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both characters are trans and both characters use she/her pronouns.

[e-vay]

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Here’s the latest assembly of asks, assorted by topics so you can browse only what interests you. Also, some questions refer to the Choose-Your-Own-Adventure game I made, so to avoid spoilers for those of you who haven't played it, I put those asks all the way at the bottom. If you haven't played my game yet, please go play it!

PERSONAL ASKS

Anon asked: E-vay may i ask which tablet mark do you use for your drawings?

And dreamylumi-art asked: Was wondering what is your favorite brushes In Procreate? Your drawings look so fun and bouncy that I’m interested in your process!

A: I use an iPad and I do all my drawings in Procreate now. I like to experiment with brushes, but the primary brushes I use come standard with Procreate. I use the "Procreate Pencil" for my sketches and the "Technical Pen" for linework :)

Anon asked: How are u and ur family doing? ❤️

A: You are so very sweet for asking ❤️ We're all doing really good right now. My dad's surgery went great and he's cancer free and fully healed. My mom is on medication that's helped her a lot. Things are also looking up for my younger sister (she even got engaged this Christmas!). I'm stressed but for good reasons hahaha I'm very thankful and counting my blessings right now.

twistedchaos101 asked: Hey, what’s your MBTI?

A: I just retook the test and I got "INFJ-T Advocate" for myself :)

karura-senpai asked: Have u ever heard of these new bollywood movies like Animal and Dunki which are popular rn around the world because of instagram reels and tiktok videos...

A: I can't say that I have, I'm sorry! My Tiktok FYP is very niche so I don't see many things about movies on there.

edwinflores428 asked: E-vay, since you're also a Beatles enjoyer, did you hear the new Beatles song 'Now and Then'?

A: I had not known about this before you told me! I just listened to it and I really loved it. It has that beautiful, 60's-Beatles feel to me. Thank you so much for point it out to me!

Anon asked: What's your creative process when going into writing / planning for a comic? Apologies if this has been asked before.

A: I normally start by just jotting down any super rough concepts/quotes in my notes app. If the piece I'm doing involves stuff I don't know by heart (renaissance clothing or certain landscapes or anything like that) I'll work on gathering a TON of resource images. That way I'm not interrupting my drawing process by repeatedly stopping to look up references. I try to do it all up front and have it saved somewhere I can easily access.

Once I have more time, I'll write out the script in a Google Doc. I break up the script by each panel. I won't always have all the elements ready in my head, and sometimes I'll combine panels or separate them more, but I can always adjust:

Once I have a basic script, I can start to rough out the drawings/panels. These are just gestural drawings; I'm not looking to do anything too detailed here. I'm trying to figure out what best captures the emotions/energy of the scene and determine the natural flow of where your eyes will want to read the art and word bubbles:

Then I move on to the "pencils." This is my opportunity to nail down the expressions and flow. Sometimes I'll realize the page is imbalanced so I will redesign the panels so it has more even weight distribution or make it more dynamic/emotional. I always draw the characters in different colors so it can help me make sure I know what lines belong to which character:

Then it's on to all the fun stuff: Lines, coloring, shading and adding text!

I hope this answered your question! It's pretty straight forward :)

Anon asked: have you ever watched the anime fairy tail? if no i think sonamy fits the main couple NaLu (natsu x lucy) really well, like as if they’re similar 🫶🏻

A: I'm sorry, I've never seen it! I don't watch much anime anymore.

Anon asked: Can you make different characters(aka people sonic characters/oc) in your own style

A: When I'm open for commissions, yes! I am not open for commissions at the moment but I plan on doing that this year.

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MISC SONIC ASKS

chrismantike asked: What’re your thoughts on longclaw (the owl from the sonic movie) does she exist in your AU as Sonic’s mom?

A: I liked the relationship we saw between Longclaw and baby Sonic in the movie, but I consider the movie as something entirely separate from the game/comic canon. I don't include any of the movie elements as part of my AU.

essycogany asked: What do you like most about Prime!Sonic?

A: Hmm, I think my favorite thing about him is how open he is with his emotions. In this show, he's very verbal about how much he cares about his friends and he doesn't hide it when he's sad or upset about something. In other media, Sonic has a habit of masking his emotions. I get that that's part of his personality, but it's nice to see this different side of him. (I also like how he showed more emotions in Frontiers, too!)

juli071023 asked: e-vay, what motivates you a lot about Sonic these years, why do you love it a lot, what motivates you about that character?

A: In the words of Young Neil, 'that's kind of a big question' haha. Simply put, the franchise just fuels me with excitement and joy and love! The character Sonic represents happiness and freedom and living in the moment and loving life to the fullest and I think that's such a great outlook to have. From a meta standpoint, I love how good the Sonic Team is to us fans. They engage with us regularly and put out SO MUCH CONTENT for us, more than any other franchise I'm aware of! I mean there are plenty of other great IPs out there, but you don't get the bombardment of games and shows and comics and social media engagement (etc) that you get with Sonic. I just think that's so cool! The fans love Sonic so much and the creators know that and reward us for our commitment. It's awesome.

Anon asked: So who do you think would win in a fight between Mario and Sonic

A: I gotta go with my boy Sonic! But of course it's better when they team up :D

Anon asked: How do you feel about the Dadow theory/au? As in Shadow being Silvers Dad. I honestly like it a lot.

A: If they're related, I think it makes more sense for Shadow to be Silver's grandpa or great grandparent. I think there are plot holes to say that he's directly his dad but I'm definitely open to them being related. Plus I think people can headcanon/au just about whatever they want, so I'm not against that theory :)

Anon asked: Hi e-vay, I hope you’re having a great day!! My question is: if there were to be a Sonic movie that’s only about Sonic and the guys but they were all being played by human actors, which actors do you think would suit them best?

A: Thank you so much, I hope you are too! Oh man this was so difficult but I put a ton of thought into it. And I'm sure there are still tons of actors I'm not thinking of who would be better, but here's what my gut tells me: Older Sonic: Max Greenfield [x] [x] or Jack Quaid [x] [x]. They're so witty and handsome and are built like runners! Younger Sonic: Jack Dylan Grazer Older Amy: Alison Brie. Even if it wasn't a live action movie, I so desperately wish that Alison Brie could be Amy's voice actor. I'm actually working on an animation where Amy is paired with some Alison Brie lines because I think it's such a perfect fit. She's sweet and funny and strong and sexy. She's on the petite side but she has that confidence that just commands a room. Ugh, Amy and Alison are my dream women 💖 Younger Amy: McKenna Grace Older Tails: Justice Smith or Cole Sprouse Younger Tails: Noah Jupe or Jacob Tremblay. Sorry, I don't know many young actors but I think they're both great! Older Knuckles: Terry Crews or Jason Momoa Younger Knuckles: Tyler James Williams [x] [x] Shadow: Jensen Ackles or Michael B Jordan 💖Swoon💖 Older Rouge: Ana de Armas or Charlize Theron Younger Rouge: Jenna Ortega or Sophie Turner

Anon asked: How old are the sonic boom characters in your opinion?

A: Firstly, I've said this before but I don't think Mobian age works the same as human age. I consider the Sonic Boom characters as all being what we'd consider as late teens or young adults. They all act like me and my friends did when were were college age haha

Anon asked: What do u think tails looked/acted during puberty🙂

A: That's what Tall!Tails is all about! I think he shot up in height and outgrew Sonic immediately. Maybe he got a bit more snarky and might mutter about how annoying it is that Sonic doesn't think things through before acting, but Tails is a sweetheart and I think he'd overall still be nice even while he's in that awkward stage of life.

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MY OCs/AU ASKS

@redbirduniverse13 asked: Hi i love your art 💖 My question is, are your characters aware that other versions of them exist?

A: Thank you so much! No, they aren't aware of any other versions of them out there. Ruff would probably be most hopeful to meet other versions of himself since he's into comic books and would love the concept of the multiverse.

twistedchaos101 asked: What's your ocs MBTI?

A: I have too many OCs to do all of them lol But I'll do it for Aurora and CC. As Aurora, the results from the test were: "ENFP-T Campaigner" As CC, the results from the test were: "INTJ-A Architect"

Anon asked: Question, how is Aurora able to glow ?

A: Aurora has photokinesis, which gives her the ability to manipulate light. This results in a lot of things she's able to do that involve light, but glowing is the easiest thing for her to do (and is the hardest for her to suppress lol). She was born with these abilities but they didn't manifest until she was about preteen age.

charlieangel345 asked: You know everytime I saw Aurora glow up, her photokinesis power changes color. It made me wonder if she feel happy, angry, or sad, her light power might change colors. I can imagine she can create rainbow light.

A: Absolutely! Her powers are severely influenced by her emotions, so the color of her glow would definitely change based on her feelings. I have her inhibitors glow green naturally, but she could do any color under the light spectrum.

freshcreationgarden asked: I like to think Aurora's favorite fairytale growing up was beauty and the beast. Something about a handsome prince who hides beneath a rough exterior who believes they are not worthy of love who is bound to a "Rose"

A: Oh that is just too sweet! That metaphor is very perfect for what I write for her romantic future ;) I have said in a previous ask that Thumbelina is her favorite fairytale, but I like your headcanon too!

Anon asked: Hi, something randomly popped in my head about like the comics of aurora and I wondered, has aurora ever gotten sick?

A: Of course! She's just a regularly lady so she gets sick like average people do. I see her as the type that doesn't get sick often, but when she does it LAAAASTS. (That's how I am and it sucks!)

Anon asked: I know this might be a weird question, but can it be possible if Aurora can do chaos control with a chaos emerald like Sonic and Shadow.

A: I'll be honest, because we don't know much about Chaos Emeralds, I don't know who is capable of using them or not. But because Sonic is capable of using Chaos Control, I'm going to say yes Aurora should be able to as well. I don't think it's a technique either of them can master like Shadow does. Chaos Control seems second nature to Shadow.

Anon asked: if we go by sonic underground lore imagine Aurora finding out that she's technically a princess/duchess. Like sonic always call her princess because that's what dad's typically call their daughters, but then she finds out and her mind just explodes.

A: Honestly, I'm not a Sonic Underground fan. I know a lot of people love it for the nostalgia, but I didn't watch it growing up so I don't have any ties to it and I am not a fan of the story. I'm okay if people want to headcanon tying it in, but it's not for me.

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don't like Shadora*

Anon said: Hi, so glad you’re back! Just reread Boom!Baby where Rouge mentions how hedgehogs have a lot of babies and I think it’s kinda funny in the future Shadow and Aurora have eight

A: Thank you so much, I'm so happy to be back! Yeah, Rouge really knew what she was talking about 😆 I bet she told Shadow the same thing when they were expecting!

Anon asked: Does aroura ever run into her ex again?

A: Aurora spends most of her life in a small bubble, rarely leaving her home town, so she would have run into him now and then. Again though, they were kids when they were "boyfriend/girlfriend" and you can hardly even call them that (Imagine like in the Barbie movie, how Ken and Barbie don't know what it means to be Girlfriend-Boyfriend) so it's not awkward running into each other. It's more of a "Hey there's that person I used to know"

prophecyhyper asked: When Aurora was born and Amy said "She's more perfect than I imagined" What did she imagine of Aurora looking like?

A: She didn't have an exact image in mind when she said that. It was more like an amorphous concept. You know somehow the baby will look like you and your partner, but there are so many different outcomes. So she would have daydreamed about all the possibilities: the baby looking more like Sonic, the baby looking more like her, maybe the baby having elements of their grandparents.

Anon asked: Will Sage exist in your AU?

A: Yes! I adore Sage!

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don't like Shadora*

Anon asked: Hey Evay, I’ve been thinking about this lately. It’s kind of silly question. If there is a naughty and nice list, which of Shadora Kids is naughty or nice.

A: This was a great question and I'm so sorry I missed it before the holidays! This is all in fun, none of them got punished: Piper: Nice but ONLY after Santa had to give her a lecture on how she needs to not be a smartass and boss around her siblings Zane: Naughty (He did too many stunts indoors!) Nova: Nice Aster: Naughty (He and Blitz plotted to kidnap Santa) Blitz: Naughty (She finds it a point of pride) Diamond: Nice Cinder: Nice (He's scared of Santa) Boon: NICE! (He doesn't know the meaning of the word naughty!)

Anon asked: haven’t seen CC in a while, could we have more CC please

A: There will be more CC, I promise! :)

kbluetoons asked: Say, after reading your spindash lesson comic (which was really cute by the way), what if Aurora showed her kids how to spindash like how Sonic showed her?

A: Aw I'm so happy you liked it! Yes, learning to spin dash is vital to a hedgehog's upbringing ;) She'd teach them very young but then immediately regret it because they'd be spindashing all over the house. Now she knows why Sonic was so hesitant to teach her when she was little!

mod-bubamon asked: I know spooky season is over but how do cc and tails handle horror movies? Does cc Criticize every litter thing the protagonist do? Does tails even get scared after all he's been through? IF CC GETS SCARED DOES SHE HUGS TAILS TAILS FOR COMFORT??? THIS IS IMPORTANT

A: Hahaha I loved this question! First of all, Spooky Season is never over for me! ↜(ˈ╰ •ω•)╯ψ So bring on all your Halloweeny ideas! CC would not be fun to watch horror movies with. She would be overly analytical, not only of the actions that the victims are doing but how unrealistic the injuries/gore/battles are haha. I see Tails as someone who originally was afraid of scary movies, but watching them with CC has actually helped him to be less afraid of them. Now he spots the same flaws she does and they like to roast them together! Just to clarify -- CC does get scared of things, just not horror movies.

