#i know the different suits for different alters is not everyone's favorite

[readingrynbow]

a little httyd & rtte rant:

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ok watching race to the edge for the 1 millionth time and i’m doing some thinking.

first of all:

this is still one of my favorite shows ever and it’s an underrated masterpiece—every story beat is so well crafted.

if you watched the httyd movies and asked yourself: ok, how did we get here? what happened in those 5 years? why are hiccup and astrid suddenly in a long-term relationship, who are gobber and stoic’s dragons, why is berk so different, why does he have a flaming sword and flight suit?

well—they made a show abt all of that.

secondly:

i like the way the main cast is portrayed in this show WAY more than in the movies.

i just did a marathon of the movies and toothless and hiccup are really the only two to have ample screen time—i get it, they’re the main characters that’s the point—but the beauty of rtte is that with six seasons they are able to feature everyone equally and do.

i love the relationship development between hiccup and astrid too ofc!!!!

the twins, snotlout, and fishlegs are fully fleshed out characters and i’m reveling in it. they all have such great chemistry with each other and it’s so fun to watch.

thirdly:

i think the villains in rtte are farrr more compelling than the movie villains.

vigo is one of the best tv villains ever imo and the twists and turns the show takes when he is in power is so entertaining and engaging (he's literally a cockroach and won't leave/die). i love and hate him and you never know if you can trust him or not!!!! GAH THIS SHOW IS SO GOOD

lastly:

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holyyyy shit why isn’t heather in the movies?? her and dagur making a cameo would’ve astronomically altered my brain chemistry—mae whitman deserved to be in the movies. heather as a character is so interesting--as well as her and dagurs’s relationship (what a redemption arc holy shit). their character development is impeccable. + fishlegs and heather are so made for each other that deserved to have made it into at LEAST one movie (and let's be real her and astrid def were a thing at one point).

closing remarks:

WATCH THIS SHOW WATCH THIS SHOW!!!!!

tuff and ruff are slowly becoming my favorites tbh

i miss this show!! watching it as it came out was so fun.

hiccup and astrid have my heart

david tennent you are everywhere

[madhatterbri]

The Devil Wears Prada | C.B.

Summary: Reader catches the eye of the devil himself.

"Avoid the devil himself tonight, and you'll survive the upper Eastside," the woman altering your dress advised. You had just finished telling her how excited you were to be visiting your cousin, Nate. You two were so close until you moved to Miami.

"Devil? Who is the devil?" You asked while staring at your reflection in the mirror. The woman did wonders on your dress. You couldn't wait to attend the Heaven and Hell ball.

"Carter Baizen, dear, if he sticks his claws in you, it is all over," she warned.

📃

"I still can't believe you are here," Nathaniel Archibald smiled, walking around the different guests with you. Your arm linked with his as the two of you made your way towards his friends. "Last time we hung out this long, we played with my car set,"

You smiled and chuckled. "I know. This is all still so unreal. I'm glad our moms finally made up,"

Your eyes scanned the room and stopped at a boy staring at you. He wore a Prada suit. A black devil mask covered his appearance from the nose up. Despite you catching him looking at you, he never looked away.

"Hey Nate, who is," You turned your head and stopped when your cousin was gone. He must have seen Blair with some other man. Your poor cousin was still so in love with her. You turned your attention back to the bar, but now the mysterious man stood next to you.

"Care for a dance?" The man asked and opened his hand to her. He bowed, waiting for you to answer him. A blush flushed your cheeks. The last thing you were expecting was an offer for a dance. The man was definitely your type. Well dressed, handsome, and confident you couldn't possibly say no.

Wordlessly, you slipped your hand in his. He looks up at you with a devilish smile. His face moves closer to your hand and kisses the top of it. Your stomach feels as if a thousand butterflies have been released in there.

He never let's go of your hand. His fingers laced with yours as he led you to the dance floor. You look at all the other dancers. A sea of angels dancing with devils. The scene was so elegant. Miami never had parties like this.

The mystery man spun you around before wrapping an arm around your waist. You placed an arm on his shoulder. Your fingers glided over his neck. He shivered at your soft touch. His other hand held yours.

You followed his lead, never quite being a fan of ballroom dancing. In Miami, you were more known in the club scene. Those people didn't care what you looked like or what you did. They just wanted to unwind. The mystery man spins you around. On your way back to face him, he moves his lips close to your ear.

"I know everyone in the Upper East Side. How have I never seen you before?" He asked.

"I moved away when I was young. I've lived in Miami ever since," you answered.

"Archibald's cousin then? I remember hearing about you," he said.

"Yeah, are you friends with my cousin?"

He smirked. "Something like that,"

The music continued to play. Your cousin and his friends are a distant memory to you. He was different from your regular scene, but this man made it fun. He joked with you a couple of times. His eyes filled with glee every time you laughed. After a few songs, he spoke to you again.

"You want to go somewhere quieter? They have stairs to a balcony," he asked.

"Lead the way," you answered. As much as he was great, hearing the same classical notes was starting to bore you.

He laced your fingers in his and led you away from the ball. The classical music sounded quieter the higher you made it up the stairs. He held the door open for you once you arrived.

"Oh, wow," you gasped in amazement. The city lights lit up the night sky. Illuminated skyscrapers were your favorite part. They looked like they cast a beam of light to Heaven. "How did you know about this place?"

"My dad owns the building," he shrugged like it was no big deal.

You walked to the glass fence and smiled. Your eyes filled with amazement. Carter stood behind you. His hands rubbed your waist as you looked on. There was no way you could ever go back to Miami now.

"How long are you here for?" Carter asked and rested his head on yours.

"Another week. My aunt has offered for me to stay with her and Nate, but I'm not sure,"

"I think you should stay," he spoke and moved his head from yours. He took a step back to admire you.

You raised an eyebrow and turned your head. "Why?"

"So I can do this any time I want," he whispered and kissed your lips. You placed your hands on his neck. Back home, you would have never kissed a man you didn't know. New York was definitely different than Miami. Your phone buzzed in your purse.

"It's probably Nate. I have to go," you sighed. "It was nice meeting you...."

"Carter,"

The woman's warning played in your head, yet you ignored it. "See you around, Carter,"

Spotted: Golden Boy's little cousin meeting the real-life devil. Careful, Y/N, or you might get burned.

[incorrectbatfam]

Do you have any WIPs? If so can we get the batfam as those?

i can't tell if these are good ideas

Dick: Teen Beach Movie AU where Birdflash get transported into a 1960s musical and accidentally alter the plot, so they have to race against the clock to 1) get the movie's couple back together and 2) find a way back to the real world

Jason: college AU where seniors Jason, Roy, Kory, and Kyle go on a road trip for their final spring break and check off everything on their childhood bucket lists while facing the reality of what's gonna happen after they graduate

Tim: another college AU where someone gives Kon a fake number at a bar that turns out to be Tim's and they strike up a deal where they keep each other company over text on the condition that they don't reveal their identities; at the same time, they are long-standing art school rivals who got paired together for their final project

Damian: family-friendly whodunit mystery where Selina's engagement ring goes missing at a party, so Damian and Jon take it upon themselves to interrogate everyone and uncover the culprit, who turns out to be closer than they think

Duke: multiverse AU set during We Are Robin where the Robins of different continuities converge in Duke's Gotham, and they have to work together to get past their stark personality contrasts in order to defeat a common enemy

Cullen: side story where, against his sister's wishes and behind her back, Cullen suits up with his own vigilante persona and pursues a smuggling case operating out of his favorite DVD store that takes him beyond his comfort zone of the Gotham city limits

Stephanie: lawyer AU where Steph is the newest recruit at a law firm and her first case is a seemingly straightforward lawsuit until she finds bizarre evidence, unknowingly makes enemies, and wonders if she's fighting for the right side at all

Cassandra: one-room thriller where Cass takes the Gotham subways late at night and winds up at a station that she's never heard of with no exit, no cell service, and something lurking inside the tunnels

Barbara: chat log/computer programming–style story where Babs antagonizes the wrong person online and places a target on the backs of herself and everyone she loves, so she must outmaneuver the anonymous user before they can make good on their threat

Harper: canon-divergent fic where Harper discovers an underground fight ring run by washed-up and wannabe Gotham vigilantes who offer to help train her skills in ways the batfamily can't, but when she takes the offer, she starts to question what is the cost of reaching her potential

Carrie: soft fantasy AU where Carrie and her fellow Girl Scouts discover a baby mythological creature in the woods without its family around, so they work together to figure out how to take care of it without tipping off their troop leaders

Kate: classic batfam mission where Kate and Bruce make a bet to see who can solve their latest case first, but she realizes that their friendly rivalry might be the exact thing putting them in jeopardy

Alfred: Marvel crossover where he and Peggy Carter come out of retirement to track down an international art thief, only to uncover a more sinister plot involving their past allies

Selina: Midnight Library-ish concept where Selina gets an opportunity to explore all the what-ifs of her life and undo her past regrets, but the difficult decision is whether or not she wants to make those changes permanent

Bruce: Turner and Hooch AU in the early Batman days where Bruce takes in a stray dog off the streets because it's an integral piece to his latest mission, but Alfred's out of town and Bruce doesn't know the first thing about caring for a living creature, let alone one as uncooperative as an untrained Ace

[miasiegert]

Hi Cats Tumblr People,

So I heard you like pics.

