#ruby is back and what a masterpiece

[yeahbumbleby]

nothing broke me more in yesterday's episode than realizing that the only reason why ruby doesn't describe weiss to little when looking for blake and yang simply is because she thinks weiss made it to vacuo. girlie already racking up seven different kinds of breakdowns and she doesn't even know her best friend's presence on the island is going to introduce a brand new one... please pray for ruby rose because she's about to eat dust this volume

[catboytwelve]

Well.

That sure was a first part finale of Doctor Who written by Russel T Davies.....

[willowser]

aww aww katsuki coming home to find you and your kiddos in the kitchen, a disarray of gingerbread and icing and candies spread out across the dining room table.

you'd managed to dye your daughters frosting pink, and she's jumping up and down on her tippy-toes when she sees him, grinning so hard the tendons in her neck are straining. she'd wanted to build and decorate her own gingerbread house this year, but so far she's spent the last twenty minutes being very particular about only the first wall.

"daddy!" she leans her head all the way back when he puts his hand on her face, giggling beneath his palm with her little squished nose. "look at mine, look at mine!"

your wobbly son jumps up in his own chair, using the table as leverage to balance himself as he lets out a squeal of gibberish that vaugely sounds like an echo of what his sister is saying. at the excited pitch in his voice, her head whips around, free from katsuki's grip as her brows furrow.

"he's not even decorating anything," she protests—and she's not wrong; whatever your little boy is doing hardly classifies as 'decorating', and is more like 'eating all the frosting he can before getting caught'. there is a mess of sugar dried all around his mouth.

still, your son squeals in his chair, jumping up and down with even more energy when you place a hand on his butt, in case he slips. the promise of you only encourages him, and katsuki reaches across the table to snatch him up when he tries to get his little knee up on the surface.

your daughter's frown grows; sharing attention remains a soft spot for her. instead of saying anything, she only makes an annoyed little sound and presses her cheek into her dad's hip.

"stuff's gonna give you cavities," katsuki murmurs, though he picks up a few red and green candies and shares them with your already sugary boy—who hums happily. "need a toothbrush for christmas."

"no," your daughter pulls back and tugs on his belt loops, sneering up at him playfully when he pinches her nose. "you have cavities!"

katsuki makes a point to bare his teeth at her, and then presses his forehead to his son and does the same until they're both giggling. "ain't me, bighead,"

"you're a bighead!"

"yeah, 'n i am big, so what's your excuse?" a wicked little grin splits his face when she starts swinging on him, and he deposits your son into your lap before scooping her up off her feet, her girlish scream vibrant and happy in the space around you.

katsuki waits until she calms down a bit, holding her to his chest like a baby, before coming around the table to get a good look at her little pink masterpiece. he presses his mouth into her hair, like he does with you, and her little ruby eyes sparkle when he murmurs, "looks good, kid,"—just to her and only to her.

[french-unknown]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: shanks, vivi, ace, law, sabo 𝐂/𝐖: fluff 𝐖/𝐂: 1.3 +

| m a s t e r l i s t | - | p t . 1 | - | p t . 3 |

The morning was calm on Red Hair's boat. The sun had been up on the horizon for a while, but apart from you, Building Snake who was at the helm and Lucky who was cooking breakfast, everyone was still sleeping.

After a while you saw Shanks, still half asleep, point the tip of his nose in the kitchen and come up behind you to place a kiss on the top of your head. You took the opportunity to sneak a hand behind you, for a simple touch at first, but you didn't resist when you felt his flask of whiskey under your fingers. You stole it away. Unconscious, the captain continued his way behind the counter where he began to boil water while taking out the bag of coffee beans that Lucky had ground earlier in the morning. You saw him install the coffee container, the filter and the ground coffee and then start preparing it. You stayed at the table watching him in his half-buttoned shirt and baggy pants. His loose red hair fell in front of his eyes and his unshaven beard was visible from where you were standing. Finally, he took a casserole out of a cupboard and poured some sugar into it. He then retrieved some whipped cream from the fridge before returning to his work station and shoving his hand in his pocket. Immediately, you saw him turn to you with a soft smile and he approached with his outstretched hand.