Anon asked: Hey, I rediscovered your art recently and almost forgot how much I loved it! I love CC and was wondering if you had any small head cannon kinda things you have for her and Tails you would share that you haven't already?

A: Well welcome back and thank you so very much! This question was not related to the previous question, but the previous question sparked an idea for me so I'm going to expand on it here. When Tails and CC first started watching horror movies together, CC noticed that Tails was super on edge. To help relax him, she'd take his tails into her lap and pet them to calm him down. He's not as scared of movies anymore, but he always has her stroke his tails while they watch shows together now :) Also, CC is still getting used to Mobian mannerisms and nuances. They've made a nightly routine where during dinner, she debriefs Tails on all the new conversations and interactions she's had with people and Tails scores her on how well she's adjusting. She likes the challenge and strives for a better "score" every day!

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SHIPPING ASKS

essycogany asked: How are you feeling about the new Sonamy material from this and last year? Things are really starting to become more obvious as the years go on.

A: It does my shriveled little heart so much good! I don't know that they'll ever cross that line in canon, but I love how much their relationship has evolved compared to years ago. It means the world to me that Sonic considers Amy as one of his best friends and as someone he can depend on (and is even willing to think about dating ((in reference to that cut dialog line from Frontiers)). And I love that Amy has proven that her feelings for Sonic are more than just a fan-crush; she genuinely loves him for who he is and will always be there for him. UGH IT MAKES ME FEEL SO ALIVE!

Anon asked: I just wanted to say that I love love love your sonamy works! :D Absolutely adorable (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Also, only if you want to answer ofc, what are your thoughts on the ship Metamy (Metal Sonic and Amy)? Thank you for the lovely food you bring and have a wonderful day!

A: Oh gosh, thank you so much! You just made my day wonderful by this sweet message! I do ship Metamy! After all, I believe in my heart of hearts that Sonic has feelings for Amy and Metal Sonic is supposed to be the same as him... ^_~ I think despite his transgressions, Amy has a special place in her heart for Metal. He's one of the reasons she even met Sonic in the first place! But what I'd prefer most is for Metal Sonic to have a Metal Amy. That way everybody wins 💕

Anon asked: Hi e-vay I love ur dr who art!! Question, do tenrose remind you of sonamy? Or do any characters or couples from the whoverse remind you of any sonic character or couples?

A: Ahhh thank you so much! I always thought my Doctor Who art got lost in the void so I'm so glad you found it! TenRose is my favorite DoctorWho ship, so I think by law I have to relate them to sonamy haha. But honestly I think RoryXAmyPond suits sonamy more if you reverse the roles. Rory's absolute dedication to AmyPond--regardless of death--was the definition of love, and that's how I feel Amy Rose is for Sonic. I can't think of any other ships that are good parallels. River Song reminds me of Rouge just that she's savvy and flirty. Forgive me, I stopped watching after Eleven regenerated so I'm not up to date on anything. If you don't like the Shadora ship then don't click this link, but I have drawn Aurora and Shadow as Ten and Rose before :)

Anon asked: Werehog Sonic and Werehog Amy kiss meme or a mini comic about both kissing in their werehog forms?

A: I kind of already drew that :) It's the 10th drawing in this post.

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don't like Shadora*

penguin-evere asked: hello! this is my first time doing something like this. i've loved your art for a while now (probably since 2017-2018), and i love the new style you have! anyways, i wanted to ask if you've seen the frontiers twitter takeover, and the newfound information about shadow's secret like of some good ol' t. swizzle music, and was curious if aurora would be a fan too, and if they would go to a concert together! i think it'd be really cute.

A: Thank you so much! And I'm so relieved you still like my stuff even after all this time :) Aurora loves pop music and so yeah I could see her being a Taylor fan for sure. Although I don't take Swifty!Shadow as canon (lol) it is still fun to think they could bond over that music together!

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don't like Shadora*

Anon asked: what was the shadora confession like? Cause I like to imagine that it was shadow who confessed and that he did it in the most dramatic way possible, cause he's our drama king.

A: I don't want to reveal too much until I've properly drawn it, but yes for my stories Shadow would confess his love first. He's technically loved her longer since he met her when she traveled back in time to save him so once they've "re-met" I don't think he'd be willing to hide his feelings too long. It's Shadow so of course it has to be so romantic and dreamy~!

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ASKS RE: MY GAME

Anon asked: How did you make the Trick Or Sweet Halloween Game, can you show me what you used or did to make it? If you can do a step by step that would be helpful or just tell me how you did it that would be helpful:))

A: Oh man... Honestly, it was way too complicated of a project to explain in just one answer. And I won't be able to explain any of the technical/coding side. I watched so many tutorials but I just couldn't grasp it, so my husband had to code it for me and I have no idea how he managed it. From a non-technical standpoint, I had to first write out the script for it. That means writing out all the dialog and also writing out every option possible. Even though my game was fairly linear, this was still complicated to write. What helped me was using icons and colors to help me know which actions would lead to which outcomes:

Then came the longest part, the drawing! I had to draw a variety of sprites and backgrounds and objects. Also, some of the actions you take make certain items go away, so I had to remember to hide them depending on the path you took. Once I had all the elements, I assembled them in a Slides presentation to test it out. If you're not doing anything too complicated, you could probably get away with making your game entirely in Google Slides. Mine was too complicated and I wouldn't be able to publish it to my website but it was good for testing. When it was ready for build, I had to make a comprehensive guide for Ryan showing what clicks lead to where, what sound effects should be played when, when the music tracks should switch, etc:

He programmed it in Adobe Animate. I don't know how he did it, other than he's just a brilliant babe and I thank god for him lol

Anon asked: Just at a curiosity though, whatever happened to everyone (especially Sonic & Amy) AFTER your truth serum wore off from your ‘Trick or Sweet Adventure’? Also how about Shadow & Rouge? Did they get affected as well?

A: They lived happily ever after, of course! If the two just told each other how they felt then they'd be happy (in my opinion) so they just needed a little magical kick in the butt haha. I didn't have any plans for Shadow or Rouge, but if I could cast a spell to make them happy then I would give Rouge a throne of diamonds and Shadow the chance to ease the pain in his heart (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

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Thank you all for the questions!

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[vi-trying-to-survive]

Hey, idk of you are going requests but if you are can I request an Anthony Lockwood x fem caryle reader where she is Lucy's older sister who doesnt have any talents and she is very over protective off Lucy so when they come to London, she takes an immediate dislike to Anthony and George but she still tolerates them becuase Lucy wants to work for the agency. She has her own flat and she is studying to become a surgeon.

One day she gets a call from Lucy that lockwood is really hurt and he needs medical attention but he doesn't want to go to the hospital so she sucks it up and goes to help him.

I Care About You

Anthony Lockwood x f!Carlyle!Reader

Warnings: None, this is just fluff :) 💖💖💖

Summary: Y/N has to patch Lockwood up yet again, because for some reason her hates hospitals. Who is she to say no ?

A/N: I hope you guys like this one :) 💖💖💖 I love this request so much! I thought it was so cute and I relate so much cause I'm getting a degree in medicine too :') 💖💖💖 All just to answer the question I do take requests, but I'm super slow :') 💖💖💖 Have a good day :) 💖💖💖

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"Lucy you can't keep calling me to patch your friends up, I do have a life", she frowned. The phone was balanced between her ear and shoulder. As someone who didn't have a talent, she seemed to get involved with agents a little too much. When she had heard that Lucy had left for London, she was excited. It had never occurred to her that she would be accompanied by two boys. George was quiet and a little odd at times, but he meant well. They got along relatively well. He had a lot of questions about human anatomy, but she appreciated that he looked out for her sister. Then there was Lockwood. It wasn't to say that she didn't like him. He was rash and careless, and that attitude was what got Lucy into trouble. She was worried. People who didn't know better would say that she should just avoid him. That was easier said than done, especially when he had an animosity to hospitals, which left her with the job of fixing him whenever he got hurt.

She groaned, "I know, I know, but he always insists on you and not the hospital". Her voice with laced with concern. She ran a hand through her hair.

"Well I hope he knows that I'm much less proficient in comparison to a licensed doctor", she sighed. Hastily she shoved her equipment into a rucksack, slinging it over her shoulder. He was too well aware that despite her thoughts of him and his behaviour, she would never be able to say no. She just didn't have it in her. Sometimes she wondered if he just liked having her around, but no one would put themselves through the kind of self-torture that he did just to have someone over. It seemed crazy.

"So you'll do it ?", she sounded hopeful. At least if anything, she would win her sisters favour.

She shook her head, "Fortunately for Lockwood, my moral code compels me".

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She had her gloves on, gently prodding at the blue-black patches across his face and chest. They were both silent, which was unusual for him. She chewed her bottom lip, concentrating on the gash that was on his cheek, "So, are you going to tell me how you got these ones ?".

"I don't think you want to know", he sighed. His eyes were fixed to the ground, avoiding hers. This was different. She usually couldn't get him to sit still. Her heart pounded faster. She had once wished that he would just keep quiet, now all she wanted was for him to go back to normal.

Still his lack of confidence in her made her scowl, "I see open surgery twice a week, I think I can handle it ?". His shoulder seemed to be out-of-place. She tried to move it. He looked pained, but said nothing.

"I- Alright, we were-", he turned towards her, wincing. She decided his shoulder was dislocated, but throwing yourself from a first-storey of a house could do that to someone. In fact, she was quite aware of what had happened, having received a rather detailed retelling from George and Lucy before she went to see him. She had only asked with the hope that he would snap out of whatever trance he was in, but she was clearly wrong. At least re-positioning his shoulder would.

It snapped back into place with a loud crack. "What was that for ?", his eyes were wide and he appeared distressed. She had considered giving him a warning, but decided against it in the last minute. Maybe she should have put more thought into the decision, but this was a slight improvement compared to the silence.

She tested the joint, moving his arm back and forth slightly, "Your shoulder was dislocated, I had to push it back in place". He wouldn't stop staring at her now. She looked away, cursing when her breath caught in her throat.

"You could have given me some warning", he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Experts say anticipation makes the act more painful", she dug around her bag for a roll of cotton, her back turned to him.

"Why do you hate me ?", his voice was hesitant.

This is not what she expected. She felt a burning regret in the pit of her stomach. She had always tried to keep him at arms length, not because she didn't like him, but because she liked him a little too much. She had always been alone. Not having a talent, meant not joining an agency, which meant she couldn't make money. That made her a liability and a burden to her mother, and it only got worse when Lucy left. Who could blame her when she took the first chance she could to get out. She was comfortable being alone, but of course Lockwood had something to say about that.

Gingerly she sat next to him at the edge of the bed, "I- I don't hate you, just- I'm just worried". She chanced a glimpse at him. He looked surprised. Was it that shocking ? How could she not worry ? Yes, he pestered her all the time, was conceited and rash, but he also knew all her favourite books and always had a cup of tea for her, made just the way she liked it. She wondered why he made such an effort with her, she was difficult, usually chalking it up to her being Lucy's older sister and wanting to make a good impression. She now found herself hoping there was something else behind it too.

This was starting to be more difficult than she thought it was going to be. She took a breath in, "Look, when I found Lucy again, it wasn't just her who entered my life, it was George and you too, and as much as I hate admitting this I- You keep Lucy safe and you have a big heart, which makes it hard for me to not like you". She felt stupid and vulnerable.

Spotting his grin out of the corner of her eye, she groaned, "Stop making that face".

"I didn't do anything", he protested. The look on his face said otherwise.

She had been on her own for so long. Too many people had left her, and it hurt. She had thought she would be better off without others. If she didn't take chances, she knew she'd always be safe. Now she wasn't so sure what she wanted. Maybe she had given herself enough time ? Maybe it was time for her to let someone else in ? She ran a hand across her face, "Just, let me finish- I- I care about you, so I-".

The smile fell from his face, "I- I'm sorry". He had a hand on her knee, and he sounded genuine.

A warmth spread through her, she laughed, "Just, try a little harder at not dying, alright ?".

"Alright", he scratched the back of his head. She shook her head, turning her attention back to the wound along his face, dabbing gently the cuts across his face. Perhaps she should have gone a little easier on him.

She felt his stare on her. He was smirking, "So ? You care about me ?". What had she gotten herself into ?

A heat rushed to her face, she turned away, "Shut up". He seemed to have recovered quickly enough. Once again his ego was through the roof, it didn't help that he looked terribly cute, but he didn't need to know that. Well this is what she wanted, he was acting like himself again, but now she was having second thoughts.

With his finger, he tilted her face towards his, "No, no, don't be embarrassed I care about you too, Ow-". She pressed the alcohol swab deeper into the inflamed cut. It would have hurt less than what he was making it out to be, always the dramatic one. She felt a little bad, but not so much that she was going to apologise.

His mouth was agape with his brows furrowed, "Was that really necessary?".

Probably not, but someone had to keep him in check. She grinned, "Highly".

Probably not, but someone had to keep him in check. She grinned, "Highly".

Probably not, but someone had to keep him in check. She grinned, "Highly".

