#it's janey time

[diver5ion]

[serfuzzypushover]

kind of a weird ship but can we get a lil soljane, i adore them so much

oh i LOVE weird ships i could draw em all day <3

[st4rguy]

Tha birthday girl

[valgreaves]

[jjaynze]

i can be ur boo 👻🕯

An exiled witch that lives within the forest, drowned in desolation and acrimony after her former home had been burned down—along with her dearest. Years after her vow to never use dark magic again, the flaming desire to be with her late wife ignites stronger than ever.

She is willing to make thousands of deals with the devil just to bring her back.

[yformaldehyde]

Just thinking about how Cooper Howard lost so many roles because of his commercials for Vault-Tec, most likely losing a good chunk of his wealth (plus the mansion) post divorce & also having to pay a hefty amount in alimony for Janey. His entire world came crashing because of Vault-Tec. The poor guy lost his job, lost the fortune he earned, the family life he hoped to have alongside Barb and Janey, and the love of his life. All he had left was Janey and Roosevelt with the former probably only really spending time with him on the weekends if he was lucky.

[pollsfromtheborderlands]

The lovers! Left bracket ninth seed.

[yeahthatsinteresting]

[vaulttecexec]

good after-morning! i'm here to support one (1) howard family with my absolute nonsense.

[feyhunter78]

To hell with tagging on tumblr :/ HEREZ THE FANART HEEHEE

Idk why I named rlyn Salvatore I just rlly like the name mkay

AWWW I LOVE THIS!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH😭😭💗💗💗

[biginkyboyo13]

She doesn't understand....but she is trying...

[endious]

cadie.... need ur take on janey... NOW.... 🙏 my lil sapphic heart is thumping hard for her fr

-🔪 nonnie <3

mommy? sorry.. mommy ?? sorry… mommy? sorry,,..,.

look up hot goth girl and suddenly jane is the only one showing up

she’s literally ? i cant explain it shes mean but in a condescending and sweet tone ?? DOES THAT MAKE SENSE AM I STABLE ???

“oh princess look at you, you’re shaking. did i not fuck you hard enough, hm?” and it doesnt matter what your response is because whether you agree or not she’ll claim you’re being bratty and you need an attitude adjustment. good luck because its fucking torture i’d rather get beat by jeff than be forced to crawl around naked with a collar and chain leash on because jane loves to humiliate you as much as she can. but you’re into that arent you. how far will you go before you crumble like a cookie and start to cry prettily for her forgiveness? only time will tell with jane.

shes “nice”… if you count letting you take showers with her as niceness. she’s such a possessive bitch, always got a hand on you and grabbing you tightly whenever you go somewhere with her. and if you ever mention jeff? she will get violent with you to a certain extent. slapping your face until your cheeks are sore and tears are in your eyes, forcing you to choke on her strap until you think you’re about to vomit from gagging so much. the punishments vary depending on her mood but as long as you dont ever speak of that name you’ll survive a little longer in her care.

her presence is enough to make you nervous and hiding behind her like a little puppy. she’s got this air about her that instills fear inside of you. she doesn’t often wear her mask around you either, she doesn’t feel the need to and you seem to like how she looks anyways so its a win for both sides right?

oh did i mention shes a good kisser? like you could cream your pants just from a make out session with jane. “c’mon, baby, suck on my tongue like a good girl. show me how badly you want it.” it’s so sloppy too, messy from saliva dripping onto your chin and down to your shirt. she likes defiling you though and turning you into putty in her rough textured hands. twisting you into a compliant pet with a want to satisfy her and please her.

