#comforting little Victorian lady will make it all better

[fruityfroggy]

ASGKJKUYFG TYSM @anonymocha FOR GIVING ME A DIRECTION TO GO WITH MY RAMBLINGS<3

Anyways…oh Verdigris, I’ve come up with so many extra bits and pieces to her lore in the past month or so and I didn’t really get to talk about her in the first place, so I’m glad that someone’s interested (this is gonna be so long, I can feel it)

First things first, we’ll get the big thing out of the way: her arcane skill. Kind of a big part of her story is how she is a “plant whisperer”, which means that she’s able to hear the voices of plants and therefore communicate with them. This made her form a prominent sense of empathy for plants, as they are unheard by everyone except her.

(Now, a lot of the things I’ll mention about Verdigris will make a lot more sense)

So a fun little fact is that plants have a “way of speaking” that sounds more poetic than your normal speech, since they’re just describing things based off of what they know from nature. And because of her arcane skill, Verdigris does talk like them a little (which just comes off as being poetic/dramatic). Another thing that comes with this “way of speaking” are “Titles of the Plants”, which is the thing that you remind the plants of, that they therefore refer to you by (Vertin is “The Wandering Wind”, Sonetto is “The Shade in Daylight”, etc).

Why am I mentioning this? Well but of course it’s for yuri reasons! Because this is the perfect way for Verdigris to subtly and sapphic-ly pine for a certain arcanist by the title: Ray of Sun (and who this refers to is not disclosed). She mentions this “Ray of Sun” quite frequently in her diary, which I’d imagine could be one of those pages of text you can find between stages, as well as in her intimacy voiceline (which I haven’t written, but we can imagine, okay).

Anywho…when it comes to interacting with other arcanists, Verdigris is very much the most likeable out of my three ocs here (she’s just a cinnamon roll, not toxic or hard to communicate with). So she gets along with basically everyone in the suitcase. Chaotic or calm, she’s patient enough to talk to them. Tho she’s the closest with Lilya I’d say, since they’re bonding over a shared language/heritage and shut up, it’s adorable. Especially since Verdigris didn’t have anyone to speak Russian to for a long time (she lived in Spain, that’s why) and Russian was her mother’s language (she never got to meet her, so it holds special significance to her (things are getting angsty haha)). This problem was the whole reason she created her own critters actually. But hey, now she has someone and the vibes are good again.

As for their dynamic, it’s obvious that they have a “balancing each other out” situation, and I like to call it “Lilya and her designated driver” as a joke. But truthfully, Verdigris is surprisingly down with most of her shenanigans and no one understands why. Lilya kinda just wants to show Verdigris all the “fun stuff” she usually does, and she just goes along with it while some of the other arcanists watch them in horror (they’re just having a good time tho). When Verdigris is busy, Lilya would go visit her workshop to see what she’s doing like: "What you making, Verdie?:]" (she finds it interesting).

Considering what she does, I feel like Verdigris would probably be crossing paths with Medpoc kinda often as well (hehe). Verdigris just isn’t super affected by Medpoc’s hostility, and still treats them very well after getting yelled at. Once they warm up to her tho, she kinda becomes their emotional support (aka the person they rant to while she hands them a cookie or smth), and they’d pass out together while working across from each other, since neither of them remember to sleep (or do anything else).

I also think that she could help Shamane repair and/or upgrade his mechanical arm (since that’s kinda her specialty), and in turn gain a new father figure. Shamane would definitely like her Dendrogues and greet them when he sees them hopping around as well.

Some honourable mentions are the other calm healers (Dikke and Tooth Fairy). Dikke would grow fond of Verdigris for how fair and thoughtful is, but she'd tell her to not be so tolerant of everything. As for her and Tooth Fairy’s situation, they actually have pretty similar vibes, so they’d probably do some somewhat questionable things together that aren’t so questionable if they’re doing it, like baking together (there’s definitely no tooth fairies in the muffins they’re making, don’t question the taste of plums) and going out into the forest to look for teeth.

Oh right! Verdigris also has a small interaction with Pristine after implanting the new heart she made for her, since Pristine’s original heart (crystal) is the thing that makes her body possessable to Arcana (there’s some context from this post that is needed to understand what I’m talking about). This is a big plot point in Pristine’s story, so guess who’s growing attached to Verdigris. Yeah, she kinda just follows her around whenever she sees her from there on out, maybe even tugs on her sleeve saying “Where art thou headed to? Let me go with thee!” (Welcome to motherhood, Verdigris!)

[vincentbriggs]

Hello! Transfem person here. I haven't started HRT yet, but want to procure a 1730s menswear suit (actually decided based on your video). I would prefer not to wait for it if possible, since I don't know when HRT is going to be possible. I am, however, a little concerned about my bust size changing and affecting the fit of the waistcoat. Is that decade usually pretty forgiving in it's tailoring? I am also considering having the upper back tie like some later waistcoats to accommodate if necessary (even if it's not entirely historical), but I figured I would ask you.

Thank you!

Hello! Ooh yay! Not enough people do early 18th century, so I'm delighted to hear that! (Link to the 1730's suit mentioned.)

I think the fit would be affected, yeah. The sides of the waistcoat are easy enough to let out (and we have extant examples of waistcoats with an extra strip of fabric added into the side seam) but the curve of the front is pretty important to how it sits on you. But then, it is fashionable in that era to leave quite a lot of the top portion unbuttoned, so maaaybe you could get away with it not fitting as well, depending on what changed and how much?

Regarding the adjustability of waistcoats, some of the earlier ones actually do have lacing in the back! This red one is an especially nice example, and it's separate all the way to the top.

(c. 1740's, V&A) (Though you also do see ones with the back hacked up and a bunch of ties that were likely added by Victorians for their fancy dress parties.)

The breeches also have adjustable waistbands, of course, so I think the hardest part to alter would be the coat. The back vent is edge to edge, so there's no overlap to sneak a bit more width out of, and letting out the side seams would require re-doing those massive pleats, which were the part I found the most difficult when making my coat. But fortunately those coats were worn open a lot of the time, so even if they're not quite right when buttoned, they should still look ok unbuttoned.

It's very difficult to predict how the fit will be affected, since HRT is different for everyone and things keep changing years down the line. (One comment on this post talks about suddenly getting more breast and hip growth after 7, 12, and 14 years.)

I only have experience from the transmasc side of things, and alas, I very much did outgrow all my old waistcoats and coats. My 1730's suit needs alterations, because the waistcoat is a bit too small, and the coat seams could use a bit of letting out too. (I made those the year after top surgery, but my ribcage kept expanding and my posture improving for quite a while.)

I've been putting it off because alterations are boring :/ My pre-top surgery waistcoats are all way too small across the chest even though material was removed, because my posture was kinda bad and I didn't even notice it, and I expect that the opposite could also lead to the same sort of better posture from more confidence & comfort.

But bodies keep changing forever anyways, even without transitioning. Plenty of cis people can't fit into the things they sewed when they were younger, so we may as well make things to fit us now. Perhaps you could make the suit now, but use a not-too-expensive fabric, and then maybe alter it later, or make a newer and better one with the experience you gained from the first one!

Also I know you specifically said menswear suit, but I want to add the fun fact that women's riding habits in this era looked extremely similar to men's suits!

(Left: Maria Amalia von Habsburg by Franz Joseph Winter, right: Member of the Van der Mersch Family by Cornelis Troost.)

As far as I can tell, the main differences are that the riding habits have a petticoat instead of breeches, and are made to fit over stays.

(Empress Elisabeth Christine in riding costume, unknown artist.)

So similar, in fact, that this portrait of a young lady in a riding habit was misidentified as a young man!

Most of the petticoat is out of frame, but you can still see that it's not beeches, and the stays shape is pretty obvious. Very silly of Sotheby's not to notice!

I have no idea if you're interested in wearing a riding habit, and I'm not sure how difficult it would be to alter the somewhat looser men's coat to fit over stays, but thought I ought to mention it.

[moriartyluver]

Hi! How are you! If someone hasn't already, I'd like to request fluff!alphabet with William James Moriarty very please(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Take your time and don't worry. Have a great day(⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

A/N: thank you and I hope you have a great day too :) quick note that this may be a bit OOC, reader is mentioned to be female once or twice and there are subtle mentions of suicide and self harm aswell as abuse. This is also a pretty long post so do be warned.

a= affection (how affectionate are they? do they like receiving affection?)

•I think his love language is probably word of affirmation and quality time but William’s not restricted to just those two and will show you how much he loves you in a variety of forms.

•I feel like Liam would be against showing too much physical affection in public. It is the Victorian era after all and people would have a heart attack if a lady showed her ankles. But in general I think he’s a fairly affectionate lover. In public he would hold your hand and keep you close by him, maybe giving you a quick peck on the cheek or forehead but more commonly on the back of your hand as traces of pink blush rise to his cheeks, however he will tell you often how pretty, smart, funny etc. you are no matter who is around.

•in private, liam would be very affectionate to make up for his inability to do so in public without feeling incredibly flustered. Cuddling (god I hate using that word) would be fairly frequent and if you were out or vice versa, he’d give you a kiss on the lips and a hug when he or you returned . He’s a big hugger tbh but I’ll talk more about that later.

•he didn’t receive much affection as a child because it was mostly just him and louis and although he got a few hugs from friends in the orphanage but mostly from his little brother, Liam’s probably quite touch starved so if you do the bare minimum, it’ll have him on the verge of tears. In bed (get ur mind outta the gutter) he doesn’t mind being the big or little spoon but really just likes feeling the warmth of your body against his own cold one and hearing your steady heart beat.

b = beauty (what do they find most attractive and beautiful about their s/o, physically and otherwise?)

• honestly I think William won’t care too much about looks. He’s already seen how pretty privileged individuals get treated better i society and those who are deemed “ugly” get treated worse. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t value your beauty but rather that he thinks that looks fade and your inner beauty is more important.

•I think a romance with Liam would be a “he falls first and harder” + “love at first site”

•like when he first meets you as you feed a stray animal or teach an orphan or stand up to a corrupt noble, he’d see you as an almost angelic being and he would take that on throughout your relationship. He always sees such a brightness on your face whether your smiling or not. It’s like he can see beauty just radiating from your face.

•physically he sees your entire being as pretty but especially your face. It’s something liam has the pleasure of seeing everyday and sees no flaw in. He’s pretty hopelessly in love and I think thats adorable.

c = comfort (how would they comfort their s/o and how would his s/o comfort him)

• he’s actually really good at comforting you (I know I’m on the bad list but Santa please gimme a William moriarty. He’s too husband material to not be real) If he ever sees you’ve been crying, he’ll hold you in his arms and lets you tell him all your woes and troubles, wiping your tears away with his thumb and kissing your face while telling you how much you mean to him and how perfect you are.

•William tends to not talk about his problems much. He’s scared of being a burden and doesn’t like facing his past of being constantly abused as a child. He bottles up all his emotions until he cracks under the pressure and hides away where nobody can see him. If you’re comforting him, it’s probably best to just let him know that you’re there and give him a long hug while telling him you love him.

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they around the house?)

•he has a lot on his mind but if he ever achieved his goals of eradicating the country of corruption, he would like to settle down in a small house farther away in the country with you but also in close proximity to his brothers who he would want to visit often with his children he would hope to have. After coming back with Sherlock from his ‘death’ he’s ready to live that life with you.

•everyone in the Moriarty manor helps around the house (maybe not Moran but whatever) so he does his fair share of housework too and he’s pretty good at it.

e = equal (what is the relationship dynamic like? Who is “in control”?)

•almost every Victorian relationship would have the husband as more dominant in the relationship and fulfilling all his masculine duties while women would be submissive and probably work as housewives or just socialites.

•however William knows this isn’t healthy and makes an effort to show you that you’re both equal in the relationship.

•instead of you being behind him or not talking to anyone in noble gatherings and parties, he encourages you to speak your mind and show you are equal to him.

•he’s such a cute little feminist 🥰 🥰

f = family & friends (how would their family feel about the relationship and how would they find out?)

•I think bond, Jack, Fred, Albert and Moran can probably tell there’s something going on between the two of you even before you confess to each other. Bond and Moran and constantly teasing the two of you and calling you ‘lovebirds’. Albert also teases William in a big brother kind of way but never as much as Bonde or Moran do. It’s kind of obvious to him that William has a crush on you. Jack starts giving slightly unwanted tips to William on how to capture a woman’s heart too. Fred asks you out of curiosity if you’re in love with William to which you reply in a flustered state.

• “lady (name), is it true you’re in love with Lord William?”

“What-? I mean he’s a really wonderful guy and I wouldn’t say no to courting him but-“

“So you do love him? 🤨”

“Yeah..”

•Louis would be bit clueless the entire time but the thought had popped in his head once after wondering if anyone in the group was going to get married because he wanted to know if he could make a wedding cake 💀

•I don’t think there would be a particular ‘announcement’ really. You two could just say you were getting married one day and nobody would think much of it (I’m gonna just namedrop my mtp fanfic ‘false lovers’ and say it would be funny if the two of you were pretend married except you acted like you were an old married couple so nobody would even be surprised if you mentioned that you two were in love.) Louis would probably be the only person half surprised.

•in terms of their thoughts on your relationship, they’d all be glad that William would have someone he could always rely on. Louis would especially be happy because he trust you to take care of William and be by his side. They all like you a lot and think you’re a good match together.

•I almost forgot about Sherlock. If you were there with William while they met on the noahtic, he would deduce that you both like each other but get cut off by one of you, solidifying his assumptions even more. He refers to you as William’s wife even if you aren’t married just because he’s thinks he’s funny. If William ever confides in Sherlock about you, I think that would show to Sherlock who probably has no interest in love that the two of you truly do love each other.

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

•he’s incredibly gentle. Liam’s so soft spoken around you and has never ever yelled at you, even in arguments. If he’s upset with you, it’s probably with good reason or he’s stressed and can’t talk to anyone but even then he tells you maturely that he needs to be alone or needs comfort (even if he refuses to ask for help sometimes)

•every lingering touch is soft and calm. His “blood stained” hands are really soft and well taken care of. Sometimes to grasp your attention, he hold your hands in his and talks to you in the sweetest and most harmonious voice ever.

•If you’re on a mission together, he’ll try do most of the work because he doesn’t want you getting hurt but applauds you for every noble you stab and shoot. After each mission he’ll take you to the side and wipe any filthy blood of your pretty face and comfort you, telling you it’s all over and one day you won’t need to do any of this anymore

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

•he likes hugs but only in private, like I said earlier. There’s something really intimate about just holding someone in your arms and never wanting to let go.

•he hugs you quite often but again, only really in private. He might hug you from behind in the morning while you brush your teeth or after a mission he’d kiss your forehead and hug you in his arms or have you sit on his lap and play with his hair while he’s finishing off marking papers for university. His hugs are soft and comforting whether it’s him spooning you in bed or wrapping his arms around your waist when he gets home from work.

i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

•to be honest, I think if William really loved someone romantically, he’d have to have known them for a long time. He shows you that he loves you in other ways such as protecting you or getting you gifts or spending time with you.

•he doesn’t think he should wait too long to tell you he loves you because as your lover, it should be expected rather than a surprise but he’s not going to tell you he loves you straight away.

•I think Liam would say he loves you while he climbs into bed with you, thinking ours still asleep and just giving you a kiss on the cheek and whispering ‘I love you’ before he falls asleep except you were awake the entire time and whisper back an ‘I love you’

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

•I cant tell if he would get jealous fairly easily or not at all. I guess he’d be jealous but fairly silently.

•If someone’s flirting with you, he’ll get a bit more handsy until they realise they should leave. If they don’t leave after you tel them you already have someone he’ll start dropping a few more hints until he speaks up and tells them to leave. If you ask him later if he was jealous, he’d only reply with a smile and “any man would feel envious if some imbecile was flirting with his beautiful lover” and that’s the end of it. Unless the guy flirting with you ends up dead the following day for various other reasons expect this time he put a bit more effort into the kill.

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss their partner? where do they like to be kissed?)

•oh to have the privilege of being kissed by William.

•his kisses are passionate and soft. He’s not really a rough kisser and is more sensual. His lips are soft and well taken care of and he’s very very gentle

•Liam’s favourite places to kiss you would be your forehead, your cheeks, your neck, your hands and your lips. (But he doesn’t discriminate!!) Each place he kisses is for various reasons and imply different things.

•Kissing you on the forehead is for comforting you, cheeks would be if you did him a quick favour like fetching something for him or when he’s leaving for work in a rush and doesn’t have time to give you a longer kiss. , neck is when… 😏 or when he’s hugging you from behind and catching you by surprise, hands is for when he’s flirting with you or showing you off in public and your lips is when he’s feeling more vulnerable.

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

•he basically had to raise Louis by himself while he was growing up and was frequently around other children in the orphanages he went to so he’s pretty good with kids even though he probably doesn’t think so.

