#i mean Elspeth

[idliketobeatree]

you're going to laugh, but Crowley's silly voice saying "be good. and not just pretennndy good, but properly good!" has done more for me in terms of moral self-actualisation than over 8 years of catholic upbringing, hundreds of badly interpreted sermons, a steady stream of yearly advent retreats and one particularly adventurous church camp where the counselors judged the books we took for the trip. thank you demon boy for keeping that high ethical ground. grave robbing aside

[fuzziiwuzzii]

“What a little shit stirrer.”

Archie Madekwe made a direct comparison between Farleigh and Regina George so obviously I HAD to draw it

[bitspieces]

Job and Sitis are literally the only straight couple on screen I am screaming. Elspeth and Morag. The two dudes Aziraphale borrowed the phone from. Maggie and Nina. Beelzebub and Gabriel. The magic shop owner and his spouse. Aziraphale and Crowley.

Neil Gaiman literally out here saying "straight people? Don't know them."

[itsdefinitely]

Minecraft End Poem

[island-in-the-shadows]

I've been seeing posts about that last scene between Oliver and Venetia and I definitely think it's a scene worth highlighting more. And yes, she's right for a LOT of it. And yes, it's very interesting that Oliver was openly crying even before he has his Category 5 Hurricane level breakdown at the grave. One of the things I personally find interesting is her scoffing at: you only knew him 6 months. Yes, that's true. And yes, Venetia is drunk and grieving and she lost her brother so comparatively Oliver crying so much would be silly. If I lost one of my brothers and some guy who'd known him six months was having a breakdown I would feel like that person is being ridiculous and that their grief means nothing compared to mine because I knew my brother for a whole life. I understand her perspective very well.

But I also think about things from Oliver's perspective. Of course, Venetia doesn't know that Oliver has (gonna go with has cuz 15+ years later he's still into Felix) these consuming feelings about Felix. She belittles his grief and, by extension, his love. Six months is not a lot of time. But six months is also PLENTY for people who fall in love. And if we include the time he was smitten but didn't actually interact with Felix, Oliver has been actively high on Felix for at least nine months at this point. I say high because that's (in a chemical sense) basically what happens when you're in love or super into someone.

So yeah he killed Felix (and I still think part of him held out for it not working at all). And yeah, he knew him for only six months. But, to him, the grief is seriously intense. All those good chemicals in his brain that were high on Felix are depleted and he's in a state of withdrawal. Is it any wonder he was wearing Felix's aftershave or wearing his clothes? They are tangible ways to feel like Felix is still there. And yes, I know there's also he partially wanted to be Felix thing but that's not what it is here. Smell is powerfully linked to memory. Smelling Felix's aftershave could easily trick his brain into believing Felix is there. Wearing his clothes has him feeling connected. Idk I just find his grieving process interesting as fuck especially given the circumstances and that he's trying to stay at Saltburn no matter what (though, again, I personally view this as going back to Felix).

TL;DR: Venetia is Mother for calling him out. Six months is quite a bit when you're in love with someone so Oliver probably felt belittled when Venetia dismissed his grief.

[thetimetravellercat]

Sometimes you start reading a fic that's 336k long and then you end up having many feelings about a rarepair you hadn't even truly considered before that and then you start writing an OS telling yourself it's gonna be short but you're lying to yourself and anyway, here have some Blackhands (Sam Bellamy/Israel Hands) with a sprinkle of polyamory (by way of OFC, aka Elspeth) and a dash of Crew & Israel Hands topped with some Israel Hands & Happiness:

Summary:

He missed Sam. More than ever he missed him and he wanted to be by his side. His love for him had never died. He didn’t care if Sam’s had. He needed to find out. He needed to see it for himself. He turned to Jim.

“I want to do right by the crew, as much as I can.” He said. “And then… then, maybe I want to see if I could get a second chance, a chance to do right by someone I cared very deeply about.”

“Who’s that?” They couldn’t help themself. Izzy would tell them to fuck off anyway if he didn’t feel like answering.

“The only person who ever loved me without owning me.”

Aka Izzy and the crew get their happily ever after.

