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dystopianam · 7 months

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Headcanons about VV's ADULTS premades!

⚠️ Since these are my personal headcanons, I don't take responsibility if someone gets offended by the way I interpret the characters or if you don't like certain couples. I don't like perfect life stories, I like DRAMA, not all characters are good people, there are even villains among them!

If you like these let me know if you would also like to know my headcanons on the elders, teenagers and children of Veronaville!

P.S: In the post I refer very often to "historical times". By historical times I mean an AU where the characters live in a very ancient year instead of modern times. In this case I am referring to the year 1300+, because these were the years where the real Romeo & Juliet is set. (For those who say no, the years where the story is set are conflicting in many versions of the story, but here in Italy they say it is 1300+ because the real Romeo and Juliet lived in that period)

To start without do favoritism, let's start with the Summerdreams!

Titania Summerdream

She's a fairy (obvs). Very tall, chaotic, lover of alcohol and umh...something else that Lazlo loves too. Very extroverted, loves to party and watch real life dramas but doesn't like it if happen in her family. For a long time she tried to make a baby with Oberon but never succeeded. After a while she understood that one of the two was sterile, but not knowing human medicine they never knew how to find out which of the two, and that's why they adopted Puck and Bottom.

She loves her adopted children immeasurably, but without wanting to, she often finds herself favoring Puck, making Bottom jealous.

She is the kind of mother who treats you like you are a child even if you are 54 years old, hugs and cuddles you in front of anyone and embarrasses you in front of anyone, expecially in front of your friends.

Being of a mischievous and perverse nature, she often finds herself saying embarrassing things in any situation, often risking killing Puck of embarrassment.

She thinks that anyone the same age as her kids are their boyfriends/girlfriends and torments they by asking if they are. In front of them.

She constantly smiles mischievously, calls everyone "dear" and "darling", and often speaks vaguely, as if doing riddles.

She calls Puck with lots of embarrassing lovely nicknames. She does the same with Bottom.

She often finds herself feeling neglected by Oberon because of his work, but they both love each other a lot.

Not knowing technology, being a fairy, she began to learn about it recently. Her favorite things about that are 10 year old boomer memes and taking boomer photo montages with the sunset behind her.

Often she texts her kids and replies to her own messages thinking they were the ones who responded, thus creating an entire conversation with herself.

Her movements are slow and elegant. But she burp a lot, and loud, when drunk.

She often behaves inappropriately with everyone and everywhere.

Oberon Gossamer

Oberon is also a fairy. Like Titania, he's very tall. He is the serious person of the couple. He loves theatre, writing scenes for films that only exist in his head, the sea and... he has a small, dangerous, attraction to black magic. He is calm and of few words, often speaking only if asked, but being the serious parent of the couple, he is also the one who listens to his kids's problems, try to help them and attends school meetings (Titania is not reliable).

He drinks, but a little, he is not a lover of alcohol like Titania, but he likes it. And...as for the hobby that Titania shares with Lazlo... let's say he likes it but with moderation.

Oberon learned to use technology much faster than Titania and therefore loves do video editing. Once he even tried to be a Youtuber but he had to close the channel because people in the comments told him that he was hot and Titania didn't like that.

Unfortunately he often gets lost in overworking and neglects Titania a bit.

Also, since he learned youth slang he uses it a little too often and inappropriately.

Now let's move on to the Montys!

Bianca Monty

Bianca has an average height. She is neither tall nor short, and has a decisive, stubborn, intelligent personality. She is honest, direct, she always says what she thinks, she doesn't want to please anyone, but she's also very very closed emotionally. She often hides that she has negative emotions and memories created by the family situation and pretends that nothing harms her. Often, this inability to let off her sad thoughts and show weakness makes her appear grumpy or unpleasant, but that is not her intention.

Bianca left home as soon as she turned 18, tired of hearing about the feud with the Capps, but that's no secret. She has a good relationship with her mother, her brother and her nephews, but is on bad terms with her father.

Once she started living on her own, Bianca tried to figure out what she wanted from her independence: did she want to study? Work? start a family?

Having always had a difficult situation in the family, as she had no use as a daughter, that couldn't be the heir, Bianca has always wanted to have a family of her own but...noticing that taking care of her brother Antonio's twins created difficulties for her, discouraged her very much.

"Maybe I'm not ready yet." Bianca thought, and then she decided to concentrate on her studies. She often frequented a library and there she met Kent.

The two immediately became friends, but Kent was afraid to tell Bianca that he was a Capp. But when Bianca found out, their relationship became even closer, because both were against the feud.

At one point, Bianca had a crush on Kent, but when he came out to her as gay, she felt the world fall on her. Disappointment hit her in the chest and when she finally thought she had found her place in the world, her man, the father of her future childrens, her dreams became illusions.

Bianca never confessed to Kent, so she silently accepted it, once again hiding another pain of which she could never talk about.

However, after that discovery, Bianca, appreciating the trust that Kent had felt towards her, finally began to open up and tell him all the bad things that she had always kept inside. Kent was the only one who could listen to her. No one before him had ever been willing to listen to her.

From that even more intimate approach, Bianca also began to become very interested in the LGBT+ community, after listening to Kent talk about it, and sincerely tried to explore herself a little. But noticing... how the crush for Kent doesn't seem to want to pass, leaves little doubt to herself.

Antonio Monty

Antonio, as a man, is short, like his father's height, when Patrizio was young.

Like his sister Bianca, he also moved away from his parents' house, but this happened after his wife Hero's disappearance, following a big verbal fight with his father.

Antonio has always endured his father's hatred for the Capps in silence, but when the feud led to his brother Claudio and his sister-in-law Olivia losing their lives, and the disappearance of his wife Hero, the limit was reached.

Antonio loved Claudio very much, and after his death, his relationship with his father ended to a point of no return, accusing him of being the cause of his death.

He decides to earn a living without his father's monetary support and starts working as a cook (in my headcanons, in modern times he and Claudio had a restaurant, in "historical" times, instead they have an inn).

Antonio loves cooking, food is literally his whole life and he hopes that one day his passion will allow him to leave a good legacy to his twins, so that he doesn't have to worry about leaving them with nothing.

Antonio is a perfect father, he always puts his children as priority over everything and would prefer to starve to feed them. He is sweet, patient, tries to treat both twins the same but often forgets that Benedick is also a child and entrusts him with too many responsibilities such as checking on Beatrice while he is at work or helping him at the restaurant/inn after school.

He is often very strict regarding education and good manners and this is why his children are so polite, but the stress of being a single father often leads him to become excessively angry. The twins know that their father isn't really as angry with them as he seems, but other people might think of him as an exaggerated father.

After Claudio's death, Antonio also tried to be a father to Mercutio and Romeo, loving his nephews very much, but living away from them is a bit problematic, even though he himself had proposed to them to live with him.

In any case, Antonio made a promise to Claudio that he would protect Mercutio and Romeo at all costs, and for this reason he still does not lose sight of them, with one excuse or another.

From time to time Mercutio helps Antonio at the restaurant/inn as a waiter or cook, but Antonio doesn't let Romeo into the kitchen because Romeo doesn't know how to cook and would make everything catch fire.

Hero Monty

Hero is of average height, has a strong, determined, stubborn and courageous personality but unfortunately she comes from a very, very poor family.

She doesn't know how to cook, she is very clumsy in doing everything (but in historical times she would have known how to use a sword even if she is a woman) and Antonio is often the one who has to cook her food and help her around the house, but... it is precisely her defects that have made him fall in love with her despite their very different social statuses.

Patrizio never accepted Hero, he never accepted Antonio marrying a woman who was so poor, but Antonio decided to disobey his father and married her anyway.

After their marriage, despite the tensions in the family, the two were happy, but unfortunately, as often happens, not everything can be perfect, and Hero also ended up falling in love with her husband Antonio's younger brother, Claudio.

The two had a secret relationship even though Claudio was also married to another woman, Olivia, and Hero only decided to tell him to stop when... she discovered she was pregnant.

She never told Claudio about the pregnancy, but pretended that the child was Antonio's. And so Antonio also believed that it was his own.

Hero gave birth to Viola, but full of shame for the daughter who was the result of her love affair wich Claudio, she decided to pretend that the baby had died during childbirth and gave her to the care of a maid.

Antonio was devastated, Viola grew up with that maid and ended up working as a maid herself but without ever knowing who her real parents were.

Hero never spoke to Claudio again for fear that she might fall back into temptation, and after a few years, she had the twins Benedick and Beatrice with Antonio.

Hero loved Antonio very much, and what had happened with Claudio had only been a huge mistake, but somehow, Patrizio had discovered the truth about Viola, perhaps thanks to some maid present at the birth who had acted as a spy.

Patrizio threatened Hero that he would tell Antonio everything if she didn't start respecting and obeying him, doing as he wanted. Hero was very stubborn, she hesitated, she didn't want to lose her pride in the face of a threat and... it was there that she was killed by a man paid by Patrizio himself. And Benedick, peering through the half-open door, saw everything.

Patrizio blamed the Capps for Hero's death and made his entire family believe that they were the ones who killed her. A short time later, Viola mysteriously disappeared.

Claudio Monty

Claudio is on average tall, taller than Antonio but shorter than Olivia. He is the choosen heir after Patrizio and before Romeo.

He is what can be called a good son par excellence. Respectful of his parents, he has never disobeyed his father's orders. He always studied what Patrizio had forced him to study and in his free time he practiced his passion for cooking by working in the restaurant/inn with his brother Antonio.

Claudio and Antonio bought the restaurant together and are both the owners, but in historical times, the two of them bought the inn secretly from Patrizio who did not accept that his sons worked like any other commoners, to the detriment of their high social status.

Claudio doesn't want to disappoint his parents and in front of them he is the perfect son, but when they don't see him, he...shows his slightly more libertine personality. In fact, he loves to appear youthful, and (according to my headcanons) he has Romance as his second aspiration, and for this reason, unfortunately, despite everything, he is not very faithful to Olivia, and this is why he ends up cheating on her with Hero.