Please bear with me (AND TEACH ME) how Tumblr works/if I'm doing it wrong! I'm literally the "How do you do, fellow young people?" meme. Our Etsy is linked (unless I messed that up!) Right now it's bare (LOT of work and VERY old photos in the banner) but we'll be posting some cossies soon that are ready to retire. Some of our prices sadly will have to rise (we undercharge honestly for the amount of time put into them... we just LOVE making them). Anyway...

These are our original designs. We have taken inspiration from different productions, from the US tour to Gothenburg to Australia to Japan, less UK because it gets the most attention and we like COLOR! but this is all us. Our goal is to a) have characters be recognizable and b) make swing unitards in palates that could pass as at least 3 characters for emergency. When our rentals go out, swing unitards go with them, and ultimately it's the director who decides what makes the final cut (so a less yellow Demeter for example--but we LOVE that one).

If we ever do a production of Cats with Chaz, you'll notice one in Red, White, and some Black (but mostly Red and White, with fan ears, that is a design David created and is Chaz's FAVORITE design of all time. Any time he does a show, if we're hired, that costume goes. Usually Electra, but any ensemble/swing kitty and can cover for Sillabub or in a pinch Bombalurina. Yuka wore it at Interlakes before she did Victoria on the last US Tour! You might notice an Admetus in tans and GREEN undertones--that was my design he loved. We also did the purple twins (which was vetoed and I said, "Okay" then did it anyway because I knew he'd love it, which he did!), and REBA Gumbie Tap Suit was completely mine (everyone thought I was out of my MIND when I started making it! Even David! Then the shoulder pads came, and the belt, and tail, and BEDAZZLING!!! SO MANY RHINESTONES!!!!) Our Misto coat lights up but we still have a lot to learn about arduino since we'd eventually like to make it blink to music. The Misto coat is also created to fit a multitude of sizes, basically the theatre using their department for alterations since we make use of stretch fabric. I've known Bronson for almost as long as Chaz (he even designed my author website!!!) so when I saw him cast, I showed him his costume (a much, much browner/redder Gus than most see--I was serious about liking color) and let him choose between two coats. He said he wanted pants and we went, "NO! PANTLESS PRODUCTION!" because we thought he was joking! We didn't realize... HE REALLY WANTED PANTS!!!! SORRY BRONSON! So shout out to Wichita for making him pants! LOL!

There is a HUGE joke about Tumble thirsting for Tugger more than the girls so you'll notice that with the Tugger ABOUUUOUOUOUOUOUOUUUUUUUUUT THAT.

Hope that's of interest! And no, I'm not procrastinating on edits when my agent deadline is Sunday. Haha... ha... ha... ha... ha... Sera, if you're reading this I PROMISE I'M WORKING OKAY??? I DIDN'T KNOW WE GOT ON BROADWAYWORLD!!!

We also saw some comments about casting in general and some confusion/questions about different dancers doing different parts (Alonzo vs Plato). Would anyone be interested in learning more about the casting process in general and things that directors/choreographers need to take into consideration? Please note, I will not discuss ANY performers we work with. Ever. All are extraordinary and these are tough calls that aren't easy to make and based on other factors, including the ensemble at large, and sometimes huge changes are made.

[heliads]

A short reader with the Avengers loves to wrap himself in a blanket like a cocoon or a burrito and lie all over the compound despite her young age but everyone calls her old, a kind of fluff And if I am allowed to add some details, it is often like she’s a sun ball in the compound, but in the needy moment, her character changes to firmness and horror, as if she is another person, like a cinnamon roll that may kill you.

me when i am a cinnamon roll that also kills

masterlist

You feel like doing absolutely nothing at all. It is the most wonderful feeling at all for a teenager, a student, someone born for greatness but forced to take exams. There is also the side detail that you happen to be an Avenger, which also severely multiplies your exhaustion after each and every mission. 

That being said, the whole Avenging business tends to be pretty fun. You get a special uniform, something that always makes a girl feel important, and you get to save the world at least once a week. Maybe you’ll never have a normal life again, but let’s be real, who’d want normalcy if they could have all this?

See, you say ‘all this’ like you’re really taking advantage of all the countless resources being an Avenger has to offer, but in truth you suppose you’d say that your favorite part of this sort of life is what happens behind the scenes. Anyone can talk about the missions, the technology, the danger, but what you love most is what no one outside of the Avengers or S.H.I.E.L.D. knows about.

What happens in the Tower is best of all. That’s when the alter egos are finally dropped, when masks are taken off and weapons tossed aside. After all, where else could you see Black Widow and Thor, God of Thunder locked into the most intense game of table tennis you’ve ever seen in your life? And has anyone in the world ever seen what happens on Avengers game nights?

No, the team dynamics are superior beyond anything else. Seeing as you’re still in school, the other Avengers have offered numerous times for you to spend the hours that aren’t on missions or in training back at your home, but you have to say that you’d choose this every time. For one thing, your family just doesn’t understand what it’s like to live in this sort of world.

For another, you happen to like this quite a bit. That’s why you head directly to the Avengers Tower every day after the final bell rings. You can’t say that your friends from class don’t get it, either. If they could, anyone would gladly trade their normal lives for the thrill of being an Avenger. You just happen to be lucky enough to do it for real.

Of course, not many people would count your life as lucky. You happened to be born as something different than human, something odd, something uncanny. You started manifesting signs of unnatural abilities around the time you entered high school. If freshman year wasn’t stressful enough as is, trying to navigate the fact that you suddenly had inhuman abilities was definitely the icing on the cake.

The nice thing is that S.H.I.E.L.D. found you out pretty quickly. You were doing your best to control your newfound abilities, but the first few times that your powers showed themselves ended up more bad than good. That’s when they stepped in to lend a helping hand, and also see if you’d be interested in joining the whole Avenging business.

Although your powers have certainly seemed like a burden at times, you do have to admit that they’re pretty cool. Quite literally, as it turns out– you have the ability to create snow and ice out of nothing. You can spin webs of frost from your fingertips, shoot daggers of ice as sharp as a blade across a room, and conjure up snowstorms so thick that even Tony’s Iron Man suit can’t see through it.

Needless to say, joining the Avengers and finally having access to training facilities where you could test the limits of your powers was one of the best things that could have happened to you. At last, you had a grip on what you could do and couldn’t. Being able to use those abilities to save the world doesn’t hurt, either.

Now, you hang around the Avengers complex all the time, do your best to bother the others, and generally have a good time. Missions come fairly frequently, as the world seems to try its hardest to mess up whenever possible, but it doesn’t stress you out all that much. You have no doubt that’s because the other Avengers try to shelter you as much as they can, but they’ve been letting you into more and more secrets as you get older.

Right now, though, you’re not all that concerned with trying to figure out what they’re keeping from you. Most of the time, it’s just bureaucratic nonsense, and you could do without that anyway. If they want to distance you from the red tape and meaningless jumble of rules that no one follows, good for them. You’re perfectly fine just cruising through whatever troubles life tries to throw your way.

At the moment, you’re draped across a couch in the central living area of the Avengers facility. The latest round of exams just ended in school, thank everything, but now you’re completely wiped out from the struggles of trying to self teach far too much content in far too short a period of time. You might spend your free time taking out aliens and other superpowered individuals, but a terrible math test can still beat you up like nothing else.

The door opens across the room, and seconds later you’re greeted with the sight of Tony Stark, hands still stained from grease as he checks in from another long session spent in the lab.

He raises an eyebrow when he sees you. “Sure you’ve got enough blankets, Y/N? I think you could still add another layer or twelve.”

You glance back towards yourself and chuckle. You’ve snatched quilts from every sofa within a three room radius and piled them up around you in a veritable fortress of warmth. “Sue me, Tony. I’m freezing all the time. Downsides of ice powers and all that.”

Tony grins. “You know, I think my grandmother does the exact same thing, she turns up the thermostat to the inferno setting and everything. Are you sure you’re cold because of your powers and not your old age catching up to you?”

You make a face at him, but you can’t even pretend to be mad for long. “Maybe it’s the stress of looking so good for my age.”

It’s a long running joke between you and the other Avengers. You’re the youngest Avenger here, even including Peter Parker, your favorite resident Spider-Man. You might only be a month or two younger than Peter, but you definitely hold it over than him every chance you get. Regardless, the other members of the team like to kid about how you’re so much older than them just to make a point. Decades you have on them, centuries, and they won’t stop extolling your extremely long lifetime. The joke has yet to get old, and so do you.

You happen to think it’s very funny, and so do the rest of the Avengers. That’s why Tony just laughs and reminds you to use your retirement fund to get some tea or hot chocolate if you’re still cold before he heads back to the lab.