•in the future, I can see him wanting a son or daughter with you if he’s willing to settle down, probably after he ‘died’

•if you can’t have children or would want to adopt, he’d be more than happy to adopt a little boy or girl who would come from an underprivileged background. It’s like he could go back in time and take in a mini him

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

•I think Liam wakes up quite early so he’ll leave you to sleep but write a cute little ‘good morning’ note on his side of the bed and if you’re clinging on to him while you sleep, he’ll put his pillow in your arms instead. If he has no reason to wake up early and let’s himself have a lie-in , which is quite rare, he’s going to be woken up by a kiss from you on the top of his head as you try to wake him up while he mutters ‘five more minutes’ and grabs you back into his arms.

n = nicknames (what nicknames do you have for each other?)

•he’s not too fond of those really goofy nicknames like ‘snugglebug 🥺’ but he’s probably a more traditional guy. He doesn’t expect you to use any nicknames but if you do, he’d get very silently flustered.

•his nicknames for you would include: darling, my dear, my love, my Angel, honey, doll-face, sweetheart and maybe a shortened version of your first name. Anything that makes you happy and/or can get you blushing.

•yours for him would include: baby, my love, sunshine, my beloved, darling, dearest, liam, will, Angel face, dove, mon amour, sweetheart and more

•I feel like if he sees you as a long time partner, which realistically he would, he would tell you his real name. I think it symbolises a deep connection between Liam and other people (his brothers and best friend all know his real name) so in private, he’d let you call him by that name.

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves?)

•that’s certainly going to take a while.

•William is quite closed off and never really reveals anything about himself. Even in the manga and anime, we don’t find out much about William apart from how Albert took him in and that time he went to court but even then, not much detail is given.

•even people he really trusts barely know anything about him

•he has trust issues by the way so if he can trust you then the others would see it as a miracle.

•I don’t think it’s a matter of when but say if he was being vulnerable due to trauma and you’re there for him as he cries into your chest, he’ll tell you a few more things from his past.

•each time he gets vulnerable with you, he’ll tell you more pieces of his mysterious past and if you’re smart enough, you’ll be able to put all this together to create a mental timeline

•he’s really grateful he has someone to be somewhat open to even if it’s just a bit

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

•he seems pretty calm on the surface and it can honestly fool many people including yourself but as seen in the chapter where his student was hiding something from him, William actually has a lot of repressed anger

•he’s very patient with you, especially if you’ve had a past involving abuse from short tempered people. I don’t think he’d ever yell at you and he definitely would never hit you

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about their partner?)

•every. single. detail.

•I have a headcannon that Liam has really good photographic memory and he remembers almost anything you tell him.

•you tell him about some old pet goldfish you really loved when you were 6 but it died because you accidentally over fed it and your dad had to flush it down the toilet? he’ll remember. (That sounds so sinister I’m sorry 💀)

•he’s also really good at planning dates because of this great ability. He can remember all of your favourite places to eat and your favourite flowers without difficulty.

r = remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

•he has a lot. He literally loves every breathing moment with you and would want to die in your arms and be with you forever if he could.

•maybe it’s that time he made a slight miscalculation on a mission and got wounded so you had to temporarily bandage him up with some clean fabric from your clothes

•or maybe that time he got sick and could barely leave his bed (we all know this man is a major workaholic so he’s going to be upset about this to some degree) so you nursed him back to health and stayed by his side no matter how annoying or disgustingly ill he got (bro prolly still looks majestic even if he’s infected with a sickly virus)

•or that time you both stayed up late together in the library and fell asleep while he read to you and then you were both found by a worried Louis in the morning

•or that time that you took Liam outside one night to see a shooting star and although you don’t tell him what you wished for, he could hear you whispering under your breath “I want to be with William forever..”

•or that time you both went on a walk in a nearby peak and saw that a small pond had frozen over and he took you ‘ice skating’ on it (don’t try this at home kids, no matter how hot and sexy the blond man is)

•or that time you brought him lunch and were invited to stay for the remainder of the lecture while he was working and all his students were surprised that professor William had such a pretty wife (take the compliment bitch) but you and William had to avoid getting bombarded with questions about their teachers love life so you were stuck in a closet together until the young men had left to you both alone

•or that time..jk I’ll stop now..

s = security (how protective are they? would they like to be protected?)

•he’s pretty protective. Liam knows that multiple people would want to kidnap one of the people closest to the Lord of crime and use you against him. He also knows that once he gets outted as the Lord of crime, things are probably going to be difficult for you and you would totally be questioned about your involvement in the serial killings of nobles in England.

•he’s protective but not in a yandere way (unless I make a yandere alphabet and he is) or an abusive way. He respects that you are your own person and you can take care of yourself but if you’ve been gone for a good few hours (5+ hours is when he’d get a bit worried) and he doesn’t know where you are, that’s when his protective instinct kicks in and if anyone dares hurt you, they’re not going to make it home in one piece or without a few painful injuries.

•William can protect himself as much as you can but if he ever get out in a position where he doesn’t have a plan, he would be so grateful if you came to his rescue.

•like in that one manga chapter when he gets kidnapped, I can imagine his eyes lighting up when he see you enter the room and stab or shoot his captor even though he had a plan.

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

• Liam tries a lot. Sometimes he feels he doesn’t have enough time for you and he knows that when he does set up a date, he shouldn’t bail on you or make it low effort. He so a gentleman after all. On anniversaries or your birthday, he’ll make sure to make the whole day perfect, from getting you breakfast in bed to buying you expensive jewellery. He makes a note of all your favourite things so he knows what to do for you on dates

•William’s gifts are thoughtful and although he has a lot of money to spend on you, he also knows that simple things like a note in your pocket telling you to “have a lovely day :)” can bring a smile to your face too. If he sees flowers that he knows you like while he walks past the florist, he’ll bring them home for you. On bigger occasions such as birthdays, holidays or anniversaries, he puts alot of effort into finding out what the perfect gift for you would be. Sometimes he cant choose just one so expect William to hand you a gift bag full of gifts wrapped In Wrapping paper, all of varying sizes. Some may be boxes of pretty jewellery, others may be books. He also just likes buying you things even if it’s for no particular reason. Anything to show how much he loves you even in everyday tasks. He asks Louis to teach him how to make some of your favourite dishes so he can make them for you whenever or he’ll help you pick out outfits for parties (he thinks everything looks good on you so he may not be much of a help but he’s trying)

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

•he smokes. A lot.

•although it’s canon that he does it for the sake of self harm, Liam tries to avoid doing it around you after numerous scoldings from you that it’s not good for his health (bonus points if you have some experience in the medical field). You tell him how bad it is for his lungs all the time and it makes him feel a bit guilty so he doesn’t smoke within a 100m radius of you

•he also lacks proper self-care in terms of not getting enough sleep and forgetting to eat , which annoys both you and Louis

•although he loves you a lot, William is suicidal so he always has the lingering thought that he’s going to have to die to atone for his sins soon and can be quite distant toward the ‘end’ of your relationship in an effort to protect you from any mental and emotional harm he also sometimes gets scared you’ll leave him and he wouldn’t be able to take that which is why earlier on, he’d be very hesitant to even talk to you and panics when he realises he might have feelings for you

•but like a win is a win and I would do anything, no matter how strange, to even breathe the same air as this man

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

•William isn’t one to care too much about beauty, as I said earlier, but he sees himself as inferior to you deep down. He knows he doesn’t deserve you no matter how many times you tell him that he is. He has the nickname ‘Angel’ for you because he sees himself as a demon, a devil while you are a benevolent Angel who would never stoop to his level. (William please see a therapist)

•William also thinks you are the better looking one in the relationship, but he isn’t really insecure about himself. He knows he’s conventionally attractive. Multiple women have thrown themselves at him or asked him out on a date, to which he would politely decline. He knows you’re being genuine when you run your fingers through his blond hair and calling him the ‘ most beautiful and pretty man in the universe ‘ (if I was with Liam I’d be doing the at all the time. Every time he does anything I’d just be calling him pretty because I’m madly in love with him) He still feels he needs to make a slight effort around you and can feel a little insecure if another man was flirting with you, but you have the decency to turn him down

• “Miss? Are you perchance of celestial origins? I ask as your ravishing beauty surpasses that of a mortal woman”

• “i-“ *blinking as you look to William then to the flirt again* “you mean mrs, right?”

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

•he totally would. It would take a lot for William to even consider making friends let alone finding love so if he does end up falling in love, that means his significant other would be very special.

•at first he didn’t think he had time for love with all the Lord of crime stuff but after the constant denial of being helplessly in love with you turns to acceptance, he knows that you’re his other half. His heart only has room for you and if you were to leave him or if he were to leave you, liam would feel lost and incomplete.

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

• okay so I have a few:

he likes when you read to him or when he reads to you before bed

If you’re wearing flavoured lip gloss which I’m sure didn’t exist back hen but let’s pretend it did, he’d guess the flavour you were wearing whenever you kissed.

If he finds out you’re interested in a topic he’s not well educated on, he spends a lot of time researching it to impress you

He likes buying you clothes and watching you try them on

If you wanted a pet (cats are better) he would protest at first out of fear it may distract you from him but end up really liking it once he gets it.

You know how he likes weird food combos? Liam would ask you to try food with him but you’d end up throwing up after eating fish and strawberry cake.

he once did your hair and make up and it was actually really good

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

•he hates selfish nobles and corrupt rich people who have no regard for other’s wellbeing so if you fall anywhere in that, he’s not gonna wanna be with you, sorry bae 😞

z = zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

•we all know that William has a messed up sleep schedule. he stays awake late at night frequently only to randomly fall asleep during the day.

•like in that one scene in the anime when William fall asleep on a couch and bond is just confused. I just thought it’d be super cute if you would be sat beside him and his head lands on your thighs as quiet snores come out of his mouth.

•when you two eventually share a bedroom and a queen sized bed, William will make an effort to try and sleep next to you.

•I head-cannon that he can’t fall asleep on demand unless he sleeps beside you. I think he also likes hearing your voice just as he is about to sleep. It’s like a lullaby for him.

•at one point you just start carrying a blanket with you while you’re out with Liam just so if he falls asleep, he can’t get comfortable.

•if you both have similar sleep schedules (you probably do if you’re scrolling through mtp tumblr late at night) then I don’t think there would be much of an issues apart from the two of you being scolded by Louis for not sleeping.

[zweetpea]

Chapter 4 The Present TBRAHE

Turns out quite bad. Suguru Geto is quite bad. How do you know? Because the first thing he said to you once you two sat down for tea together is…

“Don’t worry I don’t have any of them lurking around.” He spoke those words so calmly. 

“What?” You replied. 

“Monkeys.” His smile held no animosity towards you. It was scary how serene this should have felt. His estate was Neolithic, but not necessarily in a bad way. Koi ponds and tatami mats instead of rose gardens and Victorian tea furniture. It left you with a comforting feeling; however, that was quickly negated by Suguru’s strange comments. “Honestly I don’t know how Satoru could choose one of them over his sorceress wife. Even if your marriage isn’t happy he should at least be with another one of our kind.”

“Woah, woah, woah. Slow down, what are you talking about?”

“Oh that’s right, you don’t know what I call them. I’m talking about Non Sorcerers. I don’t associate with them.” Suguru’s smile was relaxed, it… scared you for a reason you couldn’t quite pin. 

“Why not? What do you mean by monkeys.” 

“They’re not the same species as us.” 

“They’re human!” You try to reason. 

“So, what are we? Freaks? Monsters?”

“We’re sorcerers, but we’re still fundamentally human. We’re not much different if you think about it. We bleed the same. We fear like they do. We love the same way they do. Why do you hate them?” 

“Why do you love them?” 

“My best friend is a non sorcerer. She’s the most important person in my life. When my mother died she held my hand. When my father remarried she stayed up all night with me trying to figure out if she was a good match for him. And when both her and my little sister died in birth she dropped everything to stay by my side, every second I needed her.”

“That’s nice, but how many curses has she killed.” 

“…what…?”

“Sorcerers are the only ones who can kill curses.” 

“That’s not true. We put energy into objects, non sorcerers can use cursed weapons. That’s actually what I came here to talk about.” 

“The Zenin act. That’s why you came here?” He chuckled. “How many of them would be willing to die for us? Sorcerers have been fight on this war for months because of the advancing forces of Ryomen Sukuna and his general Mahito. What have the mere humans been doing?” 

“Farming! You know, to feed the army.” You say sarcastically.

“That’s something other sorcerers could do. The “Humans” aren’t particularly unique in skill sets. They have nothing a sorcerer couldn’t do.” 

“That doesn’t mean that they can’t be useful. The Zenin Act has merely stopped them from providing that they are just like us. Suguru, they aren’t different from us. Please, help me overturn it.” 

“Prove it. You said you have a monkey friend. Prove that your friend can be of some use. Even if she’s only good for being a clown.” 

“Fine, come over tomorrow at noon and I’ll show you how incredible non sorcerers can be. I hope you have the day you deserve, Suguru Geto.” You said as you mounted your horse. 

Once you arrived back at the palace you untack Pendragon and walk into your rose garden only to see carpenter and gardener running amuck in the place and your Shuttlecock of a husband overlooking them. 

“Satoru! What are you doing?” He looked over as you shouted at him, his familiar eye cover graced your sights. 

“Don’t worry. I’m not taking anything away. I… I’ve been feeling bad about what I did to you. I shouldn’t have brought Marissa here on our anniversary. I thought… maybe I could do something to make it up to you. So I asked Addison for some advice on a gift and she said that you love the little snake thing I gave you. Therefore I thought of combining three of your favorite things, your roses, quality time with Addison and the snake, and I decided to make a… pet play place thing, with a lounge for you ladies… I don’t know… it sounded better in my head.” 

“Oh… um… thank you. I honestly thought that you hated me and wouldn’t ever give me anything.” 

“I don’t hate you. I just can’t say that you’re the love of my life.” He looked away bashfully. “I do want this to work out. Admittedly you are a better ruler than me. I’d be lost without you so, I’ve wanted to do something for a while to thank you but I’ve been… busy.” 

“With her?” 

“…yeah, sorry.” 

“Can we get some more yellow roses? And maybe some more pink ones too?” 

“Oh uh, sure. I’ll order some.” 

“Thank you Satoru.” You smiled softly. This was definitely the first time you’ve ever smiled at your husband. 

He’d never tell you, and you’d never know but that one small gesture sent him spiraling. He wanted more, he needed to see that small smile more. Being spoiled as a child taught him that as long as he threw enough money at the problem he could have whatever he wanted. That smile reassured him of that philosophy. 

“I’ve got to go now. Suguru is coming tomorrow and Addie and I have to prepare.” What have you gotten yourself into. You’ve let tantalus eat from the tree and now he longs harder for what’s been snatched from him.

You explained what happened that afternoon to Addison and she looked worried. “Hey cheer up.” You wrap an arm around her. “You’re one of the most talented people I know. From cooking to ribbon dancing you can do it all.” 

“Well, you’ve always funded my endeavors. I have you to thank for all my skills.” She blushed. 

‘She’s so cute! I want to boop her nose! I wonder how she’d react!’ You thought excitedly at the image of her scrunched up face at the action then pouting at your teasing gesture. 

“(Y/n)? Ma’am? Are you listening?” She broke you out of your daydream and you ushered her out blushing madly at the thought she caught you in a vulnerable moment. 

The next day you found Addison rehearsing a routine and just decided to leave her alone. Marissa and Satoru were at breakfast and you took your food and left them alone, out of respect for Satoru. 

Your office felt quite lonely, until a small dragon snuck his way in through the window. He floats toward you and lands around yours neck. “Riko! My darling, how are you?” He licked your cheek. “You’ll keep me company surely?” He hopped off of you and rolled around on your desk. “Riko, I need to work. So please just sit and be good.” He hoped into you lap and settled down for a nap. His white scales and golden hair contrasted sharply against your long emerald dress. 

20 minutes later a knock on the door sounds. “My lady? May I come in please?” The voice wasn’t familiar to you. 

“Yes.” 

“Hello, please call me Chisa, that’s what all my friends call me.” He was 5’1, long black hair tied back in a ponytail, wisps of his bangs fell around his forehead, and dark red eyes pierced into your soul. He wore standard armor like the other guards. 

“Chisa: Small and precious. That’s certainly a fitting name.” He blushed at your compliment. “You wouldn’t happen to be the guard my father has arranged for me?” 

“Yes, sometime within the past week he sent you a letter yes? I’ve also been told that Duke Geto is here.” 

“To the garden!” You got up and ran out of the office with Riko and Chisa. 

The guest list went as follows: Satoru in a blue three piece suit, Marissa in a long lime green dress, Rachelle in standard maid outfit but with gold jewelry, and Suguru in a navy blue black kimono, with a gold and green sash around the middle. He looked more relaxed in those as opposed to the normal suits he wears at most of the events you’ve seen him at. 

The three of you entered, then Addison followed a few minutes later. She wore a white dress shirt and black pants. 