Antonio often finds himself scolding him and blaming him for everything, arguing just like any pair of brothers, and unfortunately, that "libertine" side of Claudio's personality was also inherited by his sons: Mercutio and Romeo. Mercutio is in fact very rebellious, while Romeo is studious but a womanizer.

Despite everything, he is a good father, and although he is very serious when he wants, most of the time he is also the most permissive and the one who allows his sons to do stupid things while covering them up from their mother Olivia. He's also the kind of father who gives his sons advice about girls and then wants to know every detail and gossip about the girls they've dated.

Often ending up, however, "punished" together with his sons by his wife herself, with flying slippers.

After the fire at the Capp mansion, he and Olivia were kidnapped by the Capps, locked in a secret room in the mansion and left to starve to death despite Olivia also being heavily pregnant.

Olivia Monty

Olivia is tall, and there's not much I can say about her. Like Claudio she is also quite serious and a good daughter and daughter-in-law, but unlike Claudio, she behaves much more seriously and with maturity.

Coming from a family of doctors, she could have become a doctor, but she abandoned her studies to pursue a more homely life.

In her husband's family she doesn't have much freedom of speech. Patrizio is very tough, he feels like the master of everyone, so, in order not to argue she prefers to remain silent, unlike her sister-in-law Hero who instead responded badly to her father-in-law when she sees things that are not right.

She's a good wife and a good mother, but she is much stricter with her sons unlike Claudio who lets them do a bit of everything, even what they shouldn't.

She doesn't know that Claudio cheated on her with Hero, and that's why Olivia sees Hero as a good friend and is on good terms with her. (In historical times, I imagine that Olivia knew that Claudio had cheated on her with Hero, but that she couldn't say anything because at the time wives couldn't really have the right to speak. Men had the right to have as many women as they wanted, but since Hero was a married woman, she could have been accused of adultery if Olivia had wanted to be vindictive.)

While Mercutio got his rebellious spirit from his father and Romeo his studious, womanizing attitude from his father, both brothers got their vivacity and sloppiness from their mother. Claudio on the other hand is quite clean.

If she had been alive, she would most likely have helped Romeo to be with his Juliette and... she would have accepted Mercutio's relationship with Tybalt (I ship them) as a very open minded person. While, maybe, Claudio would have been a little more reluctant.

Now let's move on to the Capps!

Goneril Capp

Goneril is very tall, first of the four children of Consort and Contessa Capp.

As the first daughter, she has always been convinced that the role of heir would be given to her by right, but the decision of her mother Contesaa to make her younger sister, Cordelia, the future heir of the family, created envy and jealousy between the sisters.

Goneril is serious, ambitious, elegant, clever. She tries to be perfect in everything but that doesn't seem enough to please her parents.

Although she was the first daughter to get married, the fact that her younger sister, Cordelia, had become pregnant before her created great anxiety for her. The anxiety faded when she saw with great satisfaction and malice that her sister's firstborn was a boy, Tybalt, and therefore that he would never enter the line of succession, and the relief was stronger when she gave birth to her firstborn, Miranda, but...even so, her parents didn't seem to change their minds. The heir was and continued to remain Cordelia.

Relations with her family are very tense. She is resentful towards her parents for not choosing her, with her second sister, Regan, the relationship is very "at convenience", sometimes they hate each other, sometimes they love each other, it depends on what the plans are. She can't stand her third sibling, Kent, finding him too strange and disrespectful to the family's honor, and hates her fourth sister Cordelia's entire family, especially Cordelia herself and her nieces (Cordelia's children) Tybalt and Juliette. With Hermia she is indifferent, as Hermia doesn't seem like a threat to the role of heir as she doesn't seem interested

It's no secret, at least to us players, that she often feels paranoid about her husband Albany and believes that Albany only married her for her money. But another of her problems is that although she loves her family very much, she is incapable of expressing affection, due to her harsh personality which leads her children to disobey. Especially with Miranda the relationship is very tense, but losing her trust is not what she wants. Goneril isn't a bad mother, even if her moral isn't exactly good.

Albany Capp

Albany is very tall, but not so much taller than his wife Goneril.

Even though Goneril is paranoid that he only loves her for her money, the truth is that Albany has been madly in love with Goneril since they were teenagers. He immediately saw in her the mother of his future children, and it's also true that he likes money very much, but his love for Goneril is sincere. He's basically a simp for Goneril. He doesn't mind at all that she has control over everything, even his person.

Although his canonical personality indicates that he is a very serious and grumpy person, for my personal headcanon I instead think that he is serious regarding the rigidity that his wife Goneril herself requires for his family (in short, he obeys her like a dog) and for the grumpiness...he just doesn't really hate anyone, but growls at people his wife doesn't like.

Albany actually has no interest in the feud, to tell the truth he doesn't even know why it started and often tries not to make enemies of any member of his wife's family.

He loves his children madly and is able to demonstrate it very well, unlike his wife. Being a father has always been his greatest desire! He often finds himself crying alone at the thought that sooner or later all his daughters will get married and leave home and this is why he always walks with an enormous handkerchief in one pocket, ready in case he feels like crying thinking about it.

Although he has a goofy face and seems calm, he would be capable of beating you very badly if you dared to harm his children.

But isn't the same for Goneril. Goneril is capable of defending herself, in truth Albany is a little afraid of his wife.

Regan Capp

Regan is tall, but shorter than her big sister Goneril. Second of the four children of Consort and Contessa Capp, she also aspires to the role of heir but like Goneril she found herself usurped first by her younger sister Cordelia and then by her niece Juliette.

Ambitious, clever and stubborn, she too would do anything to get that role (in historic years she would even have tried to kill the competition by poisoning the food, drinks or who knows what else!) but she has two big problems: she is much more emotional, more impulsive than her older sister Goneril, who is instead more thoughtful, cold-blooded, and...has a great inferiority complex due to the fact that she is the the only one of the sisters not to have children yet.

She doesn't even know if she wants a child that much, but the fact that after many years she still hasn't been able to have one worries her enough.

The marriage to her husband Cornwall is an arranged marriage, a marriage of convenience. The two never liked each other but...they're trying to like each other now.

The relationships with her family are very similar to those of Goneril, but with the difference that Regan feels much more resentment towards Cordelia and that... she doesn't know how to feel towards her brother Kent. She is sorry that he doesn't have a family of his own, that he is lonely, but at the same time he is... so intrusive into her married life with Cornwall that she can't stand this situation so much anymore.

Cornwall Capp

Cornwall is on average tall but shorter (slightly) than Regan.

He is greedy, has a bad temper and his world revolves solely around money. He married Regan for social convenience but despite seeing her efforts to try to be a couple in love he can't really like her. He pretends to like her.

He is envious, he is envious that a woman has so much more power and control over her life than he does. Envious because he doesn't even have a job.

And, he also hate very much his brother in law. Not only because he is intrusive and doesn't want him around, but also because... let's say I have always seen Cornwall as a very homophobic person? Male chauvinistic and homophobic, a perfect picture! ✨👌🏻 (I apologize to Cornwall fans (do they exist?) and to those who really like the Regan-Cornwall couple, I know they love each other very much in game but this is my personal headcanon, I ask for forgiveness 🥺)

Although it was clear to him from the beginning that in the Capp family it was the women who were in charge and had the power, Cornwall NEVER accepted this. For this reason he argued very often with Regan, ending in mutual agreement that they would both have the same right of ""command"" at home.

Kent Capp

Kent is VERY TALL, taller than his father Consort and his sisters. As a man, his role in a matriarchal family has always been very complicated and for this reason he has always been isolated from many things.

He is the favorite uncle of his nephews because he is the only one in the family to bring a bit of joy and madness among many long faces, his personality is both chaotic and very calm and lovely depends the situation, but both for this and for his hatred for the feud, he is called the black sheep of the family.

He misses his younger sister Cordelia very much, and has a lot of resentment against Patrizio Monty for it, but that doesn't mean he has to hate all the Montys for just one bad apple. Right?

Kent loves reading and studying and it's precisely his passion for studying, his ambition to become a teacher, that made him meet his now best friend Bianca Monty, in that library. The first person he came out to about his homosexuality.

His relationship with his family is very tense. He would like to remain on good terms with everyone, but it's difficult when his father doesn't know how to approach him without arguing over their very different views on the feud. Consort loves him but... it's just complicated, also because he knows that Kent is gay, but he doesn't know how to deal with him about it.

Goneril snubs him, so Albany does, Regan isn't sure how to feel, and Cornwall hates him with all his heart.

As I said, his nephews love him. When they were little, he babysat each of them at least once, but the children he babysat most frequently were Tybalt, Miranda, Juliette, and Hermia. Now he loves to babysit little Ariel (and that's why Ariel is bisexual, he spends too much time with uncle Kent)

For a short time, Kent helped Tybalt, Juliette, Miranda and Hermia study, but as I mentioned in anothet post, Tybalt was very stubborn, hard to understand the things he studied and the stress of tutoring him led Kent to lose all his hair (partly I think this is also the cause of the early hair loss of Caliban, Tybalt's father).

Among all his nephews, there is one in particular with whom he has a very particular relationship: Tybalt.

Tybalt initially hated his uncle Kent. He loved him as a child, but started to hate him after the fire, when he learned that his uncle was not against the Montys despite what they had done to their family. The two later became closer when Kent realized that there was something between Tybalt and Mercutio that was apparently not the hatred shown. He helped Tybalt understand why he felt so strange, opening him up to the possibility of thinking that perhaps he was homosexual and that he actually liked Mercutio.

Obviously Tybalt denied everything and reacted angrily and embarassed like a perfect tsundere but from that moment... it also gave him a lot to think about.

Kent realized he was gay when he lived in Roaring Heights. As a teenager he fell in love with a boy but their love story ended in fear that his family might find out. He only had the courage to come out to his family as an adult, returning to Veronaville.

In historical years, however, he hides it, for obvious reasons.