Tags: Elspeth is the name of the OFC, Lucius lives in the walls of the Revenge, Suicidal Ideation, (briefly), Kraken Era, toes mentioned, Israel Hands Needs a Hug, protective Israel Hands, Injury, Nerve Damage, Mutiny, Ed dies?, maybe?, it’s unclear and open ended, Retirement, Fang gets a dog, Comfort, I would die for Elspeth just so you know, Happy Izzy, love is stored inside the cake, Happy Ending, Give this man a happy ending, Israel Hands-centric

[journal-three]

Good Omens is such a good name for the show bc really. that's what they are

[rosykims]

like out of all the many, many traumas ive given elspeth my favorite has gotta be the deep roads lol. and specifically the way she never really got OUT of them. yeah so maybe her body did but not HER. shes still down there with ruck and helspith every time she closes her eyes. and during future expeditions when she goes down into the deep roads for real, it doesnt feel like some horrible nightmare it feels like REALITY and its the surface and love and warmth and alistair thats nothing more than a pleasant dream. one shes always going to wake up from. bc even in her happiest moments she's never not aware of the darkspawn digging up towards her just a few miles under her feet. and never not feeling the eyes of the deep roads looking at her, gleefully waiting for her, and knowing its not going anywhere

[inhayara]

Ok. Let’s talk about elspeth McKinnon for a second here.

You dig up bodies and sell them even though your best friend (possibly lover?) hates it because you want them to have at least something good for dinner and sleep in a real bed for fucking once. Then this English dude comes out of nowhere and starts lecturing you on morals and damnation, but you’ve heard it all before and honestly HE isn’t sleeping in that urine-smelling grimy street corner so he can shove his morals up his sorry arse, and then you wheel over that fresh body to the surgeon (not a doctor, a mister, you remind yourself). You’re already having a bad day because now he’s offering WAY less than this body is bloody worth, but then he uncovers the barrel and the fucking body is a skeleton?? And you catch that flicker of smugness on the stupid Englishman’s face and you KNOW he had something to do with it, even though reasonably you can’t think of anything he could have done.

So you go back to the grave because you need a new body, this time with wee Morag, who you’re doing this entire bloody thing for, and she’s nervous and you really don’t want her there but she’s doing it for YOU goddamnit so of course you go with her and then! Then she activates the trap and the bullets and that’s it that’s it, she’s gone, and now you have nothing left. So you take her body and you sell it to the surgeon so she can have a fucking toast because you definitely don’t have the money for a grave, and you see the laudanum and think “yeah, that’s not such a bad way to go.” And you steal the laudanum and plan to toast Morag and die and if you do wind up in the same place (though you doubt it because you did sin and you would have sinned a thousand times for her, not that it saved her in the end) you’ll beg for her forgiveness because life has no fucking point to it anyways, and then the fucking Englishman shows up again?? With his Scottish tag along? And you really want to be done with it but then the Scottish tag along sees the laudanum and fUCKING DRINKS IT, OH GOD, and the Englishman just??? Doesn’t care??? And the Scottish one seems weird but still alive?? And also calls the English one angel, so there was something there you were right, but more importantly, the Scottish one just fucking d i s a p p e a r e d, w h a t, oh no wait he didn’t, oh no wait he’s. Small? Like pocket size? What. Is happening? And you’re mostly sure you’re hallucinating as the Scottish one makes some strange chicken noises and flaps his arms and then starts growing and growing and oh god-

And the Englishman just. Barely cares. And now the Scottish one is glaring at you from two stories up and yelling at you to not kill yourself, and you vaguely nod because it seems like a good idea when a giant Scottish maybe-man (?) is portending to you while the size of a church tower. And then he tells his Englishman to give you the contents of his wallet??? And it’s nINETY GUINEAS?! And all of a sudden you’re set for life as long as you “buy a farrrmmm and be good” as if you were planning on ever digging up bodies again with this much money, and the Englishman doesn’t even seem mad, so then you get out of there as fast as you can before the other shoe drops and the money disappears. And the next day you hope it was a really, really weird nightmare except now you do have ninety guineas. And no Morag.

[pennamepersona]

can't believe they killed my phyrexian blorbo. saddest day on earth

[earlyspringtranscendence]

seeing the vision

[elisezone]

um i NEED a baby fever felix fic please?? like the whole breeding thing has MY soul

Oh, anon, you get it. You totally get the idea.

𝕱𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖝 𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞 𝖋𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗

Warnings: nsfw, breeding

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Firstly, I just know Felix wants kids. He’s always imagined one, two at most. He was brought up on the idea that he needed to keep the family name alive, to have a son, an heir. I can imagine Elspeth keeping up this mantra throughout Felix’s life. Telling him it’s what he’s made for, it’s his duty as their son.