Faced with the silent order, you gave him back his flask which he recovered in order to pour part of its contents into the pan. When it was over, he gathered the coffee with the mixture of sweet whiskey and whipped cream and came to sit next to you to peacefully enjoy his coffee.

Curious about the large bracelet that Vivi wore earlier, you stole it to be able to observe it more closely. A magnificent jewel in white gold meticulously worked with a set of rubies, each as sparkling as the other. A true masterpiece.

You already noticed all the frequent comings and goings of panicked servants in the corridors while you were returning to Vivi's apartments in order to return her bracelet, several hours after your theft. But you were far more surprised to see her servants also searching in her room while the princess paced nervously in the middle of the room with her thumbnail held fiercely between her teeth. As soon as she saw you, she rushed into your arms.

"It's a disaster!" She exclaimed, panicked, when you asked her what was going on. "A representative from the neighboring kingdom had given me a priceless bracelet to facilitate a trade agreement between our two countries but he's currently in the throne room with Father to discuss it and I can't get my hands on this jewel!"

Not daring to tell her that it was you who stole it from her, you comforted her as best you could before parting with her while promising to help her in her search. You then joined the library, in a place where you knew she had passed between your theft and the discovery of it, and you took the jewel out of your pocket before shouting that you had found it. No one needed to know how you found it when you gave it back to Vivi.

Ace was sleeping peacefully in the middle of a meadow while he was surrounded by you and all the half-eaten food. Indeed, since you had both found yourself on a spring island for a non-urgent mission given by Whitebeard, you had both decided to stop for a picnic in the middle of the forest. And, although the meal went very well, you ended up betting that he was still going to fall asleep before the meal was over. He bet no and you bet yes.

Here you are with a winning bet, as a result of which you began to search his pockets to recover your gains. You were nevertheless surprised when, while you were standing almost above him with one hand in his pocket, he mowed down your carrying arm with his own arm without waking up. You then collapsed on his chest before he came to wrap his arms around your neck and your waist and he came to bury his nose in your hair.

"Five more minutes. We'll leave later." he whispered before falling asleep as quickly.

So you found yourself wedged against him, lying on his boiling chest, on the thick grass of the meadow while the sun pleasantly warmed your back and the scent of nature perfumed your nose. Deciding that you didn't necessarily have to collect your reward right away, you freed your trapped hand from his pocket as best you could before wrapping your arms around his chest and falling asleep too.

Since this morning Law seemed to have something in his pocket but he refused to tell you what it was. Every time you asked, he said that it was none of your business or to leave him alone. Still, you were determined to find out what your captain had in his pocket.

You waited for him to take his nap on deck to act. As he slept against Bepo, you approached slowly at first, then more eagerly. On the one hand, you didn't want to wake them up but, on the other hand, you knew they could both open their eyes at any minute. Slowly, you manage to approach them enough to pickpocket your captain. Suddenly, you heard the white bear start talking. You froze. It seemed like he was just babbling because he stopped immediately and didn't open his eyelids either. Relieved, you breathed briefly before leaving as quickly as possible. You took out the mystery object on the way to discover that it was only a simple bottle of hydroalcoholic gel. Nothing very interesting. Disappointed to have deployed so much effort for nothing, you continued to walk, sulking.

"Room, takt!" you heard behind you.

You were then wrapped in the surgeon's blue bubble and you felt lifted until even your toes no longer touched the floor of the submarine. A drop of sweat formed on your forehead as you felt your body do a 180° towards Law, who was staring at you intensely, and pull you towards him. As soon as you were in front of him, he stopped you approaching him and reached into your pocket to pull out the bottle with a look that didn't bode well. You really shouldn't have done that.