[rogermyreligion]

i got an ideia. professor roger !!! (😫). 4 and 15 from the smutty prompts. Y/N spends the entire class teasing roger. at the end of class, after everyone leaves, they have wild sex. roger fucks her on the table. https://www.tumblr.com/rogermyreligion/717780262910607360/you-can-be-the-boss-daddy-you-can-be-the-boss?source=share (i was imagining the story with this roger)

4. "How funny do you think teasing is now?"

15. "I've never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly"

How are you supposed to pay attention to this stupid biology class if you substitute professor is the hottest man alive?

You are sitting in the middle of the class, not so close to him because he could easily notice that you are not paying any attention, but neither in the backround because you want him to notice you at some point.

It’s been a week since your original biology teacher had surgery and he left a statement explaining his absence for the next term, for your luck, the replacement professor is a man who is in his fifties, his hair is blonde and looks soft, he has hair on his chin and he wears special glasses that make him look extremely beautiful. His name was Roger Taylor.

You’ve been looking at him a few days ago, his hands were big and sometimes he came with his shirt a little unbuttoned, showing the hairs that were born from his chest, God, it’s too early in the morning to be so horny.

He deconcentrated you foolishly, your eyes followed his hands but not what he was writing on the board, your ears listened to his voice but you were not paying attention to the explanation of the class, it was extremely difficult to write while your thighs were rubbing together, everything was close to desesperation.

You want to have him close enough so he can see how short your skirt is, you are focused in cross and uncross your legs from time to time, with the intention of making it clear that you are not wearing panties.

You even stopped wearing a bra under your shirt so that your nipples would be visible, and it seemed to work and have an effect on him, because in one class you noticed that his eyes were fixed on you.

You were talking to your friend Lucy, sitting comfortably and tapping your pen against the edge of the table.

Roger’s eyes were wandering your chest area, nibbling the skin around his nail. Now he noticed you and he was studying your image. Your shirt tight around your waist, the way you hair moved as you talked.

You didn’t even notice he was watching you until he coughed exaggeratedly, catching your attention, you snapped your head towards him, “Y/N please focus on your reading, your talking could be distracting for others” he said firmly but you could not feel a tingle in your stomach while hearing his raspy voice.

“Sorry Professor,” you apologised, eyes returning to your book.

But he kept looking at you.

You could feel the warm of his eyes, you bit your lower lip in order to concentrate but it was impossible. He was looking at you and only you.

You raise your gaze a little, his face wasn’t entire serious, it was like he was trying to hide a smirk.

He gestured the bottoms of his own shirt and he raised his eyebrows, referring to your shirt, which was unbottoned, showing off the beginning of your breast area.

He wanted you to fasten the buttons but you did quite the opposite. Instead you unbottoned one more, challenging him.

He threw his back to the back of the chair, taking a deep breath, he shook his mind a bit and tried to focus on the book in front of him.

But everything just became more difficult for Roger because when everyone left for the first recess you took a long time to stand up, letting everyone go. When you were finally alone with Roger you closed the door, he shot you a confused look, seeing your approaching, now that he was looking at you more closely, he realized your skirt was really short, your legs hypnotized him, but he continued with his professional and educated posture.

“Can i help you?” He said kindly, looking behind you, making sure that the door was locked, then his eyes returned to you.

“I don’t like it when people tell me what I have to do with my clothes,” you said while mimicking the gesture he made previously with the shirt.

“You were distracting me, Y/N”

“Why?” you asked innocently.

“Your uniform... leaves little for the imagination,” he said quietly.

“Just say it, do you find me hot?” You raised an eyebrow.

Now his eyes went to your cleavage, looking for words.

“Don’t be afraid, we are alone,”

“Dont tease Y/N,” he glanced to the clock, “We have 5 minutes left,” he mumbled.

“I know, that’s why I’m here,” you knelt in front of him, rubbing the palms of your hands on his thighs.

His breath caught, eyes fixed on you.

You could see that his bulge was begging for attention, making his pants tight, you ran your tongue over the fabric of his pants, staring into his eyes, seeing how his cheeks turned into a soft pink.

“Please, suck me off,” He tried to unbuckle his belt but you got on your feet right away.

“Nuh uh, we have 3 minutes left,” you chuckled with an evil look.

He gave you a defiant look, sighing, “You’re going to pay for this,” he stood up, he looked into your eyes and began to slide the tip of his index finger from your navel all the way up to your chin, making you shiver, “I don’t let little brats go so easily,”

You stared at him, grabbing his hand and guiding it under your skirt, making him touch your pussy lips, “I hope so,”

Unconsciously he separated his lips a little, concentrating on how wet you were.

And with that last interaction you left, only to return a few minutes later to class.

Now you didn’t even worry about looking at Roger, you already knew you had riled him up enough, You knew what you had generated.

But his gaze was on you the rest of the class, almost undressing you with his eyes, thinking how bad you were behaving, he was thinking about how you deserved you be treated.

“Y/N can you stay 5 more minutes? I have to give you some corrections,” Roger said out loud while putting on his glasses.

“Of course,” you were smiling inside.

After everyone left the classroom, Roger made sure the hallway was empty, he closed the door and locked it. You walked towards his desk.

He turned around on his heels and grabbed you by the neck, “So you think teasing is fun?” he said through his teeth.

His grip was so strong and tight, it made you grab the edge of the desk behind you.

“Wearing this little skirt,” he played with the end of it, lifting it, he slided his palm against your folds, feeling your warm entrance, you gasped, his grip getting tighter, his eyes went straight to your nipples, the hand that was on your pussy left and went to play with your little nub, pinching it over the fabric, “No bra?” he laughed, “This is all because of me? you want my attention?”

You nodded. “Y-yes”

His grip loose a bit but his face got closer to yours, almost grazing his lips with yours, “You just want to get fucked? Dont you?” he kissed you.

“Please,” you tried to roll your hips against his. “I’ll be so good,”

He tugged your hair, pulling your head backwards, almost staring at the ceiling, his voice become deeper, “Then why the fuck you teased me like that,” he bit at the skin of your neck making you whimper, “I dont like girls with that attitude, acting all bratty when no one is around,” he tugged your hair harder.

“Mr. Taylor, please just fuck me,” you said through gasps.

He just chuckled.

He left your hair and started undoing his tie in front of you.

You took it as a signal of ok now finally we get to fuck so you started unbuttoning your shirt.

He managed to get his tie off quickly, he stopped you, “Stop that,” he turned you around and tied your wrists together, he bend you over the desk, “I want you still, okay?” he demanded, “Easy and still,”

Your heart was racing, “Yes, im sorry-FUCK” he just slapped your arsecheek.

He rubbed your ass softly, “Im going to fuck you, believe me i will, but im gonna enjoy this moment first,” his fingers went to your cunt, “Are you enjoying this? fucking brat,” he was toying with your wetness.

“Yesyesyesyes, i love it,” you moaned softly.

“How could you not, this is the only reason you are here,” he introduced two fingers inside you, making you groan.

Your hips were bruising because of how he was pressing you against the table, “I want you-“ you were cut off.

“And you are having me, you are having my fingers, aren you?”

“Y-yes but-“ you whimpered, “Oh god yes,”

He curled his fingers, massaging just the right spot.

He glanced down on you, his fingers were dripping wet, he pumped in and out easily. He found the way to your clit, rubbing tight circles.

“You like this so much, you are a mess all over my hand,” he kept his rubbing as he leaned over, kissing your back.

“Oh- fuck fuck,” you gasped, “That feels so good,” your face was resting against the cold and flat surface.

“How you say?”

“T-thank u.” you closed your eyes, feeling your orgasm building.

“Good girl,” he kissed your back with open mouth, his hand kept his mission down there, rubbing your clit and eventually pumping three fingers inside you.

You could feel your face burning, “Fuck im so c-close, oh” you moaned exaggeratedly.

why the fuck did you said that

As soon as Roger heard that, he stopped suddenly.

You cried out, “FUCK PLEASE-“ you sobbed.

He was just amused, The contrast of your arrogant personality along with the begging was visual art for him.

He approached to your face to check on you, “Whats wrong love?”

“Please-“ you sobbed, red cheeks. “Let me come,”

He cleaned up a tear from your face, “How funny do you think teasing is now?”

“Im sorry-“

“Shh, it’s alright, you’ll come,” he returned his position behind you, “Just want you to learn not to tease for fun,” he slapped your arse again.

You cried out.

“But you could have just tried to be polite and ask nicely,” he knelt and gave your folds a good lap and you whimpered, “I am more than good with the idea of fucking you, you are gorgeous,”

“God- you are so good Mr. Taylor, please-“

“Ask nicely.”

“Im sorry for being a brat earlier, it wont happen a-again,” you tried you move, “You are so good, I've never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly”

He tugged his lower lip with his teeth, he caressed your lower back, his other hand trying to get his pants down enough to free his cock. “Was that hard to be nice?” he slided himself inside you, closing his eyes as he stretched you out, “Now you are a good girl-“ he groaned.

You just moaned, feeling him, finally savouring him.

He kept fucking you, grabbing your wrists, “God, you feel so nice, fuck Y/N-“ he moaned.

You smiled, gasping as you enjoyed the moment you were waiting for. “Yes- oh, feels really good”

“Yeah?” he thrusted faster, moving the desk and cursing at himself.

“OH-fuck,” you squeezed your eyes shut, “More, please more,”

He brought one hand to your clit again, rubbing frantically, hearing your crying.

“Fuck you are so hot,” he grunted at the end.

The knot on your belly began to burn, you were seeing stars and you knew that your whole body was going to ache tomorrow.

Roger was gasping, synchronizing his rubbing and thrusting, his legs began to shake.

“Im s-so close- bloody hell why is this so g-good” he clenched his jaw.

He came with a long and loud moan, followed by praises for you.

This was the hottest thing you’ve heard in your life.

He kept rubbing your clit as he was still inside you.

“Fuck Roger, Fuck- oh,” you finally came deliciously.

He untie you and help you to get on your feet, he also readjusted your clothes, he cupped your face, “You okay?”

You breathed heavily, “Yeah,”

He smiled, “Next time ask nicely.”

You nodded.

You know you won’t.

Mastaerlist

[nerdasaurus1200]

A little sneak peak of the first episode chapter of TOWL:

Victor: Steady now…just a little more..

Henry: Careful, Victor, careful…

Victor: And if I connect these two here…HAHA, YES!! IT’S ALIVE!! IT’S ALIIIIVE!!!

William: Well done, fa-ahem, Victor.

Victor: Thank you William, it was well done, wasn’t it?

Laura: Is the toaster finally fixed?

Victor: Good as new!

Dracula: Good, now don’t try to perform surgery on the toast again.

Carmilla: Oh come now father, let the men play with their little toys.

Victor: Keep that up and you won’t be getting your blood jam.

Lucy: *looking out the window* Uh oh, Poe alert.

Edgar: *coming into the kitchen* Do you lot want to explain to me why there’s dismembered limbs out on the lawn?

Erik: For once I had nothing to do with that, sir.

Hyde: He’s right, that was all me. 😈Lucy had a little trouble with a client so the gents and I decided to settle the dispute ourselves.

Lucy: Also you might not want to look in Erik’s room, it’s a bloody mess.

Carmilla: Ooh not a bad pun, Harris.

Dracula: Don’t worry, Edgar, it’ll be clean by the end of the week before the new tenant comes.

Edgar: ….Excuse me??

Henry: The new tenant comes on Saturday, doesn’t she? It’ll all be clean by then.

Edgar: Tomorrow is Saturday!

Dracula: …No it’s not.

Edgar: What is today?

Dracula: Friday. *beat* Oh bloody hell.

Laura: No wonder Dorian left to his blasted beach house yesterday!

Carmilla: That bastard…😑

Edgar: Miss Cushing will be here to move in in 18 hours. You had better have the entire building cleaned top to bottom by then.

[firstdegreefangirl]

“You don’t have to pretend with me.”

Lucy to Tim when she comes to visit him in the hospital and he’s trying to be strong and manly and not upset about Ashley and surgeries and confusing UC ops.

This request was left anonymously, but something just tells me that @the-wardrobeintocamelot is going to love this one. Part of it is going under a read more, because things got out of hand at 3 a.m

Cross-posted to Tumblr here!

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“I’m keeping you company.” 

“You don’t have to.” 

“I know.” But Lucy sits down anyway, settling herself into the chair Ashley had vacated only a few minutes before. Somehow, she manages to look comfortable there, even though Tim knows from his own experience that the visitor seating is stiff and uncomfortable, with cracked vinyl coating over worn-down cushions. It must mean something, how naturally she fits at his bedside, but his head is too foggy to figure out what.  

“Alright then,” he sighs, trying not to sound too long-suffering. After all, he’s not going to be able to focus well enough to read a crappy teen magazine, and company is better than having to lay here all by himself until yet another nurse comes in to poke at him.  

And besides, as company goes, Lucy isn’t too bad. 

Scratch that, she’s on the short list of people Tim actually, genuinely enjoys spending time with.  

A short list that just got one shorter.  

The thought slips into the forefront of his mind before he can stop it, and tears spring to his eyes. It’s the anesthesia, probably, stopping him from pushing past the emotions he doesn’t want to deal with. He turns his head away from Lucy. After everything he’s done today to keep her from worrying, she’s not going to see him cry. Not if he can help it.  

She notices anyway, springing to her feet. Her keys were resting in her lap; Tim hears them clatter to the floor and winces at the sharp, sudden noise. 