You’re still grinning after he leaves. You like this life more than anything, even if it happens to come with a side of danger. This consequence makes itself apparent about half an hour later when your phone goes off, the text from Maria Hill announcing an emergency mission briefing happening as soon as you can get over.

You groan and allow yourself one last precious moment of rest before throwing off the blankets with a flourish. You’re in a good mood again by the time you make it over to the briefing room, already excited at the thought of a chance to beat up some bad guys. You might be the only one with a smile on their face, too; all of the other Avengers show signs of frustration at being dragged from their normal daily activities by the summons.

That’s just how it usually is around here, you suppose. You stay sunny whenever possible, you do your missions, you get into trouble and get out of it just as quickly. This life is a carnival ride, you just have to learn how to stop getting sick from the flashing lights and spinning.

Maria Hill keeps her briefings short and sweet. S.H.I.E.L.D. has been monitoring some ex-HYDRA arms dealers located near the city for a while now. They just popped up on the Avengers radar today, turns out they managed to get their hands on some alien tech. Protocol states that this requires an immediate mission to repossess the alien goods, especially from HYDRA agents.

Therefore, the team will be heading out in a matter of hours. A simple plan for entry and seizure is drawn up, everyone memorizes their roles, and then you’re suiting up and getting ready to go. You’ll be entering with Nat, Steve, and Clint, targeting the weapons while Thor and Tony go after the agents. 

The ex-HYDRA goons are located in a rusting facility left over from an ancient metalworking factory setup some decades ago. You enter through the back with your team, the sound of the combat team’s firefight serving as a distraction. Most of the arms dealers are headed towards the conflict, but a few agents still linger by the weapons as guards. Your subteam takes them out without too much trouble.

Steve directs everyone to start grabbing the alien tech, taking care to handle it as little as possible. When you’re about halfway through the boxes, though, a slight issue makes itself known. Turns out the HYDRA arms dealers caught onto your plan, and about half of their staff has now slipped away from the fight with Tony and Thor to get the rest of you to leave.

Their numbers are more than anyone expected, either. You turn around slowly, watching scores of enemy agents file into the room. Their weapons are raised and aimed directly at you.

Quietly, you speak to your team. They haven’t seen the arms dealers enter the room, too focused on trying to get the alien tech packaged away for easy removal. “Guys, I think we’re in trouble.”

They realize the situation at last. Nat curses under her breath. “Call for backup,” she says.

Steve shakes his head. “Won’t get here in time. Tony and Thor are still stuck with the other half of the attack.”

Clint groans, reaching for his bow. “This is going to take some time.”

“Not necessarily,” you say sweetly, “Step back, will you? I’d like some room to work.”

Clint looks at you questioningly, but does as told. You eye the advancing waves of enemy agents, then do the one thing no one ever, ever wants to see when they’re trying to kill an inhuman:  you smile.

You can see the fear flicker across the faces of the arms dealers, but by the time they realize that attacking you probably isn’t the best idea, it’s too late. You spread your hands, focusing on each and every enemy agent currently your way, then pull with your powers. When you look up, no one is trying to kill you anymore. No one is even moving, because no one is alive.

Steve’s jaw is currently on the ground as he surveys the damage. You froze the very blood in the veins of the enemy agents. Their useless hearts try to pump solid ice, but fail under pressure. The arms dealers fall in waves like a stone dropped in a pond. Soon enough, they’re all on the ground, and all within the span of about ten seconds.

Natasha nods solemnly, eyes wide. “Alright. That worked very well.”

“Scarily well,” Clint comments.

You smile. This time, it isn’t a threat. “Glad to hear it. Oh, I get to update my record in the S.H.I.E.L.D. files for the quickest time to complete a mission. That’s so great!”

Steve chuckles under his breath. “Still just as sunny as ever. Okay, you heard her. Let’s get going.”

The alien tech is boxed up soon enough, and then you’re headed back with the team, another successful mission in the books. Although the other Avengers were shocked at what you did at first, they know you, and that means they’ll trust you with their lives for far longer than just today. As you look around at your gathered friends, you know one thing for certain. This sort of life is going to be the best for as long as you’ll have it.

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[bretthandsbabe]

I won’t be afraid (stand by me)

Maybe they were meant to be.

Platonic Regan/Brett (inside job)

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She wanted someone to look at her like a normal person. Not a freak, not a monster, just a person with emotions.

They both had emotions, even if they were different. She spent her day altering the government and practically running the world for fucks sake. Him on the other hand, well he tried. He ran errands and became the office therapist, but he also brought Regan a coffee.

Why did this gesture matter so much to her? She didn’t know. Maybe it was the fact that it was her favorite blend, or the fact that he wrote a heart next to her name, or simply the fact that he brought her coffee which no one but her robots had ever done for her.

At first Regan pushed away from Brett, thinking he was in love, he was of course, just not in the way she thought.

Regan was never one for soulmates, never really one for love either. So when Brett started getting closer it scared her, she didn’t want to ruin the closest thing to a friendship she had.

Brett and Regan were made for each other, not romantically of course, but as confidants, as friends. Neither of them was well suited to the world alone but together they did okay, Brett could talk to people and Regan could make sure it ended up okay.

At the end of it all, when anyone else would have left, he stayed. He stayed at Regans side. Regan on the other hand ran off with Statler but when it came down to it she knew she couldn’t lead that life. Brett from miles away stopped her from pulling the trigger. He didn’t know it but Regan knew.

Years and years after everything had settled and cognito was running smoothly again, Brett Hand died. Everyone thought it was fake of course, Everyone thought it was fake up until they saw Regan cry. No one had ever seen her cry, well the only person that had was gone. And now there was no one to keep her from pulling the trigger.

Regan Ridley mysteriously vanished though there is someone who looks suspiciously like her who’s been an up and coming news anchor.

Gigi took over running the company and though everything was running smoothly Cognito.inc was never the same.

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[marthafanaamay]

Three-Part Sapphic Amiter Fanart

They are finally done! About a week ago, I started making three fanart pics that went together to tell a short story about Amity's feelings towards Huntress before Amity knew Huntress was a girl. It took forever to draw and color and life got in the way but here they are!

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Amity has finally accepted that her feelings towards our favorite Bad-But-Sad girl are romantic but Huntress has not come out as trans yet. So, Amity goes to her good friend, Luz, to discuss how confused she is that she is a lesbian but is in love with a boy. Luz tries to help her work through these feelings, suggesting she may be demiromantic. Luz also talks about how she came to realize that she was not straight but bisexual and how Amity might be that way too. Amity explains that she doesn't feel like those are the answers. She explains how she feels like there is a piece to this puzzle she is missing. Luz comforts Amity saying that they will figure it out together. The overall idea of this scene is that Amity can kinda sense Huntress' inner girl which is why the romantic feelings begin before Huntress comes out, but Amity hasn't put the pieces together yet. The Amiter ship is my OTP now, but we respect Amity's lesbian identity on this channel (homophobes dni). To make things clear, she is not averse to the idea of being a Bisexual and/or Biromantic (biphobes dni), but she understands herself and knows that she is not attracted to any type of masculinity. She's a lesbian 100%. She is certain there is something she is missing, like the answer is on the tip of her tongue. Also, this isn't meant to imply she is transphobic for not thinking of that answer. It's more like that phenomenon where the simpler the answer is, the harder it is to recall and when it is finally voiced out loud you have that giant "oh my god I'm so stupid" thought. Kinda like how people will search for their phone for a whole day only to have a friend point out that it has been in their pocket the whole time. Lol. Meanwhile, our adorable Bad-But-Sad girl is in another part of the house, making a PowerPoint presentation...

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Huntress is emboldened by her sister, Luz, coming out as bi to her mom. Seeing Luz, Willow (Luz's girlfriend), and Camila all hug each other while seeing Gus run around with pride flags all over gave her the confidence she needed to come out as well. She alters her deadname to suit her true self (her line of thinking is like how waiter and waitress and actor and actress exist so it makes perfect sense to switch from Hunter to Huntress so she can keep "Hun" in her name because she loves the nickname "Hun" and "honey") and borrows the laptop so she can make her own presentation.

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Hugs!!! Everyone is happy and accepting of Huntress and the whole house is filled with acceptance and love. Both Amity and Luz have their "omg we are so stupid for not figuring that out sooner lol" and then break off into different lines of thinking. Luz is all "omg I have TWO sisters let's fricking gooooo" meanwhile Amity's like "oh my Titan she is so pretty in that skirt I can't handle it ajdvfufuebsksjcusyiahgs". Amity being a hopeless gay brings me joy because nothing is more wholesome than being hopelessly in love with your significant other.

[sarahhillips]

This Just In, We’re Back to Libertys Kids While Higher Than Ben Franklins Kite

New York New York

Gotta be one of my favorites because of how smooth that guy was

Why isn’t this the national anthem? I want someone singing this before every football game

American history but make it so sugarcoated that everyone gets diabetes

Mom I like your friends house

Black Dick, your telescope sir

James that collar looks great, stop whining and be the queen you are

James is like fuck she’s conservative af too

Omg that cute yankee soldiers looking at me ☺️

I’m just gonna get out if this march to try an get some

James should have started cackling after her ‘I’m English’ comment. It would make Udneys comeback way smoother.

