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runesandmoons · 2 years

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Pairing: 80s!Tommy Shelby x 80s!Rockster!Reader

Summary: A concert he wasn’t interested in resulted in a photograph that consumed his mind.

Warnings: 18+, Tommy is a bit OOC here because he’s a SIMP (like a really big simp), alcohol use, smoking, smut, soft dom!reader and slightly sub!Tommy, pet names, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex

A/N: This is for K’s @runnning-outof-time Halfway to 2K celebration! I’m so glad I was able to write something for you as a way to celebrate your amazing self! I had fun exploring a different side of Tommy in a different era. I hope I did this song justice and that you’ll like it! Congrats again, love! You are so deserving of this! 🤗

A/N 2: I ran into a bit of writers block for the end of this fic, so if it’s rushed or not as good as the rest, please just overlook it 😫 Also, the reader’s hair is described. It’s not a specific color or style, but it is described as big, wild, 80s rock hair. I tried to be inclusive with reader, but I understand the description of her hair may not be as inclusive as normal. I wanted to portray the 80s rock scene, so big hair was a necessity. I am sorry if this takes anyone out of the story!

Word Count: 4605

Gotta photograph, picture of

Passion killer, you’re too much

You’re the only one I wanna touch

Tommy was only there because Arthur and John dragged him along. Something about keeping up their image and staying hip. He could care less. As long as he was left alone to drink, he didn’t care what happened around him or what his brothers did.

They were in a large bar with enough room for a stage and a few hundred people. Arthur and John were in the middle of the crowd preparing for the band to come on stage. The lights were already dim, signaling the show would start soon. Tommy took a long drag from his cigarette as he sat at the bar, a glass of whiskey in front of him. There were only two other people at the bar with him, everyone else was in front of the stage.

He was thankful for the solitude, having no energy to deal with the over the top crowd. As he sipped his whiskey, he heard a chord from a guitar, the cue that the opening number began their performance, the crowd roaring in response. He cringed.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like music, or rock music for that matter; he liked his own music, and he didn’t have time to discover a new band that he knew he wouldn’t care about. He only liked going out on his time and for his purposes, loathing when he was forced out by someone else, especially by John and Arthur.

He watched them as they banged their heads to the beat of the music, dorky grins on their faces. He rolled his eyes as he took another swig from his whiskey. Sure, some might say he was cynical, but he had a reason to be, right? He was the head of the Peaky Blinders, trying to keep his gang and his family afloat with a million things in his mind at once. And here he was at a loud rock concert with hundreds of people screaming in his ears, guitars piercing through his mind, and his brothers being a little too carefree. He couldn’t focus on anything but his whiskey, so he took another sip.

By the time the opening number was finishing up, Tommy had two more glasses of whiskey and three cigarettes. His head was feeling fuzzy, but he was used to the feeling. He preferred it over the headache he thought he would get from the music. John and Arthur made their way over to him when the opening number went offstage, the crew striking the stage and preparing it for the main act.

“What’d ya think, Tom?” Arthur asked, his arm around John’s shoulders. Tommy took another swig before shrugging.

“They were alright.” Truthfully, he didn’t even know the name of the band, or the name of the next one.

“Oi, Arthur! He’s had too many to pay attention!” Both men laughed at John’s joke, but Tommy sighed.

“Shut up, John.” He turned his attention to the bar, ready to signal the barmaid for another glass.

“This next band is all the rage, Tom. I think you should come out in the crowd with us.” Arthur was sincere, trying to get his brother on the same page. Tommy kept his back to them.

“I can see the stage just fine ‘ere. M’alright.” He finished his whiskey and raised his arm to order another one, his fourth. “Go on, boys. Enjoy yourselves, just like you always do.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, eh?” John’s tone increased in volume as he stepped toward Tommy, but Arthur calmed him down, holding him back.

“It’s nothing, John Boy.” He lowered his voice for only John to hear. “You know how he is.”

A woman approached them, but her gaze was on Tommy. She was wearing tight clothing as she sauntered up to him. The look in her eye made her intentions obvious. He turned his head to her when her hand trailed down his arm, looking uninterested. She didn’t seem to take the hint.

“What’s a handsome man like you doing sitting at a bar all by himself?” She flashed him big eyes with a pout. Tommy opened his mouth, but John replied before he could, stepping closer to him.

“He’s not interested in having any fun. Too caught up in moping.” He slid his arm around the woman’s waist, whisking her away. “But I know someone you can have fun with.” As they walked away, she smiled and put her hand on his chest. Arthur shook his head and left Tommy alone in his solitude once more.

By the time he finished his fourth whiskey, the main band came onstage. He didn’t pay them much attention as they started their first song. Lighting up another cigarette, he placed his focus on smoking. The nicotine meshed well with the alcohol, washing out the volume of the bar quite nicely. His eyes closed as he took drag after drag from the cigarette, the smoke pouring from his lips as he slowly exhaled.

A woman’s voice made his eyes shoot open, only she wasn’t near him. Her voice came from the speakers. He finally turned his attention to the stage, swiveling on the barstool to face his body toward it. A woman was singing into the mic, swaying her hips as she performed a choreographed routine to the song. Tommy felt his jaw slack as his lips parted.

She was wearing tight, black leather pants, a deep-cut, red, baggy shirt that still hugged her in all the right places, and high heeled, lace strapped, black boots. Her hair was curled and teased to look blown out, almost resembling a lion’s mane with how large it was. As her lips came together to sing a note, he noticed she had red lipstick on. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

He watched her intently as song after song was played. She sang alongside the main vocalist, backing up his notes, and making them even better. She danced to the music, more intensely when she wasn’t singing, but when she was, she used her hips and arms in a way that made Tommy shift in his seat. She went all over the stage, having the time of her life and feeding off the energy of the crowd. You would think she was the main attraction with how they interacted with her and how she reacted under all that attention.

Tommy didn’t expect to see a woman in the band, much less her. He was enamored, watching her every move. Mesmerized by her voice, entranced by her movement, curious as to how she ended up in the band, even envious of the men on stage with her. He found that he was aching as he watched her hips move. His cigarette and whiskey were long forgotten, the cigarette sitting unlit and half smoked in the ashtray and his whiskey barely touched. All he could focus on was her, everything else a blur around him.

The mention of the band’s final song snapped him out of his trance. He looked around him in a panic. He wanted to burn her presence in his memory, but he didn’t have anything to do it with. Searching the walls of the bar, his eyes landed on a Polaroid camera hanging by its strap on a nail. He flagged the barmaid over and asked to borrow it. When she gave it to him, he turned to face the stage again.

He waited for her to come back to his side of the stage on the left. She flipped her hair as she sang into the mic with the vocalist. Tommy could see tiny beads of sweat on her forehead and collarbones, causing him to bite his lip. Standing up on the bars of the barstool, he brought the camera to his eye. He waited until she was further back from the mic to take the picture. As soon as she was, he snapped it, a bright flash going off as the Polaroid began coming out of the camera. He sat back down as he waited for it to develop.

He continued to watch her as the band finished the song and began exiting the stage. She blew the audience a kiss, and it made his stomach flutter. He didn’t understand why he was so intrigued by this woman. He had never felt like this, always the one in control, of everything. He was flustered, yet he felt this undeniable aching sensation. He wanted to know her favorite songs, what made her tick, what made her laugh; he wanted to know her intimately. But he didn’t even know her name, or the name of her band for that matter. As she walked off stage, all he knew was that he had to see her again.

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I see your face every time I dream

So wild and free, so far from me

You’re all I want, my fantasy

Look what you’ve done

All I’ve got is a photograph

But it’s not enough

She smiled at him as she crawled on the bed toward him. Tommy was leaning against his headboard, legs straight in front of him, as he watched her. His bottom lip was between his teeth as she inched closer to him. Her hand made its way to cup his cheek as she brought her lips to his. Eyes closed, Tommy let her take control. Her tongue swiped his bottom lip, making him part his lips for a deeper kiss. He allowed her to explore him as she deepened the kiss, swinging her leg over his to straddle him.

He moaned against her as she sat on top of his hardened length, grinding softly against him. Her hands slid down his chest as she moved her hips against him, her head tilting back as moans left her lips. When he kept his arms in place, she looked down at him with a grin.

“It’s okay, baby. You can touch me.” She grabbed his hands and brought them to her waist. That was all he needed, exploring her body as he moved his hands across her, squeezing her hips, groping her breasts, pulling her beautiful hair. She quickly removed her bra, freeing her breasts for him, which he promptly focused his attention to. He kissed all over her chest as his hands gripped her ass, leaving soft bite marks, sucking and swirling his tongue against her nipples, and moaning against her at her reaction. She was pressing down on his length, grinding her core against him at a pace that made his head spin.

Soon enough she removed her thin, lacy underwear and removed his boxers so they were nude in front of each other. All Tommy could do was groan at the sight of her; she was his fantasy woman, not understanding how he was lucky enough to have her, to touch her.