[shadowedvales-a]

SENDER LAYS A FINGER OVER THEIR LIPS, TELLING RECIEVER TO STAY QUIET › FROM BARRY BERKMAN. @slaughtyr

AN ECHO RESTED IN THE BACK OF HER MIND. the wonder-awe of having been seen, the very notion of drawn recognition without the need to follow successful commands. seen as human, as no more than the little girl she actually was. some unspoken thing, some light-hearted brush with someone tethered to the world outside ceramic walls and chemical odours. (eleven ceased to ponder what might exist beyond, barely understood childhood was stolen beneath her nose.) none could deny the newfound sense of choice, swelling brew of attention from the doctor who'd arrived two months prior. she didn't know his name; didn't know any names of the countless people in white coats and blazers. but there's a mellowness about him, a kind pallor — the crease upon his forehead when his brows furrowed; faintly crooked smile which somehow became comforting when eleven caught whiff of it; sliver of keen resemblance in his tone when on duty. unlike others, when leading her from one test to the next, his hand consistently possessed a gentle grip. she walked alongside rather than forced to follow.

TO SELECT THE PATH OF FREEDOM OR SUBMISSION? it was her decision. stuffed lion sheltered under a bent arm, quietude ascended as the clock ticked past ten. when the door creaked open her furry friend fell off the bed in surprise, and the startled child whipped her head around to discover the means of entrance. the knot quickly forming in her stomach eased immediately at the sight of him; the look on his face, however, vastly brought it back. there was an order to accompany him, a hushed word, an outstretched hand, gleaming urgency. eleven obeyed, but the familiar warmth to his hand, she noted, contradicted against the often pleasant feeling. (later she’d realise it was sweat. barry's hands clammy from rushing adrenaline causing her hold to fall lax.) his movements are calculated as they rummage through empty hallways; occasional beeps of machinery the only proof they weren't alone. soon weaving amongst areas unrecognisable... she'd never departed so far from the same six or seven rooms, the connected corridors. it's all so new, and dissembled faith rose sturdily in her.

FOR THE FIRST TIME, ELEVEN DARED QUESTION HER FATE. ❝ where? ❞ weakly forcing him to stop by tugging on his hand, firmly planting her bare feet down. shoulders almost squared as unknown confidence bloomed throughout the lone word, demanding final destination. a beat, then his focus shifted from surveying their location and pulling her along — instead, he performed a tiny signal by his free hand, and she acknowledged a phenomenon was indeed happening. nobody realised they're here. cemented rules were broken. she wasn’t heading to late night tests nor medical examinations. she studied him a moment more, mouth falling slightly agape, weighted stare strong enough to shatter attentiveness. eyes wide with epiphany before releasing his sight. finally she nodded, a small jolt, and found her grasp properly fixed in his palm. eleven cradled him like a life-line, commanded hush settled her yearning knowledge to the precise course of planning. she can wait.

ONCE VAGUE AND TIRED. now alert, attuned to miniscule sounds threatening disobedient travels within the laboratory. perhaps destiny sparked this connection betwixt doctor and patient: sent to rid repetitive existence of torture and fear. demise kissed the mindscape — now hope replaced with each stride of his hardened boots, each slap of her pale flesh against the tiled surface. usually she would note the coolness of the floor; no such thought of it now commences while her heart thrummed something fierce, eyes burning a hole right into him as her gaze remained unfaltering. stricken perception, unaware that her fingers tightened inside his, that the knuckles fade ghostly white. hopelessly florid in the lowlight, contemplation penetrating no longer as desired obedience wreaks every inch of her nimble yet powered frame.

[daydadahlias]

Hey! I just wanted to tell you real quick that I really enjoy your Fanfics 😊 I'm fairly new in the fandom and the variety of pairings and topics in your fics helped me to get a good start readingwise. I especially enjoyed your description of Ash in the Craftclub-chronicles 🥰

Hi!! Thank you sm for stopping by, this is so sweet 🥰🥰🥰 welcome to the fandom! We have a lot of really lovely writers here with fun stuff on their ao3 so if you haven’t checked out @burstingsunrise @ashtcnirwin @lifewasradical @kaleidoscopeminds @allsassnoclass @clumsyclifford @lukemichaelcalumashton @calumcest make sure you do!!

Thank you!!!

[timothylawrence]

being flamed for bringing cassius at the end. it was brown solidarity!!! you guys wouldn't undersand!!!!

[lindyloosims]

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