“I give you my strong arm for your protection” “BRO WTF GET BACK IN LINE”

Almost got it Udney.

“Can I come?” “NO”

Strategy is important

“This is a PAID internship” “Ok hell ya”

“What do they know about running a country?” Mrs. Radcliffe spitting facts.

Whot are you doin in ma swamp?

They really let Henri get snatched like that 

“Because they can’t fly” Damn

“General Howe is welcome to him” DAMN

Henri wtf

Henri blew up the Sept, not Cersei

“I found Ugly and he told me what happened.”

Welp, the British have New York

Black Dick took Manhatten.

One Life To Lose

Ah yes, this was when they saw a nice man get hanged for creepin’

I feel like the sound of his neck snapping and the sight of his limp body would make Sarah faint if they were ballsy enough to include that

Wow these dudes were fat

And the proof is in the pudding

Oy the drunkin sailor be back

Sarah is so bored

The Brits are stealing American men

The old man was like “Get tf out of here”

Nathan cuts in so randomly it does not feel natural.

She did the full curtsy for him

Mr. Hale so hot he’s got all the girls curtsying.

Nathan, why are you telling them all this?

Sarah is totally flirting with him.

So wait, Admiral Howe and General Howe are different people

God damn it how did I not know this

They’re spying on a spy. The irony

Nathan WTF

Don’t tell me this is actually how he got caught is it

There come these three stooges

I think James has been kidnapped way more than Sarah could ever be despite her damsel in distress demeanor

Nathan is ballsy af

James said I’m staying

Sarah said I’m gonna hitchhike.

Here it comes ya’ll

“He’s actually quite gracious and cultured when you get to know him.” Ok Jane Austin.

And now they’re Hillips shippers

“So, when is the big day?” And then it transitions to them years later at the alter, Sarah wearing a nice green dress with gold butterflies and a veil and James in a nice blue suit with a hat, and you hear the priest say ‘I pronounce thee Man and Wife.’

“Anyways, Nathan’s hangin out with the redcoats today.”

These men are so burning in hell for how they treated these people

They wouldn’t even draw in a noose

The sight of Nathan at the gallows causing Sarah to cling to James’ arm tho

Alright James time to write this article

Captain Molly

Ok but an episode where Henri accidentally joins a mafia

THE JAM STAYS

Ben be going on another cruise

Sarah’s insulted Washington won’t let her come

And here comes Molly

Henri giving off autistic vibes here

Rosemary, that is French silk you crotch goblin

Damn Molly

“Sarah, she’s English!”

“I don’t ask permission to do nothin’!” Sarah, let those words inspire your character.

Dad Moses mode activated

James got passionate there

You can forget about those eight to ten kids Molly

Well Sarah now you’re seeing a lil bit about why King George is evil

They brought in tHe bagpipes for their funerals.

I’m surprised the redcoats didn’t hold all those women and children hostage.

James is so happy Sarah’s alive

Molly was another woman school didn’t teach me about.

American Crisis

Henri has a soldiers spirit

Moses you’re too calm about Henri running away

Traveling by ship must have been mentally trying for everyone.

These dudes are not ok

Henri 😭

When a little French boy smelling of onions sneaks into your camp in a barrel.

Thomas Paine is back 🩷

Writers block is a bitch

Do you think Paine would like the movie Soul

“We’re walking to Philadelphia.”

Omg Moses no

A printing press is large enough to bone on. Just saying.

Tom said “I will beat yo ass in with this log.”

Imagine putting all those letters together by hand

“Hold your breeches”

[emmybeearts]

Day 23: Ship

It's a known fact that we are far from the first humans on Atria. Before the Cohab Institute, the rift was wild and uncontrolled and could open anywhere at any time. Just as many things were accidentally pulled into it as came out. Of course, once early explorers began mapping the rift, and finding patterns as to where you might end up, the temptation to visit an alien planet grew for just about everyone. Sadly, this included the likes of smugglers, and poachers too. 

Today we came across an old smugglers outpost. Everything here is distinctly human. Too small to be used by the Kyurall. Not to mention the distinct ‘ramshackle human hideout’ aesthetic. Wildlife had almost completely reclaimed the place, but the remnants of old buildings still stood, as did the waste left behind. 

Amongst the stray scrap metal roofing and recycled parts of an old transport ship, we stumbled across a stash of old fuel barrels. The metal was rusted and cracked in places but, surprisingly, the fuel was still good. I decided it might be a good idea to try and fire up what looked to be an old generator made out of a scrap rocket engine. Lily seriously needed a bigger energy fix than what their measly solar patches and what my equiptment’s batteries could provide. Not to mention I would be able to charge up my data pad again and actually know the names of a few of the animals we come across for the first time in weeks. 

As I went to move one of these barrels, however, I noticed that over a dozen beetle-like crab-bugs were dancing on the surface of this fuel like water striders. These Shuttlebugs were about the size of my hand and their colors were primarily white with metallic golden accents, reminiscent of the Christmas beetle. Four of the beetle’s eight tarsi had hypertrophied into light, robust disks that increased the surface area of its setae, letting it float on the liquid fuel with ease. What I wasn’t expecting was that It was so buoyant, that it was able to support multiple passengers.

Anywhere from three to six smaller beetles clung to the abdomen of the larger Shuttlebug. They’re labeled in the database as Aerozinnia. Some were white or silver but most of them were completely gold in color and all had false heads on the end of their abdomen. They were also half the size of the first beetle but easily more than twice the weight. Peering deeper into the barrel, I noticed the Aerozinnia would occasionally dip their true heads into the fuel. I was curious as to why at first but as I continued observing the groups, the answers became shockingly clear. 

The Aerozinnia dunked their heads because they were consuming the rocket fuel. Somehow, these unassuming crab-bugs have the ability to break down and metabolize the artificial energy source. However, this hyper-specialized adaptation seemed to have altered their digestive system and made them too dense to float. If they attempted to get to the liquid fuel, deep in these barrels themselves, they would tragically drown in their favorite food. Fortunately, it seems the breaking down of this artificial food source generates a form of honeydew that plenty of other animals are perfectly suited to consume. 

That's where the Shuttlebugs come in. They have no interest in the fuel but can possess the ability to float on its surface and also survive in its fumes. They act as tiny transports, carrying smaller passengers into the fuel to eat. In return, they get paid in honeydew. The Aerozinnia even get a free cleaning service from the bigger beetle. 

Despite how fascinating this symbiotic relationship is between these two unrelated crab-bugs, the implications behind it create a far bigger mystery. Such a process of breaking down synthetic fuels, something that is lethal to most animals that consume it, would have taken millions of years to evolve. This relationship between two different species would have taken just as long, if not longer. It's impossible for human fuel to be the cause of this mutation, our species is barely over 4 million years old, not to mention we only just discovered advanced forms of rocketry a few hundred years ago. 

It's possible this has something to do with that cavernous computer system we found ourselves in. Energy was pulsing through the entire cavern so something must have been powering it, right? I know it's an old construct, but now I’m desperate to know just how old it could actually be while still being, in some form, functional. I need to know more about these precursors but unfortunately, it seems the only one who knows anything about them is that Kyurall cultist who I can not bring myself to go back to. It seems every time Atria gives me a glimpse into its past and its potential, I only get more questions than answers.

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[beds-divans]

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[ladythornofrivia]

👹 Match Made In Hell 👹 || Aemond x Reader (My Demon AU) (Part Two)

Next Chapter

🍒summary: reader, who has now made pact with the devil, must face the difficulties by the likes of her surroundings, and Aemond, who took pleasure on tormenting her, even divulge his dirty thoughts.

🍒 warning: enemies to lovers, Dark!Aemond, violence, blood, misogyny, mentions of cheating, Aemond is a demon in a fic, he’s a d*ckhead, but charming, reader is a b*tch, spoiled brat, smut, action sequences, oral sex, rough sex, public sex, hotel sex, hate sex, contract, blood kink, religion themes, knife play, sexual tension, oral m receiving, oral f receiving, degradation, Aemond in a red suit, money kink, p in v sex, breeding kink, sex in the club, sex in a hospital bed, toxic relationship, fake relationship, possessive Aemond, obsession, jealousy, stalking, blackmail, dom/sub relationship, wet dream, cunnilingus, fingering, squiriting, reader is a virgin, aemond is experienced, moaning, reader and aemond being horny, 69, lotus, sex on the wall, praise kink, creampie, daddy kink. Demon!Aemond has powers, but needs reader to fuel and restore his power. The story from the show will be different in fanfic. Inspired by K-Drama “My Demon”.

a/n: this series is inspired by k-drama, and it’ll deviates from the canon, but still had the same atmosphere as the netflix version.

Chapter Two: Just the Two of Us—On Hellish Earth!

"We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell."