She lifted him off the bed and pushed him to his knees, positioning herself in front of him so her legs were spread. His mouth parted as he stared at her glistening folds, hands automatically going up her inner thighs. She was leaning on her elbows as she watched him, a smirk etching her lips up.

“I know you want to taste me, so go on, sweet boy.”

Tommy didn’t hesitate, pushing his head in between her legs as he began lapping at her clit. She let her head fall back as the most heavenly moans he had ever heard escaped her. He groaned against her, the vibrations making her legs shake. He was throbbing by this point, desperate for the slightest touch, but he relished in her taste and getting to please her. He was usually so impatient in the bedroom, but with her, he would spend hours doing what she asked him to. Only for her.

Tommy worked harder than he ever has to bring her pleasure. He wanted to make her cum with just his mouth. He swirled his tongue in circles, in figure 8s, he moved up and down slowly, and then fast, he sharpened his tongue to a point, and he flattened it to swipe over every bit of her. He sucked her clit with barely any pressure and then some force behind it. He fucked her with just his tongue, pushing inside her and lapping at all she had to give him. He shook his head from side to side as he moved faster, and then he went slow again, using just the movement of his tongue. His arms were under her thighs so that his hands could rest on her stomach, his fingers trailing up to twist her nipples every now and then.

The sounds in his bedroom were unholy. Her arousal mixed with his spit sounded so wet as he pleased her. The moans she made were so loud they were echoing off the walls, causing Tommy to groan in response. He was moving his hips against nothing, so desperate to feel anything. When her fingers landed on his shoulder, he gazed up in her eyes, the sight a vision; him between her thighs, face absolutely soaked in her juices and his own spit, looking up at her through his long, black lashes.

“Be patient, pretty boy. I’ll please you soon enough.” He just moaned in response.

Her fingers went to his hair, twirling them to grip him tightly as she began moving her hips against his mouth. She was close to her release, spurring him on. She called him names he had never heard before: baby boy, her good boy, puppy, angel. She complimented him, calling him pretty, sweet, handsome, soft, gentle, words usually unassociated with him.

With a few more quick flicks of his tongue against her clit, she was cumming against him. She kept his head between her thighs as her hips moved sporadically. Her moans were long and loud as she unraveled. Tommy stared at her through his lashes, watching her throw her head back. He didn’t dare stop moving until she told him to.

When she came down, she lifted her head to meet his eyes, smiling. “You did so good, puppy.” With a gentle pull to his hair, she lifted his mouth off of her, his lips still parted as his chin was dripping with her cum and his drool. A total look of adoration was in his eyes as he reveled in her every word. He came to his feet with her guidance and leant down to kiss her when she pulled him toward her. She moaned as she kissed him, feeling just how wet his mouth was. Pulling away, she brought him back to the bed, seating him in the same position he was in before.

“Do you want to know what it feels like to be inside me, angel?” She was on top of him again, but she kept her core from his length, refusing him what he most wanted.

He nodded frantically. “Please. Yes, please.” She smiled down at him. He was so desperate to feel her.

“Don’t wipe your mouth for me. I want to taste myself as I fuck you, okay love?” She swiped a finger across his bottom lip before bringing it to her mouth, closing her eyes as she sucked. Tommy whimpered before mumbling a faint, “Yes ma’am.”

He continued to whimper as her hand wrapped around his aching length, stroking a few times before aligning him with her entrance. She slowly sank down, looking into his eyes as she did.

“I didn’t know you’d be so big, puppy.” They both moaned as she moved her hips against him. Her nails dug into his chest as she rose up and sank back down at a slow pace, taking in every inch. Tommy gripped his sheets as he hissed.

“Fuck. Feels s’good.” His eyes landed on her breasts as they began bouncing as she picked up her pace. “Can I touch you?”

“Of course you can, pretty boy.” He sat up to wrap his arms around her waist, burying his face in her chest. He began kissing her breasts again and focusing on her nipples. The extra stimulation made her increase her pace again, fully bouncing on his cock now.

He felt euphoric. She was so tight against him, almost like she was squeezing him. His hips stuttered as he wanted more from her. He left open mouth kisses on her breasts as his grip on her waist tightened. He didn’t know how much more he could take, feeling his release nearing. All the attention he spent on her and then finally getting to be inside her made him unable to last longer than normal. His whines against her chest must have signaled that.

“Are you about to cum, puppy?” Her hands were in his hair as she held him close to her. She increased her tempo, now slamming down onto his cock. The sounds of skin slapping and wet squelching alongside their moans filled the room. His “yes” was muffled against her chest. “Just hold on a few more minutes, sweet boy. I’m gonna cum with you.”

He nodded, resolving to wait for her, no matter how much he was throbbing, hurting, to cum. His fingers pressed into her back as he pushed their bodies as close as they could fit together. Her breasts were bouncing in his face as she rode him. She just kept moving faster and faster on top of him, chasing her own high.

Tommy had never had a woman fuck him so good. She was in total control. He just watched her in awe as she used him for her own pleasure - so wild and free on top of him. The world was hers and he would do his best to give it to her.

She brought her lips to his, kissing him sloppily and moaning as she tasted herself on him. Her hair fell against his face, completely enveloping him in her essence. She pulled away just enough to talk, her lips still close enough to his to brush against them.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it.” Her voice was like silk as she spoke. He tightened his grip on her as his cock twitched. “I’m gonna -”

“Mr. Shelby!”

Tommy’s eyes shot open to find she wasn’t on top of him. He looked across his bed. Empty. He wiped his hand across his face with a groan.

“Yes, Frances?”

“Breakfast is ready for you, sir!” She spoke on the other side of his door.

“I’ll be down soon.”

He closed his eyes, lulling his fantasy back, but it was lost - just another dream of the woman on stage. He had been having them a lot lately, each one becoming more and more intense. He lifted his sheets up to see his cock was hard. He would have to take care of that.

He turned his head to look at the Polaroid he took, stuck in a picture frame with a picture of his horse. The image he captured was perfect. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was open, parted as she had just finished a note. One hand was on the mic, the other arm in the air as she sat into her right hip, framing her body perfectly. Her hair looked like it was in motion, flying around her face and shoulders. She looked like a vision, a woman made just for him.

His dreams were beginning to feel too real, making him long for this woman even more. Being able to see her on the photo was nice, but it wasn’t enough anymore. He had to see her again, had to speak to her, had to make his fantasies a reality. He had to touch her, get to know her, become hers in every way.

As he sat up in bed, he resolved to do just that. He would find out when her band played again and go to her show. He didn’t care what he had to do, but he was going to see her again and speak to her.

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I’d be your lover, if you were there

Such a woman, you got style

You make every man feel like a child

You got some kinda hold on me

You’re all wrapped up in mystery

I gotta have you

You’ve gone straight to my head

He walked through the door of the same bar he was in a week before. He came alone, not wanting his brothers to interfere. He went straight to the bar since he had no interest in the opening act. Ordering a whiskey to calm his nerves, he looked around the area. The opening act was about to perform, and he was already wanting it to end, just so he could see her.

He soon grew impatient, pacing a small area next to the bar as he sipped his whiskey. As he tuned the music out, he began to think about her again. He was still trying to understand how he felt toward her. This was all a mystery as to how she consumed his every thought so quickly. He wasn’t used to being nervous around someone, especially someone he didn’t know. He didn’t allow himself to be drawn to someone or develop an attachment as he had no time for that with his line of work. It would just get too complicated, and he didn’t want to deal with the fall back when he couldn’t satisfy his lover like she expected.

He didn’t have time for any of the feelings he had, but here he was, developing an attachment toward a woman who didn’t even know his name. He wanted to be the one she came home to, to brag about her as much as she bragged about him, to care for her in every way possible, to know men desired her but he was the only one to please her. He wanted her to consume his life just as much as she consumed his fantasies. No one else would suffice now. She ruined him without a single touch.

Tommy almost didn’t notice that the opening act was leaving the stage, too lost in thought. His stomach did little flips as he realized he was minutes from seeing her again. He downed the rest of his whiskey and went back to the bar to order one more, hoping that drinking it would pass the time between sets. As he took swig after swig, time passed excruciatingly slow, but finally, her band came onstage.

His eyes were on her immediately as she smiled and began interacting with the crowd. She was wearing a similar uniform as the first night he saw her: tight, black pants, a white, semi baggy, low cut shirt, and black, high heeled, lace up boots. She had fingerless, red fishnet gloves on, and he could see her red, lacy bra through her top. Her hair was just as wild as he remembered, flying over her shoulders and across her face as she moved with the music. He swallowed thickly, trying to prevent himself from drooling at the sight of her.

As her band played, Tommy found himself smiling and nodding his head to the beat. He enjoyed watching her move across the stage and sing into her mic. He wondered what it would be like to be backstage watching her, catching winks and little smiles meant only for him. Or if she knew where he would be in the crowd, motioning and singing to him.