“Hello everyone.” She greeted. “I have a few things for you all.” She sets down a basket of cookies. “First some sweets I baked. Secondly, I have prepared a special show for Duke Geto.” 

A string quartet comes out and she started her dance. It starts out slow and quickly speeds up as she pulls out a ribbon and twirls it around. It’s like that ribbon was an extension of her own body. Eventually she whistled and Pendragon rides out towards her. She jumped on quickly and started trick riding. Finally she makes a flip and lands then bows as Chisa and I applauded. 

“Why does she get to ride that stupid horse?” Marissa whined 

“Because she’s my best friend, she has my permission to and always will.” You looked at her like she’s crazy. 

“Well, that was certainly quite the show. However, I’m not impressed.” Suguru looked away sadly. 

“Suguru, come on. I’m not even that close with the maid but I think she was incredible.” Satoru reasoned. 

“I don’t know. I think, if you really cared about your little monkey, you’d do just about anything for her.” 

“Don’t call her that.” You grit your teeth. 

“If you want me to sign the appeal of the Zenin Act, I want you to give your blessing to Satoru and his mistress. She makes him happy, so it doesn’t matter to me what she is.” 

“Fine. I’ll stop the animosity, go ahead and date her.” You responded. 

“(Y/n).” Addison called sympathetically. 

“I don’t know. I think that you should prove it.” Marissa smirked. “Give me your wedding ring.” 

“What? No, May May.” Satoru tried to stop her. 

“It’s fine Satoru. It’s just a chunk of metal.” You reason. You take it off and hand it to her. 

“Yay! Now we’ll match Ruru! I’m going to go get yours!” She hurried off. 

“I didn’t see that coming. Sorry.” Suguru apologized.

“Like I said, it’s a chunk of Metal. I’ll go to my office and get the papers. I’d like you both to sign them if that’s okay.” 

“Yeah.” Satoru nodded as you and your posse left. 

Riko ran off once you four were back inside. “You guys go bring the papers to the boys. I’ll go make sure he’s not causing trouble.”

You ran off in the direction of your dragon friend and once you found him you froze. Before the two of she was a blond woman in a long line green dress kissing a man who was not your husband. 

“Oh shit.” You whispered as you snuck away. 

[sleepsonclouds]

Clouds tropespots: The Spirealm, E08

Episode 8 (Drum sisters, 3rd door)

A bit of domesticity at Obsidian, and then it's time to play tourist in Cheng Qianli's door! What could be a better attraction than a human skin drum?

It's hard to come up with trope labels when they are saying things and it's not even flirting, just straightforward statements. I suffer as tragically as Ruan Nanzhu.

Taking care of partner: Nanzhu looks maybe the tiniest bit tired, and Lin Qiushi is immediately on it. We're shown how carefully he observes Nanzhu (who really wasn't trying to play it up for once). Love the acting here!

Crashing partner's bedroom & bedroom conversation: Nanzhu is waiting in Qiushi's room. "I need you," he declares. Okay then! Qiushi: "What do you mean?" Nanzhu: "I mean it literally… I mean, you cannot die." That's certainly A Way to put it. Romantic piano music is playing. Qiushi is still confused. How long can he possibly remain confused?

Giving significant gifts: Nanzhu gives Qiushi a very pretty kaleidoscope, which can be brought inside the doors. What does it all mean? The romantic atmosphere persists.

Complimenting partner (ambiguous): "Some people are naturally meant for the door", says Nanzhu to Qiushi. YES, I scream into the void, having read the novel.

Everyone thinks you're together: Cheng Yixie questions Nanzhu's decision to accompany Qiushi and Cheng Qianli to the next door, rather bluntly. "If Lin Qiushi were not there, would you still insist on leading the team?" Nanzhu, equally bluntly: "No." Because Qiushi is special in a way that's no one else's concern. Yixie continues probing: "Are you choosing him to be your partner?" One might get that impression, considering how fixated Nanzhu is on him.

Sickly Victorian heroine: Qiushi meets Nanzhu inside the door - or rather the weak, sickly Zhu Meng, who greets him by coughing tragically. "I've been in poor health since I was little," says the little drama sprite. Nanzhu will have fun with this.

Sharing a room (show of initiative): Now Qiushi's suggesting that he and Nanzhu share a room, earning a Look from Nanzhu. Unfortunately, Qiushi doesn't understand Propriety in the face of death, and they get a (not at all creepy) third wheel…

Unnecessary number of beds & sickly Victorian heroine (cont.): Despite the sad bed situation, Nanzhu wakes up promptly when Qiushi's hearing creepy voices. On his part, Qiushi worries Nanzhu might have a fever. The bed divide means nothing! Qiushi absolutely must reach out from his own bed to touch Nanzhu's cheek, tuck him in and pat his shoulder to comfort him.

We think we're together, too: The annoying spy lady wants to team up with Nanzhu. Naturally, he's already teamed up with Qiushi. Lady: "Do you mind having one more person?" Nanzhu: "Yes." Such a Nanzhu moment. I love him.

I'm so scared: The creepy girl, Xu Jin, has latched onto Qiushi. "This place makes me feel so depressed and scared, Linlin-ge," says she, clearly fishing for comfort. She doesn't know who she's up against. Nanzhu is in his element: "Linlin-ge, I'm scared too," says he with a little gasp. Xu Jin grumbles about grown men being scared. Nanzhu: "Who says men can't be easily frightened?" Preach that, drama sprite.

Sickly Victorian heroine (cont.): Qiushi is concerned (yet again), because Nanzhu's looking a bit pale. Protect partner mode activates, probably every time Nanzhu says he's "fine". Qiushi simply must support him!

Protecting partner: It's raining needles. Nanzhu stops Qiushi from going outside with strategic hand placement. He's touching Qiushi's thigh, narrowly missing his crotch... And Qiushi never lets go of his wrist, I can't even.

Adventures in the creepy drum land continue in -> Episode 9

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hey there, so first time asking and hope I do it right.. and sorry for the grammar erorrs, I'm not sure ur ok with the scenario but I'mma give it a shot

so! It's based on a dream I had last night lol, a crocodile x fem reader in Victorian era🌚 crocodile is in his late 20's and ofc the richest of them lords, all good and ready to get married, it's most likely an arranged marriage and he has to choose between a few number of fine ladies who are chosen and well suited for him, but he already has a secret lover, she's a petite young lady, years younger than him -not so rich- and kinda weak due to her physics(yes I got daddy issues), who would never come up to his marriage standards so when she gets aware of the arrangement thing she's heartbroken inside and eventho she's so attached to him in all ways still tries to cut ties w him so he can achieve what is meant for him, things get kinda angsty here lol, but crocodile already knows it so he comes to the rescue and express his passionate love and respect(I'm dramatic and I know it) to her and say that he would never do such thing to her(the make outs and touches💅🏻)I just know he is oh so romantic with his one. It's extra romantic and a lil angst you can also add anything u want, a bit suggestive maybe, oh and he calls her doll🗿

I love ur writings sm I hope this helps u to make smth out of my miserable explanation lol, and thanks:>

Warnings: Victorian era setting, slight angst, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1140

     He was the most eligible lord of the decade, literally mr. tall, dark, and handsome. Even the scar across his face could not diminish his good looks. As the richest man in the city on top of his looks, the only things that he could not have as his own belonged to the royal family, and even much of those could be bought for the right price. Despite the ladies that lined the edges of each gala, awaiting for a dance with him, he only cared for one. A lower born girl, barely considered a lady in most circles. With no manor to speak of, only a single butler and maid, and little wealth, you were often the subject of humiliation by the higher born ladies. Still, though, he cared for you. A chance meeting at one of the many parties he attended, dressed humbly in a simple, yet beautiful gown with no extravagant jewelry to speak of. Immediately, he’d been drawn to you, asking you for a dance, despite your place at the far walls of the ballroom. While your status often forced him away, he was still adamant about meeting with you as often as possible, bringing extravagant gifts whenever he visited. Expensive jewelry, rare flowers, and exotic fruits, he treated you to them all. Even as he was pushed to marry, he fought against it as often as possible, insisting that there was only one lady that he desired and none of the women brought before him were her. But his borrowed time was up and his family fed up with his excuses, he would marry a proper lady befitting his status! They’d already chosen a girl, rich and well bred, her family well known and influential. Both families had agreed and the lady ecstatic as they announced the engagement.

     Looking at the announcement, tears began to fall down your cheeks. He was engaged, and to a high born lady. Someone infinitely more well suited to him. She was someone with wealth, influence, good pedigree, and good health. In comparison, your family was only barely counted among the lords and ladies, your family tree in question, few riches, no influence, and your health was of poor quality. She would make a much better bride than yourself. Even still, you couldn’t stop the tears that continued to dot the paper in front of you. Your lover was marrying. It might be clearly arranged, but that didn’t change the fact that she was better for him than you. 

     Knocking on your front door, Crocodile growled slightly. He hadn’t seen you in days, not since the announcement. He could only think that you must have misunderstood. He didn’t want her, he wanted you. Part of him feared that the shock of the announcement would affect your health, that your already weak body wouldn’t be able to handle such a thing. He had to see if you were alright. Finally the door opened, revealing your butler, the man standing there rather than letting him in like usual.

     “Lord Crocodile. It is… it is a pleasure as always.” the man said with a bow, though he still stayed where he was.

     “I’m here to see Lady Y/n. I haven’t seen her in days. Is she unwell?” he asked, trying not to show just how concerned he was.

     “I’m sorry, my lord, but Lady Y/n has locked herself in her room and refuses to come out. The only person allowed to see her is the maid and even then, only for meals.” the butler said, concern evident on his face. A similar expression crossed his own as he glanced up at your window, the curtains drawn. Why had you locked yourself in your room? Was it the engagement?

     “Tell her that I did not want this engagement. That she is the only one I desire.” he said before walking away, glancing back once more before heading back for his manor. He would have to have a talk with his family, he absolutely would not marry that woman. 

     Despite his message, he still hadn’t seen you in days, by now it had been 2 weeks since he’d last seen you and he was growing ever more agitated. At this point, he’d simply given your butler a large case of money before storming up to your room. It didn’t take much for him to knock your door in, startling you as you looked up at him. You sat on your bed in a nightgown, your cheeks tear stained and eyes blood shot. 

     “L-lord Crocodile, w-what-” “I have not seen you in weeks, your butler says you have locked yourself in your room, and your maid claims that you have been crying! Did you truly not expect me to come?” he asked irritably. More tears filled your eyes, even as you wondered how you still had more to shed.

     “L-lady Veronica is much more well suited to a man such as you. Great wealth, influence, and family, a healthy body to give you as many children as you desire. Such a lady is-” “Not who I desire, doll.” he said, much more softly as he sat on your bed, caressing your cheek. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, enjoying the feeling of his large hand on your skin once again. 

     “I… wouldn’t you be happier with her?” you asked, staring into his eyes in worry. Crocodile chuckled as he kissed you softly.

     “No. She could be the next in line for the throne or a literal angel and I would still desire you over her. I will always want you over any other. Whether my family approves or not, I will only have you as my bride.” he said, pulling you in for another kiss, then another. Pushing against his chest, you breathed hard.

     “Crocodile, someone could see us kissing like this. It’s…” you blushed as you looked away, making him chuckle.

     “Then one last one and I’ll stop for now, doll. The day you and I wed, however, you can not stop me. As my bride, my wife, such things will no longer cause a scandal and I will be allowed to have you as I please.” he said, giving you one last passionate kiss. He was reluctant to leave you after what had happened over the last two weeks, but he knew he had to sort things out with both families, so he would before asking for your hand. He almost didn’t let go of your hand, leaving you sitting there smiling, your heart pounding. Peeking out your curtain, you watched him leave. Despite how he tried to hide it from you, you could see the fury in the way he walked. He would ‘amend’ things with both parties and he would have you, no matter the cost, his family be damned.

[asnowfern]

Hello there and welcome to my little space!💗

A Court of Thorns and Roses🌹🥀

Drabbles Masterlist

How Paper is Made - Nesta teaches Feyre how to read. | AO3 | Tumblr

Nessian⚔️🔥

An Eye for an Eye - Nesta makes a bargain with devastating consequences. ACOSF alternate ending. | AO3 | Tumblr

In Search of Cassian - Whereby Nesta searches the Night Court for Cassian with Rhys in tow. Fluffy. | AO3 | Tumblr

Chasing The Demons In My Head - Exploration on Nesta coping with her Lady Death Powers. | AO3 | Tumblr

The Writing's on the Wall - She's a demon, he's a hunter. Can they overcome all odds to be together? Ancient Chinese Wuxia AU. AO3 | Tumblr

We're Not Strangers, We're Lovers - Another take on a reincarnation/soulmates fic. AO3 | Tumblr

Crimson Blade - Vampire Cassian and Human Nesta Victorian love story. AO3 | Tumblr

Heavy Is The Head That Wears The Crown - The Trove continues to haunt Nesta even after she gives up her Cauldron stolen powers. Post-ACOSF. Canon-compliant. AO3 | Tumblr

Losing My (Gear)Head For You - Street racer modern AU AO3 | Tumblr

In Between The Lines - Nesta and Cassian secret texting. Canon-divergent. Set before the main ACOTAR series AO3 | Tumblr

Emorie💋

Girls like Girls (like boys do) - Emerie volunteers for shelving duty to catch sneak peeks at the pretty blonde. Mor frequently studies at the library to sneak glances at the pretty brunette. Modern AU. | AO3 | Tumblr

Why do my gods look just like you? - Is this a dream or real life? Modern AU | AO3 | Tumblr

Elucien🦊🦌🌻

Hey Elain - When Elain is left devastated and jilted, a series of voicemails from Lucien is all that keeps her together. Soft Elucien. Hurt/comfort. Modern AU. | AO3 | Tumblr

Effervescence - Unable to resist the call, Elain sneaks into the Night Circus and chances upon the most beautiful man she has ever laid eyes on. Night Circus AU. Three-parter. | AO3 | Tumblr

Something Sweet and Floral - Elain meets the most chaotic florist while picking up flowers for Feyre’s wedding. Modern florist AU. | AO3 | Tumblr

Sunshine in Autumn - Desperate to protect her family's happiness, Elain travels to the past where her sole ally is her mate who has no idea who she is. Time travel fic with baby autumn court Lucien | AO3 | Tumblr

Turning Darkness into Light - Ghost-seeing Elain moves into the flat Lucien is haunting | AO3 | Tumblr

Love Me Before The Bubble Bursts - Elain and Lucien goes on a date | AO3 | Tumblr

When Words Fail - Elain and Lucien bond over a shared piano | AO3 | Tumblr

Guard Dog of Your Fever Dreams - After dreaming the death of a beautiful stranger, Elain gets a job at Day Corp to try saving their rising corporate superstar, Lucien Vanserra. WIP. | AO3 | Tumblr

Feysand🌌🌃🌟

Shouting Down The Void - In a world where all men have been drafted to fight an off-world war, Feyre decides that she's done waiting at home. Modern/Sci-Fi AU | AO3 | Tumblr

Crimson Starlight - Vampire Rhys and human Feyre Victorian love story | AO3 | Tumblr

Til Forever Falls Apart - Loosely inspired by the legend of Houyi and Chang E/Moon Goddess. WIP | AO3 | Tumblr

Doctor Who (DoctorxRose) 🥀⏳

Him and Rose - A Doomsday drabble. Expect angst. | AO3

Hope Floats - Rose runs into pre-Doomsday Doctor while dimension hopping. Reunionfic. | AO3

Happy Unbirthday - Since the Doctor does not celebrate birthdays, Rose decides it would be better to celebrate the Unbirthdays | AO3

[meadowlarksabove]

Perhaps something SOFT. Perhaps you could write one of his gift givings? A soft touch that she’ll brush off? (A VICTORIAN HAND TOUCH? 😂) Or any sort of other exchange you’d like to write.

Send me scene prompts! (always open) @distantpagesandpapercuts

He’d been busy selling the skins of his fresh game to a dour and keene-eyed ghoul, when he realized Alexus had made his escape once more. They hadn’t even the decency to excuse themself with Gabban, already restless since the late afternoon to be gone and rejoin their lady of the week. If it had been any other time, he might have borne his brother’s carelessness with a little more grace. But to be left alone to defend his prices from a discerning customer, and in that way failing to sell for as much as he wanted- it was more than he could possibly stand. Gabban remained at market until the day came to a close, then set off to hunt down his ungrateful twin. 

Evening came over Good Neighbor like a dark shroud, a darkness so complete even the burn barrels were half blotted out in the shadows. Still, he was comfortable walking through the streets, and never once minded the hideous sounds echoing from the warehouses. It was hard to unsettle someone like Gabban who had already grown so used to the more unscrupulous corners of the world. What did make him uncomfortable, however, was the sight of the Third Rail’s neon sign, so alike to those he’d seen in the desert. At times, it was as if he’d never left the Mojave, and his feet were back at Freeside. 