“Tim? Are you OK? Should I … do you need a nurse?” Lucy’s voice is closer now, and when Tim turns to face it, stinging eyes be damned, she’s holding the call button, thumb hovering over the switch. 

She thinks he’s in pain. 

He is. He hurts like hell. But it’s better than not being able to feel anything, and he wants to keep enough of the dull throbbing at the bottom of his spine to know that the nerves are still working. And most of the pain he’s feeling right now isn’t anything a doctor can treat.  

“It’s fine.” He shifts carefully, grunting as he turns toward Lucy when she sits back down. “I’m fine. Just … tired. It’s been a long day.” He hears his own voice shaking, but there’s nothing he can do to stop it.  

A long day. 

Understatement of the decade. 

“Tim,” Lucy scolds, scooting her chair closer. She reaches forward and rests one of his hands over his. Her skin is warm, easing a little of the sting that’s buried deep in his chest. “C’mon. We’re friends, right? You don’t have to pretend with me.”  

He takes a deep breath.  

“Ashley didn’t go home,” he whispers. “Well, she did. But not because I told her to. She, uh, she broke up with me.” 

“What? Why? Today? Like, right now?” Lucy asks the questions faster than he can answer. “That's cold, right after you had surgery? What, she wouldn’t help take care of you?” 

“Hey, it wasn’t like that. She was … we’re … it wouldn’t have worked out. After her dad, you know, that’s a lot of pressure to put on a relationship, worrying all the time, ‘will he come home tonight’ and all that. It’s not for everyone. Why drag it out?” The words are true; everything Ashley had said makes sense. He doesn’t want to make anyone worry about him every day, especially when they can’t do anything about it. “It’s just … I thought my life would be different, you know?” 

“I don’t think anyone plans for emergency surgery. It’s kind of in the name.” Lucy chuckles.  

She’s giving him an out. He could laugh with her, then change the subject and they could both pretend that the last two minutes never happened.  

But Tim … doesn’t want to do that. He could have died today, or been paralyzed, or any number of other things that could have gone wrong on the operating table. He’s not going to be one of the people who changes their entire worldview after an accident, but maybe for a few minutes, he could try opening up to someone.  

“It’s not just that, Lucy. It’s my whole life. I mean, I’m on the wrong side of 35, divorced, no kids. I got dumped not half an hour ago, while I was lying flat on my back, in a hospital bed. Where I’ll be stuck for the next few days because I had back surgery, like some kind of old man.” 

“Tim.” It’s Lucy’s turn to whisper now, and he hates the sadness in her voice. The only thing worse than people worrying about him is people pitying him.  

“And on top of that,” he continues, even though he’s willing himself to stop talking. He’s shared enough, but clearly the pain medication he’s on thinks otherwise. “It’s been two months and I can’t stop thinking about the damned undercover op.” 

“That wasn’t your fault,” Lucy rushes to assure him. “How were we supposed to know Jake was hooking up with the casino employee? Or that she’d notice the weight difference?” 

“Not that. The op worked out. The … the other thing.”  

Lucy hesitates for a moment, then her eyes widen in recognition. “Oh.” 

“Yeah. And now I’m here,” He gestures to the hospital bed. “And you’re here, instead of at home with Chris, keeping vigil at my bedside like we’ve shared more than a couple of kisses.” 

“Tim,” she whispers his name again, but this time there’s no pity in her voice. If anything, she sounds a little disappointed, but Tim tries not to let himself think about why.  

For the first time since he woke up, his brain plays along and doesn’t follow that thought path. 

Then he notices that Lucy is still talking. “We’ve shared more than that. We’ve shared plenty.”  

They’re both quiet for a long moment. He doesn’t know what Lucy is thinking, but Tim’s own mind is rolling back through the two years they’ve known each other, everything they’ve both been through. A few scenes replay themselves in his head, crystal clear like they happened just yesterday. 

Her first day, when she went toe-to-toe with him for the first time, where most rookies followed his orders blindly.  

“It’ll sure as hell change you.” The closest he’d ever let a rookie get to his personal life.  

The way her eyes lit up when he passed her a bag of greasy fast food, in a room just like this one. 

The day before that, when he’d thought he’d never see her eyes again. 

A Thursday morning, some months back – how many, he can’t remember – when he’d stopped for Lucy to buy some absurd, overpriced excuse for coffee to combat a sudden cold snap. The way her fingers had wrapped around the cardboard sleeve, tucking the cup closer to her chest like it could warm her from the outside in. How she’d sighed into the first sip, like the oat milk-caramel-foam-whatever else was the best thing she’d ever tasted.  

An evening together, in her apartment, working on a backstory for lives they haven’t shared.  

That same night, the world shifting on its axis when Lucy had surged forward and kissed him.  

Pulling Lucy into an airplane bathroom, trying to offer her a modicum of privacy as her world slipped for a totally different reason.  

Another kiss, desperate and hurried and a million other feelings he doesn’t have the words for. 

The look on her face when he’d pushed her to enroll in UC school.  

The look on her face when she’d come back. 

The look on her face when he’d doubled over against the searing pain in his back. 

When she’d rushed into his room tonight. 

Right now, staring at him like she wants to put his world back right-side up. 

“Maybe we have,” he acquiesces, trying to figure out how he’s supposed to sit up far enough to kiss her, when his back is already throbbing, just lying still. 

Maybe he should have let her call the nurse.  

But before he can say that, before he can say anything, Tim yawns. His jaw pops, and the pressure release feels good, but he wants to take it back when he sees Lucy shift uncomfortably. 

“I should …" She starts over. “It’s not about … I’m sorry about Ashley. But I’m not sorry that I came tonight. Or for … the other thing. I want … we need to talk about it. A good talk,” she adds, and it untwists the knot building in his stomach. “But right now, you need to rest. And I need … there’s something I have to take care of. I’ll come back tomorrow, I promise. Before my shift.” 

She squeezes his hand when she stands up, fumbling to pick up her keys. Tim tries to squeeze back, but from the angle they’re at, he can only get his thumb around the soft side of her palm. 

Lucy falters, and he thinks she understood what he meant. 

“I’ll see you then,” he says, voice tired and raspy. 

“Yeah, you will.” She hesitates briefly, then leans down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, right above his eyebrow. “Get some sleep, Tim.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Have a good night, Lucy.”  

Then she’s gone, leaving nothing behind except the lightly fruity smell of her perfume and a chill across the back of his hand. The room is empty, nothing but a TV with a remote he can’t reach to keep him company tonight. 

But as he closes his eyes, he realizes he doesn’t need it. He’s got plenty to think about, quiet promises and lips brushing skin, while he waits until Lucy comes back. 

Until tomorrow. 

[cruetrimeblog]

The Unfortunate Story of H.H. Holmes

H.H. Holmes was born Herman Webster Mudgett in Gilmanton, New Hampshire in May 1861. His parents were Levi Mudgett and Theodate Price. Holmes was the third of five total children. His siblings' names were Ellen, Arthur, Henry, and Mary. The Mudgett's were a Methodist family. Many people believe that Holmes tortured animals and also suffered abuse from his father. However there has been no solid proof to back up either of these accusations.

Holmes graduated from high school at 16 years old and went on to be a teacher. He married a woman named Clara Lovering in July 1878. They went on to have a son named Robert in February of 1880.

Holmes enrolled in the University of Vermont when he was 18, but dropped out a year later. He then transferred to the University of Michigan where he studied medicine and surgery. He graduated in June 1884. After school Holmes worked as an apprentice to advocate of human dissection, Nahum Wight. After his crimes, Holmes admitted to using cadavers to commit insurance fraud in college.

Roommates of Holmes witnessed him be very abusive to Clara. She moved back home in 1884. She didn't talk to him very much afterwards. Holmes then moved to New York. It was rumored that he was the last one seen with a young boy before he disappeared. Holmes told everyone that the boy had gone back home to Massachusetts. There was no investigation into the boy's whereabouts, and Holmes quickly left town afterwards.

Holmes traveled to Philadelphia where he took on a job as a keeper at a hospital. He quit a few days later. He then accepted a job at a drug store. A boy died while Holmes worked there after taking medicine that was bought at that specific store. However, Holmes denied being involved. He then left Philadelphia and moved to Chicago. It is here that the officially changed his name to H.H. Holmes to avoid being exposed.

In a later confession, Holmes admitted to killing former classmate Robert Leacock for insurance money. However, it was confirmed that Robert actually died in his home in Canada 3 years later. While still being legally married to Clara, Holmes married a woman named Myra Belknap in Minneapolis. He filed for divorce just a few weeks later, claiming it was because Clara was unfaithful to him. These claims weren't ever proven, so the case was dismissed. It's possible that Clara never even knew the case had taken place. Their divorce was never finalized.

Holmes had a daughter with Myrta named Lucy Holmes 1889. She grew up to be a school teacher. Holmes married for yet a third time in January of 1894. This wife's name was Georgiana Yorke. He was still married to both Clara and Myrta at the time.

After moving to Chicago, Holmes got a job in a drugstore owned by Elizabeth Holton. Holmes would eventually buy the drugstore from her. It was rumored that Holmes had killed Elizabeth and her husband, but this was later proven to be a myth.

Holmes bought some land near to the drugstore. He began construction on a two story building in 1887. He planned to use the upper floor for apartments and retail space. The bottom floor would serve as a second drugstore.

Holmes added a third floor to the building in 1892. He explained that this floor would be used as a hotel of sorts. This section was never completed due to the contractors backing out of the deal after they found out that Holmes had been stealing materials from them.

Many of the rooms were soundproofed. The hallway resembled a maze with many pathways to nowhere. Several rooms were also equipped with chutes down to the basement. Holmes stored acid and lime in the basement which he later used as a crematorium for his victims. The builders notified the public of Holmes strange habits. This caused the investors of the hotel to back out. Many years after Holmes arrest, an unknown arsonist started a fire on the third floor which destroyed a large portion of the building. It was later rebuilt and used as a post office until 1938.

The hotel was mostly complete by 1892. The first floor was used as a storefront. The second floor held many elaborate torture rooms. The third floor held apartment space. Police decided to check out the hotel in 1894 while Holmes was away. The found many disturbing things inside: rooms with hinged walls and false partitions, secret passageways, gas pipelines leading to airtight rooms, and the chutes used by Holmes to transport bodies to the basement.

The basement held surgical tables and medical tools. Holmes used these to dissect his victims to then sell their organs and bones. He sold body parts to medical facilities on the black market.

One of Holmes' first victims was his mistress named Julia Smythe. Julia and her daughter Pearl went missing on Christmas Eve 1891. Holmes claimed that Julia died during an abortion, but what happened to them was never confirmed. Emeline Cigrande began working at the hotel in 1892 and was also likely a victim of Holmes. The disappearance of Edna Tassel has also been linked to Holmes.

Holmes met Benjamin Pitezel while working at Chemical Bank, and the two became close friends. Pitezel had a criminal history and soon became Holmes' right hand man.

Holmes met actress Minnie Williams when she moved to Chicago in 1893. He offered her a job as his personal stenographer, which she accepted. The two became close enough for Holmes' to convince Minnie to sign over some of her property to "Alexander Bond" which was one of Holmes' aliases.

Holmes would then sign the property over to Pitezel. Holmes and Minnie rented an apartment together in Chicago. After Minnie's sister Annie came to visit her, she wrote to her mother that the two sisters planned to go to Europe to visit "Brother Harry." The two sisters were last seen alive on July 5, 1893.

Several insurance companies were trying to prosecute Holmes for arson. So much so, that Holmes fled Chicago in 1894. He was spotted in For Worth, Texas where he had inherited property from the Williams' sisters. He planned on building another castle there to use to swindle suppliers.

Holmes was arrested for the first time in the same month. He was charged with selling mortgaged goods. He quickly posted bail and didn't spend long in jail. But while he was there he met Marion Hedgepeth, a famous Wild West outlaw. At this time, Holmes was planning to fake his own death to get $10,000 in life insurance money.

Holmes offered Hedgepeth $500 to give him the name of a trustworthy attorney. He gave him the name of attorney Jeptha Howe. Jeptha thought Holmes' insurance plan was genius. However, the plan ultimately failed when the insurance company became suspicious and refused to pay up. Holmes quickly adjusted his plan to claim insurance money on Pitezel instead.

Pitezel agreed to fake his own death so that his wife could collect the $10,000. She agreed to split it with Holmes and Jeptha. Holmes originally planned to use a cadaver as the fake dead Pitezel, but found it easier to just kill him instead. Holmes chloroformed Pitezel and burned his body.

Holmes collected the insurance money and even manipulated Pitezel's widow into signing over custody of three of her five children over to him. Holmes traveled with the children all throughout American and Canada.

Holmes managed to keep all of this a secret from his wife. Holmes would later admit to killing two of the children by locking them in a trunk. He drilled a hole into the trunk to insert a tube connected to a gas line causing the children to asphyxiate. He buried their bodies in the cellar of the house he was renting at the time.

Philadelphia policeman Frank Geyer was appointed to the case of the missing children. He ultimately found their bodies in Holmes' home. Frank then headed to Indianapolis in search of him. Holmes had been spotted at a pharmacy there. He was purchasing drugs to use to kill the third child. He had also been spotted sharpening knives at a repair shop. He later used those knives to dismember the child. He burned the child's remains in his fireplace where bone fragments and teeth were later discovered.