Cordelia Capp

Cordelia is short, the shortest among her tree big siblings. She is sweet, naive and couldn't stand the feud, she would have wanted peace instead of seeing all that hatred between the two families. Having been chosen as heir by her mother herself, this brought upon her the hatred of her sisters and to lose their affection for a horrible question of power.

She had a wonderful relationship with her parents and her older brother Kent, but unfortunately she never managed to regain the affection of her sisters Goneril and Regan, no matter how hard she tried.

Cordelia was...even quite friendly with Olivia Monty when Tybalt and Mercutio were children, but the feud then prohibited them from seeing each other.

Cordelia never wanted to use her authority as the future heir, she had never taken a stand on anything, she was a bit cowardly in some ways. She rather let her husband Caliban speak for her, let him manage everything alone, but she couldn't stand it when he scolded Tybalt without sufficient reason to make her son deserve that reproach.

Cordelia loved art, music, she played the piano, and she taught Tybalt to play that. She often lost herself thinking about things that people thought were banal, that they never stopped to observe because certain things had always existed: she loved the sea, she loved the night sky, its stars. She loved the color white, because it was purity, calm, tranquility, a blank canvas to paint on.

She was very young when she had Tybalt, but despite her young age she was a wonderful mother to her three children and wife to her husband.

And it was until the end. Because that night, when the fire had taken her husband's life, she could have easily escaped, there was time. But she didn't. Instead she took Juliette and Hermia and with her last strength she left them in the arms of their older brother Tybalt, and then returned to her husband's side, deprived of strength and oxygen, dying with him but reassured by seeing all three his children run out of that house. Away from the fire. But close to the man she loved.

Caliban Capp

Caliban is tall, but not taller than any Capp, in fact his son Tybalt, now that he has grown up, is much taller than him, having taken after his maternal grandfather Consort.

Caliban literally has two faces, and one of them is false. (And corrupted *badumtss*}

Lover of money, good at business, he immediately persuaded his father-in-law, obtaining his trust and thus the hand of his daughter, Cordelia. Cordelia was the heir, she studied to understand how business was managed, but the truth was that it was Caliban who helped his in-laws manage business. Cordelia had never lifted a finger, she didn't even know how things were going.

He comes from a... particular family. In fact, Caliban is actually a sorcerer and has often used his magic to manipulate things in the family to his liking.

As I have already said, Caliban is liked by Consort for his good business skills, but all his brothers-in-law and sisters-in-law can't stand him, they are envious of the flattery that Consort gives him. Cordelia loved him a lot, and he...he...who know. He was once jealous, thinking that Claudio had tried to charm Cordelia.

Juliette loved him, Hermia was too young to express herself and Tybalt...he had a mixed relationship with his father. Because Caliban was gentle with his daughters, but harsh and more authoritative with Tybalt. Tybalt never dared to answer him badly or disobey him, however, but he often ended up getting so nervous that he ran away nervously so as not to insult him. Tybalt loved his mother far more than his father.

Caliban showed himself as a gentleman always ready to help everyone, but his nature was much more evil, much more manipulative than... anyone could have ever imagined. And perhaps, if he hadn't died in the flames, this would have been discovered sooner or later. Perhaps, sooner or later his mask would finally fall, showing the monster he really was.

He had so many secrets.

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darkhighness · 8 months

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Good Omentober Day 15 - Snakes

Prompt by @disaster-dog

Everyone in Soho is surprised when the cheerful little bookseller has a great big snake as a pet.

Snakes were peculiar creatures. To the untrained eye, they were slithering scary monstrosities that terrorised the community. To those slightly more biologically intrigued, they were curious reptiles that inhabited most of Earth. To the incredibly intrigued they were limbless members of the reptile class in the suborder Serpentes.

To Crowley, it was simply a burden he had to deal with after his fall. He enjoyed being able to shapeshift and torment humans that were particularly annoying and there was a certain flair to hissing at people who walked too slowly in the street but there were most certainly downsides.

The constant desire to brumate had become a sticking point in his relationship with Aziraphale because although demons didn’t strictly need to sleep, there was something so comforting about getting cosy in the warmth and just existing without expectation. There were months at a time where Crowley would seemingly disappear off the face of the Earth because he had curled up somewhere to rest.

The warmth was another issue. Crowley hated the cold. It was arguably the worst part about living in London. He was constantly trying to seek out a sunny bench or a warm corner of the bookshop to curl up and relax in, his body always appreciating the extra warmth. Artificial heat could only do so much so he lived for the sunny days and sulked whenever there were clouds. And there were plenty of clouds in London.

This was one of those days. Crowley had been living in his car and there certainly wasn’t much in the way of comfort or warmth in the Bentley naturally so he had cosied up on the backseat in the small sliver where the sun would shine through and commanded the Bentley to crank the heat before he shifted into a snake. His body was half draped off the seat but as he lay on the leather seat he entered his state of rest and didn’t stop to care about what anyone else would say.

To a passerby, there was something terribly distressing to see a snake curled up on the backseat of someone's car. Crowley was a very large, very scary-looking snake after all. You could hardly say seeing a red-bellied black snake was an everyday occurrence in the city and one sitting on the seat of a vintage car was even more unlikely. A very astute pedestrian mentioned that they had seen Mr Fell using the car and that he should be made aware immediately of the snake’s presence.

“Mr Fell!” A distressed customer called, flying through the doors to stand panting in the bookshop.

“Oh dear, are you quite alright?” The bookseller asked softly, quickly pouring the young lady a glass of water before handing it to her. People rushing into the bookshop had become all too common as of late, the angel decided.

“There’s a massive snake in your car Mr Fell! It's on the seat!”

Aziraphale sighed with a knowing breath and headed out to where the Bentley was parked on the street. As promised, Crowley was curled up on the seat, blissfully unaware of the panic he had been causing. In his defence, it was quiet in the street when he originally shifted.

The angel opened the door and gently scooped up the snake before draping it over his shoulders. He made sure Crowley was lovely and secure before he reached into the front of the car and turned the heater off. He whispered a small thank you to the Bentley before hopping out to stand in the street with many concerned onlookers staring at him.

“It’s okay everyone,” Aziraphale assured, “This is just my pet. He’s got a nasty habit of getting away from me.”

The pedestrians were hesitant to believe him but went on with their days regardless. Aziraphale looked at all the plants that were crammed into the back of the car and looked down at Crowley who was comfortably wrapped around his neck.

“My dear, what mess have you gotten into now?” He asked softly, delicately stroking the black scales.

He brought Crowley inside and dragged a heater over to his desk. He pointed it at his feet and gently placed Crowley on a blanket under the wooden table. He watched as the snake spread out on the blanket and while he looked content, Aziraphale picked up his book and continued reading. Under the veil of darkness, Aziraphale moved all of Crowley’s plants into the bookshop. He had hoped the Crowley would’ve moved back into his flat at the next possible opportunity but here he was, curled up in the bookshop.

At some point, after placing the last Monstera into the shop and placing it on the windowsill, he sat on the floor beside the snake and just observed. Crowley rarely shifted into a snake, thinking it too much of a reminder to his time in hell, but Aziraphale was always enamoured. He would love Crowley regardless but his gorgeous golden eyes were so evident against the dark scales of the snake's body.

“You can sssstop sssstaring~” Crowley hissed, slithering into Aziraphale’s lap.

“Sorry my dear, you looked so peaceful,” Aziraphale assured before shifting the snake into his hands.

Crowley slithered back to rest on the angel’s shoulders, still mentally fuzzy from his brief rest. There was a familiar comfort from the fabric of his jacket and as he flicked out his forked tongue he was overwhelmed by the welcome scent of Aziraphale.

“Warm enough for you, my dear?” Aziraphale asked absentmindedly, flicking to the next page of his book. He was careful not to shift too much so as to not disturb his partner.

“Perfect.”

They stayed like that for the rest of the evening. Anyone who peered through the windows would see the angel sitting cross-legged on the floor and a sleepy snake curled up around him, neither of them with care in the world besides the other’s comfort.

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MY PENPAL — WAIT WHAT?!

30.5 - the facetime call. (written)

WORD COUNT: 0.3K+ !!NOT PROOFREAD!!

warnings : stalking behavior is mentioned a bit

you didn’t know why. why was hari doing all of this? over a guy?

you sighed and called your friend group. you watched them appear one by one.

“what’s going on yn? are you okay?” sunoo said, filled with concern.

“hari found out my phone number. she basically threatened me. i’m scared, i guess.”

“yn oh my god im so sorry. we should definitely report her for it. she should get some charges with that. who does she think she is?” yoon angrily said.

“hmm she’s probably born into a wealthy family. the mailboxes, phone numbers, and her being everywhere you and sunghoon are at? she probably hired someone to give her that information. she’s basically a stalker!” jake said with a concerned expression. “maybe it just wouldn’t work out.”

“jake, i don’t think i can handle hari tormenting me forever. i might as well leave the school.”

“yn, we will figure it out together.” minnie and yeojin said in agreement.

“hari is just nothing but a wealthy, manipulative liar. she even tried to convince me that you guys were going against my back..like did she not glare at all of you? you guys constantly talk about hari anyways, i wont let her words affect me much” you moved from your couch into your room. “she’s trying so hard to bring me down for what?”

“easy, she’s jealous. she’s jealous that a certain someone gives you heart eyes but not her.” sunoo smirked, “i’ll find a way to bring hari down, don’t worry about it too much. you know we will always have your back.”

“we should probably discuss a plan, no?” yoon said with excitement. “can’t wait to bring hari down!”

you and the others continued to talk for hours. maybe, just maybe, you’ll stop hari from her crazy actions. how will you do that? maybe fate will help crush her down.

if her crazy actions get leaked online, she would be gone for good—hopefully charges would get placed on her. although, she’s probably rich enough to pay it off, how would she fix her reputation?

who knows?