He would want to be the first. He would want to have a baby before Venetia (although i doubt she’d ever settle down).

But he would want to do it first. He would make the family proud.

He kept this idea up his whole life, he needed to settle down, marry and have a baby as soon as he could.

He looked all over for the right person, he knew it was you. As soon as he held your hand on the first date, he knew you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Felix would bring it up with you frequently, little jokes here and there. Late night chats “what would you name our baby?” Type thing. But deep down you could tell it was what he truly desired.

He would confront you just before your last weeks at Oxford, you were about to enter the world.

We would lay down on the foot of your bed, looking up at you lovingly as you read over your notes. A feeling of ease in the air.

“Darling?” He looks up at you, that mischievous look in his eyes you’ve come to associate with lust. “Felix, baby, not right now”. He strokes your leg lovingly, admiring the tan you’d gained from the early summer sun. “No, sweetheart, not that” he laughs.

He looks up at you, grinning, “you know.. you now how we want to be married” he rolls over, gazing at the ceiling as he takes a drag of his long dead cigarette. He waits a beat, seeing if you’d reply. “I’ve been thinking. About our future.”

And that’s where it all began.

It took a long time to convince you, I mean, you were young. You were both very young. Yet you couldn’t see a future without Felix, he was your whole world. You couldn’t imagine marrying anyone else.

From then on, every time he’d fuck you, he’d have intent. He needed to have you, fully have you. He can’t wait to see you stuffed with his cock, it’s all he thinks of throughout the day.

He would hold off having sex sometimes, just to build up the tension. Because he knows that when he wants to cum, he only wants to do it inside of you. Deep within your pussy.

He fucks you hard. Like it’s his last wish on earth to knock up his princess. As he thrusts into you wildly, he imagined how godly you would look with a round, swollen belly. How absolutely delicious you would be, helpless, unable to cope properly without him.

With a hard grip on your hips, Felix fucks himself harshly into you, desperate to breed you fully. To fuck you stupid.

You can feel him falter slightly, his thrusts become erratic. He’s close. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer to you.

The thought drives him insane, over the line as he cums with hot ropes into your pussy. He fold over, caging you with his arms. His chest heaving. His body glistening, sweat beading down his chest.

“Fuck. Oh god- babe. You’re mine. Always mine, you always will be”

He throws forwards a few experimental thrusts and lets out a deep moan. “So fucking good for me”

You look so gorgeous, laying beneath him, completely still. Your pretty body twitching with pleasure.

And he refuses to pull out for so long. Making sure he knocks you up. Plugging up your sweet hole with his seed.

And then he realises, he will have to marry you soon too.

[island-in-the-shadows]

Me here thinking about Oliver and then this bit from Hannibal came to mind,

"We have all found a new life, but our old lives hover in the shadows, like incipient madness. Soon enough [...] will come knocking on the door. I would encourage you, as a friend, not to step back through the door [held] open. It's dark on the other side and madness is waiting..."

There's something here about how Oliver did, in fact, make a new kind of life for himself. We don't know what that life was. We only get a hint of it. Farleigh certainly must've made a new life for himself as well, even though we never see or hear of him again after the lunch scene. Elspeth made a new life for herself also.

In my mind, I can see how for each of them that old life, the one that existed before Felix and Venetia died, must always be in the periphery of their current existence. And, though for altogether different reasons, it will always hover in the shadows for them.

By design, Oliver is the one holding the door to the past open for Elspeth (and himself). Oliver is this representation of the past and of the last time her children were alive. Him "running into her" and her taking that cue and inviting him to Saltburn again is both of them stepping back through that door to the past. It is dark on the other side and there is madness waiting. Elspeth is ultimately murdered by someone who is, to some degree, mad. She steps into the eternal dark because of his madness. Oliver steps into dark madness as well. The past can't be fixed, the teacup is never going to pick itself back up again, and Oliver will never have what he truly wants and he will never escape the memories of it.

P.S. to Oliver: "Should the universe contract, should time reverse and teacups come together, a place could be made for [Felix] in your world."

[thetimetravellercat]

So I wrote a little prequel to my Bellhands fix-it fic, this is quite sad but also beautiful and revisits familiar headcanons about Izzy's tattoos by switching things up a bit

Tags:

Tragedy, Love, Tattoos, Lost Love, Long lost love, Painting, toes mentioned, cross tattoo, wrist tattoo, Elspeth - Freeform, pre Bellhands/Elspeth, Pre-Poly, Elspeth is the name of the OFC, inspired by a famous painting, inspired by the girl with a pearl earring, Lucius Spriggs Lives in the Walls of the Revenge, no one dies

Summary:

Elspeth brushed Sam’s cheek with her thumb, gently, softly.