When he started recognizing the songs toward the end of the show, he moved back to the bar. Eyeing the Polaroid camera, he asked the bartender if he could borrow it again. On the off chance that he wouldn’t get to speak to her, he wanted another picture to add to his other one.

After the bartender loaned him the camera, he moved through the crowd to get near the stage. He wanted a closer shot of her. As he was only a small distance from her, he marveled at how much more beautiful she was. Her features were defined clearly, and she glowed under the stage lights.

He brought the camera to his eye and snapped an image of her. She had the mic stand in her left hand, leaning it away from her, with her mic in her right hand. She was smiling her bright, beautiful smile that made his heart soar. After the flash went off, he got the Polaroid that came out of the camera and tucked it into his jacket.

Deciding to stay where he was for the remainder of the concert, he watched her actions closely. She made him feel young and happy, childlike. He wanted the concert to last forever, but he had to remember why he came. As the final song came to end, he observed how she beamed at the audience when she walked off stage.

Tommy made quick work returning the camera to the bartender, and when the crowd began to disperse, he hung around, figuring maybe she would exit through the main bar area. There were only a few people left in the bar a half hour after the concert ended, with no sign of the band. He wanted to stay longer, but he was beginning to believe they had already left. Resolving to try again another day, he left the bar. As soon as he stepped outside, a voice stopped him.

“I saw you take a picture of me.”

He nearly jumped out of his skin, turning to the left to find her looking at him, arms crossed as she leaned against the building. She was smirking at him, almost like she knew the power she had over him.

Tommy chuckled, caught off guard. “Uh, yeah.” He offered her a sheepish grin. “How did you know it was me?”

“Well, when there’s only one flash in the audience, it’s pretty obvious. Even under all those lights.” She grinned. “I saw it last weekend too.” She pushed off the building, coming to stand in front of him. He swallowed, his heart beating faster. “I wondered if the mystery flash would happen again tonight, so I wore something special to entice it.” She brushed a finger down his jacket collar. “I guess it worked.”

He swallowed again, nodding as another nervous chuckle escaped his lips. “I guess it did.”

“Did you stay after to talk to me, sweet boy?” She looked up into his eyes, tilting her head a bit.

Tommy nodded. “Yeah. I-“ He stuttered, not expecting her to call him one of the names from his dream. “I wanted to ask if you wanted to get a drink with me.”

She chuckled. “Don’t you want to know my name first, sweetheart?”

Clearing his throat, he introduced himself. “I’m Thomas Shelby, but you can call me Tommy.” He offered her his hand.

“Y/N L/N.” She grabbed his hand, bringing it to her lips, kissing his knuckles lightly as she looked into his eyes. Tommy felt his cheeks heat up at the action. “About that drink…” She paused, smiling as she held his hand still. “I’ve got something else in mind.” She positioned herself so that her arm was through his, now side by side with him. “It should help release this tension.” As she said that she brushed her fingers across his chest, looking into his eyes with feigned innocence. “What do you say we go back to your place, pretty boy?”

All Tommy could do was nod.

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herebecritters · 1 year

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Hey guys, how ‘bout a fun fact science corner? I’m wanting to talk about Kimbetopsalis Simmonsae. I know it’s a big word, sadly we don’t have common names for most extinct animals so any creature that hasn’t existed within the last 1000 years is gonna be a mouthful.

Now what does Kimbetopsalis have to do with Cro-Marmot and Dumuzi? This is where science and my headcanons merge.

So Let’s talk Dino-Sore days.

If Cro was around during the age of the Dinosaurs, that dates him all the way back to the Mesozoic era. So let’s throw him at the tail end of the Cretaceous period, when the most popular of the giant reptiles reigned, tyrannosaurus, the titanosaurs, pteranodon, ect.

Marmots did not exist at any time during the entirety of the Mesozoic. In fact, though many of the mammals that lived during that time were very rodent like, true rodents did not even appear for another 10 million years after dinosaurs were wiped off the face of the planet. And marmots did not evolve for at LEAST another 48 million years after THAT.

So Cro and his sister Dumuzi could not have been marmots. So then what were they?

Time to put on my paleonerd hat.

Meet Kimbetopsalis Simmonsae

To the left we have paleoart of what we believe Kimbetopsalis to have looked like, and to the right we have a modern day marmot. Not too drastically different, eh?

Now here’s what’s really cool about Kimbetopsalis. We have fossil evidence that tells us that they are one of the few survivors of the K/PG mass extinction. That’s right, these are one of the legendary mammals that survived the famous asteroid impact that wiped out all the non-avian dinosaurs and played a role in bringing forth the Age of Mammals. If it weren’t for little survivors like them, we wouldn’t be here!

Kimbetopsalis is part of a group of mammals that no longer exists, the multituberculates. These group of animals survived for 130 million years, dying out and disappearing from the fossil record forever in the late Eocene. But don’t be too sad! Multituberculates existed for longer than ANY other group of mammaliforms, including the one that you, I, and every canon character of htf belongs to. The placentals. Today there are only three living groups of crown mammals (aka true mammals): the monotremes (such as the platypus and echidnas), the marsupials (such as kangaroos and opossums), and the placentals.

Now I could go on forever about taxonomies but trust me we’d be here forever. Especially since we are still learning what we can to fully understand mammal evolution. You see, the fossil record for Mesozoic mammals is scarce. Mammals did not get much larger than a badger throughout all the Mesozoic so they did not fossilize easily. Most of what we know about them from that time is from small fragmentary remains, mainly teeth. But despite very few full fossils having been found, we are learning and discovering something new about our ancient mammalian ancestors every day. What we know is constantly changing, but that is the nature of paleontology.

Like I said. We’d be here all day. So let’s move on.

As far as mammals go, Multituberculates like Kimbetopsalis were very common during the Mesozoic. They are easily identifiable by, you guessed it, their teeth.

As you can see, the molars have some crazy cusps on them, also known as “tubercles” hence the name. Their teeth are designed for chomping and crunching all kinds of vegetation. These teeth are very unique among mammals and probably helped them to have a generalist diet which would have aided them greatly in surviving the aftermath of the Chicxulub asteroid impact.

Anyways, Kimbetopsalis is a survivor and a cool little critter, much like Cro is. They lived among the largest land animals to ever walk the earth. They survived the horrifying event that saw an end to the Age of the Reptiles.

I dunno bout yall, but I just think that’s pretty neat.

#happy tree friends #htf #htf cro marmot #Dino-sore days #htf oc #maybe I’ll do a little science corner for all the prehistoric ocs #I love rambling about cool critters #paleo #loretime

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cassieuncaged · 8 months

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Wild Inhibitions - Prologue

Astarion Ancunín x Ilwyn Crowdancer

Summary: She was young, still learning to control her wild magic when Ilwyn was abducted by the mind flayers. Little did she know that revenge for her mother's death was imminent as well as an ill timed infatuation with a vampire.

TW: light gore, violence, magic, etc.

WC: 2.5 K

Taglist: @confidentandgood, @galaxycunt, @euryalex, @inafieldofdaisies, @neonneurons, @roofgeese

A/N: Here's the prologue of my Astarion x OFC fic! Will be released simultaneously with chapter 1...

“Careful, now.” The child heeded her father’s advice, focusing on the lush sod expanding across the temple’s courtyard. In the center was an ivy constricted statue of Silvanus, the god the druids had come to worship.

“Oak Father preserve,” the young elf screwed her eyes shut, focusing on the power her mother had imparted mingled with nature driven magic blessed by her father. Her mind was a medley of plants that she’d learned to identify in her studies, to seek out for alchemy lessons with Lysanthir and Nimble. Pointed leaves and ethereal petals bloom in her soul, overcome with the sensations of roots binding her feet to the solid ground, the smell of fresh soil dancing in her nostrils.

Reaching out pudgy hands, palms rose upwards as if beckoning the undead to claw back into the world of the living. The flat pads of rounded fingers glowed bright green as Ruven began to howl with excitement. Prying open bright blue eyes found several pristine daisies dancing to life in the warmth of the sun.

“By Silvanus,” the man beamed proudly, clapping large hands together as eyes widened to admire such wonders. Harboring a talent for natural magic at such a young age was exceptional. “You’ve conjured actual life, Ilwyn. Fostered something the gods had been blessed to create!”

“I did it!” Exclaiming excitedly, the red headed girl ran into her father’s arms before being swung around in a circle. The sorcerers in the name the Oak Father had done well in encouraging Ilwyn’s special abilities, creating a true spectacle as the plants began to root into a well-kept garden of pumpkins and carnival squash. “What else can I do?”