Holmes didn't stop killing until he was arrested again in November of 1894 in Boston. He was located by the Pinkertons Detective Agency. He had a warrant out for her arrest in Texas for horse theft. His wife was very shocked to find all of this out.

Police began investigating the murder castle in July 1895. Surprisingly, there was no sufficient evidence found against Holmes in Chicago. Some people even began to believe that the torture rooms were a myth.

Holmes was put on trial for Pitezel's murder in October 1895. He was found guilty and sentenced to death. Holmes later admitted to 27 murders and 6 attempted murders. The Hearst newspaper paid Holmes $7,500 for his confession. However parts of his confession were proved to be untrue. There were several "victims" of Holmes that were later found to still be alive.

Holmes described his wife differently depending on who asked him about it. Sometimes he claimed he was innocent, while other times he claimed to be possessed by the devil. Because he lied so often throughout his life, the truth is hard to come by. Holmes claimed to start resembling the devil more and more the longer he was in prison.

Holmes was hanged in Philadelphia on May 7, 1896. He was calm and friendly throughout the process. He wasn't upset or afraid. He requested for his body to be buried 10 feet down and to be encased in cement so that people wouldn't try to rob his grave. Holmes' neck didn't break which caused him to suffocate to death. He was pronounced dead after hanging for 20 minutes.

The murder castle mysteriously burned down in August 1895. It was reported that two men were seen near the building at around 8 pm that night. They could be seen leaving half an hour later. After the fire ended, police found a gas can near the back steps. The building was able to be repaired and was turned into a post office until it was torn down in 1938.

It was rumored in 2017 that Holmes may have managed to escape his execution. His body was exhumed for testing, but wasn't as decayed as it should have been due to being encased in cement. His clothes were preserved. His mustache was intact. However, DNA testing was done using Holmes' dental records, and the corpse is in fact his. Holmes was then reburied.

[jennytomlinson99]

Miraculum

Summary: Prompto is eight and a half months pregnant, and he goes into labour while Ardyn and Ignis are at the Citadel. His two alphas rush home, and they help Prompto deliver their child together.

Notes: Ardyn Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia/Prompto Argentum, Gladiolus Amicitia/Noctis Lucis Caelum, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Ardyn, Alpha Gladio, Alpha Ignis, AU, Beta Noctis, Childbirth, FTM Prompto, Labor, Mpreg, Omega Prompto, Polyamory, Pregnant Prompto, Trans Male Prompto, etc.

Note: Prompto identifies as male, but he hasn't had any top or bottom surgery because he can't afford it and the Citadel doesn't cover gender affirming care with the insurance they offer to the Crownsguard. Also, this is my first FFXV fic, so please go easy on me.

*

"We'll be back soon, I promise. This is just a standard meeting with the council." Ardyn says before he presses a kiss to Prompto's lips. Prompto clings to him, but Ardyn forces himself to break the kiss. If he doesn't leave with Ignis soon, they're going to be late.

"Please don't go." Prompto's lip quivers as tears well up in his violet-blue eyes.

"I wish I could stay Prom, I really do, but they said the meeting was important. We have to go." Ardyn says sadly.

"But what if I—" Prompto starts to say, but Ardyn places his finger over his lips.

"Shh. You're gonna be ok, I promise. The baby's not due for another two weeks." Ardyn says as he caresses Prompto's cheek.

"O-okay. I-I love you." Prompto sniffles. At eight and a half months pregnant, his emotions were all over the place, and he can't help a tear from falling down his freckled cheek.

"We should be home in an hour or two, okay? I love you sunflower." Ignis walks over and gives Prompto a kiss.

"I love you too." Prompto says softly. He cries as Ardyn and Ignis leave, the house now feeling empty without his husbands.

*

Prompto groans as he gets up from the couch to grab something to eat, and he waddles down the hallway that leads to the kitchen. He's a little out of breath when he reaches the kitchen island, and he breathes deeply as he rubs his pregnant belly with one hand. He rests his other hand on the counter to ground himself.

His once skinny frame was long gone, now replaced with a large and prominent baby bump, and his almost non-existent breasts were now a B cup. He certainly hoped that his body would just 'bounce back' after he'd had the baby, but it was wishful thinking at this point. He also really hopes he can get some top surgery done after he doesn't have to breastfeed anymore.

As Prompto stands at the kitchen island, he feels a pain in his stomach. He gasps as he holds onto his stomach and does the breathing exercises he'd learned at his lamaze class. Doctor Gainsborough had told him that he'd start to experience Braxton Hicks contractions the closer he got to his due date, and this wasn't the first time he'd dealt with them.

"No, no, no, c'mon. Not now." Prompto pleads. He's not supposed to have the baby for another two weeks, but this pain feels different than the other Braxton Hicks contractions he'd had before. It hurts more, and he feels that something is wrong.

Prompto waddles back to the couch to grab his phone, and he speed dials Ardyn. The phone rings a few times before going to voicemail. Ardyn must've turned his phone on silent while they were in the meeting.

Fuck. Prompto thinks. Fucking council and their dumbass meetings. His anxiety rises as Ardyn's voicemail message plays through his phone.

"This is Ardyn Scientia-Caelum. I'm not available right now. Please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can~." Prompto feels a few tears falling down his cheeks when Ardyn doesn't pick up. The message tone beeps, and he struggles to find something to say.

"Ardyn, i-it's me. I think I'm in labor. I need you and Ignis to come home, please." Prompto says before hanging up. He decides to call Noctis next. Surely his best friend will answer him. Unfortunately, he gets the same response from the prince.

"You've reached Noct! Leave a message!"

"Dammit!" Prompto swears. He doesn't even bother to leave a message. He hangs up and calls Gladio, but Gladio doesn't pick up either.

"This is Gladio. Leave a message."

"What's the point of having a phone if you're not gonna fucking answer it?!" Prompto groans as he sits down on the couch. He dials Ardyn again.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up." Prompto chants. Ardyn's phone goes to voicemail again. "Ardyn, it's me again. Please, you gotta come home. I think the baby's coming." Prompto says worriedly before he hangs up.

Ignis. Ignis will pick up. Prompto thinks. He quickly dials the number. The phone rings a few times before also going to voicemail.

"You've reached Ignis Scientia-Caelum, royal advisor to Prince Noctis. I'm unavailable at the moment. Please leave a message after the beep."

"Gods dammit!" Prompto thinks. "Iggy, it's me. I think I'm in labor. Come home, please." Prompto says before hanging up.

*

Ignis and Ardyn are still in the meeting, and the councilmen are getting nowhere. All that's happening is constant bickering over what bills and laws they should or shouldn't keep, and if they should introduce new ones.

Ignis knows it's rude, but he can't help looking at his phone to check the time. His eyes widen when he sees a notification that he has three missed calls and seven messages from Prompto.

"Grand councilman, I do apologize, but I have to take a moment to call my pregnant husband," Ignis says as he stands up and walks over to the corner of the room. He leans against one of the pillars as he calls Prompto, and Ardyn follows him. "Prom, is everything alright darling?" Ignis asks.

"Iggy. Thank Astrals." Prompto says with relief. After trying to reach him and Ardyn for two hours, one of them finally answered.

"Prompto, what's wrong? You sound distressed dear." Ignis says, and Prompto starts to cry. He's so terrified in this moment, and he needs his alphas.

"I-Iggy, the baby's coming." Prompto sobs as he places his hand over his stomach. He's had five more contractions since the first one, but his water hasn't broken yet.

"Prompto, are you sure you're in labor?" Ignis says, and Ardyn's eyes widen in shock.

"Yes, Ignis. I've already had a few contractions." Prompto replies, and he hears Ardyn saying something in the background.

"Holy Astrals. How far apart are the contractions?" Ignis says. Ardyn continues speaking with one of the high council members in the background, and he notices that they seem a bit angry at their meeting being cut short.

"About twenty minutes." Prompto answers.

"Our child is more important! We're leaving!" Prompto hears Ardyn shout.

"Prompto, we'll be there soon." Ignis says. He pulls Ardyn away from the councilman before their argument can escalate further.

"O-okay. Please don't hang up." Prompto whimpers. More tears fall down his cheeks, and he sniffles.

"I'm right here darling. Did your water break already?" Ignis asks as he and Ardyn start walking down the corridor in the Citadel. They pass by the botanical gardens before reaching the elevator. Prompto always loved the gardens. They'd always find him there after their council meetings. He wasn't of royal status, so he always had to sit outside and wait until they were finished, and he'd taken a hobby in photographing the flora and fauna.

"No." Prompto says.

"Okay, that's good. We can figure out how many centimetres you are once we get home." Ignis says as they take the elevator down. Ardyn grabs the phone from him then.

"Prompto dear, I know you're scared, but it's gonna be okay. Just focus on your breathing. We're leaving right now." Ardyn says. They quickly reach his red Vixen, and once he and Ignis are buckled in, he speeds off to their house. Ardyn hands the phone back to Ignis, and he puts it on speaker.

"Prompto, can you hear me?" Ignis asks.

"Yeah. I can hear you. How far away are you?" Prompto says.

"Considering that Ardyn's speeding, I'd say about ten minutes. I just hope we don't get pulled over." Ignis replies. He places his hand on Ardyn's shoulder, trying to calm the older male.

"The Crownsguard and Glaives know better than to pull over a royal." Ardyn quips as he takes a sharp right.

*

A few minutes later, Prompto hears Ardyn's car pulling into the driveway. He feels another contraction start, and he yelps in pain. He grabs onto his stomach and breathes deeply as the contraction ripples through his body.

"Prompto!" Ignis gasps as he walks inside with Ardyn. They quickly make their way over to their husband.

"Y-you made it. Agh!" Prompto groans, and he reaches for Ignis' hand. He squeezes it as Ardyn sits down next to him and rubs his shoulder.

"Shh. You're ok. We're right here honey. Just breathe." Ardyn says as the contraction passes. Prompto catches his breath and he leans against Ardyn's chest.

"Ardyn, help him undress. I need to check your progress Prompto." Prompto nods, and Ardyn helps him stand. Ardyn pulls his joggers and underwear down for him as Ignis takes the first aid kit out of the hall closet. He sanitizes his hands before putting on some medical gloves and coating two of his fingers with lube.

"Are you good baby?" Ardyn says after he's helped Prompto. He's almost bare naked now, and he blushes a bit. It's not the first time Ignis and Ardyn have seen him like this, but he can't help feeling self conscious.

Prompto nods in response, and he tenses a bit when he feels Ignis' fingers inside him. His body is preparing to birth their child, and everything hurts. He grunts a bit at the feeling.

"Sorry darling. This will only take a few seconds," Ignis says, and Prompto feels his fingers spread a bit. He soon feels Ignis' fingers leave his opening, and he lets out a breath that he didn't know he was holding in. "Okay, you're at four centimetres. Did you want to stay out here, or should we move to the bedroom?"

"I'd rather be in the bed. It's more comfortable." Prompto says.

"Alright, we'll move to the bedroom." Ignis says. Ardyn helps Prompto get up, and they head down the hall to their master bedroom.

*

Twenty minutes later, Prompto has another contraction. "Ardyn, Ignis!" Prompto yells, and Ardyn comes into their room and sits down on their bed.

"I'm here, sunshine. Ignis is in the kitchen grabbing you some ice." Ardyn runs his fingers through Prompto's golden locks as he breathes through the contraction.

"I'm here," Ignis enters the room with a plastic cup of ice. "How are you feeling?"

"Like my insides are being ripped apart." Prompto groans.

"It'll pass dear. Remember to breathe." Ignis coaches as Prompto squeezes his hand.

"Ugh. This sucks. Why does labor have to hurt so much?" Prompto huffs after the contraction has finished.

"I'm sorry darling. I wish there was something we could do." Ignis says as he sits down on the bed.

"All that matters is that you're here. The first two hours by myself were so scary." Prompto says as he leans his head on Ignis' shoulder.

"I'm so sorry dear. We should've been here." Ardyn apologizes.

"It's not your fault. Baby decided to come a couple weeks earlier," Prompto says. "I will be giving the grand councilman a stern talking to though. Alphas need parental leave too, dammit." Ignis laughs softly.

"Yes. They really need to add that." Ignis agrees.

*

A couple hours later...

"Prompto, would you like to walk around a bit? It should help your labor progress easier." Ignis asks. They've been laying in bed while Prompto goes through his contractions, and he can tell that the blonde is getting restless.

"Gods, yes. I need to stretch my legs." Prompto replies, and Ignis helps him off the bed. Ardyn follows close behind them as they head to the living room.

"Did you want to try eating something?" Ardyn asks as he places his hand on Prompto's back.

"I'm okay for now." Prompto replies. He places his right hand on his stomach, and Ignis holds his left while Ardyn rests his hand on his shoulder.

They walk around the room for a while, but nothing changes. Prompto's contractions are still twenty minutes apart, and he starts to get frustrated as the fifth hour rolls by.

"How long is this gonna take?" Prompto whines as he leans his head on Ardyn's shoulder.

"There's no way to know for sure. It's different for everyone, dear. Most first time parents have said that their first child usually takes about twelve to eighteen hours to arrive." Ardyn says.

"Eighteen hours?! I don't want to be in labor for that long! I just wanna meet our baby." Prompto cries.

"We do too darling. They'll be here soon. Either later today or tomorrow, we don't know. They'll come on their own time." Ignis says as he rubs his hand up and down Prompto's arm.

"I'm tired of walking. I wanna lay down." Prompto says.