“He is still your love.” And it was simple. She could see it written all over Sam’s face, all over his heart that he was wearing on his sleeve.

“You’re my love.”

“I know that, you silly man.” She let her hand drop. “But you love him too.”

Sam toyed with a thread sticking out of the armchair.

“Elspeth.” He whispered. “There is something I need to tell you.”

“I’m listening.” She said, most seriously.

“I love you.” He started. “My heart bleeds for you when we’re apart, and there isn’t a day where I don’t see myself growing old with you if you’ll allow me.”

“But you’ll never love me as much as you’ve loved him. As much as you still love him.”

“No. I’ll always love you as much as I love him. Do you believe me when I tell you I have as much love for you as I do for him? Do you believe me when I tell you I have enough love for the both of you?”

“I do.” And she did. “Because I believe you would have enough love for most of this world if it let you get away with it.” She kissed his head. “What was his name?”

He buried his face in Elspeth’s neck and breathed in. Elspeth took the portrait back into her hands. Those piercing eyes…

“Israel Hands.” He exhaled.

“Tell me the story.” She asked.

Sam tells the story of his long-lost love, Israel Hands.

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He was cradling Izzy in his arms. They were both tightly squeezed in his small bunk. Ed had cut another toe. It was the third one. He hadn’t managed to witness it this time. He was used to keeping an eye on Izzy, from behind the walls, but when he had understood what was about to happen, he had chickened out. He couldn’t bear it. He had been there for the first two ones. He remembered the horror that had filled him. He remembered the taste of his own blood as he bit his tongue and then his hand hard enough to bleed.

Izzy hadn’t let him get close the first time. The second time he had been able to hold his hand. The third time… he had wished Izzy hadn’t been so pliant. He hadn’t even tried to push him away.

“If I die, you should know. Someone should know.” Izzy’s hoarse voice broke the silence.

Years later, Israel Hands tells the story of his tattoos, it’s definitely not what his audience expected.

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This was written for the Izzy Hangs Bingo (@izzyhandsbingo ) for the prompts: original character, inspired by a famous painting, tattoos, long-lost love

[azfellandco]

It's about Crowley bearing witness to Aziraphale's desire, about the way that desire is animal and visceral and enormous and terrifying*. And about how Crowley sees that and wants it. Crowley offers the ox rib and watches Aziraphale eat because eating provides them no sustenance, it's purely for pleasure, sensual, selfish. And Crowley introduces Aziraphale to this, and thousands of years later still takes obvious pleasure in feeding Aziraphale, in watching him eat. In watching Aziraphale's pleasure.

And I think it's significant the things we see Crowley put into his body in s2, and why: six shots of espresso, as something bracing before seeing what it is that made Aziraphale call him in his "something's wrong" tone; whiskey, because he has to give Aziraphale some bad news; wine, because they "might as well get comfortable" during the storm coming down on Job, after Aziraphale learns that Crowley is actually pretty unhappy with Job's suffering; and poison, to dispose of it so Elspeth (or Wee Morag, I've fogotten which is which) doesn't die. Crowley doesn't take Aziraphale's "something that calms you down", only consumes things that not only don't bring him pleasure but are an attempt to prevent pain. Crowley, who introduced Aziraphale to this important physical, sensual, selfish pleasure, denies it to himself. He denies himself the eccles cakes, he denies himself partaking in food, and he denies himself Aziraphale.

And we see throughout the rest of the season other things he's denying himself: the comfort and safety of a home in the bookshop in favor of the mobility and ready-made escape of living in the Bentley, the surety of saying what he really means during the confession. He cannot bring himself to admit what he wants, that he wants. Gabriel and Beelzebub "going off together" is not what he wants. He wants Aziraphale, but he doesn't say that, because he's never, in the years and years and years we've seen this season, let himself want or be seen wanting. "Going off together" is as close as he can get to speaking it. "A group of the two of us" is as close as he can get. So he has to watch as Aziraphale leaves and takes his pleasure in the world with him.

[rosykims]

it will never not be funny thinking about the hero of ferelden coming back to the wardens after they did All That in inquisition