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fickleminder · 1 year

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Hi I’m in love with your denim’s will be demons concept!! I was wondering how the brothers would feel if MC requested to move to the purgatory hall after the whole realizing they were a dick thing? (Thank you for making such a good Drabble I love itt)

(demons will be demons AU here and here)

Aahhhh thanks so much!! I have a lot of scenarios for this AU (which sometimes tend to be a little too OC-specific so I try to generalize as much as possible) but this is definitely something I’ve thought about quite a bit!

I feel like MC would have requested (multiple times in fact) to move to Purgatory Hall way before the brothers have a change of heart. But, as with in canon, there supposedly isn’t space for them so they have no choice but to remain in the House of Lamentation. Past a certain point, they stop asking and resign themselves to staying put.

However, that doesn’t mean they can’t spend most of their time at Purgatory Hall! It’s become the meeting spot for the exchange students and the lesser demons. MC bakes with Simeon and Luke, does homework with and gets free tutoring from Solomon, chills with their lesser demon friends or hangs out with them in town, etc.

So much so that they only ever return to the House of Lamentation to sleep in their room. That’s it. At least the “ghost” constantly stealing from them leaves their bed alone.

MC makes sure not to break any of Lucifer’s rules. They’re always back before curfew, and they never go out without an escort. Simeon and Solomon are more than happy to pick them up first thing in the morning, either to bring them to Purgatory Hall for breakfast or with packed food to eat in the cafeteria before classes start. The lesser demons stick close to MC during the day, knowing that not all their classmates view the human in a favorable light. At night, they eat out or return to Purgatory Hall for dinner before someone walks them back to the HoL.

After the whole clone incident, the brothers have a hard time trying to insert themselves into MC’s life. MC’s meals are taken care of, their free time is occupied, and disturbing their sleep for some attention definitely wouldn’t earn them any affection points.

They try to recall what MC likes, all the things MC shared about themselves back when no one cared or paid attention, and all they can remember is how much they tormented or ignored MC.

And even if they managed to get MC to join them for dinner or a movie night (Lucifer probably made up a new “rule” just to make sure MC shows up), MC keeps a polite distance from them and doesn’t really engage them at all. They eat their food quietly, answer any questions succinctly, and essentially stay out of everybody’s business.

MC may have stopped asking to move to Purgatory Hall, but it sure feels like they live there now.

#ask #writing #obey me #obey me fanfic #dwbd au

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Hey guys! I'm out with chapter 3. Caution: mild smut ahead (under the cut)

A Night to Remember - 3

He sauntered in like he owned the blood place. Well, he did, but Nandini wasn’t too happy to remember that.

“well well well look what we have here” he smirked. Confident at first glance, his slightly curved shoulders belied his weariness.

Nandini was mulling over what to say – but there was no need as he continued

“couldn’t stay away, could ya? Irresistible as I am” his goading tone instilled unwarranted shame in her. She snapped at herself – why must she be shamed? THEY sought her help. HIS ego can’t change the truth.

“sure, if you consider near-insolvency to be sexy” she barked “ after all that drama, chellam, they didn’t need my help falling into a pit” Nandini was certain she looked crazy right then.

She noticed his jaw clench and bemoaned how badly she wanted to throw herself at him. But only after wacking him with the tv remote.

He took measured steps towards her and she momentarily feared she’d poked the bear.

“I’m not here to pick a fight…”

“So you’re here to be an ungrateful pri…”

“Aren’t you hurt- given how often you jump to conclusions ?”

“nothing you should be concerned about. Enjoy your vacation in the mansion you’ll inherit for sure now” she deadpanned.

“I thought you’d hate to return..to this place .. and its inhabitants!”

“A girl’s gotta look after herself- and you guys can look after your fancy mansion” she sighed, there’s no point recounting the sleepless nights preceding her visit here.

Her heartbeat rapidly. Work stress was predictable and she looked forward to it.

Returning to this place, the graveyard of her innocence, unsettled her. From the first moment of her return she could feel the tense cold air.

Kundhavai looked constantly like she was swallowing something bitter- nervous for a way out for her family but unhappy with Nandini’s presence.

Aditya’s dad and great-aunt hid themselves in their room except for discussing important documents.

Every moment was fraught with anxiety – she feared being called vengeful should she fail to pull them out of their deep mess.

The restraint of the last few months finally broke..

“Just great! I try to make an honest living and I’m doomed to help the ones who uprooted my childhood. Gloat and get over it!”

“That’s more reason to thank you- you could have just left us to fall” Aditya’s still voice announced.

“and I’d have relished that- But I didn’t “ Nandini challenged, stepping close enough for their noses to kiss.

“But you didn’t” his warm breath caressed her cheeks.

The drizzle outside was the only rhythm hosting this exchange.

“You could have… it would’ve been fair. Don’t say professionalism- it’s just that your heart can’t be rid of me. What we could’ve been”

She bristled at this insinuation of weakness “How dare you presume I’ll fall into your arms after all everything”, her voice low and threatening. She moved away to collect her rioting senses.

Aditya’s eyes momentarily displayed sympathy before they returned to a confident gaze.

“Because I know you want me back. Just as much as I crave you" he said, gaze unbelieving that she couldn't get the obvious.

“Why did you take up this project? Your company deals with many other clients”

“Why else? I thought it’d be fun to see your snobbish family and employees put in their place, by the kid they kicked out. Wanted to rub their failure in their face- but don’t you worry, I’m a thorough professional “ she smirked , hiding her nervousness.

“I can see that “ his eyes fixed on her as he stepped closer. Aditya’s calm face belied an inner torment.

“Then why did you run" he prodded." My family organised this party to celebrate their financial saviors, you, mostly”

“I couldn’t bear to hobnob with those posh nincompoops. "She chuffed "Carelessly gossiping as they sip wine and chew snacks, like they’ve done a honest day’s work in their life..

Do you know how many sleepless nights it took me – and my colleagues? To restructure your family’s ancient way of extracting profits? To teach them to budget as per 21st century standards and not like a mediaeval polygar? To remove their blindfold and make them rework their trust funds?” Nandini’s voice quivered, hoping to mask her envy.

“I’m willing to reimburse….. the sleepless nights. Just yours” he winked, running his eyes appreciatively over her form. He hoped his shameless flirting will mask his inner self – a little boy desperate for love and acceptance.

She gulped- climbing up the social ladder alone made her a cynic. But something about him turned her into a babe-in-the woods, believing or true love, destiny and other such fluff.

“Too bloody late. I’m a hired worker- and my work just ended” her mind turned just as she uttered it.

How much longer was she going to slog for others?

Her intelligence used to improve the lives of those she hated….

Rich clients viewing her as dirt the moment they no longer needed her. She was twice the women they were yet they're her social superiors?

No matter what – she’ll never be good enough for him.

Neither attain nor forget him. Like an annoying preteen crush on a Jonas brother that refuses to fade.

She wanted him.. unprofessional conduct be damned! She deserved this.

Just an itch to be scratched, right?

“Aren’t army boys notorious for womanising” she blithely challenged, her eyes teasing him

“I wouldn’t know– haven’t had a proper break in years “ his exhaustion creaked through his attempt at sass.

“Welcome home, soldier” she smiled sarcastically. She was gonna get back at them – and have fun doing it.

She kissed him, her lips furious. Fury over his snobbish family, his lack of contact, of disappointed hopes and frustration that her fury only turned him on. He reciprocated passionately, desperate to stake claim over her while accepting her ministrations.

His fingers teasingly ghosted over her back, attempting to find a closure.

Unwrapping that sinfully wet sari gave him more pleasure than successfully defending territory. He was also pleased she was no wilting flower, furiously pushing his military jacket off his shoulders and attacking his shirt buttons next.

Well this is what happens when passion is suppressed for too long, they mused- their busy careers requiring them to be on best behaviour.

He laid her on the couch, admiring the vision of his greatest conquest – and aware that he would soon become her’s- before quickly joining her. His patience was wearing thin, she sensed as his grip grew tighter while grabbing her. The sight of him, the perfect aristocratic officer, losing control over her made her feel powerful.

More powerful than graduating or transforming near-bankrupt businesses.

“Don’t make me wait anymore, Nandini” he hoarsely whispered, exciting her more than ever before.

This is happening her mind giddily said butterflies invading her tummy. He laid the blanket she used, beneath her and ensured her comfort before kissing her again.

He gently cajoled her, speaking sweet words as their hips met. It was anything beyond what either of them had imagined as lovelorn youths- the pleasure so sinfully divine that the world that tried to part them became immaterial.

The downpour increased in intensity, almost encouraging the duo to keep pace.

She kissed his chest, as he pleaded her not to close her eyes when she attained euphoria. She egged him on, desperate to make him break resolve – and succeeded when he moaned.

He laid next to her, admiring her confident display, and sleepily smooched her shoulder.

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funguslesbian · 1 year

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oh HELL yes Two haunting the SHIT out of Iggy, how much of that ghost is still Peter and how much is Lingering Malevolence?? /chinhands, popcorn

YES!!!! YES!!!!!! YOU GET IT!!!!! YOURE ASKING THE QUESTIONS(TM) Ok i'm gonna put this under a read more cause i wanna infodump a little bit (cw mentions of hallucinations/mental health/unreality??? kinda???)

ok ok ok ok so-

if i ever do anything with this concept e.g. write a fic (which i definitely want to do!!.....when i write all the other fics i want to write) i would want it to be sort of ambiguous whether the thing haunting Iggy is actually Peter 2 or if it's all in Iggy's head??? Maybe it's some sort of entity that got released by the explosion and took the form of Peter 2!!! Who knows!!!!! But I definitely want to play around with that ambiguity in the way that "Two" acts,cause Ignatius only saw certain parts of Peter,and just about everything Ignatius did pissed him off in one way or another. And yeah,Two was sarcastic and short-tempered and maybe the war had more of an effect on him than he ever wanted to admit,but he was also a son and a brother and a father.But he also died in a horrific way because of Ignatius and Norman,so maybe that rage is just....all that's left of him now. Or maybe Ignatius is just suffering from radiation poisoning,has a family history of mental illness,and is absolutely consumed by guilt???? Who fucking knows!!!!!