"Back to the room then." Ignis says.

*

A few more hours go by, and Prompto's still in labor with barely any changes.

"Prompto, I think I should check you again." Ignis says as he snaps a pair of gloves on.

"You need help sweetpea?" Ardyn asks. He's laying down on their king sized bed next to Prompto, idly running his fingers through the blonde's hair.

"Yeah. Help me sit up please." Prompto says, and Ardyn gives him a hand. He sits up straight, and Ignis spreads his legs open before pressing two fingers inside of him to check his dilation. It's quicker than last time, and Prompto lays back down when Ignis is finished.

"You're five centimetres now dear." Ignis informs the omega.

"Seriously? It's been nine hours, and I'm only five centimetres?! This fucking sucks!" Prompto groans.

"You wanna walk around again?" Ignis asks as he tosses the blue gloves into the trash.

"No. Actually, yeah," Prompto responds. Ignis and Ardyn grab each of his hands, and they help Prompto stand. Prompto feels a sudden pressure when he gets up, and then a clear liquid runs down his legs. "I think my water just broke." Prompto says as he looks down at the hardwood floor where a puddle is forming.

"I'll get something to clean it up with. Don't move." Ignis says as he walks over to the master bathroom. He quickly returns with a white towel, and he kneels down to wipe up the puddle.

"We should change your clothes." Ardyn says as Prompto looks up at him nervously.

"Y-yeah." Prompto says softly. Ardyn pulls off his pants and underwear, and he steps out of them. Ardyn hands Prompto's clothes to Ignis after he's cleaned up the puddle, and he puts them in the laundry basket.

"Do you wanna put on another pair of pants, or are you good like this?" Ignis asks.

"Just some underwear, please." Prompto answers, and Ignis takes a pair of boxers out of the dresser before handing them to Ardyn. Ardyn quickly helps Prompto into them before they head to the hallway.

"Okay, now that your water's broken, things should start moving a bit faster." Ignis says as Prompto starts taking laps around the living room again.

"Gods, I hope so. Ignis, I—agh, fuck! Fuck, it hurts so bad!" Prompto grunts as another contraction courses through him, and he grips tightly onto his lovers' hands.

"Breathe, darling." Ignis says.

"I know, Ignis!" Prompto shouts, and he immediately regrets it. "Iggy, I-I'm sorry."

"It's ok. You're in pain darling. We won't take anything to heart, right Ardyn?" Ignis says.

"Of course not. Would you like to sit down dearest?" Ardyn says as Prompto's contraction finishes. He rubs his husband's back a little, trying to help ease his pain.

"Yeah. My feet hurt." Prompto says, and he waddles over to the couch. He sits down slowly, and Ardyn sits down as well. Ignis decides to sit on the floor.

"Prom, you're doing so well." Ignis says as he brings Prompto's hand up to his lips and kisses it.

"Thanks Iggy." Prompto breathes out. He's been in labor for eleven and a half hours now, and his face sure shows it. His blonde hair and freckled cheeks are covered in sweat, and he knows he looks like a downright mess.

"Prompto darling, would you like something to drink?" Ignis asks the omega.

"Sure. Water is fine." Prompto replies, and Ignis stands up to head to the kitchen.

"Ardyn, care for an Ebony?"

"Sure. Thank you love." Ardyn replies. Ignis grabs two cans of Ebony from the fridge, and then a water bottle for Prompto.

"Here we are. Some water for you, and Ebony for us." Ignis says as he sits down next to Ardyn. He hands the omega a water bottle, and then he hands a can of Ebony to Ardyn.

"Thank you sweetcheeks." Ardyn says. He kisses Ignis' pink lips softly before pulling away.

"Tis my pleasure." Ignis says, and Prompto smiles at his two alphas. He's usually the center of their affection, but he loves when they have a moment of their own.

"So cute." Prompto whispers. Ardyn and Ignis look at him, and they both blush.

"You think so? You're pretty cute too." Ardyn says before kissing Prompto's cheek. Prompto tenses up a few seconds later, and he doubles over in pain, gripping his stomach. He cries out and grabs Ardyn's hand.

"Another one?" Ignis asks, and Prompto nods. He watches Prompto's face scrunch up in pain as the contraction rolls through his body, and he places a comforting hand on the blonde's knee.

Prompto whimpers as the pain subsides, and he presses his face into Ardyn's chest, a few tears falling down his cheeks.

"It's okay. You're gonna be okay." Ardyn soothes as he rubs Prompto's aching back.

"I just want it to be over!" Prompto sobs as he clutches Ardyn's shirt. Ignis' heart breaks at seeing Prompto in so much pain, but he knows it will all be worth it in the end.

"Prom, look at me honey," Ignis says, and the blonde turns to look at him with red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks. "You're doing so well sweetheart. You're so strong, and I'm so proud of you." Ignis comforts the omega, and Prompto wipes away his tears with the back of his hand.

Prompto sniffles. "Y-you really mean that?"

"I do darling. Every word of it." Ignis replies. He kisses Prompto softly.

"Ignis is right. You're doing great dearest." Ardyn chimes in, and he rubs the back of Prompto's hand with his thumb. Prompto leans his head on Ardyn's chest, and he sighs as Ardyn plays with his hair.

*

Three more hours go by, and Prompto's now seven centimetres dilated. His contractions are still twenty minutes apart, with each of them lasting about thirty seconds. Prompto's opted to laying down on their bed again, and Ardyn and Ignis are laying down on either side of him.

"You're so beautiful Prompto. I'm gonna miss seeing you pregnant with our little one." Ardyn says as he traces little circles on Prompto's baby bump.

"Maybe we can have another one in a few years." Ignis says. He's propped up next to Prompto, his hand resting on his cheek.

"Mm, maybe. But this hurts so much, you have no idea," Prompto says. He tries to sit up a little, and Ignis helps him. He's then hit with a contraction, and he whimpers. "Oh, fuck! Fucking astrals, fuck!" Prompto yells, and Ignis offers him his hand. He squeezes Ignis' hand tightly, and he loosens his grip as the pain starts to lessen.

"That was ten minutes. They're getting closer." Ignis says as he looks at the timer on his phone.

"Stronger too. That one really hurt." Prompto breathes deeply, and he places his hand on his baby bump.

"One through ten, how bad was it?" Ardyn asks.

"S-seven. Oh, gods." Prompto says as he feels a wave of nausea come over him.

"Prompto? You're looking a bit pale." Ignis says worriedly.

"Think I'm gonna be sick." Prompto says with a groan, and Ignis places a rubbish bin in front of him. He throws up into it, and his alphas share a concerned look. Prompto's morning sickness was quite bad in the first trimester of his pregnancy, and they didn't expect him to get sick during labor.

"It's alright Prom. Just let it out." Ignis says as he places a hand on Prompto's shoulder.

"Ugh. That was horrible." Prompto says after he feels that he's finished puking his guts out. Ignis places the rubbish bin on the floor nearby in case they need it again.

"Here darling. Drink some water." Ignis hands Prompto a water bottle. Prompto graciously takes the water, and he takes a few sips before handing it back to Ignis.

"Thanks Iggy. Ardyn, can you take off my bra? I'm hot." Prompto requests as he wipes his mouth.

"Sure baby." Ardyn replies. He unlatches the clasps on the back of Prompto's bra, and the omega breathes a sigh of relief. He absolutely hates wearing bras, but they're unfortunately necessary now that his breasts have gotten bigger and wearing a binder isn't possible. It'll be much better when he can get his top surgery and have them removed.

"Thank you. Kisses?" Prompto says, puckering his lips. Ardyn laughs softly before cupping Prompto's cheek with one hand and giving him a chaste kiss on the lips.

"Mm. You taste good." Prompto says after he pulls away from the kiss. He then leans over and kisses Ignis as well.

"Prompto, what's got you so worked up?" Ignis asks.

"Nothing. I just love you guys." Prompto says. He grabs a pillow from behind him and places it between his legs. He repositions himself so that he's sitting native style.

"I love you too." Ardyn and Ignis say at the same time, and Prompto smiles. He couldn't have asked for better husbands.

*

"Iggy, make it stop!" Prompto cries out. He grips onto Ignis' arm tightly as he goes through the most painful contraction yet.

"Shh...it's alright darling. You're doing so well. Just breathe." Ardyn says softly.

"Easy for you to say! You aren't being torn in half!" Prompto yells. He collapses onto the pillows behind him with a groan as the pain subsides.

Ardyn sighs as he sits down on the bed by Prompto's feet. Prompto's been in labor for almost fourteen hours, and he can tell that it's getting to him. Ardyn and Ignis are tired as well, but they certainly won't tell Prompto that unless they want profanities screamed at them.

"Prompto, I think I should check your dilation again. It's been a few hours and I'd like to see how you're progressing." Ignis says as he stands up.

"Okay." Prompto says, a little out of breath. His contractions are five minutes apart now, with each of them lasting about a minute. He barely has time to breathe before the next one arrives.

"Darling, you're ten centimetres. It's time to start pushing." Ignis announces.

"Finally." Prompto says.

"Ardyn, I want you to sit behind Prompto and let him lean against your chest. It'll help give him some leverage," Ignis says. Ardyn nods, and he shifts himself and Prompto until they're in the aforementioned position. "Prom, push on your next contraction, okay? You've got this." Ignis instructs.

It isn't long before Prompto's hit with another contraction, and he bears down, gripping onto Ardyn's forearms. He groans as the contraction works through him, and he feels the baby moving slightly lower.

"Good Prompto, good. Take a breather and push again." Ignis says from where he's situated between Prompto's legs.

"Agh! Shit, shit, shit!" Prompto yells as he pushes again, the pain returning tenfold.

"You're doing so good Prompto." Ardyn whispers as he brushes some of Prompto's hair behind his ear. Prompto nods weakly, and he grips tightly onto Ardyn as he pushes again.

They go through the routine for about ten minutes, and Prompto falls back against Ardyn's chest as another contraction finishes.

"Iggy, I can't do this anymore." Prompto says, exhausted from pushing. Tears fall down his cheeks, and he presses his face into Ardyn's chest as he sobs from the pain.

"Prompto, I know you're tired honey, but you're almost there. It should only take a few more pushes." Ignis says. He's starting to see part of the baby's head.

"O-okay." Prompto stutters. He grits his teeth as he pushes again, and he accidentally scratches Ardyn's arms, but not hard enough to draw blood.

"The head's coming darling! You're doing great!" Ignis announces.

"F-fuck! Holy six!" Prompto groans. "Gods, it burns!"

"Breathe Prompto." Ardyn says as he rubs the blonde's arm soothingly.

"The baby's crowning! Just breathe through this part, it'll prevent you from tearing." Ignis says. He looks up at Prompto, and he can tell how tired he is. His hair is matted, he's sweating profusely, and he looks like he could really use a nap after everything is over.

"Oh, gods. Are we almost there? I'm so tired." Prompto says as he closes his eyes briefly.

"The head's almost out, Prom. You're in the home stretch, don't tap out yet." Ignis says as he taps Prompto's leg in an attempt to keep him awake.

"I-I'm okay, I'm fine." Prompto says weakly. He pushes again, and he feels the baby's head emerge.

"Head's out now darling. A few more pushes should do it. I just have to check for the cord." Ignis says. He moves his hands towards the baby's neck, checking to see if the umbilical cord is wrapped around it. Once he's made sure everything is good, he gives Prompto a thumbs up.

Prompto pushes again on the next contraction, and he feels the shoulders start to slip out. He moans in pain, and Ignis places his hands under the baby's head.

"One more push Prom!" Ignis encourages. Prompto gives one final push, and the baby slips out and into Ignis' hands. Ignis clears the baby's airways with the suction bulb he'd kept in the nearby kit they made for the birth, and their child lets out a cry shortly after.

"Prompto, we have a daughter." Ignis says happily. He then clamps the umbilical cord before handing their baby over to Prompto.

"Oh my gods. She's beautiful," Prompto says. "Hi honey. I'm your daddy." Prompto whispers as he holds his newborn child in his arms, and a few happy tears run down his cheeks.

"Ardyn, she looks like you a bit." Ignis says as he walks over with sterile scissors. He and Ardyn cut the cord together, and then Ignis sits down on the bed next to Prompto.

"Aw, she does. She's got my eyes." Ardyn says with a smile. He was hoping that if the baby was his that she'd at least inherit one thing from him. The rest of her face is all Prompto's features, and her hair is blonde too.

"Are we still going with the name you chose?" Ignis asks as he caresses their daughter's cheek.

"Yeah. Freya Liv." Prompto says.

"I'm gonna get her cleaned up. I'll be right back." Ignis says as he picks up their daughter. He carries her over to the bathroom sink to wash her off.

Prompto looks up at Ardyn as Ignis walks away with Freya, and Ardyn smiles at him.

"We really made a baby. She's actually here." Prompto says, astonished.

"You did amazing dearest. We're so proud of you." Ardyn says. He leans down to kiss the blonde's forehead.

*

Ignis comes back in the room a few minutes later, and he sits down on the bed with Freya in his arms.

"Here she is." Ignis says as he hands Freya over to Prompto.

"She's so tiny." Prompto comments. He's already delivered the afterbirth, and now he's resting in Ardyn's arms.

"She'll grow up big and strong though, won't you angel?" Ignis coos at Freya. She just looks up at him with her big amber eyes, and then she yawns.

"I think she's getting sleepy." Ardyn says.