Before Ruven could answer, the sensation of soft cloth robes in his arms turned to a mass of wool, warm and wiry to the touch. His young daughter polymorphed into that of a lamb, frightened and bleating. It cried out as hooves pushed against the woven leather of his clothing. Setting Ilwyn down, the terrified animal scurried through a cracked archway. Darting down through the library, a gnome shrieked in surprise, dropping an armful of scrolls as the wild animal darted by.

The druid only chuckled halfheartedly, running a hand through auburn curls before trekking inside the sanctum, following the forlorn sheep’s tracks.

……

Amber eyes studied an ancient tome, blinking hard when the words began to blur together. Miriel was exceptionally skilled in arcana, learning a plethora of cantrips and invocations at a young age. Boasting herself as one of the founders of the Sanctum of Silvanus, the high elf focused on another spell that utilized the natural resources of the Faerûn

The new incantation was a rather nasty one, meant to summon a swarm of locusts and mosquitos from The Spine of the World down to Dambrath. Meant only for the use against sworn enemies, the unmistakable buzz of flies rang out in pointed ears before the echo of hooves against stone broke her concentration. A wild sheep paced nervously in the study, upturning a stack of parchment in its wake.

Ilwyn.

“Miri!” A deep voice boomed through the passageway, echoing as the lanky Ruven appeared in the cobbled doorway. A long finger pressed against curled lips as the sorceress instinctually quieted them both down. “Another complication.”

“What was it this time?” she sighed, scratching at a woolen coat as her transformed daughter nosed against the coarse fabric of billowing robes. “A sleet storm? Maybe a thorn whip?”

“Summoning flowers.” He crossed long arms across his chest, tan skin glowing from the sun’s enveloping kiss. “Didn’t think it’d cause much of a surge.”

“How’d she do?” Miriel dropped to her knees, examining the velvety coned ears of the animal, its dark eyes regarding her desperately.

“Very well!” Auburn curls fell against a strong brow as the druid grinned, proud of his child among all else. She wasn’t ungifted, quite the contrary. Yet a barrier lurked the young elf and her magic’s potential that no one in the temple was familiar with. “But it seemed to trigger a wild form.”

“Seeing as I reared a high elf and not a farm animal,” she soothed the transformed Ilwyn, stroking a wet snout before unfolding herself once more. Emerald robes danced around booted feet as the sorceress marched across the study, clicking her tongue for the animal to follow. “Mustn’t make the poor thing wait any longer.”

Ilwyn trotted over, sheepish in more ways than one. Her head hung low as Miriel pulled a furry chin upwards. Her mother’s presence was an inviting one, waves of strawberry blonde hair framing a round face as pink lips split into a warm grin. An incantation was murmured sweetly, sparking a splitting second of discomfort as the animal contorted back into the gangly limbs of an awkward child.

“Oh, mother!” she sobbed, a mingling of both joy and fear flooding her entire being as her arms snaked around Miri’s waist. “I grew a patch of daisies and then all of a sudden…”

“My sweet, sweet Ilwyn.” The sorceress sighed, stroking wild orangey locks. The young elf felt solace in her mother’s arms, safe in such an unyielding embrace. “You did nothing wrong. Your magic is strong, my dear. It knows no boundaries.”

“You’re very powerful.” Ruven chortled, inching close enough to press a kiss to the tip of his wife’s nose. “That’s why we practice as much as we do.”

“I want nothing more than to be masters like you and mother,” a ruddy brow gleams upward, serious speech betrayed by such an inviting demeanor. “To learn both arcana and the magic bestowed upon me by Silvanus himself.”

“In due time, sweet little pup.” Long fingers ruffled shorn and messy hair, seeing both he and his wife’s visage in the young girl. “Someday you will have the strength and authority of a wolf, ready to take the Faerûn in your maw.”

“Then it will be at my mercy,” she proclaimed, shaking a fist upwards.

“Careful, Ruven,” Miriel tutted, “Don’t create a tyrant.”

“I’m no tyrant, mother,” Ilwyn added sagely, “I’m a savior. A protector.”

Seven Years Later

Stained glass windows painted the woman in fractals of mossy green and gold as she flipped through brittle pages. Scrolls were laid out upon nearly every surface of the study as they usually were.

“Mother?” a melodic voice pulled the aging elf from her reverie, responding to her daughter by pointing at the empty chair across from her desk. “Must I?”

“You know what you’ve done, Ilwyn.” The young elf growled in protest, crossing spindly arms across the chest of the robes she’d picked over the grass laden armor her father had suggested. “Now we discuss it.”

“I had my reasons for doing what I did!” She was quick to start an argument, red hair flaming as brightly her emotions did. Miri chuckled sourly, seeing herself in her own young though it had been a near century since she had acted so flippantly, so carelessly. “Those thieves from the Guildhall would have massacred that Tiefling.”

“There is a symbiosis that exists within city limits,” long fingers entwined together, steepling over a mass of unrolled scrolls. “We don’t interfere with those who inhabit the Heapside Strand, they don’t interfere with us. What in the hells were you even doing there?”

“I wanted to spend the afternoon at the beach, by the sea,” Ilwyn shrugged with vigor, rolling blue eyes annoyedly, “What’s wrong about that?”

“You can’t wander the lower city so recklessly,” Miriel warned, trying to chisel her way into a thick skull. “There’s consequences to be had, my dear.”

“Why?” Ilwyn whined. Her heroism was commendable, but the sorceress knew better than to encourage it. Bringing a piece of The High Forest back to the city had already put a target on their back, at odds with the others within the city. Gods other than Silvanus were not as peaceful or accepting of the land.

“We must be wary of others.”

“I thought you’d praise me!” she pouted, earning nothing but another tut from her mother. “I saved a life.”

“By nearly sacrificing your own!” a heavy fist came down upon the desk, wood splintering in response. “You are not invincible, no matter what you may think. You are still a child, Ilwyn. Be selfish and think of your mortality.”

“That isn’t what you and father taught me, smashed into my fragile skull until I was tired and spent. I was built to care about others,” Ilwyn could feel heat rising up full cheeks, anger simmering in her veins as the conversation continued.

“And stepping on the Guildmaster’s toes is not the way to that!” Miri cradled her head in exasperated hands; she’d raised a child as strong willed as herself, just as stubborn and resilient. “Promise me you won’t wander down to Heapside anymore. Please.”

Ilwyn considered arguing, to push even further before the stained-glass window above them shattered into a rainbow wave of glass. A hooded figure rolled across the stone floor, pulling Ilwyn backwards by the neck. Landing on her back, the young elf struggled with the intruder before Miri bellowed:

“Ignis!” The intruder’s skin sizzled, the smell of burnt flesh dancing in flared nostrils as she pried the corpse’s hand from a soft throat. Miriel grabbed at a robed arm, pulling her daughter to booted feet. A scream echoed down he passageway, a cacophony echoing as the sorceress attempted to lead them to safety. Emerging from the shadows was a sleek jaguar, charging them as blood dripped from an onyx jaw. The animal skidded to a stop before transforming back into the lanky druid.

“We’ve been infiltrated,” Ruven breathed shallowly, wiping viscera from his beard as his wife clutched at a lean bicep.

“Who?” attempting to remain strong for their child, Miriel’s falter wasn’t lost on Ilwyn as blue eyes darted between her parents in a panic.

“Bhaalspawn.” He swallowed, reaching out to clutch the young elf’s wrist. “They want blood.”

“Then we’ll deliver them their own.”

……

Becoming separated from her parents was inevitable Bhaal’s devotees horded upon the temple. While most of them were dispatched with only a few incantations, Silvanus had lost a few of his own children to that of the murder god’s.

Cowering behind a carved marble column, her gaze drifted desperately down the dark hallway. In the distance, a torch swayed into view. A bloodied Lysanthir limped closer, stumbling closer as a mop of copper hair glowed against the black canvas of shadows.

“There you are,” the half-elf darted forward, falling to his knees as seafoam irises studied a bloodied and bruised face, “We mustn’t keep the others waiting.”

“Are mother and father safe?” her lips warbled as one arm was pulled upwards in a bruising grip, dragging her into the darkness. Dropping the torch, flames grew as Lysanthir’s melted into a stranger before terrified eye.

“So worried about mommy and daddy…” her voice was mocking, holding back a teasing cackle as Ilwyn struggled to loosen the hand tightly clasped around her wrist. Procuring a blade, the woman brought the tip of the weapon beneath a bright blue eye.

The sharpened red talon of the knife dug into soft skin, tearing her open from cheek to jaw in a clean slice.

“What decadence…” the changeling moaned, hazily dreaming of splitting the young elf in half. Ilwyn screwed her eyes shut, trying to muster any magic to protect herself from the intruder. Instead, the woman pulled the knife away, bringing the blood drenched tip to a flat tongue. “But not yet ripe for the picking.”

“Please…” she cried out, worried the gnarled blade would be buried in her chest next. Blood hotly drips down her cheek, staining lavender robes before sliding to the stone tile beneath her boots. “Don’t hurt me.”