- Oscar Wilde

~~~

“That’s a good girl,” Aemond purred, his breath tickled the side of your face. “If you keep behaving, I won’t proclaim dirty thoughts aloud. Show me that you’re a good, sweet girl, and I will do as I promise. I will be on my knees, if you want me to.”

In your family, everyone knows you’re a good daughter, a goodly woman. Thus the surname upholds the reputation.

Saint.

Oh yes, the future heiress and family obtained a peculiar surname, but worldwide acknowledgement on the word. Saint—a person with good values and virtue who goes to heaven after death—typically an easy description in a biblical context.

It all started with your great-great-great-great-grandfather, who was a founding member of the aristocratic society and the narcissistic psychopath decided to alter his surname to Saint, and thus, you, inherited the surname—living up to a legacy. Ironically, no one life on earth is perfect. Except for you maybe.

But you’re far from being an angelic girl, apart from your innocence—like visage, a perfect image for the company, a perfect image as an heiress, you’re just a person who loves being showered with special treatment.

A future heiress, who is sitting on the hospital bed on a highest floor, motionless and sulking, being lectured by a scolding loud mother and a quiet father who was leaning on the wall due to a lack of chairs inside the hospital room. Despite a lack volume, the tv has set in motion with similar headlines regarding to your “attempted suicide”, and notions of stock prices or profits and promotions of the Aurora company lower as well as your former fiancés’. Needless to say, your mother didn’t pursue the ideology of a sympathetic role.

Staying in bed, your anger hasn’t subsided; Aemond stayed to another side of the room, studying you and your life with a smug etched on his lips. You wished it was a dream, but it’s no dream, at all. Your virginity has been taken—unclean.

Aemond kept his violet eye on you as your body shivered with heat clamoring and pounding over your back head. It was a nightmare—a real one. To think your maidenhood ended up someone who’s a devil but appears as your favorite character—tall, white-haired, a handsome portrayal blessed with pretty privilege.

Oh how you despised him.

Your hand clenched and ache to jabbed your knuckles on his side portrait until the bones drenched in a warm shed of your blood.

“(Y/n), did you hear what I just said,” your mother demanded.

On a side table, your father brought you your favorite takeout and drink. Drink, however is undeniably sweet, yet fizzled with bubbles. You thanked him for you to replenish appetite; your mother paid for the “junky meal”, as your mother preferred to call.

“Yeah,” you said, annoyed, your hand waved dismissively.

Underneath your hospital sheets, the bed stained with your blood—hymen unsealed and stretched—ripped wide open with his monumental girth. The cherry popped out. In between your aching legs, his unforgiving vigor has set your body bruised not alight with pleasure. You don’t intend to fuck anyone unless if it’s serious. And your V-card has been taken to a toll it’ll never have the same experience as the first. Firsts are supposed to be special—as your traditional side of your family taught you. Like a flower, it can’t be repair once damaged under your claws and crumpled to thousand folds.

And Aemond crumpled the flower for you.

“The press has demanded of your comment to the matter,” she said, scowling. “This will cause our stock prices to go low if you don’t do something about it. This scandal must cease to exist. You won’t repeat this unhinged mistake.”

“You did set me up a date with that jerk, right?”

Your mother deadpanned. “It’s good for the company. And you won’t stay young forever.”

You scoffed. “Not every woman has to be involved with pregnancy and being a mother. That’s not our personality trait. Besides, he’s the one who’s been playing around with his father’s money to go after girls with Kardashian look-alike.”

“You’re different, (y/n),” your mother’s tone darkened. “You aren’t meant to be a free girl like those sluts. They’re beyond from God’s salvation.”

“That’s stupid.”

Your mother sighed. “In any case, eat. You haven’t been eating much since yesterday. You worked too hard.”

You crossed your arms, eyeing on Aemond, still smirking at you.

“There’s no reason to be mad at your butler,” your sullen mother cautioned. “I know he’s way older for you to be as your dad.”

Perplexed, veering at the other side of the room, appearing Aemond; no personal butler was in sight. Until realization hit you. You can see Aemond but not to others—another trick from the one-eyed prince—no, a sadistic devil with a sneering grin.

“Apparently, I was in a brink of death because he didn’t fix the wheels on my car,” you seethed with gritted teeth, glowering at him—Aemond.

Your mother sighed again, standing up. “Just eat your food, (y/n), you have a conference to attend to in the next couple of days or so. But if early, brace yourself. The headlines will soon be another battle.”

As soon as she left without a farewell or a hug, your father came by to your bedside.

“Your mother is only worried for you,” your father said, quiet as a mouse, taking your bruised hand to his.

“Worry she won’t have a grandchild or me leaving alone and cold in the world?”

He tucked the long strand behind your ear. “Go get some sleep,” is all he said and kissed above your hairline. “If you need anything, your butler will serve you.”

Eyeing Aemond again, you answered, “Fine, but I don’t think I need anything right now.”

Patting your hand, your father left with a gentle goodbye and slid the door closed.

“Seeing humans sputter with futile accusations and arguments enlightens me,” he purred, giddied.

“You can stop disguising yourself as my butler, Aemond wanna be,” you snapped, though your tone is implied in low volume.

“Seems you’re hanging by a thread, my lady,” he mocked.

Ignoring him, you munched on your favorite meal. It was In-N-Out, Bolognese pasta with a side of soda—Coca-Cola, but your father secretly purchased non-carbonated drinks, to which you desire at this minute. Grabbing a lychee flavored non-carbonated drink and took a swig after an empty stomach the last evening.

When you try to reach for your sweet snacks, the plastic was nowhere to found, only to be in the hands of a devilish handso—no, the devil got your edible possessions and consumed them in delight curiosity, humming.

“You bitch, give me my snacks back,” you seethed.

Munching the Cheetos, he said, “What snack? You have your own food. I barely had any proper meal since my time as a prince.” Then he wretched a little. “Too much salt. How in the Seven Hells do you survive from this…horrid flavor?”

You looked at him in disbelief. “Bitch.” Resuming back to eating another box of crispy chicken caramelized in honey and spicy sauce, teeth crunched and mouth savored in a sweet and delicate spice tingling on your tongue, already forgetting the pain between your legs, from his unforeseen touches of fingers, mouth and long, veiny cock.

Still, you weren’t sure he made a move on you when he’s not interested in you in the first place.

He was using you as his play toy. Of course he’s using me—he’s the Devil!

Work has always been your priority—first and foremost in your life long journey. But the last duty of setting up a date with another CEO’s son was the last straw, hence you like being set in a bitchy mood, fearless and reckless.

Aemond still kept looking at your direction—at the box of crispy chicken. Sighing, you gave up two chicken to him, to which he gladly took and devoured it with slow pacing. Humming, Aemond slurped and clawed his teeth into the fried layer, tugging it until it melts into his delicious—his damnable mouth and swallowed last content.

“Satisfied,” you asked, not looking at him, setting your empty takeout boxes on the side of the small table beside the bed, thudding back down on the pillows. “My grandmother will be here any minute, so whatever you have to say, say it now.”

Aemond’s composure stilled. “My, we’re getting hasty, are we?”

“Why did you disguise yourself as my butler?”

“Because I assume you have feelings for this man,” he said, laced in sarcasm.

“No, I don’t.”

“But your face says otherwise.”

Groaning, your body rotated away from Aemond. “I’m going to sleep.”

When you opened your eyes again, this time Aemond sat beside you, a little too close where you almost couldn’t breathe. You wished everything is a dream.

“I can’t, not while the mark is on your arm.”

“Why did you put this on me?”

Sneering, he replied, “Simple. Because I wanted someone who goes from being pretentious clean to someone who has a secret side of being a not-so obedient and provocativeness of Aurora’s future heiress.”

You stayed silent, gazing at him with furious and anticipation flowing through.

“Oh, I know everything about you, Saint. You’re a dutiful daughter who does everything for her family’s legacy—good student and a girl with style. But at night, you’re no different from your former fiancé. You love to party, and occasionally drink and gambling, and becoming rebellious by being so provocative with your own girlish, slender body. Masturbated—often going to porn website a lot, using your vibrator and fingers, touching yourself a lot. Sometimes you post pictures, wearing thongs and garter belt as an anonymous user on the internet. Oh, what a thrill would be if your parents find out about—”

Face reddened in wrath, your hand held high in sharp and fast motion. “Hold it right there, prince. First of all, you don’t leak someone’s private and personal life. Second, don’t ever fucking go and snoop around when it comes to me. My life is my own. Go find another girl to fuck with, Aemond.”

His tongue clicked. “The mark on your skin is the only way for me to get you know intimately, my sweet,” he purred, his violet eye glinted. “Besides, I think your life is interesting. And by interesting, I mean the most dullish and ironically not a saint as it lives up to your name.”

“Fuck off, Targaryen wanna be.” As when you pulled the blanket over your head, Aemond yanked it back. “The door is over there. My grandmother will be here.”

“I won’t repeat myself, (y/n). Either you accept that you have a devil on your back, or you’ll die in a most painful death in a slow, aggravating way.”

“Ooh, I’m scared.”

Aemond rolled his eye. “She’s lying—your mother.”

Your brow quirked.

“You’re headed to the church with her first thing in the morning to grant an everlasting peace in your…predicament.” He snorted. “But you’re aware of our contract, my little angel.”

A quiver in your tone hid so well, so well in fact that you remained unshakable from speaking to the evil deity. “Even if it is, I’m still going with my—”

His hand seized your throat, fingertips deepened and blunt nails punctured against your voice box. Your hands held in his grasp, all while maintaining eye contact.

“Don’t,” he said, the mischievous glint in his violet eye had bleaken. “You made a deal with me, dear heart.”

Snorted, you managed to find vigor. “I go to church every Sunday. Tomorrow is Sunday; I can’t miss attending the mass.”

He dug his blunt fingernails tighter. “You’re no Saint. You’re just a slut who disguises herself as one. Now listen, and listen well. On a Sunday morning, you must abide here in this room. Until then, you must behave around me. The moment the contract is sealed onto your skin, you are in no relations with your mother; I can easily kill you with a touch of plague, if have to.”

“Fuck you,” you choked.

Aemond’s teeth glistened. “I already did.”

“Why did you fuck me if you hate me that much?”

“Can’t you see, dear heart? I hated you, so I need to find a way to shut that stupid mouth of yours.”

“That’s not what you reacted not long ago!”

“You fucking cunt,” he snarled, gripping twice as hard to a point you barely couldn’t breathe. “I only use your cunt because I hadn’t got satisfaction since my death.”

“That shit again—”

“Take it however you like, but as long as I’m here, you will never have the life you wanted! So,” he inched his face closer, the grip loosened bit by bit, “are you going to be my good little rebel or not?” When you opened your mouth, he added, “Choose the wrong answer, I’ll have you killed on the spot. Even when your breath reeks with godly prayers and preaches with love and loving your enemies. What do you say, (y/n)?”

Your head felt like it was about to implode. “I’ll do it—I’ll stay here.”

“Good girl,” he hummed, releasing you. “That’s a good girl,” Aemond purred, his breath tickled the side of your face. “If you keep behaving, I won’t proclaim dirty thoughts aloud. Show me that you’re a good, sweet girl, and I will do as I promise. I will be on my knees, if you want me to.”

“On one condition,” you said, “you are going to be my bodyguard.”

Aemond is struck with paleness across his sardonic facet. “You’ll do no such thing!”

“Too bad,” you said, grinning, snickering, “You should’ve chose someone who’s more compliant and oblivious. And whatever I say, or where I go, you must follow. Like a good little dragon—sorry, beast, that you are.”

Aemond held his restraints on attacking you.

“Just the two of us—on this hellish earth. We have a deal?”

Aemond proceeded himself in quietude, knowing it gave you an answer.

By the end, the butler never came, and you’re alone with your thoughts and the princely Devil himself.