The ghoul at the door was more than enough to wake him from those thoughts, and he passed through to the lower levels without making any more comparisons where he could help it. There weren’t a lot of people present at the lounge, but he thought it likely that Alexus should show up with his girlfriend sooner or later. What Gabban hadn’t expected was to see a very familiar woman sitting at the bar. 

She was silhouetted by the warm light behind the counter, and it truly emphasized the elegance of her frame. Her dark hair shimmered, her face, somehow prettier than when he last saw it, seemed to glow against the glare of the bulb. His heart raced in his chest. It hadn’t been his plan to find her on a night like this, but all at once he felt the pressure of his anger fade. 

Gabban slowly approached the empty stool at her side and ordered a drink for the both of them. Even as he settled himself next to her, Kira seemed to be wholly oblivious to his presence, engaged with taking notes in a small book. Work must have been as stressful for her as it had been for him, so he let her scrawl away undeterred, amused with the feverish pulse of her writing. When she finally noticed him, it was with a look of surprise. 

“Oh!” For a moment, Kira wasn’t sure if she should smile or furrow her brow.  “Did you know I would be here?” 

“Not at all. I came in looking for my brother.” 

“Alexus? Is he here?” 

“He will be sooner or later.” Gabban looked over his shoulder as if reminded of his original purpose, then veered his focus back to her with a grin. “What about you? Did you just come here to drink?” 

She picked up her glass and hummed as she thought of her answer. “You know, when you suddenly get an idea and you’re sure to lose it if you wait too long? I thought coming here was better than forgetting it on the way home. Plus, you don’t have to pay to sit down at the counter, and the mood tonight is quiet enough...” She moved her drink away from her face and a few loose hairs stuck to the perspiration of her cup. Carefully, Gabban tucked them back behind her ear, nearly caressing her cheek.

 His closeness in that instance was enough to relieve his heart, as though nothing before then had ever actually troubled him. Not when he could be in her presence and ghost his hands across the perfection of her person. 

“What’s this idea?” 

Kira was quiet for a few seconds, and though her grin was easy, it seemed to her that Gabban liked playing around too much. “Are you actually interested? It’s just about work.” 

He propped his face up with a hand and made himself comfortable in his seat. “I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t interested. I like your ideas, Kira. They’re always way more engaging than you think.”

[businesscasualart]

honestly i'd be curious to hear 1, 11 and 46 if you like any holiday films, i'm always curious. i have like 3 christmas movies i've been apeshit over since childhood and apparently this isn't common

[AAA I NEVER ACTUALLY SENT THE RESPONSE MY BAD. Try not to monologue forever challenge, FAILED‼️IMPOSSIBLE‼️]

The questions are from here <3 thank you sm this was so fun!

1. Who is/are your comfort character(s)?

I actually don’t really classify my favorite characters. I just get really attached to a lil guy and add him to The Collection and don’t question it. I got a guy for nearly every mood. I collect them in a china cabinet in my mind palace or something. I don’t even know if I know exactly what a comfort character is supposed to be. But I think I can convert any of my blorbos into a source of comfort in case of an emergency. 

I DO recall the like…first and only character I openly called a comfort character with minimal second thought was Dr. Henry Jekyll from the classic gothic lit novel, The Strange Case Of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. 

Then my friends were like “elaborate on that” and I was like “no <3”. 

I still don’t know if I can actually elaborate on that. The curse of the Tortured-By-His-Own-Hubris-And-Sin Victorian Man™️ weighs heavily on me as well as he. That’s the best I got. C’est la vie. He’s just like me fr if you squint and tilt your head and actually go blind. 

Besides Jekyll, the beloved. Uhhhh. Who else could be a comfort character? OH haha, okay, so…

How do I condense this down without giving a whole drawn out story…I don’t have much in the way of physical insecurities. I’m usually pretty confident. But, and y’all may have noticed this by now, I’ve always fancied myself…a big, strong, masc woman. Y’know? I say butch-y a lot, idk if I can say “I’m butch” if I’m straight. 

However, despite all that, I am not…the optimal or ideal …or stereotypical? big, strong, masc woman. I am small. Small and scrawny. Greasy, wiry bastard. I’m athletic! I run for hours everyday! I work out! I tend to my family’s farm by hand! But uh…still, short, unnoticeable muscle. Nobody looks at something kinda heavy and thinks I can carry it. People laugh when I even suggest the concept of me fighting someone.

My height and difficult-to-notice muscle can upset me greatly. Like how can I be a big strong lady in this economy? Every character or person I look at that I want to be like…is about at least twice my size, or twice my mass. Like??? I’LL NEVER HAVE THE SAME VIBES, I’ll never achieve that! It’ll never be the same! 

I guess it’s a pretty common thing to feel but it’s not something I’ve really felt before or about anything else. 

Ik you’re into BG3. I haven’t played it, I don’t intend to. I think if I get it, it’s not a matter of if but when it’ll break my computer or my me. 

But…I know Some stuff…I know a little bit about Lae’zel. Like uh…frog lady, warrior or knight, rude, devoted? …uh…something about licking sweat?…xenophobia? idk that’s not my point-

My point is, like…she gets big buff lady privileges, she’s treated the same as I see most big strong ladies I wish I could look like get treated. I thought she was a particularly big strong lady for awhile! But I looked it up and like…She doesn’t have that much visible muscle at all! It’s like, mostly armor. And she’s the shortest of the party too???? But she’s regarded like she’s huge and intimidating and like…ahhhh WHATEVER WHATEVER!!! It’s kinda stupid, it feels like it’s weird to dwell on this sappy stuff towards a character idek and I got two other questions I’m late to answer. I said I wasn’t gonna give a whole lengthy story. Just like. Thinking about her existence as a character and her character’s reception just…makes me feel better about myself. So she’d probably be a big contender for the status of “Comfort Character”.

11. Favorite extracurricular activity?

OUGH extracurricular??? I am…or, ig, was homeschooled in a state with some great loose restrictions. So when it came to school, we liked to play some of it fast and loose. Our neighbor obtains a dead boar and gives it to us? We gotta turn it into dinner? Gather around children, it’s time for some… biology dissections. That type of deal.

I did have some actual “extracurricular activities”, or ig since I was homeschooled they’d be called “hobbies”. Um…I was on a chess club, I wasn’t good; I did ballet, not well; I did tap, briefly; I did piano, with the least amount of passion;……I was not a great student. But I like to talk about them!  I keep forgetting I did all of that. They were fun, my skill and gripes aside. 

I do still run for fun. I started when I was like twelve, and discovered nightcore, and got filled with energy, and realized I cannot dance. I can sprint tho! So I’ve been running, for hours everyday, to music, ever since. Even though I do art, I’d consider it very separate from my education. So “track” or “cross-country” probably has to be it. 

I did also begin learning to code recently with some…questionable free code camp website. That’s pretty fun!

46. Favorite holiday film?

OOO hm. Okay. I always have it in my head that I don’t like holiday films but that might not be entirely true. I just watch them outside of the holiday, have some unconventional choices, or just dislike the ones my family always chooses. 

Idk if the exact definition of a ‘holiday film’ is a film based around a holiday or one viewed every time a certain holiday rolls around, but my favorite that might qualify for both is Jaws. We watched it every 4th of July for good while and it was probably the first horror type movie I’ve seen, I felt like a rebel for it but it was always my parents’ idea. 😂 I’ve loved horror ever since so maybe that started me down this path!…unless it’s not actually horror.

I’d love to hear about those Christmas movies you love! I have not settled on a favorite Christmas movie! I suppose I’m difficult to please.

I keep mixing up Christmas With The Kranks and National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, but I think I really enjoyed one or both of those. I ALSO LOVE A CHRISTMAS CAROLS omg, every A Christmas Carol movie, my absolute beloved. The Muppets one will always be The A Christmas Carol to me tho.

There was also It’s A Wonderful Life, I have had the WEIRDEST experience with it. I get why people don’t like it, but I’ve always firmly believed that the best way to experience a movie…is talking over it with friends and family PUT THE PITCHFORKS ASIDE FOR A MINUTE. We aren’t having full conversations the whole time but, for me, the movie watching experience just isn’t right without hearing occasional comments and thoughts and opinions and memories and predictions from company throughout the experience. No matter what movie or show it is. I think it’s a big part of why I can’t watch anything alone without going at an ABYSMALLY sluggish pace. I was raised on Reaction Videos before Reaction Videos were a thing XD

I watched It’s A Wonderful Life for the first time at home with my family last year, and a rarity happened: we all HATED it. Maybe one of us will not enjoy a movie but this one we were all groaning and checking the minutes left. It just felt like Nothing was happening and it was dragging on and on. The second time I watched it was actually later in the month, in a movie theater, with some brief acquaintances from a Women’s Group of sorts, in an attempt to make friends and the like. My mother came with but she was sitting a row behind me, a few chairs away. And I was sitting next to The Hostess and an old lady attending who couldn’t hear very well. I absolutely could Not talk, I am fully aware of theater etiquette and how much other people dislike it. So I didn’t talked. And actually? I actually liked it the second time around????? I asked my mother after and she liked it better too??????? Idk what it was, maybe it was bc we were talking over it at first for the magic of the movie theater experience but I just really liked it better. And that’s probably the closest to Christmas magic I’ve seen….okay, okay, second closest but we don’t need to get into it right here.

also, idk WHAT is going on with The Polar Express…but I think I’m messing with it. I’d need to rewatch it but I think I was a fan of…whatever was happening there <3

And ofc you can’t forget Die Har—[the Time based SAW trap I was trapped in the whole time goes off and kills me immediately for Not. shutting up.]

[boricuacherry-blog]

The booming music coming from Momma's radio alarm clock suddenly woke me. I could hear Elton John singing about Philadelphia freedom.

I wonder why Momma didn't wake me? I thought to myself.

It was January 1976. Wasn't no school that day. But Momma still had to go to work. So, while Momma was at work, I was goin over to Daddy's house to play with Kelly, the daughter of his lady friend.

I wonder why she didn't wake me? I thought again to myself as I climbed out of bed.

When I passed the dresser I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Boy, was I ugly.

The kids at school always told me I was ugly. They teased me, saying I looked like "Aunt Esther," that old lady from Sanford and Son, the one always calling Sanford a "fish-eyed fool." She was the ugliest woman I'd ever seen. So if the other kids thought I looked like her, I knew I had to be ugly. Besides, everybody knew a black girl wasn't considered pretty unless she was light-skinned with long straight hair. I was dark-skinned with short kinky hair. I hated my complexion. I hated my hair. I hated my skinny legs and arms.

But, my momma thought I was beautiful. She'd say:

"Cup, you're only eleven years old. You will appreciate your beauty as you grow up."

Shoot, I couldn't wait to grow up!

Momma always said things to make me feel better. I loved my momma. She was my best friend and she was beautiful: she had cocoa-colored skin and her long black hair hung way past her shoulders. And, Momma had the biggest prettiest smile you ever saw. People always told her she looked like Diana Ross because of her long hair and wide beautiful smile - all teeth.

I passed the mirror and continued toward Momma's room. The radio alarm continued to blast. I giggled to myself. Momma was like me. She hated getting up in the morning, so she put the clock way across the room and turned it all the way up so it would scare her in the morning. That way, she'd have to get out of bed and walk across the room to turn it off.

I wonder why she didn't turn the alarm off? I thought as I made my way through the kitchen toward the large living room that led into Momma's room. The floor was cold because wasn't no carpet in our house. Still, I loved our old house. It was Victorian style, three bedrooms and one bathroom.

We lived in San Diego in the heart of the ghetto, though I never knew it until I got older. We had our share of dilapidated houses, and run-down apartment buildings, but most of the houses and apartments in the neighborhood were in decent order.

I thought my family was rich because I was the only kid in the neighborhood who had her own bedroom, furnished with a white princess-style bedroom set complete with a canopy bed, matching nightstands, and dresser. There was a pink frilly comforter with matching frills for the canopy overhead. And, I had a closet full of clothes. Unlike other kids in my neighborhood, I never had to share clothes or wear hand-me-downs. Momma loved to sew and made most of my clothes.

The other kids thought we were rich too. Little did we know that we weren't rich - it's just that both my mom and dad worked while the other kids only had one parent trying to raise several kids either on one income or, more commonly, on welfare, though being on welfare was nothing to be 'shamed about. Most everybody was. In fact, I envied my friends on welfare because they got government food that you couldn't get from the store, like this great government cheese. You ain't had a grilled cheese sandwich till you've had one made with government cheese.

The blasting radio brought me back to my immediate mission: finding out why Momma didn't wake me.

I wish she'd woke up, I thought as I followed the sound of the blasting radio. I was excited about going to my daddy's. My daddy was the only person besides my momma who thought I was pretty. He'd hop me up on his knee and ask:

"Who's the prettiest girl in the whole wide world?"

And, in between giggles, I'd say:

"I yam."

But I never believed it. He HAD to think I was pretty. He was my daddy. When we went out he'd ask everyone:

"This is my daughter. Ain't she pretty?"

What were they going to say?

"Actually sir, she looks like shit."

No, they smiled and lied and told Daddy I sho was pretty. I didn't care that they were lyin'. I loved my daddy.

As I continued walking toward Momma's room, I was thinking which outfit I would wear to daddy's, when I looked up and froze. I'll never forget what I saw.

The radio was still blasting in the background. Momma was lying facedown on her stomach. She was hanging off the side of the bed from her waist up. Her long black hair was hanging down, covering her face. Her arms hung limp to the floor.

"Momma?" I asked, walking slowly toward her.

The radio continued to blare. As I got closer, it seemed to get louder.

"Momma?"

I thought maybe she was kidding. Momma was always playing with me. Just the night before we were playing house and doing each other's hair, dancing around and acting silly. I thought Momma was just playing another game, so I expected her to jump up like a jack-in-the-box and scream, "Boo!"

But she didn't move.

I touched her arm. She was cool. I didn't know what that meant, but I knew it wasn't good.

"Momma?" I repeated as I tried to lift her up by her shoulders so I could see her face. I didn't know death was so heavy. When I tried to lift her, her body slid off the bed and onto me, and we both hit the floor with a thud. As she landed on top of me I heard a gurgling noise in her throat. She was heavy.

Still I didn't panic.

It took awhile, but I managed to squeeze myself out from under her and turn her over. She was so beautiful - even dead.

I don't know how I knew she was dead. I'd never seen death before. I just knew.

I didn't call the police. Somehow I knew that once they came they'd take Momma away and I'd never see her again. So instead, I went back to her, scooted my little body back under hers so I could put her head in my lap, and began singing our favorite song: "Chains of Fools" by Aretha Franklin. We used to play that song as we sang and danced around the house. In fact, we just been dancing to it and singing it the night before. I hadn't known then that that would be our good-bye party. It was then I began to cry.

And that's how Daddy found me a half hour later: sitting on the floor with Momma's head in my lap, stroking her hair and, through my tears, singing "Chain of Fools."

-Cupcake Brown, A Piece of Cake

[patrickcharlton-oshea-author]

Waging War: An Age of Steam and Sorcery novel. Chapter Two

Peter always felt slightly weird as he logged into The Age of Steam and Sorcery. The avatar his consiousness inhabited was a bit taller and thinner than his real body. Not to mention the brass and bone contraption where his right arm should be. He turned it back and forth, admiring the intricacy of the pistons that drive the movement that muscles normally provided. It had been a gift from the Avatar of Life, compensation for dissolving the flesh from that arm with her touch.

“Urghk,” he felt his gorge rise at the memory of that sensation. It was compounded by the slight seasickness-like feeling that came from using the mobile network brick his father had given him. His stomach settled after a moment though as his brain properly synched with his surroundings.

Sunlight streamed through windows, illuminating a cosy little one-room cottage that wouldn’t have been out of place in Victorian England. There was the couch that Peter had appeared on, two very comfortable armchairs - currently occupied - and a very ornate writing desk. By the back door a kitchen table sat with four plain wooden chairs tucked neatly underneath. Peter’s rat DB, short for Dangerous Bastard, played with the fourth member of the team on the rug in front of him, trying unsuccessfully to snatch a choc-chip biscuit from the hands of his tormentor.

“Ye gave us a scare, laddie” the resident of one of the armchairs rumbled. Anyone who didn’t know better would have mistaken it for an animated suit or armour, the sort that costs an arm and a leg.

“I’m sorry Woz, I texted you as soon as we got in the car,” Peter shrugged, lying back and trying to sort through the memories of that night. “Mum dragged me out of bed in the middle of the night, stuffed me in the car with all our… well… stuff, and drove us up the coast to grandma’s place. We’re staying in a beach house on a tiny island. Which, I know,” he looked pointedly at the other occupant of an armchair, an elfen figure as emaciated and pale as his own digital body, “sounds like my family is as rich as Woz’s, but Pham I assure you this place is a hellhole.”