(Another fun thing for Ambiguity(tm): "Two" constantly mentioning his children and how Ignatius ripped him from them,but never mentioning his wife (at least,not by name),because Mary was already gone by the time the explosion happened,so Iggy wouldn't know anything about her without Peter mentioning her.) Also the whole idea of Ignatius trying to figure out if he's actually being haunted or if he's going insane from isolation and paranoia??? Because the idea of someone who's death was a direct result of his actions tormenting him for the rest of his life is fucking terrifying.And this....thing wearing Peter's face only ever comes to him when he's alone and at his absolute worst; he has nothing to go off of except his own perceptions.He's read his father's notes (as intelligible as some of them were), he has a vague idea of what Matter can do,but those men in Africa were bodies,they were flesh,this creature torturing him is all smoke and slime and the stench of ozone.

But maybe it is real???? Maybe this man,who's father had caused Ignatius' own so much pain,who seemed to have lived a happy,fulfilling life simply to spite Ignatius,maybe when the very thing that had brought his family so much good fortune,that had brought his family together in the first place,the thing that his very DNA seemed to be soaked in.......maybe when it finally killed him,it just couldn't bear to let him go.

#ask #steam powered giraffe #peter walter ii #I'm so normal about this can you tell

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“ I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented.”

taesun choe : tai . 28.09.1996, she / her. born in melbourne, australia. libra, enfp. musician, songwriter and actress. ( penned by peppy )

application ⋆ aesthetics ⋆ soundtrack ⋆ relationships

biography.

ONE. born in south korea, but raised in melbourne, australia, a land she calls home to this day. an only child, her mother is a well-known actress and model, and her father, an aspiring screenwriter who never fulfilled his dreams, and later became a bookstore owner. their relationship was the talk of the media from the start, and as a result, tai has been surrounded by cameras from an early age.

TWO. since childhood, rubbing shoulders with famous people, it was logical that tai wanted to follow in her mother's footsteps, due to her good relationships it was easy to get jobs for her daughter, it was fun, exciting, her earliest memories are of being on a set, small roles for all type of series, modeling gigs for clothing catalogs and a handful of tv commercials, nothing very significant or substantial actually, just a little girl dreaming about stars and ballerinas.

THREE. she discovers her true passion latter on, showing a natural talent for music. at twelve years old, she enters a talent show where she comes in second and everything cascades from there, signing a contract with the label and with her mother, who doubled as an agent, controlling, and taking care of every aspect of her life, at age nineteen she became a recognizable face for the australian public, soon enough there is one hit single and others coming up. and of course, tai enjoyed her profession, with an undying love for music and playing pretend.

FOUR. but everything that goes up has to come down, cruel comments began to appear sooner rather than later, 'tai is only someone daughter', 'talentless singer’, ‘industry plant’, endless variations, the seemed popular opinion, and there's only so much flak you can take before you start to believe it too, and the 'maybe they're right' appearing on her mind, little by little her presentations stopped having the enthusiasm, the accustomed radiance, in her mind it is useless to try so hard if they are going to hate you anyways.

FIVE. it all culminates in a fateful live performance on a morning show, the release of a new single, and an altercation produced by a anxiety attack, too public to be swept under the rug, and nothing was the same from then on. there isn't much left to do, her reputation already being tarnished, and the only way other than to retrieve with what's left and the goals that weren't met.

SIX. giving her music career a second chance doesn't happen until years later, in fact, she moves to california to study for a degree in history, the glitz and the glamours, the feeling of being loved by a crowd, are just so alluring, and whats the worst that can happen? it turns out, tai finds out almost right away, the worst thing that can happen it succeeding, trapped by your own ambitions, by your own dreams.

psychology.

the kind of person who can't fake a smile, but smiles often, easy-going attitude, FRIENDLY, although bad for small talk, constantly commits the sin of being to QUIET, sullen even, she likes to think of herself as a proper tortured artist. DISCIPLINED like few , she puts her tasks at the center of her life, there is a certain obsession with being virtuous, which leads her to be SELF-CRITICAL with her own mistakes. she enjoys cotidianity and a simple life, with deep-rooted customs, it is difficult for her to leave her comfort zone, which makes her a bit LONELY, but she is absurdly LOYAL, willing to take risks for those they consider valuable people in her life.

artistically.

music claims: mitski, luna li & willow.

actress claims: ( don't have a specific list yet, but she only does supporting roles in horror and drama )

wanteds.

long term crush. she literally develops crushes on anyone who is nice to her for two seconds, what happens with this specific person is that, surely, they became friends, and tai never lost her crush on them, and she doesn't confess anything either because she is terrified that the other person doesn't feel the same. can be reciprocated or unrequited, it's about the craving, actually.

ex almost something. the kind of relationship they could have even gotten married in, but nothing ever really happened, I guess things ended just because of the long term crush mentioned above. tai just can't get over it and that's how the relationship is ruined, it's really about the angst.

dearest frenemie. they just can't stand each other, but there's something there, it's not that they really hate each other, it's just their worldviews are too different, but you got to work on a project together, and you're the only other person in the whole cast with the one I can talk about, if you are insufferable the others are so much worse.

stranger like me. they are both a bit averse to public life and prefer to just live their lives minding their own business, I imagine they can spend hours talking to each other over coffee, bonus points if they can geek about music, literature, history or art in general.

this being said, i really open to plotting almost anything! .

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Okay so Sherry might actually be Sarah which is true you're calling her Sherry and who then would be Morton show be but possibly bja and it's going on like that now we've had it with you guys pretending you're two different characters with the same motif the different bodies you look different you're idiots okay. But your stuff is not nice and we're going to be mean to you you're mean to our son and you're going to regret it every moment of your life that you have left right now you're dying all over the world and a steady rate the death rate is now up to 0.067% and climbing soon it will be 0.1%, and that is the whole rate you're going to lose another half percent today and you'll be to 10.5% off Island yeah that's what you're croaking and you haven't gone down much after the max and they're just going to do their thing and that's what you're waiting for so we are going to have to do stuff and minority you attacking them in their Islands and you're trying for their caverns so you're starting s*** and it's going to be a problem cuz you don't really have a fleet you have a very small one like 100 billion to bja 200 billion with Tommy f and 300 billion with Trump and you're all contemplating who would win at Titan and he has to go to the ships so you're trying to push people there and there are some groups that zoom out and they're trying to stop them and you can't and they do take ships and they're whittling away and soon the tower ships that are there are going to be halved due to the theft they pack a punch too and they like the radiation

The several other things happening this area here is a mess these people here are total assholes and they deserve a very big long break called permanent and we're working towards that goal but while we're working at it we want people to realize it's a nightmare here his situation is very bad he's under house it's a hostile holding of his person he can't move out of this town you can't leave the town more or less he's stuck by a situation and proxy he is held here to the money and we take it that way and we are reacting like it's hostage situation and we are making demands if you don't meet the demands you do end up executed.

-we're going to have to begin to limit access to him for certain people constantly right now there's a lot of activity up north and in Tampa they did come down they're sending more and more and it's going to be a huge influx and surely you people here will feel it and you're full of nonsense okay we do need to limit you that's what you can do and we'll beginning that now.

-other than the pseudo empire are coming down we're forced to come down with them and foreigners and Max and we don't like the living quarters and we're fixing it so we can stay and you thought we would just leave but that's not right if you don't give us the permits we will kill you if you mess with us when we're constructing things so we will kill you and if you don't like the way it's coming out we're going to kill you you finally driving by making dumb comments harassment we will follow you and kill you and take over your house and we'll kill your clan and yeah we've had it with you you're fired. We do see what your plan is

: your plan is to force the activation of the robots to take over the general populace to force your way on everything else so yeah everybody's at your robots and we are too and mostly we have all of it covered and we're increasing our Force it's a robots

-you're never going to get out of this live Trump you made a fool out of yourself and your people and your kind. You are a pitiful creature and you wreck things for them and you set them up for a complete failure in the future what you won't be in we don't feel bad for you we just feel that others should know what a failure you are and they're saying it last night and they got captured and questioned and they regret it but you're the problem they say are you supposed to activate them if you don't control them you say a lot of junk people know about that stuff you idiot

-they just consternating it doesn't mean you're right and you're argument. You argue and you say stuff and you feel better and you're arguing with yourself mostly and it doesn't mean anything it takes the robots they scan them the scanners deactivate devices anything left to just wires and they put a new hardware why is it so hard to understand they have all your notes and they capture you and they're better at tech most of the people grabbing them it's really annoying as hell what you need is a taste of it everyday and a bigger taste and a bigger taste untill you shut up

-they're going to be a huge a****** and not bother to try until you lose you're going to lose if anything happens you're going to be dead I know needs to rub it in which they needs you out of the way

-our son says you are steaming hot Jew and a Jew bag that's all you are a massive one and you don't have that much power and you're losing whatever you have you won't be able to gain power you just a big huge Jew bag

-we have several things to report when is tomorrow's not going to go nicely for you whatever your name is Trump they're going to get beat up in court and people going to shut you down you might even get some jail time and you might get house arrest that would be good you really need it and you'll have a record we need you to know that those contempt of court notices it means you have a criminal record the federal law you can't run for office and you don't know that but they have a court case coming up against you I have several the other one got postponed not sure till when but there are others who want to take over the case and I'm not related to you and they're going to shortly.

-Trump's caverns are going to be attacked tonight in the Western hemisphere tell me Allen to mask a huge army he has a massive Force he's arming them with all sorts of things and he is seeking the stuff from the cities to stop him from activating it his program but when he goes down there huge forces are gathering in the cities to go in and grab stuff massive forces in the Eastern hemisphere of finishing up and it's going to be a humongous attack huge he's a huge stashes in cash is rated all day overseas and they're missing a lot of stuff probably 35% of it is gone and Trump has 5% leaving almost a little bit more than half and in the Western hemisphere there and will be a bleeding of that place down to maybe 25% in one night that's how many people are pissed off cuz he knows they're huge huge caverns

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Tricks of a Happier Everyday life

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We all know which our health is being tormented by the degree of bliss we feel in this lives. The pleased we are, the far healthier (and wealthier) you get. So , getting into now, make the decision to become happy! Use these suggestions as a self desire exercise to help you find the necessary self reason skills which will help anyone on your path to peace.