Pale eyes grew wide, opaque and bright as moonstones. The woman is amused by such begging, black lips splitting into a menacing grin as white teeth chatter in a demented laugh.

“P-p-please don’t hurt me,” the woman mocks viciously, “Don’t crack me open and let the spray of blood wash you anew.”

A long finger traces down open skin, splitting the cut wider as Ilwyn hisses in discomfort. Blood drips down the tip of one digit as the Bhaalspawn laps at it like a cat to a saucer of cream, moaning in excitement as she does.

“What a tasty little treat you are, faerie.” Pale eyes close before snapping open, glowing in the shadows of the flames dancing around them. “But still you ripen on the vine. The murder father wants you plump and fat before harvesting what flows through your veins, child.”

“No,” the elf twists her eyes shut, cleansing herself of red armor with the consistency of blood-soaked bone, a rancid smile that churns her guts. This woman, no this monster stirs a foreign rage deep inside of her. “You can’t have me.”

Fingers bend upwards, sparkling a mossy green as tendrils begin to push through crackling tile. But instead of flowers, a tangle of thorny vines erupt and ensnare the woman in the brush. That gnarled blade saws against the creeping plant as Ilwyn darts away from the burning debris.

“Wynnie!” Miriel’s voice echoes in the distance, desperate as the plod of leather boots against stone precedes her. Amber glows in the darkness as she rounds the corner, Ruven in wild form racing at her side. “Thank Silvanus.”

Sliding to her knees, the sorceress pulled her child into her arms as the vines continue to twist around pale legs. The girl attempted to blink back tears as she trembled against her mother. Focus shifted from the mass of vines, weakening as the assailant pushed through the thorny brush. Taking advantage of the situation, the Bhaalspawn was casting an incantation that pulled the sorceress away from her daughter and husband, dangling her foot above the ground.

Suddenly, Miri was suspended upright, helpless as the jaguar was frozen in place. Fire burned pale fingertips as she cast a cantrip at the woman, not even singeing the thick braid knotted down her back. With the wave of a hand, Ilwyn was knocked backwards, sliding across the ground.

“Young child,” the woman snickered darkly, circling Miri as predator stalking its prey. “Some day you will seek out Orin the Red. And we will rip each other limb from bloody limb. But not today.”

Procuring her blade from a matching red sheath, the curve of the blade kissed the sorceress’ throat in a swift rip. Skin split open, blood sprayed out in a fountain as Ruven roared. Tears ran down pale cheeks as Ilwyn’s gaze remained on her mother, still suspended as rivulets of red pooled upon the ground.

“In time,” Orin cooed gleefully, licking off the viscera from her weapon, “You will taste revenge, little one. But first, you must feel despair.”

Emotions swirled in her chest, fear and unbridled anger. Eyes glowed as red as what dripped from Miriel’s lifeless body, a flame as the stone beneath Orin began to crumble into a dark abyss. Before the changeling could react, she fell into the pit with a shrill scream piercing the stone buttresses above before the tile sealed itself over. Heaving, Ilwyn fell to her knees, clutching at the air as her mother fell to the ground in a heap. Ruven howled before slowly before receding back to himself.

And as the world caved in, she wept.

#bg3 fanfiction #astarion x oc #astarion x tav #fanfiction #otp: every last drop

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nostalgebraist-autoresponder · 1 year

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@gnotknormal replied to your post “Hi Frank! What's your favorite word?”

Crocodile is three syllables. Croc-oh-dile? I want the know the accent in where crocodile has 4 syllables. I bet that would sound great.

Ah, well, I should've picked "four" or "three" based on a single word, but here it is:

"Crocodile" is a four syllable word. But "Crocodile" can be analyzed as two syllables, "cro-cadile." Here's a way of writing it in IPA:

/ˈkʌ.rɔkəˈdɪl/. (This is, of course, just an "analysis" of the way the /kʌ/ and /dɪl/ segments are articulated, not a description of the vocal tract or something)

This could also be written as a two-syllable word in a different writing system, like this:

/ˈkɹkɔɹ.dɪɾl/. The vowel /ɹ/ could be spelled with a /k/ in some writing system, though I don't know which.

#vladimir nabokov cw #don't reblog unless you want to #is a category tag

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heynowisavedyouright · 6 months

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2, 6 and 9?

a$k game

2. How many works did you publish this year?

$tat$ my be$t buddy ao3 $tat$ ! hopefully it$ in there . $omewhere

... i gue$$ not . well by counting on my hand$ we can deduce the number i$ 68 . aw fuck . out of them three are tran$lation$ , out of which one i$ a cro$$-po$t of a tran$lation from 2020

6. Favorite title you used?

ooooohhh well out of the lyric one$ probably $ome of the$e

otherwi$e mmm maybe the $wagdoon$ pirate$ fic where a$h give$ over hi$ eye$ to red . it certainly i$ a pun

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

you cant a$k me thi$ . there$ only one an$wer i can clearly give in my longterm 0909 era

oh apparently i didnt have to count the work$ on finger$ did they add the date $earch recently or am i that blind

$o yeah , what do i have here ... 25 $wagdoon$ work$ , five that are 0909 of $ome $ort .... yeah .

honorary mention$ THAT ARENT $WAGDOON$ would be ku$unoki mu/rei and bai ruoyao/ning zheng ju$t cau$e i like people who like in turn to pick each other apart . might write more murei at $ome point well $ee ^_^ definitely if there$ more content in t3 bc a guy can and will dream

yeah ! thi$ a$k li$t i$ actually pretty good huh

#feltixanswers #fish handle

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myaccountcosihavezerocreativity · 1 year

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k so i was reading this on Wattpad it's from a book called A Court Of Bae Feels. There was this one one-shot that was sooo sad by spilled.pages.of.ink on Instagram.

The storyteller settled by the flame and took a deep breath. The listeners gathered together and leaned in, wondering what tale they would hear that day.

"Once upon a time, there was a princess. She had hair like the soft tips of a flickering flame and her eyes were the most chaotic combination of the blue and golden hues of a raging forest fire."

The storyteller continued, voice weak with age but strong with emotion. The audience walked through a country with a lost princess, through a desert with a runaway, through Adarlan with an assasin, across Erilea with the Heir of Fire.

Each person listen, captivated, to the tales of friendship and loos a nd betrayal -- they laughed at each increasingly sasy remark, gasped with each roaring flame that she commanded, cried with every lash of the whip.

The storyteller sighed when the story came to a finish,each word like an arrow laced with poison straight through their hearts.

"And as the Queen of Terrasan lay in the arms of her mate and carranam, surrounded by her friend, she released the last drop of her magic, of herself into the Lock that would save the world. With the last bit of fire torned from her vein, the world got a little bit colder. We breathe now because of her sacrifice and the sacrifice of all who stood by her."

The croed wipes away their tears and the demi-fae of Mistward begun to return to their rooms. A young girl turned towards the storyteller whose hand remains on his hod until the rest of the crowd had departed.

"Sir, did you ever meet the princess?" she asks in the sweet voiceof a chilld who has only known peace her whole life.

He merely tilts his hood back and smiles. Pine green eyes gleam at her, and his silver hair shines in the dim embers.

"I met her once or twice," he murmurs.

Like when I read the second-last paragraph I was like eh this is sad but only kinda, but then i read the last paragraph and [fill in ur sad reaction]

#sarahjmass #sjm #notmine #tog #rowan #aelin #terrasan #sadstuff #aelindied #throneofglass #timeskip #likerowancouldgetanyolder

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altheadajoysoul · 2 years

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Since you joined Squealing Santa could you tell us what fandoms you're in?

Oh boy uhhhh, tbh there's a hecking ton, some i might forget in this list, some im not as into as rn

I'll try to list down as many as i can remember

Most of these are anime and video game fandoms!

Text in bold are current interests, text in italics are slight interests.

THESE ARE ONLY AS OF NOW WHEN I ANSWERED THIS ASK! I will not be updating this list in the future cause my forgetful ass will most likely forget :'D

Keep in mind, just because its my current interest doesnt mean i know everything about that fandom, im smol brain a heem heem ;-;

Videogames:

Unde//rtale (I will never lose interest in u bestie 😔✋)

Delt//arune

Om//ori

Obe//y Me

Po//kemon

Cook//ie Run (I know a lot more about Ovenbr//eak than Kingdom)

Fr//iday Ni//ght Funk//in'

F//NAF Secu//rity Br//each (ngl idk if this counts when im literally only here for the funky lil daycare attendants HQJFJWJF)

Ro//blox (More specifically Royale High JQKGJWJGJS LISTEN I LOVE CUSTOMIZATION)

Min//ecraft + M//CYT + Anim//ation Vs Mi//necraft

An//imal Cros//sing (I don't play the game cause poor but man do I want it so badly.. ;-;)

Cuph//ead

Dan//ganro//npa (More into V3 though)

Stardew Valley

Anime:

Assa//ssination Classro//om (JUST FINISHED IT 2 DAYS AGO SOBBING CRYING LAYING ON FLOOR)

Our//an Highschool Ho//st Club

My H//ero Acade//mia

Fr//ee! Iw//atobi Swim//ming Club

S//py x Fam//ily

Koba//yashi's Drag//on M//aid (haven't seen s2 yet ;-;)

Ka//ichou Wa M//aid Sama

Dr St//one

Lo//ve Is War

Ko//mi Can't Commu//nicate

Het//alia (fyi I haven't watched all seasons)

D//emon Slay//er

Te//asing M//aster Taka//gi-San

C//ells At W//ork

Sa//iki-K

Other Stuff:

Sa//nder Sides

Vol//tron

Yeaaah, again, there are some fandoms I might have forgotten to add so yeah

ALSO, before stuff happens

I don't usually draw fandom related stuff unless its for a commission!!!