Pham radiated affrontery, and put a hand to his chest like a Victorian lady. “Petey, how could you think that of me. Just because you’re living on the beach in a gated community and I’m currently sharing a room with four siblings - three of whom snore worse than you - you make out like we’re on opposite sides of some class war.”

“It doesn’t count as a gated community when the gates are there to keep us in, not out. And I’m sharing the room with my Mum and the contents of grandma's liquor cabinet.” Peter stood up and strode over to look out the window. Beyond a low brick fence, fields of wheat waved gently in the breeze. “The floors are covered in sand and the whole place smells of fish. All the time.”

Woz jerked up at the mention of alcohol, his armour clanking. “Och Petey, d’yer think you could snaffle us a bottle? From the cabinet ye ken?”

The figure lying on the floor let DB have the cookie and rolled over to pull a face at Woz. Her leather armour creaked as she flipped from lying to standing like a martial arts master, and then flipped Woz the bird in a mastery all her own. “You need to lay off the booze, mate. You’ve already cleaned this place out.”

Peter turned back to the room. “Dani, are you saying there was drinks here? Actually, never mind, doesn’t matter. And no, Woz, I can’t bring you any for two reasons. One, I’m stuck here for the foreseeable future so I’m only going to be attending school virtually, and two, the actual cabinet is in the living room. The contents are in this room because Mum drank them already.”

Harrumphing like an old man, Woz settled back into the chair with his arms crossed. “Fine, be that way. Get on with it.”

“Well, Mum’s getting a divorce, Dad’s not answering the phone, emails, anything. All I’ve got is this wifi device he gave me before we left but the only place I get signal for it is up here at the old gun emplacement. Which means any time I want to log into The Age I have to climb a damn mountain. I’m just glad tourists aren’t allowed on the island and all the residents are old people so nobody comes up here but me.”

Dani flopped onto the vacant spot on the couch and put her legs up over the arm, careful to keep the actual boots off the material. “Right, but what happened last week? You were just about to say something before you vanished.”

Peter frowned for a minute, trying to remember past a long and harrowing week. Comprehension dawned suddenly. “Right, loot! We’ve got a chest to open.” He popped open his inventory, the tear in space hovering at shoulder height as he reached in and extracted the ornate chest that had been the reward for defeating the final boss and retrieving DB. The moment it left his inventory, gravity and the mass of the chest took over and the steel banded wooden container landed squarely on his toes. The sound that came out of Peter could shatter crystal wine glasses at twenty paces, but the pain faded quickly as he jerked his abused appendages out from under the crushing weight. “Not a word or you get nothing,” he waggled a finger at his companions who were struggling to maintain composure.

There was no keyhole on the front of the chest, just an embossing of a cog with a skull at the centre. Peter pressed his palm, the flesh and blood one, to the skull and twisted it to the right. He didn’t know if that was the right thing to do, but he felt like it was. The cog turned 1/8th to the right with a click and the lid sprung open.

Pham peeled himself out of the armchair and looked over Peter’s shoulder. “Woah,” he breathed. “I’m rich biyach!” Glittering prizes shimmered and shone in the lamplight. Buried in the pile of coins here and there were larger items, bits of equipment looking just as shiny as the lucre that surrounded them.

“Oi,” Dani protested, “WE’RE rich. Equal fights, equal rights to the looting. We all played our parts in taking down that shifty bastard.”

“Heh, shifty,” Peter chuckled. “I saw what you did there. Nice.” He held out a fist for a bump. “Now, this thing’s interface is giving me a bunch of options on how to divide the spoils, but I’m just going to hit the split the money equally button for now and see what else is in here, cool?”

When he’d received the assent of the group, Peter hit the button in the lid of the chest that was visible only to him and the coins swirled up and around his body, streaming towards and into the members of the party. With his inventory still open he could see this counter in the corner that kept track of his finances flickering as the number increased rapidly. He looked more carefully at the display, realising that the numbers were presented on tiny nixie tubes. Peter had come to love the steampunk aesthetic in all its brass and mahogany awesomeness and all these little easter eggs tickled his fancy. He dug around in the pile of items left behind and held up the first thing he wrapped his hand around. 

“Breaker of Tempests?” he read from the tooltip. It was a war axe/hammer combo with a handle that looked like an Ent had grasped the head and then been hacked off at the shoulder. Once out of the chest there was no way it would fit back in, being taller even than Warren. The moment the butt touched the floor gravity made itself known and the haft ripped itself from Peter’s hand to fall like the tree it resembled. DB leapt out of the way as the metal head struck sparks from the stone floor. 

Warren picked up the weapon and twirled it like a baton before tucking it into his own inventory. “I’ve already got one from the Vengeance: GameOver event last year, but unless anyone else wants it?”

Nobody objected. The only sound was DB licking a smouldering patch of fur.

“Anyhoozits,” Pham dipped into the chest, fishing around for something interesting. “How about one of… deez!” He whipped out a balance scale and nearly braining Peter in the process. The brass sliding weight clanged into the endstop, tipping the balance and almost pulling free of Pham’s grip the way the axe had Peter’s. “Whoop, sorry about that. Dibs!”

“What is that?” Dani asked. “And what’s with the plaque at the bottom?”

Pham squinted at the engraved brass strip on the bottom edge of the scale. “A measure of wheat for a penny? No idea.” Pham set the scale on the writing desk and pulled a coin from his inventory. “But as to what it is, it’s a set of scales. Veeeerrry accurate ones.” He put the coin in the tray and slid the counterweight along the rail until he was happy. “Perfectly balanced.”

“As all things should be,” intoned Warren and Peter, to Dani’s confusion.

“You two stop that,” she waggled a finger at the boys. “HE’S the weird one.”

“I resemble that remark,” Pham peeled down the bottom eyelid of his left eye. “Now, this thing is a work of art. We’re going to make beautiful explosions together.” He put the scale into his inventory and pointed at the chest. “Who’s next?”

Peter gestured for Dani to have a turn so she stuck her arm in and had a rummage. 

“Ow.” She pulled out her hand with what looked like an oversized hypodermic syringe with a tuft of red fur stuck to the non-needle end. It had barely pricked her through her glove so she pulled it out and dove into the chest once more, pulling out the rest of the weapon. To Peter it resembled a rifle - but one that could only have been designed by a mad scientist, or maybe Pham.  The buttstock was clearly a bound brass air chamber that was affixed to the black wooden body. Copper pipes ran all over the main body of the body, joining crystal chambers with a variety of couloured liquids before disappearing into the wood again. The magazine, if you could call it that, formed a complete circle above the weapon and the rear sight hung from the top of its inside rim. A leather strap from the forestock to the buttstock completed the ensemble.

“Oooh what’s this do?” Dani pumped the forestock and a syringe fed into the chamber and a dial on the back end of where the bolt would be on a normal rifle ticked up to the first of three marks. She racked it again and instead of ejecting the syringe there was a huff of compressed air and the dial nudged up to two. The coloured liquids began to roil in their chambers.

Before she could make another motion Warren put his hand on the barrel and pointed it at the window. “Maybe we don’t test new gons indoors? I like my eardrums, ye ken?”

With a firm grip on the barrel and pump mechanism, Warren led Dani to the back door and pointed the barrel out over the back gate. Dani racked the pump handle once more with obvious strained effot and watched the needle creep up to three and hover there for a second before pulling the trigger.

FOONT!

A syringe vanished into the distance with the speed of a thousand startled gazelles. Its passage left a quickly dissipating mist cloud and a promise of sonic damage in closed rooms. Dani’s smile was matched only by Phams’ maniacal chortling. Peter and Warren shared the look.

“Could we maybe, um, save that setting for boss fights?” Peter asked as he tried to work the ringing out of his ears with the heel of his palm. “I mean, I’m kinda famous for having a deathwish and I STILL wouldn’t want to use that thing.”

Dani just rolled her eyes and slung the weapon over her shoulder. “Sure mate. You sure you’re not just a teensy bit jealous?”

Peter just shook his head and wandered back inside. So far the chest had produced wonders for everyone but him and he was hoping for something epic for completing the Geas. There were two pieces left in the bottom, a cloak and a large cog with a scintillating blue gem in the centre. Peter pulled them out and passed the cloak to Warren. “For the one I ruined. Besides, I think this fits your theme.”

Warren took the cloak and shook it out. It was bright red with gold rimming. The centrepiece was woven gold thread depicting a flaming sword over a tower shield. In letters above and below that shimmered and appeared to flicker like real flames read “Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum”. He breathed out slowly. A single tear traced its way down his cheek. “Aye. That’ll do.” Rather than put it on, he folded it gently, even reverentially, and put it in his inventory. “That’ll do nicely.”

Picking up the last item as Pham rejoined them in the room, Peter turned the cog over in the light, watching the way the gem shimmered and reflected. “Dani coming back, or having too much fun?”

Pham shook his head and sat down in an armchair. “She’s having too much fun with her new toy. Speaking of toys, whatcha got there?”

Peter opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a knock at the front door. That’s a new one, he thought as he held up a finger asking Pham to wait. He opened the door with a tentative “Hello?”

White mist crossed the threshold and pooled around his feet. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen stood beyond, in a shimmering white expanse lit by a diffuse but powerful glow.

“Well, Peter? May I come in?” Fjor asked.

Shaking himself from his stupour, Peter ushered the Avatar of Life into the room. The air wafted as she passed, bringing the scent of rich forest loam and pine needles to his nose. He shut the door, cutting off the swirling mists and found his companions standing as awstruck as he had been. To be fair, it’s not every day the local equivalent of a goddess pays you a visit.

“Warren, Pham, this is Lady Fjor. Avatar of Life. Ma’am, this is Warren and Pham. Dani is outside. I can call her in if you want?” Peter introduced them.

Fjor looked around the room distractedly. “I beg your pardon? Oh, no. Let her have her fun. It is you three that I really must speak with. I have a few issues to discuss, but first and formeost, you completed your Geas and for that you have been rewarded. I need you all to present the artifacts from the chest, Peter first.”

Peter stepped up and handed Fjor the cog. She turned it over in her hand and the blue gem dimmed steadily until its once saphire glow was a glossy onyx. “You have done well Peter. You have taken the first steps on the raod to becoming a true Paragon. Now you must seek out the remaining parts of Death’s Rainment. For it is only holding the whole Rainemnt will you forge a pure connection to Bani. Hold out your weapon.”

Unslinging the scythe from his back, Peter held it out in both hands. Fjor pressed the cog into the base of the blade where it met the haft. Clockwork-like filigree errupted from the edges and embossed itself along the length of the blade though it left a clean space along the cutting edge. A second handle emerged from the middle of the haft, which curved to look more like a true wheat scythe than the single straight shaft it had been before. A brass endcap formed over the butt of the haft and slowly became a dragon’s head. Fjor reached out and twisted the handle that had appeared and the blade roateted around the cog to run along the haft, the tip just touching the handle. From the base of the handle a brass trigger emerged. Peter stared in amazement at the transformation with his jaw on the floor.

“Peter. You have a talent for rushing into a situation. Most times this is the right choice, to save your friends, or rescue a stranger. You have courage in the face of insurmountable odds. But sometimes you must step back and take in the whole picture. The true form of the Reaper Of Souls will give you the perspective you sometime lack.” Fjor pushed the weapon back towards him and Peter stepped back to examine the prize more closely.

“Pham, if you please?” Fjor beckoned.

Pham stood up and held out the scales reverentially. His hands were trembling enough to make the tray on the scale ring like a little bell. Fjor took it from his hands before he dropped it.

“Pham, I can see the hunger in you. For strength. For knowledge. For riches and power. For some this would be an eternally sucking void in their soul, but I see you. You use this desire to fuel your efforts to become a better person. You seek strength to lift your friends. Knowledge to understand the world. Riches and power to underpin your good works. You cloak your love in misanthropy. I. See. You.” Fjor passed a finger over the brass plaque, bringing it to a lusterous shine. “These scales will help you weigh the world. They are no weapon like the Reaper Of Souls, but a means to gain insight. The first challenge will be to learn to use them, and I would not deny you the growth engendered by solving that puzzle yourself.”

“Th..Th..Thank you ma’am,” Pham stuttered. All of his usual internet leet-speak mannerisms were gone. He recieved the scales back and retired to the writing desk, cradling his prize like a baby.

“Warren, your cloak?”

Warren pulled out the fabric and placed the folded item in Fjor’s oustreched hand. She shook it free with a cloud of golden sparkles that faded to red, then black. “Turn around, please.”

Warren turned around and Fjor reached over his shoulders to fasten the garment around his neck. When he turned to face her once more he kneeled and she smiled warmly but a little sadly. “Warren. You have been in this world a long time and have accomplished much. You are always the bulwark, the one who stands between your friends and danger. But this does not come from a good place. I know of the hurt inside. With this cloak, the first step on the path to the Paragon of War has been taken. You must find within you the place that hurts the most and lance it. There is a difference between being good at fighting and effective strategy. You knew this once, you must find that again.”

Warren stood, mute. After a moment he stepped back, pulling the material around himself.

“To that end, I must place another Geas upon you. All of you this time. The Seven are rising, and though you have defeated the Paragon of one, it is not gone and all Seven will seek you now. Through their agents and the remaining Paragons, the will seek to remove you from this world that they may end it completely. I hereby charge you: Seek the rest of your Rainments. Take up the Mantles of the Paragons. Restore the homes of the fallen Avatars.” Fjor exploded into a cloud of green and white motes and the door opened to allow her egress.

“Bugger,” breathed Peter. “Here we go again.”

[octaviasdread]

any girls! dark academia movie recs? i really struggle to find anything not about a group of boys (as much as I love them)

SO MANY!!! This is probably a far more detailed answer than you were expecting but this is a popular question and I want to keep a list for myself and others.

Feel free to add to it/give opinions. I've tried to give a tw for anything I can remember

Girls! Dark Academia Movies/TV Shows

Mona Lisa Smile (2003)

1950s Women’s college

Art professor! Julia Roberts

She’s legit the female Mr Keating of the art & college world

Feminism vs. Tradition

Maggie Gyllenhall x Ginnifer Goodwin; their characters were more than friends. Fight me.

Does not end how you expect

Strike!/All I Wanna Do/The Hairy Bird (1998)

MY FAVOURITE!!!

Free on YouTube under one of its various names

Comedy

1960s all girls boarding school

Young Kirsten Dunst

Group of girls plot to sabotage a merger with a boys school less prestigious than their own

Secret attic clubhouse meetings of the D.A.R aka Daughters of the American Ravioli (eaten cold, ew)

girls get political & advocate for their rights using ANY elaborate and chaotic scheme

TW: eating disorder, vomiting & creepy male teacher but the girls plot against him too

The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (1969)

based on a short book I read for uni by Muriel Spark

1930s girls school in Edinburgh

Scottish teacher! Maggie Smith, controversial with a focus on romantic ideals

Spoiler alert, the liberal teacher is actually a fascist

Her group of fave students has cult- vibes and it’s fascinating

Picnic at Hanging Rock

1970s movie or 2018 mini series

Never watched either but I plan to

Wild Child (2008)

00s romcom every UK teen girl loves

Emma Roberts as the spoiled rich American teenager sent to a strict English boarding school

Plots to get herself expelled but oh no she’s making friends with the girls who help her

And the headmistress has a hot son, and he’s nice??? Double oh no

ICONIC SCENES

Everything! Goes! Wrong!

omg she burns the school down

Feel good, comfort, nostalgia

St Trinians (2007)

English girls boarding school

The kids are all criminals, no joke

So are the teachers

CHAOTIC

gay awakening for british girls

Art heist pulled off by school girls

Government tries to shut them down but oh no, the education minister & the headmistress are ex-lovers

Colin Firth x Rupert Everett in drag

Superior cast: Jodie Whittaker, Gemma Arterton, Juno Temple, Stephen Fry, Colin Firth, etc...

embodies the phrase 'problematic fave'

St Trinians 2: The Legend of Fritton’s Gold (2009)

Mystery, pirate ancestors, hidden treasure

omg Shakespeare was a woman

girls disguised as boys to infiltrate and rob the posh boys school

Villain! David Tennant in that ICONIC boat scene

Teen girls vs. ancient misogynist brotherhood

like the first film but MORE chaotic and BETTER!???