Be grateful. Take the chance to thank this bus driver to take you to your vacation destination safely, thank your mailman for getting you your -mail each day, thank anyone that helps you. It's going to make you feel various inside.

Laugh. Bust a gut as much as you can. Laughing out loud is known to be the perfect medicine for the whole thing. If you know a good lie tell it for a family and friends. Also, try and see the humour a good habits. We all have any peculiar ones.

Physical exercise. Go to the gym, frolic in the water, play tennis or simply do something that effects the endorphins put out in your body. By regular exercise regularly, you modify the way you think along with your body chemicals. You will probably start to look much better and be more confident inside you and your physical structure.

Leave the news meant for what it is. Thing is stressful. Greater than 95% of it is actually bad news, exactly why would someone would you want to absorb that?

Practice moment management. Set ones own goals, plan these individuals, prioritize them. As a result, you will be able to work with and finish a list on a daily basis, which supports you experience happiness along with contentment.

Work very difficult. By doing so you will make enormous personal pleasure and it will help you have got a sense of price about yourself.

Study new things. A vintage advice. Learning completely new things is an enriching exercise that will practically expand your society and create a lot more opportunities for you down the road.

Express your sentiments. Show affection together with warmth to the consumers around you and additionally in that let go of a person's fears.

Find psychic connections. By being touching spirituality on a regular basis people foster inner calm and balance.

Enable other people. This will supply warm, energizing sensing. The more positive strength you put into this approach world, the more you'll get in return.

Live in the instant. Instead of just adding days or weeks to your life, add more life to your days and nights. Keep in mind that the only time frame we really have is actually - just this particular moment. Don't let something rob you in your life and happiness.

Usually do not expect your long term to be a certain strategy. By doing so you'll be far more content with what you have recently - and this working experience will continue later on.

Take bubble bath. Relax, feel the heat of the water, participate in some soft new music - this will having a positive feeling that could accompany you for ones rest of the day.

Transfer to your favorite beats. It will make you truly feel more vibrant in addition to alive.

Take a holiday retreat. Vacations are re-energizing and energizing. They may get you physically from all the day-to-day loves you of living and let you to focus on stuff that you enjoy.

Look at the comical side of everyday life. Look around you to get funny things. These are happening, just seek out them.

Make a choice to get happy. In order to be contented you have to intend to come to be happy. It's a matter of choice and it's really in your power to take action.

Quiet your mind. Your head is always flying round, constantly chattering, mixing up fears along with distorting our awareness of the world. Vary perceptions of issues by altering your notions. Rein them is normally, get still and become right with The almighty. Prayer and introspection are powerful instrument that can help you silent and discipline a rumblings of your your head.

Push past the ache. Terrible stuff transpires. It's natural. Nonetheless it's in our capacity to push past today. When your mind clamps down on your pain, it is so self-focused evidently the whole world disappears. However , there is always more having. Spring will come once again and the sun definitely will rise. Your joy and happiness depends on your chance to liberate yourself through your small story. Contend with your issues. To create happiness you have to threaten the self busting patterns that you have established.

Get rid of negativity. Sarcasm, cynicism, fault getting, jealousy, bullying, bandying about gossip, terrible words - you need to forget all these. As soon as your immediate response to all the things is negative, it's important to push the give up button.

Know ones worth. The modern end user society dupes you and me into believing of which to be happy we should live in a bigger residence, drive a bigger VEHICLE, be prettier, become thinner, have more sexual climaxes… but it's all of lies. You don't need some of these to be happy. Ohio, they may bring you your temporary high enjoyment, feelings of pleasure and maybe even fervor, but lasting well-being can't be ordered on a Neiman Marcus index. All you really have to can is show up together with follow your cardiovascular, because happiness can be deeply personal.

Subsistence your spirit. Cheerful people have a full spiritual life and additionally strong beliefs, that positively supports their particular growth.

Act right now. Do it now, get chaotic, become so adjoined in living so that you can won't find period to feel bad. You're happy.

Tell ones own close ones what amount of you love them. Accomplish this often.

Have a snake or a dog? Caress them often. They can reward you along with positive energy.

Teeth a lot. Your have fun will make others grin. Always wear a good smile. J

Supply lots of compliments. This may make others believe good about on their own and at the same time it will likewise give you pleasure.

Help make small gifts for your friends. Giving can be more pleasurable than getting.

On the same note being the previous tip, supply regularly to charitable groups of your choice.

Are around yourself with relaxing smells. It's visible that a good stink creates a positive mentality.

Stay close to design. It is beautiful and yes it fills you by using energy.

Spend some time seeing the night sky. Looking at the distances in addition to time involved will enable you to see your life along with concerns in outlook.

Listen to classic audio. It's a relaxing knowledge that allows you to detach from the daily life.

Pay a visit to places you've do not seen before. Completely new things are at all times exciting.

Do something you may have never done previous to.

Keep a appointments or a journal. It will eventually add structure to the life and it will help you easily revisit fun.

Look for the sensei inside yourself. That you are unique and very extraordinary, so you should admiration yourself.

This way some will respect everyone too.

Take time to discover what is important in your life.

Consider the times when you was feeling happy. Repeat the situations you did long ago.

Be thankful designed for what is working in your health right now.

Change a thought process. If you find yourself thinking that important things aren't going to come up with - think again. Envision the best outcome and next get to work to earn it happen.

Loosen up, calm down, take issues slower.

Lighten up and take yourself much too seriously. Stress leads to many problems inside your life.

Be yourself. Do not compare yourself to one another people and don't make it possible for criticism worry most people - you can't you need to everybody, and you don't need to.

Have a relaxation as well as a quiet time every day. All five minutes are sufficient to strengthen anyone and to allow stress to evaporate.

Obtain a job you love. It is rather important to do something that you just enjoy. If you don't like or dislike cannot job, seriously consider altering it.

Choose the right pals and companions. Get involved with activities that show who you are and acquire to know people who write about the same passions when you.

If you're feeling unhappy, there's nothing like seeing your friends. I ensure they will make you look better.

Set intention and live up to all of them. It's a great sensation when you accomplish an ambition.

Be healthy. Workouts, eat a healthy diet also remember to fulfill your faith based needs.

Have a effortless mental strategy to life. Research shows that happy people accomplish this.

Listen to music generates you feel good. Make an effort something uplifting or upbeat in the morning.

Become honest with your own self. We lie so that you can ourselves more often as opposed to others lie to be able to us.

Get loads of sleep every night. You should have energy.

The true critical to happiness is planned to be happy with what you surely have. Never compare a person's live to that within the others.

This is the menu for happiness. If perhaps after following this you're still unhappy, then you're sometimes a robot or a alien.

In the old case, advices usually do not work. You should observe an electronics professional.

In the latter scenario, go home for the planet.

Have a teeth and start being cheerful!

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itspileofgoodthings · 2 years

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I only half believe this because I truly believe that doing the right thing can be synonymous with doing the hardest and most painful thing but also——

good solid and true moral wisdom doesn’t hurt you past the point of ever healing or being able to function. if someone is recommending a course of action to you and it‘s tearing you apart to contemplate it or to follow it there’s probably something wrong with that advice.

#or let me put it this way. God’s wounds are pure wounds. they’re clean #they take courage to embrace and to face and they absolutely do hurt!!!!!!!!!!!#but they don’t fester and they don’t torture and they don’t unsettle #so if you’re trying to follow moral advice that does any of those things …… it probably ain’t if fam #there’s a lot of nuance to be added here re: developing your own conscience and doing a certain amount of strength training and refining #in your own emotional life #but like. yeah.#it was really important to me for a while —that concept of doing the hard thing can break your heart #and it still is!!!! but actually there is a martyr-ish blindness that thinks the path of virtue is paved with thorns #that unrelentingly tear you to pieces and it’s like ………….#1) grow up #2) the path IS thorny and narrow #the cross is real!!!!!!!!!!!#the cross also brings peace.#not as the world gives sure!#but !! it !!!!!! is !!!!!!!!!! peace !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#it is not torture #if you are constantly tormented by trying to live a certain way that is your body/soul trying to tell you something is wrong #your comfort is not the ultimate test of whether or not something is the right moral course of action!!!#but it is PART of discerning it #you need to calm down!!!!!!!!! smell some roses!!!!!!!!!! and take the most common sense advice you can!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#if you're stuck in a toxically morally evil situation then yeah. it will take a knife to set you free #but it will not continue to needle you forever! there will be peace even in the sharpest wound of it #there's either emotional self-indulgence where the pain is something you're holding ONTO or the situation causing it is bad!!!#anyway i feel i still need to distinguish between the kinds of suffering but i'm talking about the panicky never-ending festering kind #we ARE actually pretty good at figuring out if we're at peace underneath a wound. or at least we can if we investigate #me: i can't explain! no time for nuance! also me: tries to add nuance in the tags #no idea where this came from but here you go

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scarletarosa · 4 years

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The Demons

These entities which have been constantly claimed to be evil by Abrahamic religions are much more than what they have been portrayed to be. This is an account based off my many years of working with these beings and speaking to them about their history, mindsets, and values.

Origin: As the demons and deities have told, Jehovah is not actually the supreme deity, but rather an imposter for the Source (whose counterpart is the Queen of Heaven). The first demons to exist were once angels (agents of the Source/Queen) and many of them were deities (since “angels” is an umbrella-term for all sorts of spirits tasked with directly serving the supreme God and Goddess). When Jehovah had arrived to seize control over the Universe and Earth, Lucifer, the first-born deity from the Source, had led a war against him; yet this traumatic battle ended horribly. Jehovah’s power as an Aeonic god (a deity who creates the physical and metaphysical Universes) outmatched the power of the Universal gods, yet he had been crippled. He defeated them and banished the divine beings who rebelled against his tyranny into the land of torment, Hell, and destroyed their original homeland in the heavens.