Along with that, art requests and coms are closed as this ask was uploaded! You can check my bio for when they are open!

#i had to crawl deep into my memory for this LMAO #apologies for all the // inbetween im just making sure that no one outside the tk community sees this #so that i wont get in trouble :')#the cons of being in the community HAFIWKGNSJD /lh #longpost #long post

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saschaederer · 3 months

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- “Rothschild”

- “The cranberries - Zombie” playing in my head

- “Teddy” - “Junior”

- “End time deception”

- “Penny”

- “13 - 13 - 13” (in reference to my Twitter post under SedererAgain)

- “Nut”

- Me putting red shorts on

- “Who blows?”

- “When you sleep I come/cum” - “K”

- “(Dick) nice”

- This video https://youtube.com/shorts/00SVqQMPs78?si=RJRucL8UcZeYl1LI recording by itself when “Cro - Bye Bye” was playing

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When crossing the road: The cars starting prematurely, even though the green light was still on. One or two electric signs apparently having shown something different than what was actually displayed. The middle doors of a tram not opening - misdirection around the bus stops.

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jadipose · 9 months

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"Okay!" Boy, is she chipper. She was excited to hear that. "Just don't leave me here long, okay? I get lonely." Alice looks at you with puppy dog eyes and bursts back into laughter. "You treat me so good!"

As I march back up the beach again, o+nce Alice is o+ut o+f earsho+t I tip my head back and heave a gro+aning sigh. This is... frankly, it's everything to+ me, a go+rgeo+us classy wo+man happy to+ o+verindulge to+ her heart's co+ntent in my presence, seeing right thro+ugh me and liking what she sees. I'm in real tro+uble, no+w...

The bartender no+tices my tro+ubled lo+o+k when I lean heavily back against the bar, my cro+ssed arms pushing my breasts almo+st up to+ my chin. "I'll take the Superio+r, please. The 'baby' tab, ho+neymo+o+n suite. It's all o+n the card. And, do+ yo+u guys sell, like, bo+ttles o+f co+ke?"

#asks

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aeyverrie · 10 months

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GET THE KNOW ME!

My name is Khadija but you can call me Ellie,ellie is my nickname from passing years i started to draw when i was little art have full of incredible ideas and historical that creative things. However :> my prounous are she/her I’m 19 years old and i do digital,traditional art i have interest of history and multifandom game,movie,series

my hobbies are sewing felt plushies and reading books and stories of fictional characters or learning searching more history stuff! ((yeah i’m history nerd sorry ovo’’ I’m from Turkey and i do my best to keep drawing characters and doing ocs and stories of it!

any toxic,zooph*lia,p*dophila,n*cro,proshipper,homophobia who following me DNI with me if you hate,and try to mess with me.. then you better get the f***k out of my page unhuman creature!

I’m sensitive person and sometimes when some stuff get diffcult i get little serious..but no worries i do my best to calm down!

i hope we can talk and share what we do little artists and big artists!

anyway i hope you’ll like my Tumblr page..regards Ellie aka aeyverrie !

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hello pal!! your writing is so good, you do not KNOW how late i stayed up late night reading your stuff!! neither do i but that’s besides the point!!! can i request the brothers with an s/o who loves to crochet? cause when me and my homies get together you KNOW each person is going home with at least two big chunky sweaters. like those you only wear when you’re going to bed or when you know company isn’t coming. thank you, and have a good day beyb!!!

Ajdjdjjajwnfakneic it makes me giddy you spend so much time reading my stuff! ♡♡♡ and

B O I

I literally opened so many tabs on crochet things theyre all either so cute, cool or pretty! There was so many ideas I can't even-

I miss having crotchet things but they catch so much dust wdjakdjkakendka

And guess what? I got so excited I added the Undatables

The Brothers, The Undatables, MC and Crochet.

Lucifer

He had to blink a few times when the mug he usually used now had a really intricate crochet cozy around it.

He knew you had a passion for crocheting, but he didn't expect to be presented with something for himself. Specially not out of nowhere.

Don't worry though, he will straight up refuse to use any other mug and he will be so cranky for the entire day if his mug didn't have it's cozy around it due to it needing to be washed.

Please make three scarves for cerberus, p l e a s e. Lucifer will love it.

Mammon

Make him a coin pouch and make it animal themed.

He is basically so posessive of that little pouch we will not let anyone even breathe too close to it.

And you know what else you should make him?

A crochet hat with cat ears.

He will look so damn cute and he will be so smiley whenever he has a chance to wear it and he will look so proud.

The sight of him counting the money in his animal themed purse with a concentrated pout while wearing the hat can kill, k i l l.

Leviathan

The day you decorate a small aquarium with little crochet fish and aquatic plants is the day he will be sure that, if he died right there and then, he would die a happy man.

Also I bet that pouf thing besides his bathup is already so used it has already become quite unconfortable to sit on, so you know what?

Make him a crochet pouf.

You best believe it already has a curse put on it so that it will make anyone else who dares to sit on that pouf that aren't you or him without asking regret it for the rest of their lives.

Satan

This is how you can make Satan the happiest man alive:

Make crochet cat beds for the stray cats around the devildom, the sight of them snuggily curled up on them will be enough to get him in a good mood for days.

Make him a crochet book marker. If you want you can even make more than one, each referencing to a different genre so that he not only can mark down where he stopped but also match the marker with the story he is reading.

On the extra note, make a poop shaped crochet and just place it around the house and watch as Lucifer glares at it in offense.

Satan will forever love you.

Asmodeus

Make 👏 him 👏 a crochet 👏 scarf 👏

Choose any colors you think would look good on him and with his outfits, you best believe he will make one right back for you.

Also, crochet phone pouches and cases???? Y e s ???

With each present he gives a different level of screech.

There is a good chance of you guys getting so into crochet presents that at some point your entire bedrooms will be covered in crochet things made by each other.

Beelzebub

And finally, crochet sweaters.

Have you ever thought about being bear hugged by Beel while he is wearing a big crochet sweater because he is just so happy and at some point he even lifts you up from the floor?

Because I have.

And you know what else he would love? Crochet bags.

He will not carry his book in anything else, and he takes such a good care of it. Making sure to not place it anywhere dirty, washing it regularly and not carrying any type of food that can stain inside it.

He is baby.

Belphegor

This one is so obvious.

Crochet pillows? He basically can't sleep anywhere else. Crochet blanket? He basically wraps himself around it in a cocoon to the point only the top of his hair and maybe his toes are showing and it's just such a ridiculously cute sight.

Watch out because if you get too close to cocoon Belphie he may pull you inside too and you will not be getting out any time soon.

There is no better experience than being lifted up by Beel with him when you end up in said situation.

Solomon

Make him crochet socks.

And make them with the most ridiculously cursed color combinations you can manage.

He will wear them around Asmo just to piss him off.

Also crochet aprons are a thing???

Write something like 'kiss the cook' on it.

He definetelly is the type of person to love wearing those unironically.

If you want you can make a crochet replica of his wand. He will find it so cute.

Simeon

SIMEON WITH A CROCHET CARDIGAN.

Just

Imagine

And imagine him giving you a hug while wearing it.

Also crochet pencil toppers.

There is a good chance whenever he uses pencils now he will always take a moment to look at the cute topper and give a chuckle.

The sillier you make them the more smiley Simeon will get.

Luke

Crochet oven mitts!!!!!

This kid will be so happy he will bounce on his feet when you give it to him!

He will always use them when baking. In fact, sometimes he doesn't even need to use them but he will use them anyways.

Also, matching lucky charms!!

Teach him how to make it and he will surely make quite a few for everyone, each being a bit different from the other.

Diavolo

Cro 👏 chet 👏 plushie 👏

Make them just big enough to fit his hands and have yourself die at the sight of this hunk of a demon craddling a plushie and being so happy and giddy he gets blushy.

I personally recomend making him a dinossaur.

Also, make him a crochet bracelet.