~~~

On Sunday morning, you stayed in the room, but had your television programmed to Sunday mass. But it didn’t end there, you needed more prayers—attending the church with your parents, providing cash and coins to donate for the poor. Aemond found this to be foolish, but each time.

By the end, your personal butler came with your grandmother with an ivory domed-shaped birthday cake in her hands, decorated with red and blue roses fondant above after taking it out from the silken fancy box.

Aemond stayed himself invisible—he exited the hospital room, announcing he had other duties to attend to. You didn’t bother to ask, sickly and ghastly as you go.

Your grandmother noticed you haven’t ate your cake—your favorite cake—layered with vanilla and white chocolate smooth frosting, and strawberry flavored fondant red roses and tangy blueberry flavor on the fondant blue roses. You can even spot white roses blended and edible yellow flowers.

“You have missed your chance on celebrating your birthday last night,” your grandmother said.

Sighing, fingers massaged your pounding head. “Sorry, it’s been a real nightmare for me.”

“That silly boy will go straight into jail, for one thing. For ditching you on your date is one thing, but to put his hands on the girl’s body is another.”

“How can it be a date when we already know he doesn’t like me for me and likes for the money? I can’t allow to happen; he’s too greedy and sleazy and greasy like a smelly rat.”

Your grandmother tsked, shutting the tv off. “I know you only do it to save the company and your inheritance. I did the same myself, and I’m still ongoing with coordination, but on my terms, not the old tradition from a previous generation.”

“Mom doesn’t understand; she wants me to have a baby. But I hate babies. Babies will ruin my body, my face, my diet and my plans for the future,” you complained.

Her hand landed atop yours, squeezing your palm. “When it comes to love, there’s all sorts of forms. As love we yearned to have, I’d rather have someone stabbed me in the heart to know how your heart can be alive and cut off short in unison. That’s what love is. To feel alive and be numbed by a single knife.”

Biting your bottom lip, your mouth dried with uneasiness. Too many boys have fooled you, but work life has saved you and your time to consent, adrenaline with rage. Of all things, of all people, why Aemond? Why the devil?

“Don’t be sad, sweet girl,” your grandmother said, stroking your cheek with the back of her index finger. “Today’s the day where we make up your birthday last night. I’ll talk to your mom of the situation. In the meantime, the world is your oyster—so taste the flavors of journey while you still can. Leave everything to me.”