"I guess being born is just as tiring as giving birth." Prompto says.

"Hello little one, I'm your dad," Ardyn smiles at his firstborn daughter, and he gasps when she grabs hold of his pointer finger with her little hand. Ignis wipes away a tear from Ardyn's face, and Ardyn looks up at him. He hadn't even realized that he was crying. "She's really here Ignis. We have a daughter."

"I know. She's perfect." Ignis laughs softly, his green eyes also brimming with tears. Freya takes that moment to let out a shrill cry, and the three men are startled by her sudden outburst.

"She's probably hungry." Prompto says.

"Guide her to you, Prompto. She might need help." Ignis advises.

"Okay, here we go baby," Prompto says before he moves Freya's head lightly until her mouth is near his chest. She easily latches on to his nipple, and she begins to feed from Prompto. "Is that good, sweetpea? Daddy's got plenty for you." Prompto says with a soft laugh.

Freya feeds from Prompto's chest for a few minutes, and she releases once she's had her fill. Prompto lifts her up and rubs her back until she lets out a small burp.

"That's my girl." Prompto says. He repositions Freya, and he rocks her softly until she falls asleep in his arms.

"We should let her sleep. You need to rest as well Prom." Ignis says. He carefully lifts Freya out of Prompto's arms and places her in the bassinet near their bed.

Ignis' phone vibrates in his pocket a few minutes later. He looks at the caller ID to see that it's Noct. "Noct, how are you?" Ignis says as he answers the phone.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that Specs? Did Prom have the baby yet?" Noctis says as Gladio climbs onto the bed, sitting next to him.

"Yes. A little girl." Ignis replies.

"Congratulations to you three. What's her name?" Gladio speaks up.

"Freya Liv. She's got Ardyn's eyes, but the rest of her is all Prompto. Blonde hair and freckles included." Ignis says as he places his arm around Prompto's shoulder.

"Is that Noct?" Prompto says tiredly. Ignis nods, and Prompto holds his hand out for the phone.

"Hold on a second Gladio, Prompto wants to talk to you and Noct." Ignis says before passing the phone over.

"Hey guys." Prompto says softly.

"Hey Prompto. Congrats on the baby. How is she?" Noctis asks.

"I fed her earlier. She's asleep." Prompto says with a yawn.

"You should get some sleep too Blondie. You sound exhausted." Gladio says in concern.

"Yeah, I will. I'll talk to you guys later." Prompto says. He hands the phone back to Ignis before shutting his eyes and getting into a comfortable position to fall asleep.

"Would you two like to speak with Ardyn? He's here too." Ignis says as he places the phone between his chin and his shoulder.

"I don't see why not. He's the baby's father too." Noctis replies.

"Ardyn, it's Noct and Gladio." Ignis says as he passes the phone to his red-violet haired husband.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, your highness?" Ardyn drawls teasingly.

"Ignis says the baby's here. Congrats on your daughter." Noctis says.

"Thank you. Prompto did very well. He and Freya are resting now." Ardyn says as he looks over at Freya. She's still fast asleep in her bassinet.

"I'm sure you and Ignis're tired as well." Gladio says.

"Yea. We've all been up since seven this morning. You're welcome to come by tomorrow if Prompto's up for visitors." Ardyn says.

"We probably will. Goodnight guys." Noctis says before hanging up.

"It's time we get some well needed rest too Ignis. C'mere love," Ardyn says as he brings Ignis over to him. He kisses the brunette's lips. "I love you so much."

"I love you too. See you in the morning." Ignis says as he moves over to the right side of the bed. He switches off the bedside lamp before snuggling Prompto, breathing in the omega's sweet scent. Ardyn also snuggles Prompto from the other side of him, and they drift off to sleep. Nothing could be better than this.

[my-shields-are-down]

You Belong to Me (a/k/a “girl fight”) - Part 1

“Where is she?”

Tim’s heart is beating out of control, he feels like he can’t breathe as he grabs Angela’s arms in desperation. He’d received a message from her 20 minutes ago saying nothing more than, “I need you to meet me in the surgical waiting room at Shaw Memorial. “

ANGELA:“Hi Tim. Wow you made great time, isn’t there game traffic tonight? Huh. Impressive.”

TIM: “Where is she? Is she ok? Please tell me she’s ok!”

ANGELA: “Deep breaths, please Tim. Come on calm down. There are no life threatening injuries involved. They are both going to be ok. I’m so sorry if I scared you, but I need your help with some background information, ok?”

TIM: “Wait, both? Omg. Is she pregnant? Am I going to be a dad?”

Angela looks at him quizzically. And Tim notices what she’s wearing. Heels, her “get me some attention” dress, strappy heels and her lips are deep red with super long lashes - her shield is on a chain around her neck.

ANGELA: “Pregnant? No one mentioned anything about pregnancies. Hang on…” She walked away to speak to the surgical nurse about pregnancies, leaving Tim standing in the middle of the room completely confused

TIM: “Angela, what’s going on why won’t you tell me where she is?”

ANGELA: “I’m getting there. One sec.” She pulls out her notebook and pen and opens to a list of questions. “OK. I saw you eyeing my dress, so you likely remember the last time I wore it (wink). Tonight was Bailey’s Bridal Shower - her bridesmaids were there, me, Lucy, Nyla from work were there too. We were having a fantastic time. Well until the last bridesmaid arrived late, after the festivities had started, and we were playing some stupid game, we all had drinks and it was Lucy’s turn to share. So she standing in this semi-circle of the rest of us telling us a hilarious story about one of her ex boyfriends, when the …..well. It’s just easier to show you.”

As Angela is digging through her pockets to find her phone, little alarm bells are going off in Tim’s head. “Bridesmaid” is getting louder and louder in his mind.

ANGELA: “Bottom line, both Ashley and Lucy are ok and in surgery. Lucy’s injuries are a bit more delicate and time consuming to fix, while Ashley’s are deeper and I guess you could say more life threatening but only because one of her veins was nicked. Short version: Ashley showed up late and a bit drunk and attacked Lucy- both verbally and physically. Nyla stopped the fight pretty quickly, before most people realized what was happening. Ashley has been arrested for felony assault and will be handcuffed when she’s out of surgery.”

Angela pushes Tim down into a seat and hands him her phone. She can see all the emotions as they hit him - fear, relief, awe, disbelief, anger and calm.

ANGELA: The fight lasted under a minute, but I’ve queued up the video to show you the whole thing. Watch this once or twice, then get your bearings together because I have questions. Official questions. And when we are done with that, I’ll give you a run down on their injuries, ok? It’s going to be ok Tim. They are both going to be ok. I’ll be back in 20 minutes.”

Tim had finally calmed down and was present. He looked at the phone in his hand, but couldn’t press play. He had broken up with Ashley the week before, after he and Lucy kissed. Ashley had not taken it well at all, but he never thought she’d attack Lucy. She had a tantrum and threw things, accusing Tim of cheating with Lucy on him. Not physically, but emotionally. He shared the deepest parts of him with Lucy and only shared the physical with her, and even that he had no enthusiasm for any more. Kissing Lucy had broken him open in a way that he knew he’d only ever date, be with, love Lucy. Lucy was his “heart’s desire.” That kiss changed everything for him. But he hadn’t told Lucy anything yet, he wanted to have the words to express himself. He was … what was he doing? Waiting? For what? Good god, is this my fault? Did I cause this?

Tim felt a hand on his shoulder, Angela kissed his head like his mom used to when he was little, and said, “don’t do it. This is not your fault. You did nothing wrong.”

Tim took a deep breath and pushed PLAY. The video starts with a pan across the room showing 15 gorgeous women, all in heels, all holding drinks standing in a semi circle around Lucy. His breath caught as he saw her talking animatedly about something… she was wearing sleek black jeans, high heels and a red halter top which showed off her strong shoulders, arms and back. Her hair was partially up off her neck cascading down in a tumble of curls. When she turned to the right to emphasize an inside joke with Nyla, he caught a glimpse of her make up which he thought made her look exotic and wild…

Then out of the corner of his eye, he sees Ashley arrive. She’s wearing a skimpy red dress which shows off her long, tanned legs. She’s beautiful as well, but looks sad. She joins the semi circle on the opposite end from Nyla. Ashley hears Lucy make a comment about her tall, sex-on-a-stick ex-boyfriend, with strong hands and big blue eyes (not him). He sees Ashley jolt and yell “YOU BITCH! I knew you were fucking my boyfriend!” Ashley smashes her glass onto the floor, and lunges for Lucy grabbing her by the hair and throwing her down onto the ground while scratching at her face, arms and back. Tim sees stripes of red appear on Lucy’s skin, and then she loses her balance, drops her glass, and falls to the ground. She can’t get purchase on the marble floor because of the liquid, and her shoes, so she punches in Ashley’s direction landing a few hits, but it’s not until Nyla throws a massive left hand upper cut punch on Ashley’s face, that Ashley stops slashing/fighting. Nyla knocked her out cold. And then notices the pool of blood forming under Ashley as she fell hard onto one of the jagged shards of Lucy’s glass. He sees Bailey swoop into EMT mode and call for two RAs and Angela and Nyla go into action mode and call it into 9-1-1 as well…. Holy shit. He hits the rewind button to watch it again.

After watching 2-3 more times, his rage and concern for Lucy is at a low boil and he can function. He calls Angela over but demands to know the state of the injuries.

Angela nods and says, Ashley has a deep puncture on her hip area (she grabs Tim’s hand and puts it on her hip to show him where). They think she severed a vein and nicked the sciatic nerve. If so, she could have permanent nerve damage. She also has a broken nose from Nyla, and a few deep lacerations on her arms from thrashing among the glass shards on the floor.

Lucy on the other hand, has multiple scratches from Ashley’s nails. The worst of them on her arm, back and shoulder. She also has one bad one on her hairline and another under her cheekbone. Susan’s boyfriend (she’s the maid of honor) is “the plastic surgeon to the stars” apparently and she called him once the fight started - you can see her on the phone in the video. He is doing Lucy’s surgery for free and has guaranteed no lingering scars on her face. Thankfully no nerves were nicked or severed. She will have to have someone stay with her the first week until the stitches are removed and to help change the dressings on her scrapes.

Ashley will be out of surgery first and we want you to talk to her wearing a wire. We’ve got her dead to rights with the video, scrapings under nails, witness statements, etc. but without knowing intent, the felony may not stand. Are you ok to do that? “

TIM: Angela - I will do whatever you need me to do. But only after I tell Lucy I love her and take her home with me. Let me take care of her, please. I have to do that first. No exceptions.

-to be continued-

[mymanymerrymuses]

Some Damien headcanons for the dash!

-While the flowers in his garden are beautiful and healthy, Damien hasn't had much success with other plants. He tried to add a fruit tree to the garden once. It's still there, but it's never produced any fruit, and he doesn't know why.

-He hasn't had top or bottom surgery and the reason why is kind of Lucien. Damien planned to at least do the top surgery at some point, but then he got pregnant. With no one to look after Lucien in case something happened to him (or even just during recovery) Damien decided not to risk it, but he still thinks he might go for it when Luci is over 18.

-His hair naturally has a slight curl to it. With how long his hair is though, the weight has mostly pulled it out, and he straightens it the rest of the way.

-The portrait of a dog in his living room is actually of the dog his family had when he was young.

[wis-art]

Lucy is trans and so is wiki, Lucy had bottom surgery, wiki was a magical angel creature that took shape of a girl and then she didn't care that she lost the power to ever turn back

[cofffesaddicts-selfshipblog]

lucy, where you nervous about turning alice into a vampire?

One I didn’t turn Alice cause I can’t turn people only changing type vampires and people like my dad so my dad did can turn people I can go on about the 3 different breeds of our kind and how dads a mix of all 3 but then answering this will take to long

Two to answer your question yes I was nervous when she asked to be turned cause like becoming a vampire isn’t something that can be reversed if she had second thoughts last second and if she did she’d be miserable and that’s the last thing I want for her but I calmed down when she reminded me that she gone made irreversible choices before like her transition and bottom surgery and that logic made me a little less worried.

[songbirdsandsugar-moved]

The    sound    of    screeching    tires    and    bending    metal    was    embedded    in    Lucy's    memories.    Her    own    heart    racing,    pounding    against    her    chest    as    she    struggled    to    maintain    consciousness.    Curls    hanging    in    her    face    as    she    glanced    at    the    rearview    mirror,    meeting    her    dad's    lifeless    eyes.    She    could    barely    hear    her    mother,    first    calling    her    name,    making    sure    her    daughter    was    alive    and    okay,    and    then    the    devastating    screams    as    she    realized    her    husband    was    not.   

Lucy    barely    remembered    being    pulled    from    the    wreckage,    lifted    and    carried    to    a    waiting    ambulance    and    placed    on    a    stretcher.    Her    mother    called    out    to    her,    telling    her    it    was    going    to    be    okay,    and    she'd    see    her    at    the    hospital,    but    the    words    didn't    register.    All    she    could    focus    on    was    the    blood    staining    her    skirt,    a    slow    growing    circle    as    the    liquid    trickled    down    her    leg.    Her    leg    that    was    bent    the    wrong    way.    A    heavy    sigh    left    her    lips,    the    kind    that    made    her    body    shake.    She    no    longer    felt    like    she    was    in    her    own    body,    instead    it    was    as    if    she    were    watching    a    movie.    That    was    someone    else's    leg,    someone    else's    skirt    being    pulled    back    to    reveal    the    bleeding    gash,    exposed    bone    sticking    out    through    the    skin.