The Falling (2014)

1960s all girls school

best friends! but its unrequited love

Agoraphobic + distant mother aka mommy issues

Sudden death and the school suppresses/ignores the students grief, sparking mass hysteria & a fainting epidemic in the girls

Cast: Maisie Williams (GoT) & Florence Pugh (Little Women) & Joe Cole (Peaky Blinders)

TW: teen pregnancy, death, vomiting, underage s*x, sibling inc*st, past s*xual assault

READ THE PLOT SUMMARY FIRST

The Book Thief (2013)

Based on an amazing book by Markus Zusak

set in 1940s Nazi Germany

Daughter of a communist whose family were taken by the Nazis/died is fostered by an older couple who teach her to read & she paints a dictionary on the basement walls

Coming of age story about a compulsive book thief. No joke, this kid steals books from banned book burnings and breaks into the mayor's library through the window

Family hides the Jewish son of an old friend in their basement and he helps her to start writing about her experiences in the war

TW: death, bombings, WW2 anti-semitism

Mary Shelley (2017)

Overall good & roughly biographical

Pretty costumes and aesthetic

Modern feminist take on Mary Shelly in her own time period

So many INACCURACIES for the drama so don’t take it as truth

Percy Shelley slander and not all of it is justified

Cast: Elle Fanning, Douglas Booth, and Maisie Williams

The Secret Garden (1993)

Based on a fave childhood book

1901 colonial India & Yorkshire, England

Orphaned, spoilt & neglected girl sent to live with her reclusive Uncle in the English countryside

Gothic elements, mysteries, secret doors/passages/locked gardens

local boy with a flock of animals, magic, kids chanting around a fire and all around immaculate vibes

Happy ending!!!

Hidden Figures (2016)

African-American women as mathematicians for NASA

1960s space project

Women balancing a career and family obligations

Deals with racial & gender discrimination

Loosely based on the lives of Katherine Johnson, Mary Jackson, and Dorothy Vaughan who worked for NASA as engineers & mathematicians

Anne of Green Gables (1985) & sequel (1987)

Adaptation L.M. Montgomery’s ‘Anne of Green Gables’ books

Canada (late 1890s/early 1900s)

Highly imaginative & bookworm orphan is adopted by a reclusive elderly brother and sister duo

Small town & school years comedic drama

Unrequited Enemies -> Friends -> lovers

Inspiring new woman teacher

Girls re-enact Tennyson’s poem and nearly drown for the aesthetic™

Dramatic poetry reading with INTENSE 👀eye contact👀

Writer! Anne & English teacher! Anne dealing with unruly girls school antics

Collette (2018)

biographical drama on french writer Sidonie-Gabrielle Collette

Victorian & Edwardian era France

More talented than her husband so she ghostwrites for him

Fight for creative ownership of her wildly successful novels

Affairs with a woman called Georgie and also with Missy, born female but masculine presenting

Cast: Keira Knightly, Dominic West, Eleanor Tomlinson (Poldark)

Enola Holmes (2020)

Netflix book adaptation

Younger sister of Sherlock Holmes

Victorian era! feminism/suffragettes

Mother-daughter focus

Mystery, adventure, secret codes, teens running away & escaping from (and eventually fighting) assassins

Cast: Helena Bonham Carter, Henry Cavill, Sam Claflin, Fiona Shaw, Millie Bobby Brown

Ginger & Rosa (2012)

1960s England

best friends since literal birth navigating troubled teen years

poet & anti-nuclear activist! Ginger

off the rails but also catholic! Rosa

Shout out to Mark & Mark the gay godfathers we all want

family troubles 

TW: older man has an affair with a 17 yr old

Testament of Youth (2014)

based on WW1 memoir by Vera Brittain

young woman (writer & poetry lover) escapes traditional family & goes to study at Oxford University

abandons to become a war nurse

romance, tragedy and war trauma

Cast: Alicia Vikander, Kit Harrington (GoT), Taron Edgerton (Rocketman), Colin Morgan (Merlin)

Little Women (2019)

Writer! Jo & Artist! Amy

Mother/daughter focus and sister dynamics

the March sisters’ theatre club is *chefs kiss*

champagne problems edits of Jo x Laurie are a mood

Ambivalent ending perfectly captures Louisa May Alcott’s dilemma with the book the movie is based on

set in 1860s America

ALL STAR CAST and a Greta Gerwig masterpeice

Lady Bird (2017)

coming of age in early 2002/2003 Sacramento, California

all girls catholic school

writer! Christine aka Lady Bird wants to get outta town and start her life again at college 'in a city with culture'

Mother/daughter dynamics - so realistic!

I live for that Jesus car stunt & the nun's reaction

school theatre program

Cast: Saoirse Ronan, Timothee Chalamet, Beanie Feldstein

Another Greta Gerwig gem

Beguiled (2017)

Virginia, civil war era

Girls school with only five students and two teachers left

Find an injured Union army soldier & bring him inside

Women & teenagers want his attention (v. problematic) before uniting against him

(tbh you'll either love it, hate it, or watch once & forget it)

Sofia Coppola film so its very feminine gaze

TW: violence, death, underage

Legally Blonde (2001)

No questions will be taken

Elle Woods was the blue print

TV series:

House of Anubis (2011-2013)

I know it’s a kids/young teen show but I still unironically love it

ANCIENT EGYPT!!!!

Modern day with Victorian era links to treasure hunters & Egyptian research expeditions (stealing from tombs)

Chosen one plot lines, curses, kidnapping, mysteries, secret tunnels under the school, elixir of life

Teens have investigate & protect themselves cus oh no the TEACHERS are involved in some shady stuff

new American kid at British boarding school is the actual premise not just a fanfic au

Nostalgic, light-hearted, funny, and kinda cheesy but I will accept no criticism

The Alienist (2018 -now)

Mid 1890s, New York

Woman’s private detective agency (Season 2)

Serial killer mystery

Woman secretary turns detective and teams up with a criminal psychiatrist and a newspaper editor to solve crime

TW: violence, child pr*stit*tion

Cast: Dakota Fanning, Luke Evans, Daniel Bruhl

The Queen’s Gambit (2020)

Woman chess prodigy

1950s & 1960s

TW: drug & alcohol abuse

Gentleman Jack (2019 - now)

Based on the diaries of Anne Lister

Victorian Yorkshire, England

Upper-class lesbians

Confident, suit wearing! Anne Lister x shy! Ann Walker

Business woman! Anne running the family mines

Cast: Suranne Jones (Doctor Foster) & Sophie Rundle (Peaky Blinders)

TW: violence

Gilmore Girls (2000-2007)

bubbly/ambitious single mom + intelligent daughter

bookworm! Rory Gilmore gets into a prestigious private school and then an Ivy League college

Small town drama is comedic gold

Fast dialogue packed with pop culture and literary references

Comforting & nostalgic

TEAM JESS

Anne with an E (2017-2019)

Loose adaptation of L.M. Montgomery’s ‘Anne of Green Gables’ books

they completely change the plot lines but it’s still very good content!

Orphan girl with trauma and a love of books/poetry is adopted by an elderly brother & sister duo, bringing light and fresh ideas to a rural community

Feminism, girls writing club, lgbtq safe spaces, girls eduction, black/indigenous representation

Miss Stacy as THAT inspiring teacher

Aunt Josephine’s lavish gay parties have my heart

TW: creepy male teacher tries to marry a student, racial discrimination, indigenous assimilation school

Victoria (2016-2019)

Adaption of Queen Victoria’s life

Victoria navigating her political, royal, and personal life

Albert’s involvement with The Great Exhibition, 1851 (on cultural + industrial innovations)

Alfred Paget x Edward Drummond is exquisite

Gorgeous costumes and aesthetics

TW: bury your gays trope

Derry Girls (2018-now)

1990s Northern Ireland during the troubles

Comedy, episodes 20-25 mins long

English boy sent to an all girls Catholic school with his cousin

✨Dead Poets Society parody episode ✨with a free-spirited female teacher

Sister Michael, the sarcastic nun who hates her job & reads the exorcist for giggles

Wee anxious lesbian! Clare Devlin (plus her friends wearing rainbow pins)

Badass with bad ideas! Michelle Mallon

Main Character! Erin Quinn

Lovable weirdo who would fight a polar bear! Orla McCool

Wee English fella & honorary Derry girl! James Maguire

Dickinson (2019-now)

Loose adaption of the poet Emily Dickinson’s life

Set in 19th century Massachusetts, US

Historical drama with modern dialogue & music that works SEAMLESSLY

gives a great understanding of Emily Dickinson’s poems

💕Vintage gays! Emily x Sue💕

Theatre club, writing, poetry, dressing as men to sneak into lectures, love letters, teen drama, feminism, and an underground abolitionist journal as a brief side plot in season 2

Wiz Khalifa plays death in a horse drawn carriage

TW: opium use

A Series of Unfortunate Events (2017-2019)

Based on great childhood books

Bookworm! brother, Inventor! sister, and baby sister with sharp teeth

Mystery, secret organisations, orphaned siblings figuring things out & fending for themselves against the villain after their fortune

Adults either cartoon evil, comedically incompetent, or SPIES

Boarding school, library owner, scientific researcher, and theatre episodes

Ambiguous time period which is really fun to try and pin point

Killing Eve (2018-now)

Classic detective who has homoerotic tension with the assassin she is tracking down

British Detective! Eve Polastri figures out the notorious assassin MI5 are investigating is a woman, is fired & then put on a secret MI6 case with a small team

Assassin! Villanelle, a psychopath with a tragic past and a mastery of both accents & fashion

Woman MI6 boss! Carolyn Martens, head of Russian section

Travel Europe following Villanelle’s killings and escaping the assassins sent by Villanelle’s organisation

‘You’re supposed to be my enemy and moral opposite but omg you’re the only one smart enough to get me and why am I obsessed with you????'

🚨 GO IN FOR A KISS AND THEN STAB YOUR ENEMY 🚨

Cable Girls/Las chicas del cable (2017-2020)

Spanish drama set in 1920s Madrid

Four young women at a telecommunications company form a group of friends and help navigate the difficult situations they are all in

Secret identities, dangerous pasts, murder, crime, lgbtq couple & throuple, trans man character, feminism/suffragists

girls commit crimes for humanitarian reasons and cover! it! up!

UNDERRATED SHOW!!!!

Gorgeous costumes and set

Haven’t finished it yet and I’m catching up

TW: abuse, violence, death

Outlander (2014 - now)

haven’t watched yet but plan to

Woman time travels to Scotland, 1743

Rebel highlanders, pirates, British colonies, American revolutionary war

Time jumps between 18th & 20th century

[wallflowerimagines]

Could I please ask for some hcs for Donna and Alcina with S/O with a rough full time 10 hr days manual labor job. I’m a week into a job working at a warehouse and coming home at 10:30 every night with terrible feet and back pain, even with a fat check, is really hard and I would like some comfort from my face RE ladies 😔

Hell yeah, can Do!!!!

Alcina Dimitrescu

First of all, let's get one thing straight: Alcina HATES that you have a job that's so rough on you.

As a businesswoman herself, she loves that you're self employed and that you keep yourself busy. But the fact that your job is something that stresses you out? Yeah, no.

So what if it pays well? You're her partner, and therefore of equal social status. You should be treated like royalty.

Honestly, Alcina wouldn't be upset if you quit and just wind up as her house spouse. She will bring up you leaving your job if you get home and are especially tired. Darling, she hates to see you like this! You know that she likes to pamper those she cares for, so it's no trouble if you want to stay home!

It's a conversation that you both have quite often, actually. If you like your job and want to stay there, you will have to stick to your guns. Alcina doesn't understand why you have this need to work when she is more than happy to take care of you.

She's also, uh, very convincing? When it comes to getting what she wants, Alcina is more than happy to use every trick in her arsenal. She pampers you TO THE MAX after your shift, drawing you both a bath with scented oils and bath salts, helping you wash up and pressing you against her to have nice, warm water cuddles.

Once that's done, she lifts you out of the bathtub and into bed, with cool sheets and your favorite cold drink, and the cuddles continue there.

She also gives you a massage on the bed, and PSA? Alcina is BOMB at giving massages. You'll fall asleep almost instantly once she gets her hands on you.

(If you're not falling asleep immediately, It's not uncommon for her massage to slowly drift into something a touch more pleasurable. There are other ways for her to knock you out, and you work so hard already. It's nice to be rewarded after a long day 💕)

If you like alcohol, she might also turn this into "wine time". Sharing a nice glass of wine with you before bed while discussing your evenings is a good way for both of you to relax.

Alcina might also put out some feelers with her contacts to try and find you another job with more reasonable hours. Even if you like your work, Alcina thinks there are jobs better suited for you out there. Ones where you can have even more time to spend with her.

Donna Beneviento

Like Alcina, Donna worries that you're pushing yourself too hard.

She loves you a lot, and sometimes you work yourself so hard that you just walk through the door, into the living room, and face plant into the couch. Angie used to giggle a little when you did this, but even now the doll is just as worried about you as Donna is.

Initially, Donna starts by giving you a massage. She isn't very experienced at it, but she absolutely will give it a try if you ask for them. She usually doubles this with a hot water bottle for your back to help relax your muscles, as well as a hot cup of tea.

While it does feel incredible, and it helps a lot, Donna still worries she isn't doing enough. You're still very clearly tired,and she wants to do more to help you out.

She knows your energy levels are low, so she makes sure that her relaxation methods for you are helpful when it comes to de-stressing without effort.

You both enjoy down time in her garden, and since you spend a lot of your workday indoors, it's nice to spend some time outside.

Donna decides to set up a nice night time patio situation. It's very...eclectic? She has a covered area in the garden set up to protect you both from the elements, and fills it with a mishmash of furniture.

Most of Donna's furniture is more tea time victorian mixed with utilitarian wood pieces, and she has her staff set it up with a little bonfire in the middle. There's also a hammock set up nearby, which is the most modern thing she owns and is probably the thing you two use the most often.

(PS, Donna LOVES hammocks. When you introduced her to the concept for the first time and you both got inside it, the fabric was super tense and it forced you two to roll into each other and be close. It's like guaranteed cuddles, and Donna cannot get enough ❤️)

Your nights mostly include cuddling together in a hammock, while Donna reads you a book or asks you about your day, and you two just...stare up at the stars. It's so peaceful, and relaxing more than anything else. It quickly becomes the favorite part of her day.

[travelbystarlight]

In another universe, I'll still find my way to you...

I've wanted to do something like this for weeks and I finally bit the bullet and taught myself how to make gifs in photoshop for these. The brain rot is just so real right now

Inspiration: X X

Little blurbs for the AUs under the cut :)

Medieval!AULady Morgana, member of the wealthy family of Kernow, slowly falls for one of her families loyal knights, Sir Edwin. While doing his best to keep the mischievous Lady out of trouble he can’t help but find himself slowly fall for her as well. Inside the castle walls they are cordial to each other, bordering on coldness but, when the two are able to slip away from the wandering eyes of her family castle, they could be found by a secluded lake, all smiles while he softly strums on a lute.  

Victorian!AU Edward and Morgan had been in love with each other since they were children. However her father did not deem him a worthy marriage candidate for her deeming him a rake and a scoundrel. Determined to win her love he goes off to prove himself a worthy man. Upon returning he realizes he’s too late with Morgan already betrothed. Still it doesn’t not stop the two from having an affair in secret.

Mockumentary!AU  Eddie and his band Corroded Coffin set off of a cross country tour along with the band’s manager Morgan who is also his girlfriend. Hijinks ensue as cameras capture every wild minute along with Morgan’s exasperated attempts to keep the tour running smoothly. 

1960s!AU   Eddie Munson struggles to survive and provide for his girlfriend Morgan working as a fill in guitarist for touring bands while trying to get his own band up and running. In an attempt to find a way to provide a better life, he attempts to enlist in the army much to Morgan’s protests.

Kas!AU The group returns to Hawkins broken and battered; Eddie left in the Upside Down. As the Upside Down slowly claws it’s way into their reality, their lives change into a constant watch to keep whatever lingers there out. Vecna’s power is still felt and even now it’s no rare occurrence for people to become his Victims. Morgan fears she’s next, as the nosebleeds start. Then there’s the issue of seeing him, seeing Eddie. He shouldn’t be alive can’t be alive but he doesn’t seem like a ghost. He’s nothing like what people say about ghosts; half-visions, whisps of their former being, unable to talk through normal means. But he’s there, clear as day. He smiles at her, it’s not warm like she used to remember, it’s now cold and calculated. 

And oh god, are those fangs?

Modern!AU  Life wasn’t easy at first with Homecoming Princess Morgan Kernow fell in love with burnout rocker Eddie Munson. Somehow through it all, kids, running a music store, the two were able to fall into a comfortable rhythm. The only time the two could get away from the quiet chaos of the Munson household was their bedroom, Just the two of them able to decompress from the stresses of the day together. 

[sugar-petals]

sub!Yuzu | nsfw alphabet

🌹 NOTE ⇢ content for our fave figure skater, the legend himself. mr. yuzuru hanyu is 1000% dom candy and i’m here to honor it at length ⛸

— WORDS. 5k

tags + warnings. dom/sub dynamics, femdom!reader, role reversal hc, smut, kinks, cum play, spanking, sex toys, very freaky yuzu, kitten play, mdlb, crying kink, food play, prostate orgasms, bondage, some deeper stuff & angsty bits, asthma mention, aftercare

  A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Once the cat ears come off, who is Yuzuru Hanyu not to remain in character for a while. For the shits and giggles, and because it’s cozy. Once a catboy, always a catboy, it’s the law of the land. Curling up, kneading at you for the head pats and massages, you know the programme. 