The fretfulness descended into oblivion ad your grandmother sang you “Happy Birthday.” and by the time she left, you feel asleep, unaware that Aemond infiltrated, watching you.

~~~

The night before the press conference has gotten you on edge. At the spacious store, everything is vast with expensive brands as you’re heading to the office styled fashion. You ought to wear something extravagant, but your mother insisted on wearing something that screams “victim”. But with a large shadow towering you, you were unsure.

“A little girl playing as an adult, are we?”

You have almost forgotten that Aemond is with you at this current event. Presenting to the public is as important as a runway show.

Shoving back the attire at the hanged section, you ventured to the next. There were some clothes that are cute but uncomfortable, and there are some ugly attire but wearable in breeze and affluence.

As you picked up royal blue attire, you irked with bothersome and placed it back. When you spotted the white aisle, your smile never left and rushed towards the new section in quiet pace, lifting out the right size for your waist and hips.

“Color white doesn’t suit you, little angel,” he taunted. “Do you know what ivory symbolizes? Innocent, naïveté, and virginity. You should insist on wearing the color pink instead, but pink is for little girls, maybe that color suits you. With color pink, it stands for your innocence and your virginity to be taken away—”

You slapped him. “Shut up, the attendants are here!”

“I can go loud if I want to,” Aemond replied. “Perhaps I shall remind you how you scream on top of your lungs, how you whine beneath me in the hosp—”

“Shut up!” you warned in gritted teeth.

“My, my, you’re blushing like an untainted virgin.”

The attendants suddenly shut their mouths the moment you look back.

“Do you know where the fitting room is? I would like to try this on,” you asked the assistant. The assistant pointed the fitting room nearby, one with velvet curtains. As you thanked the assistant, you stepped inside but gasp in horror when Aemond followed you behind.

“Aemond, what the fuck—get out of here!” Your hand found its way to punch and shoved him back but not to avail, leaving him in his amusements.

“I’m your bodyguard,” he reminded, a playful expression materialized.

Trembled with wrath, you finally shoved him back behind the curtains. “Stay out!”

And hearing Aemond chuckled, the notion of smiting him was in order.

Slut, he called you.

Dealing with conference and the devil was harder than what it appears to be. It will take a while for you to be settled on hellish earth with a demon. And thus, the day of press conference has come to a close. Either it will make a mark on your history, or it will fall.

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[mrcspectr]

OH YEAH I CAME IN HERE TO SAY SOMETHING RIGHT. so. i just answered an ask about jake on my blog and had an Idea TM. i'm p sure we've talked about how jake at this point largely doesn't do things for himself unless he can reason it out as something for the system as a whole (i.e. cab business, making money for them). And i had a revelation that he probably did that with his clothes, his hat, his facial hair preferences. Told himself it was to make himself look different enough that ppl wouldn't so immediately recognize him as being the "same person" as Marc and Steven. But when he puts on the hat, and his suit, his gloves, when he really looks like him. Like Jake. It's more affirming and comfortable than anything in the world. Thinking about the first time he picked out his own outfit from Marc and Steven's pieces, trying to turn it into something different, something him. The first time he stole bought his own clothes for himself, getting a suit fitted at a tailor, to his liking . brb c r y i n g

Screaming and flailing my hands at you.

Because yeah. The way he dresses is so distinctly different from Marc and Steven. His dress shirt stays cleanly tucked, buttoned up to the neck. His tie's been tightly knotted by a practiced hand. His pants have been tailored, the jacket perfectly fitted to his exact frame. There's nothing sloppy about the way he looks, it's professional without being overly flashy. It's very personal, very Jake. It's such a contrast to Marc's simplistic, monochrome wardrobe, Steven's goofy patterned shirts.

And then there's facets of it that serve a more specific purpose. The gloves, which symbolically create more of a distance but are also practical: he wouldn't leave fingerprints, not in his car, his own weapons, not even anywhere in that hospital. His collar, pulled up high against his neck, and his hat, pulled low over his face. When he walks, he hangs his head a bit, and the two cast a shadow over his features. It's subtle, but intentional.

He protects himself from being seen, but he's also protecting Marc and Steven from being associated with what he does. Jake's a man that lives in their shadows.

It's a theme that I often relate to whether or not he'll end up getting his own armor. Because if he does, and it ends up being the black and white suit like I hope, it's a cool opportunity to incorporate the theme of shadows and darker undertones into that costume.

[d-targaryenshoe]

Dangerous Game • Samuel García

Word Count: 1122

Summary: Being invited to a party at your ex fling his house never ends different.

"Wait, you're telling me I left Lu and Nadia in New York for a fucking stupid towel party!" You yelled at Ander who was standing next to Omar and another guy.

"It's just a party? and you love party's, calm down and have fun." Ander placed the cigarette in his mouth before he blew the smoke in your face. "Maybe that'll help."

"Fuck you, and who the fuck are you, hm?" You glared at the guy that stood next to Omar with a blue towel around his waist. "Because I haven't seen you before."

"Patrick Blanco Commerford, the girl with the short haircut and purple towel is my twin sister, Ari, and the girl with the shoulder-length hair and black towel is Mencia, my other sister, and you are?"

"Me? I'm y/n, and I already know a nickname for you, what about 'Wannabe Ken'?" You slightly inspected him with your eyes before you patted his cheek and smiled sarcastically. "Just stay out of my lane, Omar, you have a sec?"

"I- Sure? Yeah, come on." He opened the door to an empty room before closing it behind the two of you. "You okay? Ander already knew you wouldn't like the idea of this."

"Did he? Well, that's sweet of him. I'm in the house of Samuel García, the boy I screwed before I graduated and left to New York, now I'm here and freaking out." You walked from side to side in the room, rubbing your forehead.

You heard a knock on the door but Omar held his hand up towards you, walking towards the door. "Move on, this room's taken."

"Hey, boy, it's not because I'm one of the new rich girls that you can start to become the ruler of the fun, eh, joder." The door was opened as a girl with a silver bathing suit and a black towel walked in. "Wow, ur a sight for sore eyes."

"Mencia wasn't it? Hate to break it to you but I and my friend were actually having a conversation, so have a good night?" You waved your hand in her face, turning your back towards her.

"Go on then, I won't gossip about it, I'm a good listener." She shrugged, adjusting the towel around her body. "No? Okay. Omar, what's Mrs. Fine, her secret?"

"She's y/n, the girl that screwed Samuel before graduation in the showers to be more exact, then she left to New York, now my friend is here and losing her shit." Omar shrugged, getting a shove in the arm from you. "It's the talk of the whole school, y/n/n."

"OH SHIT, YOU'RE THE SNACK THAT OUR SHORT BOY IS SIMPING OVER?!" Mencia let out a loud laugh, clapping her hands. "Oh I'm so happy I came to this party."

"This chick I swe- cariño, do you have anything strong in here? I need my alter ego to come out." You sighed, looking at the boy in front of you that strolled over to the desk, grabbing a bottle of whiskey.

"Whiskey? that's not smart, eh, Omar, she might as well end up somewhere she doesn't want to be." Mencia chuckled, dancing to the music that was playing behind the door. "But you're a free person eh? Go for it."

"That's what I thought as well." You took the bottle before placing it to your lips and swallowing the strong liquid, before Mencia grabbed it away, spilling some on your chest. "Excuse me?"

"Keep some for the other people, you drunkard." Mencia winked at you, opening the door and holding out her hand to you. "This good stuff already working?"

You huffed at her, glancing at Omar as he shrugged and slightly smirked at you, nodding at the door.

You sighed before placing your hand into her hand, letting her lead you towards the living room where everyone was dancing, standing in the middle of the room, she started to move her hips to the tempo of the song, pointing her fingers at you.

"Start dancing, fucking hell, have some fun." Mencia walked closer to you, taking hold of your hands and noticing your body was starting to move to the beat of the reggaeton song. "That's what I was talking about."

You started to get in your own bubble, moving your body to the beat of the music and stealing a person's red cup of strong liquid.

"Y/n?" A voice spoke up from behind you but it didn't make any sense as you kept dancing and the booze was raising to your head. "Y/n, hey."

Turning around you saw Samuel frowning at you with a towel around his waist and a slight change in his appearance.

"Samu! Nice to see you again eh? We're not wearing much, the coincidence, huh?" You laughed, taking his hand and placing it on your hip as you kept dancing.

"Y/n, what are you doing here?" Samuel twirled you around as you made him do so. "Shouldn't you be in New York?"

You stopped dancing and placed a finger on his lips, using your devilish smile on him, which always worked. "You're a big mouth now eh? I kinda like it, as in really really like it."

Samuel shook his head, removing his hand from your hip, rubbing his face. "You're drunk, you're fucking wasted."

You threw the red empty cup to the floor, crushing it with your pointy stiletto shoes, moving your head next to his ear. "I may be drunk, but that doesn't mean that I don't wanna fuck you."

"And then leave right after? Like last year? No, gracias." He kneeled to grab the red cup but you were quicker as you placed your heel over it, making him stare up at you. "Seriously?"

"I know you want to undress me like you did a year ago, lay me down like used to do, talk about your childhood with me as we're both catching our breath." You whispered, fiddling with the towel around his waist. "If it's worth it, i'll stay for as long college allows me to."

"That's funny, we know you won't." Samuel pushed your hands of his waist.

"A week then, 7 days will that work for our favorite waiter?" You sighed, walking closer to the García boy, placing your hand on the side of his neck. "Yes, no? Maybe?"

"Aye Samu, don't make the girl wait, eh? I'll gladly show her how we girls have a good time." Mencia held up her fingers as a peace sign, snorting at Samuel's face.

"You shouldn't have come back." He whispered, grabbing your hand and walking towards his room.

Seems like you were indeed gonna end up there again.

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Michael After Midnight: The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

When I was younger, I hated this movie. I hated it because it was so different from the books, it changed so much, blah blah blah. Little did I know back then that this is exactly by design. Douglas Adams was not a man content with doing the same thing twice, and liked to spice up each adaptation of his work with new things and changes. Add onto that the fact he actually worked on this movie prior to his death, up to and including writing some of the screenplay… Yeah, I was getting mad at the author for doing what he wanted. With all this knowledge I revisited the movie as an adult, and…

It’s honestly not that bad.

So I think the thing is it is very hard to adapt the dry, witty humor of the book perfectly because the narration is pretty impossible to keep in a cinematic experience. A lot of the funny bits of the book are just how the narration is, much like A Series of Unfortunate Events. Unfortunately, back in the early 2000s Netflix wasn’t around to show that you could keep in a humorous narrative character to maintain the integrity of the original, so they had to work around that. We do get a few bits of that charming Adams wit when the Guide (voiced by Stephen Fry, because really, who else could do it?) pops up here and there, but we don’t get enough if you ask me.

But that sadness aside, there is plenty to like (and a couple of things not to like) here. Don’t panic, though; I’m mainly positive.