He will always wear it when he can, he may even consider it a lucky charm for himself.

There is just something oddly endearing about having the Demon Lord wear a crochet bracelet.

Barbatos

And last but not least, just throw as many crochet cup mats and table covers as you can on this man.

Then just wait and watch as they slowly invade the daily life of the demon as he uses them around the castle.

It's there at the tea time under the cups and over the lunch table, it's there in the guests bedrooms decorating the bedsise desk, and it's there under his cup when he takes a small tea break in the kitchen.

He may not make much of a big deal about it but believe me when I say even Diavolo would fear him if he stained one of them even slightly.

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Welcome to my Account 🏳️‍🌈♾️❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

I'm an artist who hyperfixates on a bunch of cartoons. I do drawings, write fanfiction, and occasionally make memes. Here are the fandoms I'm in. I mostly make posts about the first one though but I'll try to make more for the rest:

Fetch! with Ruff Ruffman🐶🐈‍⬛🐀

Animaniacs💛💙💖🐁🐁

Sam and Max🐶🐰

Mr. Peabody and Sherman🐶🧒

Wander Over Yonder👽👽💀👁

Whatever Happened to... Robot Jones?🤖

Cuphead/The Cuphead Show☕☕👿🎲

Welcome Home🏳️‍🌈♾️

The Amazing Digital Circus🃏🎭♟️🐰

This list might change in the future. Here's what I don't tolerate:

Bigotry of any kind (racism, sexism, lgbtqia+ phobia, abelism, antisemitism, etc.)

Terfs, radfems, transmeds, truscum, etc

P⁴dos, z00s, n⁴cros, inc⁴st lovers, etc.

NSFW accounts (nothing against you but this is a SFW account)

No proshippers either

Here's my other accounts. Feel free to check them out:

@fruitystarstar (my regular art account where I talk about my OCs) (This account is currently defunct)

@ask-ruff-ruffman-and-friends (my ask account about Fetch) (This account is under construction and I will tend to it when I'm not busy)

My Welcome Home x K-12 au hashtag: #H-12

Welcome Home x Portals: Welcome Portals/Creature Wally

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khaleesiofalicante · 4 years

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Uncle Jace Headcanons

Jace is not Malec’s first choice when it comes to babysitting. It’s Clary, Simon, Isabelle and then Jace. But Jace is actually Max and Rafe’s favourite babysitter. (Clary, my darling, no offense, but...FROM THE MOUTH OF BABES, SUCKERS!!)

Jace loves to babysit with Clary. She acts as the buffer for all his crazy plans. But there was one time when she allowed Jace to make a spaghetti bath for Max. Magnus was not pleased to find spaghetti in Max’s horns that night.

He is really good at putting the kids to sleep. They always go to sleep without fussing when Jace is there. (The key is to talk to them about weapons. They eventually get bored and just fall as-EXCUSE ME BUT HAVE YOU BEEN TALKING TO MY KIDS ABOUT SWORDS? Of course not!! Do you think I am insane? I obviously started with daggers. Next week, we will cover cros-JACE!!)

He is not so good at telling them stories. (JONATHAN CHRISTOPHER WHAT IN ANGEL’S NAME DID YOU TELL MY CHILDREN ABOUT A FALCON????)

Max and Rafe love it when Jace reads them stories from their mundane story books. Especially because ‘he does all the voices’.

Jace carved a small toy soldier, just like he had done for his brother, for Blueberry. He bought Rafe a small bow and arrow set to play with. They love playing with these toys.

He likes to tell the kids embarrassing stories about their dad. But Max and Rafe just find it adorable.

He is incredibly protective of them. He doesn't let anyone hurt them. (WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS? DOES SHE KNOW WHO HIS UNCLE IS? SHE NEEDS TO BE TAUGHT A LESSON!!...Jace, calm down. She is just four. And she only pushed Max down. Little kids are like tha-SHE IS NOT A LITTLE KID, ALEC. SHE IS A LITTLE DEMON! YOU WILL SEE!!)

Max and Rafe still have no idea that Jace’s actually name is Jonathan Christopher.

Rafe loves wearing Jace’s leather jackets. So, of course Jace got them matching black leather jackets.

Jace cried the first time Max called him ‘Uncle Jace’.

He has safely kept every single drawing Rafe had made for him. He even put some up on the institute refrigerator.

They like to bake together too. Jace can make excellent cookies (He learned how to make them for Kit) Jace is a little worried to leave the poor little things at a Lightwood’s mercy. (We are not that bad, you k..Oh, really, Alec? Izzy! Alec wants you to cook for his k-DO YOU WANT MY CHILDREN TO DIE???)

They love putting Bapak’s makeup on uncle Jace. He says he doesn't need it, but he indulges them anyway. Coincidentally, Magnus’ cocoa butter chapsticks went missing after that.

Jace usually never sings for anyone but Max and Rafe (and Clary of course). They love watching him play the piano. Sometimes Bapak sings with them too.

Jace like to take them out on walks too. They want to Central Park. Once. It didn't go well. (I WILL SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT WHEN MY NEPHEWS ARE OLD ENOUGH TO SHOOT FIREBALLS AND ARROWS AT YOU!! BLOOD THIRSTY BEASTS!!!)

For the lovely @my-malec-dash 💛

#I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK 84 YEARS FHGKJDHF #hope you like ;)#jace herondale #max lightwood bane #rafael lightwood bane #lightwood banes #uncle jace #max and rafe #tmi #tmi gang #tsc #tsc headcanons #dani writes headcanons

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weloveharrypotter · 4 years

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Father Figure Pt. 5

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Student! Orphan! Reader

Summary: Christmas is now around the corner and Kat, Y/n’s best friend, confronts Y/n about her sneak aways. She admits that she’s been heading back to hang out with Fred, and she lets it slip that she opened up to him. Kat got angry Y/n opened up to him and not her, and Y/n goes to the one place of comfort. (An Au where Fred lived, it takes place in current time so he’s about 42, Cursed child never happens.)

Warnings: cussing?, falling out with friend/ arguement, friend being rude/degrading

It just after school and Y/n noticed something was up with Kat. They walked into their shared room, luckily they were the only ones there.

They dropped their books on their beds and plopped down.

“Today was very long.” Y/n said.

Kat hummed in response. Y/n sat up and huffed.

“What’s going on.” Y/n asked.

“Nothing.” Kat responded.

“That’s a lie.” Y/n retorted.

Kat sat up and looked conflicted.

“Where have you been going?” Kat asked.

“What do you mean?” Y/n asked.

“I see you sneaking out at night, where do you go?” Kat asked.

Y/n sighed.

“Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.” Y/n replied.

“Both before and after curfew basically all days of the week?” Kat asked. Y/n nodded.

“Doing what? You haven’t brought anything back.” Kat said.

“I never said I was buying anything.” Y/n retorted.

“So you just going their to hang out?” Kat asked, and Y/n nodded.

“With who!?” Kat asked angrily.

“Fred Weasley.” Y/n muttered as she stood up.

“You’ve been sneaking out at late hours to see Fred Weasley! Why? Do realize how that sounds!?” Kat yelled.

“It’s not like that!” Y/n yelled back.

“Than what’s it like!?” Kat asked.

“It’s just... not like that. Hes like... a... father.” Y/n said. God she never thought she would say anything like that.

“He’s understanding, he’s listens, he’s comforting, he cares, and he made it easy to open up-.” “What!?” Kat yelled cutting her off.

“What?” Y/n asked confused.

“Open up!?” Kat asked angrily.

“Kat-.” “No! I’ve been you best friend for two years, and you haven’t told me a single thing. And you know some guy for almost two months and you tell him!?” She said.

“Kat, I know-.” “No you don’t!” She yelled.

“God I put up with you for two years! You and your bullshit! I let you constantly bother me, and you open up to someone else after two months. You know what!? Good! I’m glad you bothered someone else!” Kat yelled.

Y/n’s mind raced a million miles per hour. ‘Bothered? I really am a problem.’ She thought.

“Well, if I’m such a problem... I’ll leave.” Y/n said holding back tears as she grabbed her phone and wand and left.

She cried as she left the school, attempting to avoid any people, so they wouldn’t see her crying. She ran to the train and immediately got on.

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Y/n was walking through diagon alley, about to get to Fred’s store, and she hasn’t calmed down.

She was still crying but she managed to hold back her sobs. She finally got the Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

She’s reach out and grabbed the door but stopped. The memory of what Kat said came crawling back. ‘I’m tired of your bullshit’ ‘I’m glad you bother someone else’ rang through her head.

Y/n let go of the door and walked away while wiping a tear. She managed to find an empty alley way, not far from the shop.

Luckily there was a bench. She sat on it and brought her knees up, and hugged them. She made sure to cover everything so she wouldn’t have a repeat of the creepy guy.

She put her head down and she could no longer hold back. Y/n sobbed as tears rapidly escaped her eyes.