Lucy    passed    out.    Whether    from    the    sight    of    her    injury    or    the    pain,    she    would    never    be    certain.    All    she    knew    now    was    the    darkness    that    surrounded    her.    In    the    darkness    she    heard    screams,    but    they    weren't    her    own,    nor    were    they    her    mother's    repeated    screams    begging    someone    to    help    her    husband.    These    were    the    screams    of    a    boy    suffering    his    own    torment,    his    own    loss.    Screaming    for    Soldier    Boy.    

When    Lucy    did    open    her    eyes    again,    her    heart    was    shattered.    She    couldn't    understand    why    she'd    heard    his    screams,    why    Gunpowder    had    been    crying    out    for    Soldier    Boy.    She    just    knew    he    had    been.    She    knew    something    had    gone    terribly    wrong    on    the    trip    he'd    told    her    about.   

Her    heart    was    once    again    pounding    as    everything    that    had    happened    came    crashing    down    on    her    all    at    once.    She    couldn't    feel    her    leg,    the    doctors    had    an    IV    pumping    pain    killers    into    her,    numbing    the    post    surgery    pain.    A    cast    held    her    leg    in    place,    finally    turned    the    right    way    again.    She    only    was    barely    able    to    wiggle    her    toes.    

Her    mother    sat    in    the    chair    next    to    her,    holding    her    hand    as    she    watched    some    soap    opera    on    the    television,    waiting    for    Lucy    to    wake    up.    "Mom..."    her    voice    was    quiet    and    strained.    She    wanted    the    memories    to    be    nightmares,    but    one    look    at    her    mother's    tear    streaked    face    told    her    otherwise.    A    frown    began    to    tug    at    the    corners    of    her    mouth,    her    bottom    lip    quivering    as    tears    brimmed    her    eyes.    "Mom,    where's    daddy?"

Her    mother    looked    at    her,    trying    to    hold    back    her    own    tears.    Trying    to    be    strong    for    her    daughter    as    she    brushed    curls    out    of    Lucy's    face.    "He    didn't    make    it,    honey,    the    EMT's...."    she    trailed    off,    she    couldn't    bring    herself    to    say    that    he'd    died    on    impact.    Lucy    had    gotten    lucky    to    be    pulled    out    of    the    car    with    just    a    broken    leg.    She    cupped    her    hand    over    her    mouth    as    tears    began    to    fall.    Lucy    pushed    herself    up    as    much    as    she    could,    trying    to    hug    her    mom.    To    hold    onto    her    before    she    was    ripped    away    too.    She    sobbed    against    her    mother's    shoulder,    squeezing    her    eyes    shut.    In    just    a    matter    of    moments,    their    lives    had    been    torn    apart.   

Their    cries    were    interrupted    as    a    bulletin    from    Vought    News    Network    came    onto    the    TV,    announcing    the    death    of    Soldier    Boy.    Lucy's    heart    sank    deeper,    once    again    hearing    Gunpowder's    screams    in    her    head    as    the    newscaster    claimed    Soldier    boy    sacrificed    himself    to    stop    a    nuclear    meltdown    in    Ohio.    Lucy    shook    her    head,    "That's    not    what    happened,"    she    whispered.    Gunpowder    had    told    her    they    were    going    to    South    America...there    was    no    way    Soldier    Boy    could've    been    killed    in    Ohio.    "Mom,    I    heard    it,    I    heard    him    screaming."    

"Shhh,"    her    mother    shook    as    she    held    her    daughter    against    her    chest,    running    her    fingers    through    tangled    curls.    "You    can't    tell    anyone    what    you    know.    Whatever    you    saw    or    heard,    you    can't    tell."    She    may    have    just    been    a    pianist,    and    not    a    normal    part    of    Vought's    payroll,    but    she    knew    a    company    didn't    become    that    big    of    a    powerhouse    by    doing    the    morally    right    thing.    "They'll    think    he    told    you,    and    you    both    will    get    hurt.    I    can't    lose    you    and    your    father    both."

Lucy    closed    her    eyes    as    more    tears    fell.    In    one    night,    her    happiness    had    been    ripped    away.    She'd    lost    any    chance    of    getting    to    see    Gunpowder    again,    and    she'd    lost    her    father.    She    thought    about    the    shell    he'd    given    her...he    said    it    was    lucky.    Her    father    had    offered    to    put    a    hole    through    it    so    she    could    wear    it    on    a    necklace.    She'd    told    him    no,    choosing    to    keep    it    in    her    jewelry    box    instead,    afraid    of    ruining    it.    She    felt    as    if    she    had    caused    this.    If    it    was    truly    lucky,    and    she'd    been    wearing    it,    maybe    her    father    would    be    alive....if    Gunpowder    had    never    given    it    to    her...maybe    Soldier    Boy    would    be    alive.    Lucy    blamed    herself    for    both    their    tragedies.

@lettherebemonsters​

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

Travis HCs (because I was listening to my Travis playlist and I got inspired) mostly mystreet but can apply to MCD in some places

Ftm. Travis was originally intended to be female in MCD but was changed last minute. And I’m the kind of person to take that and make a character trans because of it. In MCD, he isn’t quite aware of it, because he has been male presenting as far back as he could remember (subconscious shape shifting was a complete blessing for him), but in MS it’s a huge insecurity of his. It’s one of the reasons why he has such a huge confidence shift between PDH and MS. Top surgery and a huge growth spurt made him feel way more comfortable in his own body, and therefore more comfortable with people. Eventually he got also bottom surgery, but he was a lot more reluctant about that because, well, he was scared that it would be incredibly botched. It went well, though.

Demiromantic/demisexual. It takes a lot of emotion connection for him to become romantically and sexually interested in people. Because of this, he assumed he was ace/aro for a long time, however after one event with Katelyn cheering him up in the school bathrooms, he started feeling slight interest towards her. It was only small, more so just general intrigue than anything romantic, but he began seeking her out more until it developed further. And now, as of ms s6 time period, he’s absolutely inlove with her.

He’s also pan.

He is afflicted with the ‘Valkrum men killing their fathers’ habit that runs rampant in his bloodline, according to a previous post of mine.

He does gymnastics. And also Aerial. Because it’s hot.

He adores rock climbing. He just likes the feeling of being high up. This is also the cause of him climbing trees a lot and even the sides of his friends houses to sit on their rooves.

As he got older, dark lines started appearing in his skin, similar to blaschko’s lines, as a result of his shapeshifting further manifesting, but he ignored them. Katelyn, however, liked to trace her fingers over them when she was bored. Or admiring him. Because he’s a very pretty boy, he’s hard to not admire.

(Based off of a story I heard about a friend’s dad) He has a split tongue, and not by choice. He had a tongue piercing in college, but he was an arse in college. So, because he was an arse, he got in an argument, and the guy he was arguing with grabbed him by his tongue piercing and ripped it out, however he ripped it out FORWARDS. So it ripped his tongue down the middle. He was lucky he wasn’t paralysed. He managed to tell doctors, via biro and napkins, that he wanted to keep the split, and they sewed it up so that the split would remain. And here it still is. Snazzy, right? Katelyn thinks so.

He has a few piercings, like snakebites and stretched lobes.

He also has a mullet. Like a fluffy tiktok mullet. Because he does what he wants, and he does it well.

He’s planning on getting tattoos eventually.

He’s the second youngest of the main cast in MS. Lucinda is six months younger than him in MS. And in MCD he’s just a baby in comparison to everyone else, including Luci, because they’re all like 26+ and he’s barely just turned 22.

Facial hair is ew because it all spiky and prickly and ew. So no matter how much euphoria it gives him to have a stubble, it’s a big no for him. Ew it feels weird.

Chest, leg and arm hair tho? Soft, so it stays. Until Katelyn gets bored and asks to shave/wax/whatever him, at least. Even then, he gets to keep his ‘happy trail’ and that’s all he really cares about keeping.

[newtonsheffield]

My work has been really overwhelming and stressful lately and I'm so grateful to you to give me a little time each day to sink into your B&S world and think about something else, so THANK YOU!!! I love reading about Anthony being strong for Kate in Insufferable, can we please have some vulnerable Anthony where Kate supports him? Maybe have him be worried over someone in his family. A filming accident on Kilmartin or Colin injured during his travels?

I’m so sorry your work has been so stressful! My own work has been... a nightmare of late and I’m that glad to have this week off and focus on something other than work. Not self care, I’m obviously not gonna use this time beyond getting my eyebrows done today, and my hair cut on Friday. We are going surface level only, Ladies. 

But anyway! I am SO glad that you can use this manic little universe as an escape because that’s certainly what I use it for! And THANK YOU for reading it!  Okay! The reverse Edwina! And ahhhh I’m sorry I did this! 

In hindsight, Kate should have known the second she looked at Anthony’s phone and seen Lucy Abernathy( Greg’s owner) flashing across the screen that something was wrong, but she hadn’t instead she’d tutted, picked up the phone and said brightly  “Hey Lucy! Anthony’s in the shower If this is about Greg’s Birthday-?” And then stopped because Lucy, who was normally so composed, so calm under pressure was crying. Her breath stuttering from her body in sharp gasps. And panic was instantly clawing at her chest, but she forced her voice even. “Lucy, where are you? Where’s Greg?” a shuddering breath and then a gasp and  “Ummm I’m... at the hospital... Ah Greg... There was... he... didn’t tell me... he just collapsed... Appendix... And Violet’s in Kent.” Gasping for breath, terrified.  “Lucy, text me the hospital you’re at and stay there. Anthony and I are on our way. Okay?” 

She was tearing through the house, her heart pounding as she rounded the corner to their bathroom, forcing her voice to stay calm again. “Honey, there’s-”  Anthony’s head spun around to greet her. “Well Well Well Miss Sheffield, sneaking up on a man in the shower. If you want to get in you can just ask.” And he looked so delighted, so boyish, his hair in his eyes, his eyebrows wiggling excitedly that it killed her to say it, to break his heart, wished she could put it off a little longer. “Honey, I need you to stay as calm as you can okay?” her voice as soothing as possible. “Something’s happened to Greg. We need to go.” And his face fell, and her heart broke, as she tugged him from the shower. 

Kate’s heart was pounding the entire way to the hospital. Anthony had stood motionless in their bed room as Kate had handed him clothes from his wardrobe. Gently saying “Honey, put these on.” and he’d seemed to startle, quickly putting the clothes on and then staring back at her despondently. And her chest had ached as she’d tugged him downstairs, into the car, holding tightly to his hand as they drove through traffic.

“Anthony, He’s going to be okay. Sounds like he had appendicitis, quick surgery and he’ll be good as new.” She said, much more confidently than she felt. But she remembered, how sweet and patient, and heartbreakingly kind Anthony had been when she’d been the one despondent in the car on the way to a hospital. When she had needed him to handle things, he had, and she’d had no right to even ask it of him. And so, despite her own anxiety building in her chest as she parked their car, she got calmly from her seat, opened her fiancé’s door and tugged him inside the hospital, her arm wrapped tightly around him, her hand applying light pressure on his back in the way she knew made his heart rate slow. “I love you, Anthony, and I’m right here okay.” She said calmly as they walked through the door, Anthony nodding jerkily, as though he’d had to force himself to respond to her, and Kate’s chest ached again when she saw Lucy. Her head in her hands resting on her knees her shoulders shaking as sobs wracked her body. 

“Lucy,” Kate said gently touching the younger woman on the shoulder, Lucy looked up, tears streaming down her face and Kate barely had time to react before she was pulled into a tight hug. And Kate’s heart clenched as Lucy’s tears soaked into her sweater, Anthony hugging tight around them both, Lucy’s voice mumbling against her chest “He’d been weird all day, but he said he was fine, Anthony I promise and then he went really pale, and I don’t know he said his stomach hurt and he passed out. They said he burst his appendix.”   “He’s going to be okay, Lucy.” Kate said calmly settling them pack into their seats “He’s an idiot obviously, but he’s going to be okay.” She said firmly looking between Lucy and Anthony their hands grasped tightly in hers. Anthony nodded again, tucking his face into her neck like he always did when he was upset. Lucy let out a watery chuckle, her bottom lip caught tightly between her teeth. 

And when the doctor came out hours later and told them Gregory would be fine, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.  “Love you.” Anthony mumbled against her neck and her own breathing finally evened out.          

[fairytail-multishipper]

Sting?

Sexuality Headcanon:

I think he’s a gay man, but I also ship him with some female characters... Idk. Bi with a preference for men

Gender Headcanon:

This is a transgender man! He just got his bottom surgery planned and already had his top surgery! He/They!

A ship I have with said character:

Rogue, Minerva, Natsu, Lucy, Gray, and probably others.

A BROTP I have with said character:

Yukino! They are just buds

A NOTP I have with said character:

Yukino! The shippers of them only seem to like them as the Sabertooth version of Na/lu and it sucks. They could be a cute ship, maybe, but the shippers suck 😒

A random headcanon:

He has autism and has a lot of sensory issues, mostly surrounding touch and texture. He has a lot of stim toys and even uses Lector’s fur to help him relax.

General Opinion over said character:

I love him! I wish we could see more of him in his domestic life in Sabertooth. For fuck’s sale, this man is a Guild Master!

SEND ME A CHARACTER AND I’LL DO THIS