Upon arriving in Hell, the fallen angels became demons due to the dark energies of Hell; this caused them to lose their divine glow and become more dark and intimidating in appearance. Their wings blackened, they grew horns, and some even developed spikes on their bodies, claws, or red eyes. Yet they remained beautiful in some darker way, but their hearts were broken. The most powerful of the demons were Lucifer, Satan, and Leviathan; they became the High Kings and sought out to build their own kingdoms in Hell, each kingdom following their own values. From this time on, they became primarily focused on war and revenge. Their new realm began being used by the divine Judges of the Underworld who send evil souls there, allowing the three High Kings to determine torments for them (all evil people are sent to Hell, whether they follow Jehovah or not).

With the rise of Abrahamic religions, the demons and even some polytheistic deities were labeled as “evil” and were taught to represent the very things which they opposed. Where they teach Lucifer to represent lies, he is instead truth/knowledge, Mammon as greed when he is generosity, Lilith as infertility when she is life/motherhood, Asmodeus as lust when he is love. Yet it is as they say, that the “victors get to write history” and the rebels who fought against a tyrant are portrayed as the ones who are evil. Additionally, not all demons began as fallen angels, as some were gods whose people had been slaughtered and the deities had lost themselves to grief. But instead of allowing them to suffer, many had been recruited by Lucifer into his own kingdom.

The Three Kingdoms:

The kingdom ruled by Lucifer and his wife, Lilith, is set in a desert wasteland of eternal twilight, but some demons managed to develop oases here. The land looks extremely ancient and mysterious, with some smoldering ruins in the distance. Queen Lilith is viewed as the demons’ Mother Goddess due to her many children and her motherly nature. This kingdom has many areas which are filled with tormented corrupt souls, even gruesome scenes of them being torn apart over and over or having unspeakable things done to them. The values of this kingdom primarily include the seeking of knowledge, wisdom, justice, and developing strength through hardships. Overall, Lucifer is the Initiator towards Illumination, the prime light, and the beam which shatters ignorance.

The kingdom ruled by Satan and his wife, Ashtoreth, is a dark volcanic land. The landscape reflects strongly Satan’s personality of being easily angered, rebellious, fearless, and destructive. He has many people being burned alive in pits of lava and many other torments within his domain. Satan’s kingdom primarily values military might, aggressive revolutions, and strength of character. Satan is the fiery rebel who incites civil unrest and causes revolutions. Without him, there is apathy and submission to dictatorships.

The kingdom ruled by Leviathan is a desolate place of steep canyons and emptiness; the energy of this place can fill a human with crushing loneliness beyond imagining, only the demons can withstand it. This kingdom is the most well-defended one since Leviathan focuses primarily on defense whereas the other two are moreso offensive. King Leviathan is a draconic deity who rules over loneliness, desolation, solitude, and deep feelings of despair. He was once one of the Watchers who dwelt in the sea of Earth, but after the War, he greatly changed. Overall, Leviathan destroys everything that is redundant, whether it be places, people, or ideas; he tears through them all. He tends to be cold, calculating, serious, and very withdrawn.

Values: Overall, demons are wise beings who seek to darkly illuminate individuals of Truth, no matter how upsetting it often is. They also teach people how to be strong by putting us through hardships that we must overcome, yet will offer advice if asked. The demons are therefore pedagogues who urge us towards overcoming our weaknesses and seeking spiritual evolution so we may become stronger than ordinary humans. Due to their painful pasts of great loss, the demons are one of the spirit races who best know what it means to overcome suffering and instead allow it to transform you. They often teach this when asked, otherwise, they usually target evil people during their lives by inflicting bad situations upon them or causing them to have cancers or other health issues.

The demons value wisdom and strength that is gained through walking the solitary path through Hell. It is a path that tears a person apart until they are finally reborn as something far more capable and knowledgeable of who they truly are. It is the demons who know that wisdom is paid for through blood and the sacrifice of one’s current self, and they seek to teach humans how to walk this path. Typically, the demons do not hold the majority of humans in high regard; both for the obvious reasons and because they have watched humans allow themselves to grow weaker over the ages. They seek humans who are willing to step into the abyssal darkness in order to find the light, and those who are willing to forego all that they were taught so they can learn the truth. They teach that once a person removes all of their chains of emotional burden and false beliefs, it is only then that they will they be free and find illumination.

Hierarchy: The highest-ranking demons in Hell are the High Kings and the Queens. These rulers are the ones who appoint promising and trustworthy demons of their courts to certain military ranks of nobility. These (in order of highest to lowest) are as such: kings, dukes, princes, marquises, earls, knights, and presidents. There is also a War Master for each kingdom, whose authority is second-in-command to their High King and Queen. The Goetic demons (the nobility of Hell) are all deities whereas the non-nobles can be either deities or semi-divine demons (as offspring of other demons). Among the nobility of Hell are also the children of the Kings and Queens, since they through blood hold a significant title.

Demons are also capable of being exiled from Hell if they turn traitor. Although exile for demons means that they will be tortured to death. Upon the death of a spirit, their manifestation is torn apart and it takes many years (sometimes hundreds) to reform. Once they reform, they cannot return to Hell. There have been plenty of traitorous demons in Hell, as not all of them remain loyal and every race of beings has their fair share of corruption. For demons, some begin seeking more power or destruction and so often secretly pledge themselves to the snake-god of evil, Apep. This causes the rogue demons to begin trying to assassinate their own kind, but are quickly discovered and sentenced to a horrific death. Due to these, it is important to remember that not all demons are safe to work with and that it is best to go through their rulers when asking for who best to trust. However, the majority of the Goetia have remained faithful as only a few have ever been exiled; so they are typically safe to work with. A few examples of demons who are very unsafe to work with are Pazuzu, Moloch, and Amy.

Working with Demons: When working with the demonic race, it is best to keep an open-mind and be honest with them. They strongly value those who seek to learn more about who demons truly are and who also seek to better themselves through hardships. Remember to be respectful of these beings and to not treat them in belittling ways (such as calling them nicknames). It is also wise to dress appropriately when calling upon them to manifest in your area; do not dress in sleepwear (especially for the Goetia or other royalty). Additionally, make certain that you do not use any ritualistic summonings to call upon them, as they will be offended by this and leave (no evocation triangles or anything of that sort). One can however feel free to use their enns to either call upon them, meditate upon them, or chant the enns to bless things in a demon’s honour. Make certain that you treat them just as you would any honoured mentor and do not mock them or make lustful moves towards them since there are many demons who do not hesitate to punish humans for doing this.

One thing that everyone going into demonolatry should always keep in mind is that you should never offer a demon your blood unless you completely understand what you are doing and who you are offering it to, When a person offers their blood to a demon, it is essentially you making a binding contract of devotion to them. If this demon turns out to be a harmful one, they now have the power to do to you whatever they please and you basically belong to them. So this action is overall something unwise. Something else to keep in mind is that the idea of “selling one’s soul” is not only impossible (since the soul is the higher self and is not ours to sell) but it also invites the malevolent tar spirits to you. Once a tar spirit gets ahold of a person wishing to sell themself, the person is now at risk of being possessed by them.

Overall, remember to be polite when working with demons (no need to be overly polite but be respectful at least) and take time to give them offerings when they do something to help you. As for the race of spirits called “tar spirits”, they at times like to pretend to be demons. So if a demon is acting strange towards you or is being harmful, there is a strong chance that it’s actually a tar spirit in disguise; although they can be banished by using an astral attack.

Links: The Angels, Tar Spirits, The Source, Lucifer, Lilith, Satan, Ashtoreth, Leviathan

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imaginethebeautifulworld · 3 years

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Let’s say England has a long-term girlfriend he knows isn’t the biggest fan of marriage bc her family had been really really pushy (before she got the heck out of dodge) about her marrying + reproducing ASAP. How might he react if she came to him and said she was kinda starting to like the general concept of marrying him — that is, the whole ‘together forever’ bit. Thanks!

I confess darling that I have been trying to finish this prompt for well over a year, and I offer my sincerest apologies that it’s taken me this long to finish it. Still, despite my tardiness, I hope you enjoy, and I thank you for your patience with me.

You had never intended to fall in love, not with the constant push of your relatives to fall in line like a perfect child.

First, marriage to someone they deemed acceptable, raising the perfect 2.5 children, followed by quietly settling into parenthood and complaisant contentment until the day you last drew breath.

Truth of the matter was, you had avoided all chances of romance for the first few years after you moved away from home, carefully slipping away from anyone who seemed remotely interested in you.

You knew your folks would have disproved such behaviour had they learnt the truth, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to care. You had your own dreams to pursue, your own story to tell, your own life to live; you didn't need someone by your side to feel complete.

You were happy as you were, finding enjoyment in your work and figuring out your place in the world.

You didn’t need, or frankly want, anything more than that.

That was of course until you met him.

Falling in love with Arthur Kirkland had been a complete accident. He slipped past all of your defenses and took up residence in your heart as if he had always belonged there.

It started out slow enough; at first you simply knew him as a familiar face from the cafe in Waterstones, steaming cup of Darjeeling and a chocolate croissant sitting forgotten on the table in front of him, always too focused on his reading to pay any attention to the outside world. After one particularly crowded Sunday afternoon, he began to transition into your favorite dining companion, the two of you often taking turns paying for each other’s food. Slowly but surely, you began forgetting about your books, too wrapped up in conversation, and before you knew it-

You had come to love every part of him- the gentleman that you begrudgingly introduced to your parents, the rebellious and passionate activist, the cocky and playful little shit who had long ago memorised all the best ways to disarm you, and the ancient soul who cared so deeply, who still stretched himself thin most days in effort to protect each of his loved ones.