Also: Yuzu is famously soft-spoken and always finds the right thing to say. So, stimulating conversation for the cooldown. This is literally so nice. He’s unafraid to reflect everything in detail, say what he preferred, what you could change up together, what he wants to try next. The afterglow is not just physical, as in you give him something to drink, it’s 70% verbal which is very important to him as a consistent habit.

Of course, not to forget: Always gotta have a Winnie Pooh plushie ready. He embraces it readily and, as we know him, does some roleplay right then and there. Yuzu, professional cutiepie he is, is the kinda sub who treats all plush and pillow stuff as alive and breathing. You as his domme are in on the play and also treat his things as holy as they are to him. That Yuzu lets you into that world is the biggest compliment you can possibly get. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

We all know Yuzu’s godly ass and thighs. Or the staggering waist and beautiful black hair that makes him a total bombshell in his classic comb-back styles. His face is soft and expressive and so damn unique, his legs muscular and long, his back and tummy chiseled, the list goes on and on. Jesus, he has so many great features. All body parts a masterpiece. That are all capable of god-tier contortionism on top of that, gotta mention it in passing. Just so you know if you haven’t seen him bend his every limb into directions you wouldn’t believe are humanly possible. 

Interestingly though. If he chooses, Yuzu picks his feet: They are his most important instrument and weak spot. His ankles are where the magic happens. So, you taking care of them a little would mean the world to him, imagine a candle light massage. Not to worry, no-gross-alert. Yuzu has perfect and cute feet. That’s gonna be a Victorian moment, oh my god I saw his ankles. For his partner, short and simple: He likes a shoulder to lean on. He loves being touchy in general, all body parts are amazing to him. Being in a profession that’s all about the physics, Yuzuru knows about the wonders of the body.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Certified king of cumsluts, doesn’t even hesitate. The more, the merrier. If he’s not covered in sticky stuff, Yuzu would be underchallenged. It’s less about the taste, texture or any degradation, for him it’s the playing around with his tongue. Somebody wants his mouth preoccupied. Give the cat his milk. Feed him his own cum mixed with yours. He’s gonna lap at it and swallow.

Since Yuzu’s dream is a mommy domme baking him something, he just loves the smell of dough and hazelnuts and cinnamon and everything — you know what’s coming: Imagine the food play. Nuts indeed. Anything that even remotely looks like a creampie is something he wants to get his lips on. And Yuzu is not the type to be a foodie at all, let that sink in. Sexual-looking food is just too big a temptation, though. And you spoiling him that way... oh my. Surefire way to end up in bed right after. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has a butt plug collection. Once almost went on the ice with one in. The more you know. Also— this guy is the kinda type fantasizing to get absolutely railed on a bed of plushies. He has troubles suggesting it to you because he doesn’t want them to get actually dirty. But the idea gets the two of you kind of horny. Sometimes, a thought is better as a fantasy than actually executing it. You can use it for riling up’s sake, whispering it to him during dirty talk. How you’ll bounce on him and ruin him and milk him while he’s splayed out so innocently on your bed. I smell corruption kink. 

Another secret Yuzu keeps is just how much he changed his mind about wanting his partner to control everything in bed. He grew up with a pre-defined ideal type of a cute, nice skater girl who’d let the reins very loosely around him, who he can speak Japanese to because he had problems with English, who is small and someone he will protect. It wasn’t something based on experience and trying things out: It was simply expected of him. People wanted the domineering Yuzuru on ice to be that way in private, and make use of his power, be a man, savior, boss. 

The reality being: He never felt truly as tough on the ice, nor was he gender-conforming in person. In fact, that is what he became famous for, and it reassured Yuzuru very often how people would accept and actually celebrate this side of him. Which is so refreshing, and a sight to see. The side that was dorky, clingy, childish, gorgeous, and cute has always been there, but now he embraces it more as his comfort place. He has to know what he’s doing in his skating programme and show competitive spirit to achieve his dreams, but that’s where it stops.

His former ideals are something people wanted to hear, it was an adaptation of the environment rather than thinking it through on his own. So, years later — oh boy have things changed. Yuzuru no longer defines his ideal type that way, saying whoever he likes is someone he’d be with. What was a fantasy template and filter is now gone and adapted to his newfound, own preferences. Yuzu is comfortably open-minded rather than being a copy to mainstream. He found fun in speaking English, opened up to the world at large, had more girls around him who he could befriend, grew more confident in his stature, and is well aware — turns out he’s the cute one. Who needs to be taken under a wing. He likes strong-minded girls and says if he had a wife, she’d dominate him. Yuzuru secretly wants her to be in charge entirely, she owns his body and soul. Not in daily life where things are just normal and everyone goes about their business. Sexually, where he surrenders instead, and is taken care of.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

The tale of an introvert. What he knows — he hides it well. Has eyefucked a whole lot of people and is the type to lust like mad from a far distance, and nobody will ever know. Crushes harder than peppercorns in a mill. If he loves someone, it lingers in his mind every split second of the day, may god have mercy on him. And if you know him: Yuzu aims too high to keep it light and easy and clumsy. He hates being an amateur, he’s terrified of starting out something. He dreads not knowing what to do, how exactly to behave, talk, touch, breathe, respond, negotiate, prepare. That’s a hundred percent like hell to him.

Ironically, he has a natural feeling for it and he’s literally amazing in bed, has a sense for social interaction is all the way cute with something valuable to say. But what he believes is something way different. Yuzuru is a diehard, nervous perfectionist. He can only think of it as a rated performance since his mind usually has to work that way to skate well. His esteem is on a knife edge depending on how well he thinks he does. So, the inevitable: He will shy away from sex altogether. He draws immense skating passion from staying celibate, in fact it’s his success secret, but it still eats him up from the inside and makes him frustrated beyond measure. Not even for the pleasure, since he’s so ambitious that’s almost forgotten about, but for being told he did well. 

That’s how much he believes sex is a drill and capability test. And it’s sad that he thinks it’s like his skating career, racking up points for the impossible things judges want and being in a deadlock when it comes to showing his artistic side. He feels thrown into cold water if he doesn’t know everything beforehand. If he ever works up the courage, which probably won’t happen, he will pay an expert to learn from rather than let something all over the place happen with a random person or even someone he might like. 

Yes, you heard that right. He’d rather see a sex worker than ‘mess up’ his first time according to his sky-high standards. So, Yuzu’s experience remains limited since he’s so 100% do or die, and so anxious, and so torn about social interaction, he doesn’t get how his peers can be playboys and get married and flirt with someone they like and all that. He sort of has an easier time with guys, but girls... he can’t approach. To top it off, he also feels like he’d burden his first time one somebody or embarrasses himself, so he will reject and avoid suitors. Those are usually not the people he crushes so hard on to begin with. It’s bound to be one-sided and he knows, so he will abstain and focus on career and use the cheers of his fans as a substitute.

Truth is, he feels helpless and distant from sex sometimes, especially with his practice-heavy lifestyle and hyper-smart mind, Yuzuru has an intelligence that exceeds what most people can grasp. He’s alone on the ice and Brian as a coach is often the only reference person who truly gets him, and leads him well without being controlling. But that’s professional life. Sexually, Yuzuru is metaphorically: coachless. He surely observed it well when Javier (the #1 ladies man, his opposite) was still active and a social butterfly helping him fit in, but Yuzu would always be worried about his extreme fame and spotless image when introduced to someone fangirling over him. He’d rather prefer someone who comes across as a mentor and solid, loyal-to-death person to look up to. So he would do anything to have someone benevolent like that. Most girls would expect him to be the sex god and expert, but he knows that’s only half of the story and based on his characters on the ice. Yuzu crafts these to counterbalance how he really is — withdrawn and indirect. 

Yuzu is extremely calculating and selective, he scans suitors well, protects his reputation, and is mortified of failure. So, he’d rather learn it by the book and from someone he’s not emotionally attached to. In a one-night stand that might also be the case, but he doesn’t know what to expect, and he’s absolutely terrified of sudden sexual vulnerability. He himself often says he values his own struggle between feeling so weak and being strong again 

Besides: He’d have problems squeezing hookups into his schedule and lifestyle, he’d have to cut down on things and create a double life. Plus, Yuzu is famously inept with social interaction up close, he flees the noise and unpredictability. So, it’s better to have a long-term partner. If he doesn’t know something yet, he has it down in one day like the single axel. Definitely counts on his partner teaching him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

We know Yuzu’s signature move is the lean-back Ina Bauer. So, whatever position allows for an arch is the real deal (cough, taking the strap — oh my god his ass is made for it). But anyway, he can pull off anything with that stellar flexibility and core strength. 

If I think about it. Yuzu might like sitting on your lap very much. I know it’s not a sex position, I mean it can be once his inner lapdancer awakens or you use a strap-on, I rather mean... just for some sweet moments and making out. But yeah: Fathom Yuzu gyrating on your like that. Not in an outright lascivious manner or Chippendales style. The Hanyu way, with embellishments and all the grace. This is gonna be a huge turn-on and perfect foreplay position.  

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not much to elaborate here: Yep, Yuzu is true goofball indeed. Really flustered and clumsy when eye-to-eye in missionary, and yet: He’s ultra serious towards the end, there’s gonna be an aggressive staredown before cumming. The feeling gets pretty intense, his duality between silly and ‘yeah, give it to me’ is no joke.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Would probably die from inflammation if he shaved clean under those tight suits and did all these chafe-heavy skating routines. Doesn’t have a lot of body hair to begin with, but for pits and pubes, it’s alive, wild, and decently long. Out of all people, Yuzu cares particularly about aesthetics, but in this case pragmatism will prevail. He doesn’t care too much about it either as long as it doesn’t get in the way of something. Having sex with Yuzu tends to be well um well all about a hundred types of friction so any stubble would be a bad idea.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You haven’t seen a guy in love like that. It’s a figure skater thing for sure. Since he works to portray these sentiments on the ice daily, hardly anybody can play up feelings so delicately and palpably like Yuzuru. Emotion is what his entire career is built on. He knows how to express himself directly, appropriately, intimately. Couldn’t be any more romantic. Yuzu can’t go without it. 

Very passionate, ‘for your eyes only’ kind of atmosphere. Yes, he shows off on the ice, it’s his job (although of course, that word doesn’t really sum up what skating means to him). But private Yuzu is someone you can claim as yours. He will make it clear, he wants to belong to you, he’s yours, dedicated, devotion is the entire point. Less with a slant of what some subs like, very hands-on ownership of a mistress. It’s more emotional. He’s really attached and all smitten. Your private little haven is everything to him. 

Talking about little: Yuzu can be quite a pillow prince sometimes. At least when the initiative doesn’t go back and forth as it frequently does, you often alternate with suggestions and ways of tweaking an ongoing play session. You blindfold him or tie his wrists, He might be standard tired from practice or just fascinated to watch you work your magic on him. 

He also likes music to set the tone for intimacy, who’s surprised. Prepare: Yuzu likes dramatic classical music all the way. He’s probably one of the few people who can make it more than ‘classy’ and definitely more than cringe. He selects pieces very well. This is gonna be a practice template to cum together when the music reaches its peak. Makes the whole thing full of adrenaline.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Lots of fun to him. Would beat it 24/7 if the ice wasn’t calling him. Drowns himself in lube. This guy’s me-time is so rated R, Cardi B would be inspired to remix WAP to wet ass penis as an anthem just for him. A dry dick is a ruined day for Yuzuru, as is a session without teasing his prostate in whatever way he currently fancies. Once he tried it, he never went back. The intensity knocking him out is something that Yuzu thinks about all the time. Strokes like a pro, does all these little moans, can do it forever, loves the feeling, chases the high. Adrenaline junkie on the ice? No different with his hand around his cock. 

Will masturbate everywhere in the house and has to really get his head in the game to make sure he won’t ruin any carpets. So, he always has at least two towels with him. In the kitchen, in front of the TV, in the shower, the bed. Watches his fair share of eclectic porn, he gets really desperate. Especially before you started dating, Yuzu would shut himself in until the lotion ran out. Can jack off to something romantic (he starts crying) or something extreme (he loves shocking himself and ). 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Very curious about sadomasochism. Googles a lot of things that make him hard during the day. Often jawdropped by his research, but once he tries things out with you, nothing can really shock him anymore. Absolutely wants to be collared, it’s his biggest fantasy. Another little secret he has, Yuzu is decked out in skating gloves, right. He wishes he could feel you wearing them, or he keeps them on for sex himself, the lacey transparent ones. Looks especially pretty when his wrists are tied so, major photograpy material. Oh yes, Yuzu likes the camera, he can work it. The guy is photogenic in any position and can strike any angle you want. Your phone background is a new Yuzu snapshot every week already, imagine your gallery, 5800 kinky pictures.  

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I’m gonna say it. The frozen lake out of town, late at night, condoms and lube with you. A quickie that will leave your genitals frozen. Yuzu might get stuck inside you because it’s -15 Celsius. Call that fantasy on ice. Jokes aside: Come on, Yuzu is the biggest ever hermit homebody. The couch will have a bunch of indents after your week-long fucking sessions after he comes home training. Also, at his desk while he does work for university. You ride him, Yuzu studies. Double the ambition. His dick is completely sore. The lake out of town thing might go down, but without sex. Just skating together under the stars, Yuzu doing amazing spins and spirals around you, very very romantic.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Yuzu is a crazed Sagittarius. Have you seen these men? They just want it all. Must be the influence of Jupiter. Zeus was definitely vibing that way. And yes, Yuzu has borderline unhealthy gold medal thinking in bed. He wants to be not just good but damn good with pleasing you. If you don’t have a good time and head home without an orgasm, he’ll consider himself a failure. Yuzu won’t cut himself any slack there. You’d have a hard time changing his ways into something more chill and moderate. Instead, you will see the benefits of rolling with it once you see how improvement fuels him and does make sex really mindblowing.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Couldn’t do things like slapping you, spanking. Yuzu makes for a terrible daddy dom, it’d not suit him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Cum-dripping oral mess, Yuzu is the brave kind. Totally into it, and can’t resist a good blowjob. Will act different afterwards, there’s a lot of erotic tension. “This evening again?” is what those eyes are saying.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Outstanding kinesthetic intelligence. Every inch of his body follows his intent, and yours if you have him take on certain ways of kneeling. Yuzu can do it all, whatever you want. Tantalizing, moderato, overwhelmingly fast. He can take it, he can portray it. And knows the value of a pause like a true connoisseur. Not just when he wants to prevent cumming early, also just because the moment is right. That’s why cockwarming is a staple, as well as you having him wait patiently for kisses. To top it off: If you give him a blowjob, building up the tension by doing nothing is damn effective. The ruined orgasms you’re gonna give him... delicious.

Everything’s gonna have nice transitions as well, no awkward climbing and rolling and tangling limbs. If he gets something from another room that you need, no slouching. The university course as good as the extracurricular activities. Being inconsistent with any subsidiary details? Not in the Hanyu household, he’s keeping it classy. Yuzu feels like if he makes the bridges to new positions even remotely messy, the feeling is killed and it’s as if he’d break character mid-skate. Although he’ll have to practice and refine and test a lot of things because he’s not super experienced and adapting to your own movements is an individualized thing to do, he’s a masterclass of quality, period.

Even when things get fast and heated, nothing feels off. Having that kind of body smartness also means: Yuzu learns by touch, whatever you do. He knows by the way you pull his hair what comes next. How much saliva drips off your tongue when you suck at his neck, he knows how hard you’ll to ravage him in five minutes. This guy observes things you aren’t even conscious of because his physical understanding is just so fine-tuned.

The sense of rhythm, and every skating programme of him will showcase that, unbeatable. Unless his mood is really impacted by something severe, your guy feels it in every bone. He’s an artist, after all, he listens to music all the time. Dissecting rhythms to turn them into movement is what his line of work is all about. The pace will always fit the mood. Everything is precise, but never crude. Instead, the way he moves is dictated by an inherent flow. With little accents that match right with any thrust, like putting his hands on your sides when you’re on top of him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hit it Shakira: Whenever, wherever! He seemingly carries an entire condom factory with him. Or, to be more exact: At least three of them.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

This one’s a complicated case. Yuzu being reckless on the ice may or may not mirror in your private life. He might need some downtime, so bring out the soft domme stuff. No trial and error stuff, just going through a routine of things you love the most. On the other hand, he always gives it all. This guy’s endurance at your hands is amazing. Advanced kinds of BDSM he will not feel deterred from at all. Rough toys, anal hooks, sounding, whips, why not is Yuzu’s motto. But then again. He has such a confusing mix of innocence and feeling like he’s completely hardcore. You might end up experimenting a lot, but also not daring the leap sometimes because the mood is different. And then rather go for softer hours, where Yuzu will be all shy shy and more bursting with excitement than ever. A good, interesting mix is what I’m saying.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Yuzuru, once he gets a bit of practice to gauge the situation... Viagra on two legs, absolute unexpected powerhouse. You might end up pondering to work out a little and go for a run because this guy is in a consistently outstanding shape to say the least. Olympic athletes are literally hard to fuck with. And since Yuzu is starfishing sometimes (which is very adorable), or he’s in bondage for some time, that presents a further problem: For a second round, he’s full of energy, while you already spent energy. So, you alternate with who’s active, and the other leans back entirely. He has to remind himself since his body is programmed for it: This is no contest — the point is feeling good.