Most of the cast is pretty perfect, if I’m being honest. Future hobbit and Wakanda’s token white guy Martin Freeman truly captures the loser everyman spirit of Arthur Dent perfectly, and Mos Def is funny and charismatic as his alien pal Ford. Bill Nighy and John Malkovich pop in for some brief and enjoyable roles as well. Still, there are two clear standouts of the cast. The first is Sam “Justin Hammer” Rockwell as Zaphod Beeblebrox. While it is a shame they altered his design a lot, the fact it was to let Rockwell not have to sit in a makeup chair forever so he could do his thing is well worth it. Zaphod is just as stupid, egotistical, vain, and hilarious as he should be, and Rockwell is clearly having a blast. The second is, obviously, Alan Rickman as Marvin. If ever there was a voice born to give itself to a suicidal, depressed robot, it was Rickman’s. And lets not forget that the suit performance of Marvin was done by everyone’s favorite little person, Warwick Davis. Marvin is just made of cool in this movie (even if he doesn’t think so himself).

Speaking of the suit, I have to say the practical effects in this movie are simply phenomenal. Since this was before CGI became the answer to everything, we have a lot of great sets, and what CGI we do get is used for funny things like having dolphins ascend into space or to have a whale hurtle out of the atmosphere to collide with the ground. The standout work is the Vogons, creations of the Jim Henson Creature Shop; they look as disgusting, repulsive, and alien as you could hope these poor poets and bothersome bureaucrats could.

Sadly, there are some flaws, especially the corny romance between Arthur and Trillian. Trillian herself is kind of the weak link, being played by the queen of Manic Pixie Dream Girls herself, Zooey Deschanel. Deschanel isn’t offensively bad or anything, but she just lacks the humor and charisma of everyone else around her. She’s not even really effective as a straight man, because she just doesn’t really react in an interesting way to the wackiness around her. I get that Adams wanted the romance in here, but it’s just hard to get really invested in it when one half of the characters involved are just incredibly boring. If I’m being honest, this is really the biggest thing holding the film back. It would be less of a problem if it wasn’t a core element of Arthur’s role in the story.

Still, I think I can let it slide. If we ignore the romance (which is hard to do) we stil have a very fun, funny, witty little film that is like a British version of Futurama, or perhaps even a nice blend of Futurama and Monty Python. Really, I think this wasn’t a movie that the kid version of me should have watched even with how much I loved the books; I just wasn’t ready for this. Now that I’m almost thirty I can truly appreciate singing dolphins, a sentient pot of petunias, Alan Rickman giving all the Vogons suicidal depression, the part where they turn into yarn, and all the other fun sci-fi wackiness on display here.

I don’t think this will ever be anyone’s favorite film, or even their favorite version of Hitchhiker’s, but for what it is it’s a perfectly enjoyable experience. It definitely feels like a labor of love that honors Adams and his legacy, and even if it has a few problems with the execution I definitely think it’s worth a watch now and then. The humor and most of the casting is on point, and there’s a lot of great visuals and practical effects. It will give you the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything (42), but you’re not going to find out what the question actually is here.

I guess, to sum it all up, this movie is… mostly harmless.

[lo-frequency]

Hey dude! Okay so I had this idea for tenya, Tamaki, and mirio. So their s/o is like this big buff scary person who is pretty punk and aggressive, crude sense of humor and is very all around intimidating to everyone. But,

little kids and babies absolutely adore them.

Like their family will often drop off their toddlers so that the s/o can baby sit them and the s/o is the sweeting thing to kids and will play all sorts of games, you hand them a baby and the baby just pulls on their hair and pokes them in the eye and s/o is just like “my sweetheart uwu”

So one day they go over to their s/o’s place for a surprise visit and they just see 4-5 kids climbing on their s/o and giggling and the s/o has a Disney movie on their tv

Thank you! Have a great day

Phew, finally got a request out, lol. This was fun to write, hope you enjoy:

Tenya, Mirio, and Tamaki w an Intimidating S/O That's Soft w Kids!

Tenya

-You two made an odd pair, since Tenya was usually so well-mannered and proper while you were his polar opposite.

-He wasn’t afraid of you because he isn’t easily intimidated and has never hesitated to interact with someone. He’s Tenya Iida, after all.

-Appreciates that you often say what he’s thinking but wouldn’t dare say out loud. He may call you out in public, but inwardly he’d probably agree with you lol. “This place sucks.” He looks at you with a disapproving expression ,“Y/n, that’s so rude!” but then he’d lean over and mumble to you “You do have a point though, darling.”

-Often chuckles at your crass behavior and jokes, and appreciates your strength and energy. He also likes that he can be more relaxed with you, since you don’t hold the same high expectations for him as everyone else.

-Now, what Tenya *didn’t* realize was that there was a side of you that he hadn’t seen before. The two of you didn’t usually spend a lot of time around children, so he had no idea you were such a softie with the kiddos.

-Your alter ego is exposed when Tenya comes over to your house for an unplanned visit one weekend. He slips in quietly through the front door, expecting to hear your favorite band blasting from your room. Instead, he’s greeted with the sound of...is that Finding Nemo coming from the living room? He pauses when he hears what sounds like bubbly children’s laughter coming from the same area. Tenya leaned outside the door to see if he’d come to the right house...yup, that’s your house number, alright.

-One of the little children runs into the same room he’s in, and they stare at him with wide eyes before running back to the living room to alert you that someone was in the house.

-After a moment, you appeared in the hallway, hauling along 4 or 5 little kids as they clung to your arms, legs, and back. “Hey, Tenya! I didn’t know you were coming by,” you said, chuckling when one of the kids started hanging from one of your toned arms.

-Tenya didn’t know why, but he found the sight of you holding all those little ones so endearing. Here you were, all big muscles and snarls, rendered harmless by a few tiny kids.

-All he could think about was all the times you’d nearly gotten into fights in public, and how much you scared even grown adults...if only they could see you now.

-He smiled fondly at you, watching how you played with them. One of the kids even stepped on your foot by accident, and all you did was playfully nudge their head.

-No wonder they weren’t afraid of you, it was as if you were a completely different person around them. A real gentle giant.

-He wished he could see this tender side of you more often. It suited you just as much as your usual self.

Tamaki

-Another odd couple, but Tamaki definitely appreciated your attributes more once you were together. Opposites attract, they say 🤷🏾‍♀️

-Where he was meek and timid, you were abrasive and bold. Maybe this was a bit of a bad thing, but he liked that he could just lean on you whenever socializing was too exhausting. Plus, you always said what you were thinking (and he usually agreed with you), so being with you was just super convenient for him. You became his enabler, lol

-Imagine, Tamaki is struggling to tell the store cashier that they gave him the wrong change, and you come up behind him all menacing like “Is this guy bothering you, babe?” Not really, but he appreciates the energy 💀

-So, color him surprised when he comes over to your house, and you’re covered in little kids- and enjoying it! Who were you and where was the real Y/n?

-He was amazed that the kids weren’t scared of you at all. It makes Tamaki feel a little ashamed, since it took him forever to warm up to you when you first met.

-He’d never seen you act so gently before, and he marveled at how sweet you looked while playing with them. It warmed his heart, and a small smile appeared on his face.

-When you invite him to join you, he’d come sit and watch movies with you and the kids. Really tho, his eyes were on you the whole time. 💕

Mirio

-Now, Mirio found your personality more entertaining than anything else. He’s a pretty big guy himself (and he was confident he could take you, if it ever came down to it), so he wasn’t intimidated when you first met.

-Never had a problem with your gruff demeanor. He liked how honest you were, you didn’t hold anything back and he could respect that. He also liked how you were always ready for anything, no matter what it was. With how friendly Mirio is, you two got along just fine.

-Very skilled at calming you down whenever you got particularly rowdy. A lot of people wonder why someone as cheerful and kind as Mirio would want to go out with you, an absolute menace, but it’s because he knows that’s not all there is to your personality.

-Once you got past the big muscles and even bigger attitude, there was a cool, interesting person underneath. In fact, knowing that he was one of the few people to know you so well made Mirio feel special (more so than usual lol).

-And when he walks in on you babysitting all those kids, it only reaffirms this belief. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself when he saw you. It’s hard being right all the time… 💁‍♂️

-Thought you were cute with all those little kids crowded on you. When you finally noticed him, he wouldn’t make a big deal out of it, just comment that you looked like you were having fun!

-He wasn’t surprised the kids weren’t afraid of you. Children are good judges of character, after all. And why wouldn’t they like you? You were so fun to be around!

-He would join in the fun, running around the house with you and the kids. It would be a good time, the little ones would never wanna leave as long as you two were around lol.

Thanks for tuning in! :)

[lacunafiction]

I'm soooo in love with this wip and can't wait to romance everyone!! Could I possibly get ROs reaction to MC wearing their clothes? 🥰🥰 (also I'd personally love it if you included JR in react asks, but if that's a lot of extra work no worries 💙)

Hi Anon,

I hope you're doing well today! I'm so glad that you're excited to romance all of them. :D <3

I will include JR on occasion, especially if their poly reaction differs significantly from the two alone, which it will on some occasions.

Middle romance stage.

(Spent like 15 minutes trying to find a gif of someone putting on a jacket, but I couldn't find one so... Vanessa Morgan looking gorgeous with a leather jacket seemed like a valid substitute???)

B is totally okay with it, but will try to wear clothing of yours in return or at least something that reminds them of you (e.g. your favorite color, an accessory, something you two  bought together, etc). They would probably be okay sharing even during high friendship stage, though they get more bashful about it in romance. They would be touched that you would want to wear something of theirs.

S has altered a lot of their clothes with their own unique creative flair hence the metal work, distressed vibe, patches, etc. The fact you would want to wear something that is so tailored to them is taken as a compliment. They offer to make you your own or to blend some of their design aesthetic into your own style since they want you to be proud of the item that matches them. If you persist in wanting their clothes, S will let you wear them and may occasionally be caught giving you fond looks.

J is a little confused about it, if not bemused. You have your own style and clothes and they have theirs, but if it makes you happy, then they are totally fine lending you a soft plaid shirt or one of their jackets. They try to pick out colors you may like. It takes J a while to slowly realize it's not the fashion itself, but because the clothing is theirs and belongs to them are the reasons why you want to wear it. This realization makes them soft and likely occurs while they are at the station one day, so they need to take a second to sit down and process.

Their clothes? Oh, no you mean their wardrobe. At first, R may be caught off guard seeing you in their suit jacket or wearing one of their linen button downs, especially with how fastidious they are with keeping them wrinkle-free and dry cleaner cleaned. However, the fact that you would want to wear their clothes takes a second to process. They like it; they like you wearing something of theirs for others to see... It's hot to them. Also, sweet, but shh. They will suggest things for you, possibly turning it into a fashion show with how they urge you to try just one more thing, though know they will be your biggest fan.

A combination of the J and R reactions will comprise the JR one, except R wearing something of J's would cause J to do a complete double-take that R would delight in. J is the least likely between the three of you to share in the clothing exchange with R being second given their style, though R would do it to mess with J and possibly speed along their slow realization. XD