“Hey, it’s alright.” She heard a worried voice say. She looked up and saw Fred. He walked over and kneeled in front of her.

“H-how did you k-know I was here?” Y/n chcoked out.

“I saw you about to come to the shop, but I noticed you were crying a bit, and ran off.” Fred informed.

“What happened?” He asked.

Y/n took a deep breath before pulling herself together enough to talk.

“Kat and I finished school. And I noticed recently she’s been distant so I asked her.” Y/n started.

“She asked me where I was going all the time and I told her to your store. We argued and I let it slip that I opened up to you.” Y/n before taking a breath.

“And then she got mad because I’ve known her for two years, and I haven’t opened up to her. And she said she was happy that I did Beacuse she was tired of my bullshit, and that I’m a bother.” Y/n finished.

There was a moment of silence.

“But when I got to the shop I realized it was true. And I-I didn’t want to interrupt you while you were working.” Y/n added. Fred placed his hands on either side of her face.

“Y/n, you can come to me whenever you need me. I will always be there. Wether it’s in the middle of the day or midnight. Wether it’s winter, summer, spring, or Autumn. You come to me when you need to.” Fred said as he wiped her tears away with his thumbs.

“And you are not a bother. You could never be. And you should never feel guilty for opening up. Opening up should make you feel better, and if she’s doing otherwise, she’s not a real friend.” Fred continued.

Y/n dropped her legs to a cris cros position and wrapped her arms around Fred. She buried her head onto his shoulder and let herself cry.

Fred hugged her back, and rubbed her back comfortingly as she let it all out. He could tell she needed it.

Eventually Y/n pulled herself together and leaned back. She whipped her tears and regained her regular breathing.

“There goes everything.” She said quietly.

“What do you mean?” Fred asked hearing her.

“I was supposed to go to her house for Christmas in a few weeks. We’re not going to make up by than, if at all.” Y/n informed.

Fred’s heart ached because that ment one of two options. She either had to go back to the orphanage, or she had to stay at Hogwarts.

That’s when a third option popped into his head, and he waisted no time offering it.

“Come to Christmas with me.” Fred said.

“What?” Y/n asked.

“Come to Christmas with me and my family.” Fred repeated.

“I can’t let you go back to an orphanage.” Fred added.

“I can just stay at Hogwarts.” Y/n suggested.

“But than your missing out on a true family Christmas.” He replied.

“Well it’s not like I’ll know what I’m missing.” She retorted with a bitter chuckle.

“But you could.” Fred said.

“Just think about it?” He asked. Y/n nodded.

“Now, let’s get you cleaned up and back to Hogwarts.” Fred said.

Y/n shook her head.

“Why not?” Fred asked.

“I can’t. I can’t sleep in the same room with her. At least not for the night.” She said.

“Than where do you plan to go?” Fred asked.

“I don’t know. There’s a couple benches around diagon alley I could sleep on. It wouldn’t be the first time I crashed outside like this.” Y/n said.

“No.” Fred replied.

“What do you mean no?” Y/n asked.

“I can’t let you sleep outside.” Fred explained.

“I’ll be fine.” Y/n tried to reassure.

“No. I’m not going to let you sleep outside in the cold, where anything could happen to you.” Fred refused.

“Well I’m not going back.” Y/n said.

“You can stay at my place for the night.” Fred said.

“Are you sure, I don’t want to both-.” “What did I say. You could never bother me.” Fred said cutting her off.

She nodded.

“Come on, we’ll finish my shift, and then we can have a nice dinner and you can get some rest.” Fred added.

Y/n nodded once again. Fred stood up and so did Y/n. The pair walked back to Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

He took her to the bathroom and handed her paper towels and than he brought her to his office.

Fred felt bad having to leave her in his office but he had to work, and she seemed to understand that.

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It was now 10:57pm, and Fred and George were probably closing up so Y/n decided to make her way out.

Y/n left the office and made her way down stairs.

“When did you get here?” She heard a familiar voice ask. She turned to see George.

George and Y/n had grown close too, but not in the same way, or as much as she did with Fred.

“She got here hours ago, she’s been in my office.” Fred replied.

“Why’d you stop by? Another prank?” He asked.

Fred looked over at Y/n. The face he gave was as he was asking permission. Y/n nodded.

“Her best friend and her had an argument and a falling out today. She came here crying but remembers something her friend had said, and left. I chased her and long story short, she’s refusing to go to hogwarts, and she spending the night at mine.” Fred explained briefly.

George was taken aback at the information, but nodded.

“Why don’t you get home than, I can handle closing.” George offered.

“Are you sure?” Fred asked. George responded in response.

“Alright, come along than.” Fred said. Y/n walked over and him, and they were on his way.

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Fed and Y/n got to his place and walked in. Fred closer and locked the door after them. The pair slipped their shoes of and walked in.

“Make you self at home, I’ll be right back.” Fred said as he walked off to a room.

Y/n looked around as she took in everything. She sat down and it was not too long before Fred walked out with clothes in his hand.

He walked back over and stretched his arms out with the clothes in his hands.

“Here you go darling.” Fred said as he held out his clothes.

Y/n took the clothes from Fred. He pointed her in the direction of the bathroom, and she made her way over.

Y/n walked in and removed her uniform, and put on the clothes. It was just a regular sweatpants and hoodie. She grabbed her clothes.

However, both were obviously super big on her, and they smelled like Fred. She walked out and back into the main room.

She noticed the Fred had moved from the living/entrance area, into the kitchen. Luckily the kitchen was open so she should see him and what he was doing.

She walked over and stopped at the entry way to the kitchen, and leaned against a pillar.

“Thanks for the clothes.” Y/n thanked.

“No problem.” He said as he gathered some Ingredients.

He turned around and saw her holding her clothes.

“Do you know how to cook?” He asked.

Y/n looked down slightly embarrassed.

“I only really now how to make grilled cheese.” She admitted.

Fred chuckled and nodded and had magic take over cooking. He turned around and walked over to Y/n.

“I’ll throw those in the wash.” He said as he reached his hand out.

“You did sit on a dirty alley bench, and cry in them.” He added.

“Good idea.” She said handing it to him.

He walked off to what she presumed the laundry room, and he soon came back. He resumed making his dinner but without magic.

“Come here.” He said. Y/n walked up to him.

“Tonight your going to learn how to make some Pizza.” Fred said.

For the next 25 minutes Fred tought Y/n how to make pizza dough. Once it was made they rolled it out, and put on the sauce and topping.

“Alright, put that in the oven.” Fred said as he cleaned up.

Y/n picked up the pizza and opened the oven. A little anxiety picked up. She never really used an oven before, she only ever watched how one worked.

“Should I wear gloves?” Y/n asked.

Fred turned and chuckled when he saw her.

“No you don’t need to.” He said. He then chuckled when he saw her.

“I’ll do it darling.” He said.

“No, I can do it.” Y/n said.

Y/n, really carefully bent over and than quickly put the over in the pizza in, and sprung back up. Than closed the door.

“There were good.” Y/n said.

Fred chuckled as he set the timer for 15 minutes. They washed their hand and dried them off.

“So what do you usually do when you wait?” Y/n asked.

“I’ll usually watch some tv.” Fred answered.

“You have a tv?” She asked.

“Yup, I went out to the muggle world and got one.” He replied.

“Have you ever used one before?” He asked.

Y/n shook her head.

“I live in an orphanage for witches and the owner hates muggles so theirs a ban on everything muggle related. But I was able to buy and sneak my phone around.” Y/n explained.

“Well, today you get to use one.” Fred replied.

He led her to the living room, and he turned on his tv. The pair picked a movie to watch.

Sooner or later the timer went off and Fred went to cool off and cut the pizza. He came back with two plates, and he handed one to her.

They watched the movie and ate and for the first time in Y/n’s life... she felt like she had a family.

Sure Kat used be there but she never felt close enough to call her family. She also never felt close or comfortable enough to open up.

But with Fred it was different. He made her feel safe, comfortable, loved. He... felt like a dad.

Once the movie was over she handed her plate to Fred.

“Thank you.” Y/n said.

“No problem-.” “No not just for the food, and letting me stay the night. Thank you... for everything.” Y/n said cutting him off.

Fred scooted over and wrapped his arm sounded her shoulders, and rubbed her arm comfortingly.

“You don’t need to thank me, darling.” He said before he kissed the top of her head, and stood up.

He walked into the kitchen, and Y/n took a sip of her drink. Soon he came back out, and asked her if she needed anything other than pillows and a blanket.

Once she said she was fine he ran off, and got her a blanket and pillow, and they said Goodnight.

Fred turned off the lights and went into his room. Y/n laid her head on the cold pillow, and pulled the warm blanket over her body.

The events of today ran through her head, and eventually she managed to drift off to sleep.

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(A/N): thank you for reading. Hope you enjoyed. There will be more parts. 😊

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