You fell in love with his voice, whispering sonnets and sonatas and sweet nothings in your ear while his arms cradled you from behind.

You fell in love with his eyes, still losing your footing sometimes when the light caught them just right, dreaming momentarily of summer forests and grassy glades and the misty dews of spring.

You fell in love with his smiles, from the satisfied grin at stirring up Peter’s ire to the breathless wonder each time you kissed or complimented him, to the bright, beautiful, blinding smile he wore when he was incandescently happy, his entire countenance iridescent from his joy.

You loved him completely- for his devotion, for his sweet gestures, for his damned impishness, for his wit, his sass, and the soft spoken affection.

You loved him: for his patience, for his recklessness, for his resilience, for his possessive pride that was somehow more charming than alarming.

He was unique, an enigma that, even after having lived together for years and dating even longer, kept you on your toes, his energy and random spouts of spontaneity proving to you that, even if you spent one hundred lifetimes with him, he would always remain a puzzle you would never fully solve.

And by God did you want to.

Arthur had stolen your heart away from you before you had even noticed he was close enough to take it, offering his own in its stead.

You had remained reluctant, confided in him your fears about settling down, how much you dreaded becoming trapped in a monotonous rut of tedium. He was quick to reassure you, showing through words and actions far more impassioned and teasing than he had ever shown prior, that an eternity with him could never be boring.

Even on quiet days, like today, with a steady drizzle painting the world in greys, Arthur humming quietly while adding another patch to his denim vest, and no other disturbance apart from the cat’s chittering at the robins playing in a puddle by the iron fence- Even now, you weren’t so much bored as you were pensive.

You had been thinking about a future with him a lot in the past few days, some irrelevant ad on your mobile about wedding venues catching your attention and slithering into the back of your mind.

What kind of wedding would he like? Would Arthur prefer something small and intimate, or would his hubris crave a larger venue, giving him yet another chance to prove to the world that he belonged at your side, no one else? You couldn’t help but wonder if he would wear his uniform or a suit, if he would leave the rats' nest he called a hairstyle untouched, or if he would perhaps slick it back in that way that somehow made the normal rakishness disappear, a confident, refined cavalier standing in his place.

You knew of course that none of this mattered unless you actually talked to him first; as far as you were aware, he was content with the current arrangement, and he respected your views of marriage.

He had known, for a long time, just where the grim outlook stemmed from, and he never breached the subject again.

But now-

You had thought it was enough to hold his love, his faith, his vulnerabilities. But life was so fleeting, and now those few things were no longer enough.

You wanted to wake up every morning next to him, wanted the cheesy partners’ towel and flip flop sets. You wanted the physical reminder that you held his heart, the comforting reminder that he completely possessed your own. You wanted to be by his side forever, holding his hand through the good and the ill, facing new worlds and challenges and the uncertain future together.

You knew the risks, of course.

Marriage to a Nation carried an even heavier burden than the simple oath of “till death do us part.”

No, marrying Arthur would mean weaving your entire lives together, binding you on a spiritual level far surpassing mortality; it would mean sacrificing your chance to ever grow old, to eternally give yourself away: heart, mind, body, and soul.

But this was Arthur, who sang showtunes in the shower, who spent hours making silly faces at the cat, who was ridiculously competitive about Halloween costumes, the man who sat down and memorised the entirety of The Tempest in one night just for the bragging rights.

He already owned your heart, constantly invaded your thoughts and daydreams, and God knew he had long, long ago claimed your body, making certain not a single millimeter of his new territory went unexplored.

Would it really be so bad to give him your soul, too?

Glancing back up, seeing his eyes narrowed in concentration, his fingers handling the needle with expert precision, lips slightly parted, reading glasses fallen halfway down his nose-

You knew your answer.

It was always going to be Arthur for you, only Arthur.

Forever, should he have you.

But now you faced the challenge of telling him that.

It should be simple enough; you really held no more secrets from him, and he no longer bothered trying to hide anything from you. You loved how open you were with one another, cherished the honesty that served as the very foundation to your relationship.

But the truth was that you were terrified.

It had been so long since either of you had spoken of marriage, since the topic was even a thought in your minds, and-

What if he didn't want you anymore?

What if he-

"I can see the steam coming outta your ears."

The unexpected presence of Arthur's voice startled you, eyes darting back over to the very man who was unwittingly tormenting you.

He had barely moved from his earlier position, though his glasses had been pushed up into his hair and he was studying you curiously, if not bemusedly.

"You good there?"

By default, you nearly responded with an affirmative, some playful, lighthearted thing that would have dismissed his concern immediately. You cut yourself off mid-start, then, while shifting to sit properly in the armchair, you decided to push forward. "Can we talk?"

You watched as his expression shifted, revealing his concern as he tied off his thread, setting aside the patchwork and gestured for you to join him on the sofa.

There were a few awkward moments where you took up your favourite positions, Arthur tossing an afghan across the pair of you despite your insistence that you didn't need one, the flicker of a grin as you begrudgingly thanked him, and then shifting around as you both got comfortable, but soon enough-

"Alright, now; talketh at-eth me."

It was impossible to fight the smile his choice of words triggered, a reference to an inside joke so old now that you could scarcely recall its origin. Seeming to deem it a success, his own soft, reassuring smile greeted you.

"Seriously though, luv-" His hand came to rest atop your own, his fingers gently tapping a familiar rhythm against your skin. "What's troubling you?"

You were half-tempted to offer something short of sincerity, something innocuous and mundane that you could both laugh over and forget again within a few hours. Yet, you knew that if you didn't tell him now, didn't ask him now, you would never find the courage again.

"I've been thinking-"

"Ah. A scary premise in its own right."

"Oh, shut up," you retorted to his tease, smacking his arm for his troubles. He rewarded you with a grin, all fondness and mischief. Opting to ignore him, you pressed on, eyes downcast to avoid whatever judgement he may offer.

"As I was trying to say earlier, before I was so rudely interrupted-" The teasing fell off, and the worry crept back in. "I've been thinking. About us."

"O-oh?"

Were you not so consumed by your own anxieties, you would have noticed his stutter, would have seen the sudden tension in his posture, the fear in his eyes. As it was, you were completely oblivious to all of it, and made yourself continue at his prompting.

"I- I think I'm ready."

He mimed the word "ready" to himself, parroting it with utter befuddlement. "For wha-"

"I mean, I know I wasn't for such a long time, and-" Suddenly, you were off, half unhinged. Now that you had admitted the truth aloud, it was all rushing out of you, everything you had come to love about him, everything that-

A finger pressing firmly against your lips stopped you mid-tangent, and when you glanced up to find piercing, blazing emerald focused on you as if you were the very center of the universe, whatever remained of your ramblings disappeared entirely.

"What are you trying to say?"

A simple question, so easy to answer, yet it carried with it the weight of Infinities, demanding nothing save the truth, in its most basic state.

You were lost in his gravity, half-drowning in whatever this new feeling was. It was addicting, another riddle to be solved.

"Marry me."

Time stood still, the words weighing heavily in the space between you, now seemingly insurmountable despite being no more than mere decimeters.

Arthur showed no reaction, revealed no indication that he had even heard your plea, your query, your command, your request, and yet it echoed over and over in your own mind, the tone, the weight, the untimeliness-

Every facet- from your inflection to chosen tempo- crescandoed as an accusation, a mocking symphony that he would reject you, that you would be left with only the haunting strains of your ill-conceived proposal.

And yet-

There was a hesitation in his eyes, the face of a man who wanted wholeheartedly to believe what he had heard, but had been burned far too often in the past to dare allow himself hope.

"You-" His eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowed as he studied you once more, only for the suspicion to disappear again almost immediately, disbelief swiftly taking its place. "You're serious?"

It was then that you finally read his nervousness, understood the strange emotion reflecting in his eyes.

You had lead him to a precipice, the vast Unknown before you both, and-

And he was just as fragile as you were, even if he was better at hiding it.

You gave his hand a light squeeze, hoping to ground you both, and offered him a nod. “If you’ll have me, anyway.”

His eyes flickered between your own, darting back-and-forth so quickly in search of a lie, of any doubts, of any hint that you were less than certain- yet you knew he would find none of that.

“What about your family?”

The question took you by surprise; in the moment, you had completely forgotten anyone else even existed.

You weighed his question carefully. Marrying Arthur would give your family leave to gloat in self-satisfaction, and you knew with absolutely certainty that they would hold it over your head for the next three decades. But looking into the eyes of the man before you, remembering all that you had already seen and done together, you found that others' opinions no longer mattered, really hadn't mattered in a long, long time.

“I couldn’t care less about them. Arth-”

Whatever you were going to say was forgotten as he closed the remaining distance between you, moving so swiftly that you scarcely had a moment to steady yourself before he captured you in a searing kiss, one of his most passionate by far.

Somehow, despite the suddenness of it all, the initial force, the intensity-

He was being incredibly gentle, and moving slowly enough to almost be more a torment than a treat. Almost.

You found yourself lost in a daze when he finally pulled away, just enough for each of you to catch your breaths, just far enough that he could study you with rapt attention. You could have drowned in his eyes, endless greens magnetizing in their intensity. His hands were still cradling your cheeks, still holding you firmly in place, a not completely foreign expression creasing his features.

You couldn't quite place it, even as your memories shifted desperately in search of its mate.

"'If I'd have you?'" His words, a rhetorical refrain of your own mere moments earlier, were scarcely a shared breath between you, murmured in timbre so low it summoned a shiver. There was the smallest twitch of his lip, his head tilting ever so slightly as more of that damned deviousness made its presence known. "I fully intend to have you regardless, luv. But the formality of it all certainly adds a particular je ne sais quoi, wouldn't you agree?"

You'd be damned if he knew just how that made your heart flutter, if he knew just how much weight that reassurance had lifted from your shoulders.

Carefree, content, you offered a playful smile. "Till death do us part then?"

Arthur no longer bothered trying to restrain his smile, soft and sincere in a way that left you breathless. "I'll love you till even the stars go cold, my dear."

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