You might ride him reverse cowgirl all the way while you watch TV, and after the overstimulation fades he will eat you out ad nauseam, full course slobbering, sweeping the whole menu. That way, it’s less about keeping up with him, which would be hard for most people not doing sports at his galactic level. He understands, Yuzu knows he’s not normal in that regard, you don’t have to worry. Some exercise still doesn’t hurt, just to further increase the quality of sex anyway.

Then again: Why go jogging and do some laps wasting valuable together time when Yuzu’s lap is the best workout? And running doesn’t guarantee your stamina in bed is perfect even if it does help. You rather wanna manage how to draw out the arousal. It’s a self-control thing, with the goal of having you match up in every aspect as good as you can. In which case, you can count on him to pull it off: Have you seen Yuzu doing jumps side by side with a bunch of female skaters? Copy paste. This guy knows how to synchronize with the ladies.

Something that has to be mentioned beside that, though. Yuzu has asthma since 2 years old, and it’s often a mind thing to him still these days. He doesn’t let it stop him from sleeping with you because as always, he’s not letting anything get in his way. He has learned to live and thrive with it. But you both have to mind the possibility of an attack, he prevents it with inhalers, and the mood plays a crucial role. Yuzu being comfortable and confident is so important to his breathing, and keeping a good rhythm rather than being chaotic in bed. So, you will plan most of your sexual activities rather than improvising. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Would stuff an entire sex shop into his every available orifice. Yuzu is a toy freak, he wants to try everything. Motto: a new one every day. Well, almost. But he can afford it. Buys stuff he uses solely on himself, things you use on him, things he uses solo and you use on him, and as the cherry on top, every possible high end vibrator on the market for you. Any size, too. This bitch will browse through the latest innovations, prepare to get off. He’s obsessed with seeing you use it on yourself. Yuzu owns a separate phone just for videos of you buzzing your clit, and him fingering you for minutes and minutes. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Extremely so. Loves to be a total brat only to get put into his place. He does it so you’ll pull the chin grab on him. He likes getting choked out as a punishment as well. Yuzu also tends to be very around the corner if you will when it comes to soft subbing, he lays over expecting cuddles but doesn’t say so. Buds his head against your chest, nuzzles, and so on. Lighter forms of teasing come to him very easily. Loves to prompt. Roughhousing, banter, favorite thing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Moderately loud because his voice is very very light, but unsurprisingly — he’s just beautiful. What a nice tone. Gorgeous whimpering sounds. And when you go hard on him, voice cracks! And really heavy breathing. What’s gonna be the most striking though is his expressiveness. We know it from the ice and interviews, and he can really amp it up even further. No need for screaming, that face will speak the volumes.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You’ll be blessed with him if you have a huge crying kink. Yuzu definitely opens the waterworks every other week in bed. Happy tears, horny tears, relief tears, aftercare tears, orgasm tears, masochist tears, romantic tears, subspace tears, he has it all. He also begs for the type of pain that makes it stream down his face for minutes. He’s touchy-feely all the way and feels like he can really connect with you that way.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His ass twitching is kind of a spectacle, but I don’t have to tell you, do I. Yuzu has muscles for the gods in there. So voluptuous, you can’t call it any other way. Big booty boyfriend, Jesus you can show him off, he loves it. Around the house, he will flaunt them big ole athlete buns in particular, acting like it’s unintended. Um, Yuzu, those are joggings. Smack it, he is sure to moan. 

And may I respectfully mention as well — this guy has some major big ass balls figuratively and literally. How else would someone be motivated to jump a triple axel like it’s nothing. Not kidding, they’re big and round and ugh. His love for tight pants doesn’t help. He knows what your eyes like and dresses just to flex the goods. Screams for more spanking and pinching if you ask me. Yuzu is definitely serving it. Well-endowed, you lucky girl.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Mega horny, ready when you are. On a scale from zero to hundred? Breaching into the 90 percent right there. Yuzu’s hormones are literally insane. On paper he’s 26, but his dick wants the 18th birthday party. Jesus is he gonna be clingy when he’s in the mood. All wrapped around you in a backhug in the kitchen or when you iron a costume of his, and that’s sexy of him. He’s not gonna hide what’s filling out those sweatpants. He’ll desperately grind up against you like it’s Christmas.

Paired with his puppy eyes and little “Do you have some time... I’ll iron this tomorrow” — instant pounce. He’s admittedly a bit hard to keep up with sometimes, though. The reason: With that level of exercise, he has major pent-up energy. That machine is definitely running. Heavy sports changes your hormones, nervous system, and especially blood flow. Now take that to the scale of his performances and regimens? That equals a firework of horny. No wonder he masturbates all the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Takes some time. He cools down, sweats it out, chugs water. However, don’t underestimate how tired Yuzu can already be. His daily routines and competitions have a toll on him. Ironically, he’s not a deep sleeper, however. Yuzu might toss and turn and have sudden energy bursts, or ideas, or gets hungry. So, he needs his plushies, he needs a weighted blanket, warm pajamas, a hot cup of his favorite warm drink, a light snack, and you by his side. Spooning him excessively and sometimes even humming to him. Yuzu looks like a certified angel on his pillow, his well-deserved rest from everything is so important, too.

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[fruitcoops]

hii would you write a coops fic that takes place before they’re out when they’re still sneaking around but have like a sweet date night at remus’s apartment

Of course! This is a continuation of Newcomers and Nargles, where Remus babysits Luna Lovegood. Hope you enjoy! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

“Thank you for having me over,” Sirius said quietly as he pressed a kiss to the corner of Remus’ mouth. The only light came from his kitchen, which was far enough away that they were left in soft shadows on his couch. “Really, Re, this is wonderful.”

“There’s no need to be so formal,” he laughed, though Sirius could see the pink flush spreading to his ears. “It’s just pasta and my apartment.”

“I love your apartment.”

The flush deepened. “Moody calls it my hamster cage. You had to duck to get in the door.”

“Details.” Sirius leaned forward for a proper kiss to his lips; they had set a timer for the pasta and had a while yet, if his memory was correct. Plenty of time to settle himself more comfortably in Remus’ lap and kiss him until he got the glazed look in his eyes that Sirius adored.

He wanted this all the time. To come home with Remus every night, without fear of the wrong person (or anyone, really) seeing them. He wanted to kiss him in public and keep his hand in Remus’ back pocket like a cliché movie couple and watch Remus light up when he held his hand. He wanted.

Remus made a soft noise and slid his arms around his waist, holding him light and cozy while he traced small swirls on the small of Sirius’ back. It sent goosebumps racing along his spine—Sirius cupped Remus’ jaw in his hands and hummed his approval. The room was so wonderfully warm, filled with the smell of cooking pasta and sauce on the stove. They had made it together; shoulder-to-shoulder, hip-to-hip, trading kisses in the steam.

God, he wanted it so much it ached.

Remus trailed light kisses along his neck, taking pauses to nuzzle Sirius’ skin and nibble his collarbones. Sirius buried his face in honey curls and let himself believe this was his everyday life. Their everyday life.

A quick knock at the door shattered the illusion. Sirius felt the blood flee his face as they both froze. “Who is that?” he managed.

“I don’t know,” Remus whispered. His pupils were dilated with fear and, with a pained look, he guided Sirius off his lap so he could stand and turn the rest of the lights on. His slender hands smoothed his sweater and jeans in methodical movements, but Sirius saw their tremors.

He distracted himself from panic by looking around the apartment and all its knickknacks; the feeling of being surrounded by Remus in his most distilled form was unparalleled. A little granite wolf figurine sat with its wooden counterpart on the table by the door; dozens of pictures of family and friends scattered the walls with no rhyme or reason to their placement. It was cluttered in the best possible way, and Sirius wanted his whole life to look like it.

The door clicked open. “Hello?”

“Remus!” a woman’s voice exclaimed. “I’m so glad you answered.”

Sirius glanced over and saw Remus’ whole body relax as he opened the door further with a smile. “Hey, Pandora, how are you?”

“Doing fine, doing fine. It’s Phil and I’s anniversary and we’ve got dinner at 7:18, but Luna’s babysitter came down with a cold and can’t make it. We just got the text an hour ago and we were hoping you could watch her while we’re out.”

“Oh.” Remus’ eyebrows shot up. “I—well, I have a friend over for dinner, but we made plenty of pasta for one more, I s’pose. Sirius, is that okay with you?”

It took him a moment longer than was prudent to get over the fact that Remus—kind-hearted, friendly, beautiful, so beautiful—was asking his opinion on letting a kid join their date. Their top-secret, possibly-life-ruining-if-discovered date. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Oh, I’m so rude!” the woman gasped. She poked her head around the doorway and waved to Sirius—her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulder in a messy plait, and her dress seemed to be made of a variety of beads. She was pretty, with a combination of angular features and a heart-shaped face that nudged a memory in the very back of his mind. “I’m Pandora Lovegood, from 7A. It’s so lovely to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you as well.” He padded over and held a hand out to shake, but to his surprise she took it turned it over, furrowing her brow at his palm.

“Well, that’s quite the love line!” She smiled and patted his cheek. Her eyes were glacial blue, but somehow still as warm as a crackling hearth. “Good for you. Your life line isn’t bad, either. I’ll be back with Luna in a moment!”

“Have a good night, Pandora!” Remus called as she fluttered away. “Say hi to Phil for me!”

Sirius was still standing in mild shock when the door closed. “Pandora, Luna, and…Phil?”

“Xenophilius,” Remus said. The corners of his mouth twitched. “Her husband, and Luna’s dad.”

“Hell of a name.”

“We can’t really judge, can we?” Some of his amusement dimmed and he ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry for ruining our date. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, it’s alright,” Sirius said quickly, kissing his cheek until he smiled. “You didn’t ruin anything.”

Remus looked a bit sad as he looked up despite his smile. “Yeah, but this is our only time together.”

“It’s not the last time I can ever come over to your apartment,” Sirius reminded him as he ran his hands up Remus’ arms. “I think it’s great that you’re doing this for your neighbors. It shows how caring, and sweet, and wonderful—”

“Alright, alright, I get it,” he laughed, cutting Sirius off with a vivid blush.

“Besides, I agreed to this.” He nudged their noses together. “I’m pretty sure my impressive love line can handle another date sometime soon.”

Remus grinned as he leaned in. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Black.”

“Are you going to stop me?”

A tumbling sound came from outside, followed by a peal of giggling and a sharp pattern of knocking. “I did a cartwheel!” a tiny ball of blonde curls announced as it launched itself at Remus’ legs the second the door opened. “Hi, Remus!”

He caught her with a slight wince as Sirius tried to calm his pounding heart. “Hey, sunshine, are you ready for some dinner?”

“Oh, yes, please.” She wriggled down from his arms and gave her mother a bear hug, beaming when her face was covered in kisses.

“Be good,” Pandora said as she set Luna down and brushed her hair out of her face. “Listen to Remus and his friend. We’ll be back by ten at the latest. Thank you both again for doing this. I’ll bring over some cookies tomorrow, Remus.”

“That’s very sweet, Pandora.” Remus’ eyes tensed at the edges, as if he was in pain at the very thought. Pandora whisked herself toward the stairs again and Sirius shut the door behind her. “Luna, do you—”

“I remember you!” Sirius turned and found himself staring into the biggest pair of blue eyes he had ever seen. The memory came rushing back in a flood—Remus, frazzled and fluffed at the edges, with a little girl balanced on his hip. Luna stood on her tippy-toes and he leaned down so she could take his face in her hands. After a moment, she nodded. “You’ve done an excellent job of keeping the nargles away, Mr. Sirius.”

“Thank you.”

“Mama said you and Remus were making pasta. May I have some, please?”

“Of course you can,” Remus assured her, ushering her into the kitchen with a sweep of his arm. “After you, my lady.”

Sirius waited until Luna had safely skipped out of earshot before bending toward Remus’ ear. “Why does she…?”

“Talk like a normal kid and then a Victorian orphan?”

“Yeah.”

“Dunno. I guess that’s what happens when your mom’s a chemist and part-time psychic and your dad owns The Quibbler.” There wasn’t a trace of judgement on Remus’ face as he raised his voice by a few degrees. “Be careful by the stove, honeybun.”

“I will!” Luna chirped back. Sirius couldn’t place why, but he held undeniable affection for the little girl, even after only two meetings. She was unapologetically odd; he was sure he could never get bored of talking with her.

Luna sat on the countertop while they served up dinner, happy as a clam as she recounted her and her father’s hunt for Fizzing Whizbees at the candy store. They were her mother’s favorite, apparently, but Luna had yet to see one in real life. Her conversational skills came to a sharp halt during dinner; it was so startling that Sirius grew concerned after two minutes without her high-pitched contributions.

“Luna? Are you alright?”

“Hmm?” She looked up from her plate with a curious glance between them and gave Sirius a bright smile. “I’m making an octocapus.”

“An octopus?” Remus leaned over to look. “Wow, you got all the legs with your noodles! Way to go!”

“You’re a great artist,” Sirius agreed as Luna continued working on her masterpiece.

“Yeah, I know.”

He bit his lip to keep in his laughter and met Remus’ eyes; at first, he had been a bit worried about babysitting during a date, but he couldn’t imagine a better way to spend the night. When their plates were clean and Sirius was warm and drowsy from carbohydrates, Remus collected the dishes and headed back into the kitchen despite Sirius’ offers for help.

Luna gave a wide yawn with her head propped on one hand and turned to Sirius the moment Remus turned the sink on. “Do you give Remus kisses?”

It took all of Sirius’ self-control not to accidentally spew water all over the literal child sitting across from him. Instead, he coughed and spluttered into his napkin while the alarms in his brain began to blare. Remus showed no sign of hearing their conversation while he rinsed out the large pasta pot. “What?”

“I’d like it if you did,” Luna continued with nothing but her usual dreamy expression. “Remus needs friends, and mama says he could use some kisses.”

“I think everyone could use some kisses,” Sirius said evasively. His heart galloped in his chest.

“Hmm. Yeah. How long have you been friends?”

“We’ve known each other a little longer than you’ve been alive, but we’ve only been friends for about two years.”

“That’s a good amount of time.”

“Oh?”

She put her chin in both palms, suddenly looking much older than she was. “I’ve been alive for four whole years. That’s a long time. If you’ve known someone for four whole years, you should give them kisses.”

Sirius stared at her. “That’s quite the philosophy.”

“What’s that?”

“An idea.”

“Why didn’t you just say ‘idea’?”

“I…don’t know.”

She hummed a little under her breath. “Will you color with me?”

“Yes,” he answered as relief coursed through him. He had no clue how she had gone from blunt questions that could turn his whole world upside down to coloring, but he didn’t care. “Yes, I would love to.”

Luna slid off her seat and hopped over to Remus’ desk, then dug around in the drawers and emerged with a few sheets of blank paper and some pens. “I’m bad at outlines. Will you draw them for me?”

“Absolutely.”

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Luna fell asleep halfway through coloring a Kneazle with Remus, which as far as Sirius could understand was just a cat that had its face squished. But it made her happy, and he would draw a million squishy cats to keep her questions about Remus to a minimum.

As soon as Remus finished tucking her in beneath a heavy blanket on the couch, he turned and crushed his lips against Sirius’ like a man dying for air. The kiss lasted long enough that Sirius was staring to get lightheaded before finding himself the (quite enthusiastic) recipient of a rib-crushing hug. They held each other for a few minutes, silent and swaying, before Remus let him go with a final kiss and they began to clean up the mess.

True to her word, Pandora returned just before ten pm with a blond man at her side and a big hug for her daughter. “Goodnight, Luna,” Remus whispered. They received a sleepy wave in response and then, finally, they were alone. “You are the best person ever.”

Sirius wound his arms around Remus’ waist and melted a little when strong hands combed through his hair. “Funny, I could say the same thing about you.”

“I didn’t know you could draw.”

He shrugged one shoulder. “I can doodle. It’s nothing fancy.”

“You drew imaginary monsters based on descriptions from a four-year-old.” Remus cupped his cheek and rested their foreheads together. “You’re amazing.”

“This was a pretty awesome date,” he mumbled, closing his eyes to bask in their little bubble.

“We should do it again sometime. Preferably without the child, though.”

Sirius’ smile came all the way from his heart as he buried his face in the slope of Remus’ neck. “As long as I get to be with you, I’m happy.”

It was the closest thing to ‘I love you’ he could bring himself to admit, but for now, it would have to do.