You've been waiting with Sabo in hiding for days. You had been sent by the Revolutionary Army to spy on enemy partisans, yet nothing was happening. You couldn't take it anymore. Sabo, by his side, had spent the day training to use the Mera Mera no Mi.

Arriving in the evening, you find a place to settle down at a good distance from your targets and then unpack your belongings. When it was your turn to rest and Sabo's to watch the strangers, you decided to surprise him. In your head, you imagined yourself romantically stuffing your hands in his pockets in order to pull him closer for a hug.

Unfortunately, you had just enough time to slip one of your hands into his pocket when he jumped violently, surprised at the contact, and threw a hand back to block your hand which he thought was a thief. However he still had trouble controlling his power so, as his hand grabbed your wrist, he felt his body turn into flames from his fingertips to his forearm.

Burned, you first felt a great cold in your wrist before the pain failed there and the heat seized it. You just had the presence of mind to grit your teeth instead of screaming as a dull pain throbbed in your joint. Sabo immediately let go of your member but the damage was already done. He jumped on your supply of water which he poured over your burned skin as he apologized profusely. Having completely forgotten his mission, he continued to pour the water while arranging your business as best he could with the other hand. As night fell, you finally arrived at the nearest hospital to treat your burn. Sabo stayed by your side all night.

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @iheartamora @bontensh0e @opchara @idsmash717 @lys-ada @xomingyu @parkyrr

[eleanor-bradstreet]

Let Me Be Your Anchor

Chapter 13: Release

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett An Offer from a Gentleman reimagined Chapter rating: 18+ - explicit sexual content Word count: 5.1k

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Author's Note: Happy Valentine's Day! How about a little steam for our lovebirds? 😉💖

Abandoning any hope of ever finishing the portrait, Benedict led Sophie by the hand to his bedroom. The hour was late and they encountered no one in the hall. He closed the door behind them as Sophie moved to stand near the fire, looking somewhat anxious. He took her face in his hands, wanting to soothe away all of her fears. 

“Sophie, there’s no need to be nervous. We can go as slowly as you like. I just want to make you feel good like before.” He was in earnest despite how his blood was racing. Whatever they were doing, whatever kind of arrangement this was now, he didn’t want to simply take his pleasure from her. He wanted to get to know her and savor her in whatever way she would let him.

“Alright,” She let out a shuddering breath, betraying that she still was not at ease.

“A drink?” He asked, reaching for a decanter.

“Thank you,” She gave him a small smile. He poured two glasses of wine and handed one to her with a clink. A toast to whatever new chapter they were beginning.

She sipped her drink and stared at him, shifting slightly from foot to foot. He beckoned for her to sit in an armchair then knelt before her. Setting down his glass, he bent and began to untie her shoes.

Sophie let out a small gasp. “Benedict! You don’t have to…”

“Shhh.” He smirked up at her. “Enjoy the wine.”

Shocked at being pampered like a veritable queen, she leaned back into the warm chair and took another sip of the ruby liquid. It was undoubtedly the finest wine she had ever tasted and she was grateful that it was helping to calm her nerves. She wanted this, whatever it was they were about to do, but she was still new to it all. Aside from an errant kiss by a servant boy in her youth, all of her romantic interactions had been with Benedict. He was the first and only to kiss her with such passion, the first and only to touch and savor her body, the first and only to declare that he wanted her in the way men wanted women, without nefarious intent. While she trusted him to be patient, she was rather bashful of her ignorance. She chided herself for not asking more of Genevieve, inquiring as to what she did with men she had no intention of marrying. As the tryst in the orangery had proven to her, she knew nothing of how to achieve pleasure.

Benedict slid her shoes off one after the other then began to massage her legs, running his hands from her ankles to her knees. Sophie couldn’t help but groan, enjoying the pressure on her tired calves. She had never imagined him treating her this way, as if he were a servant hired to tend to her every need. He certainly knew how to charm a woman. Setting her glass aside, she looked down at him on his knees. The light from the fireplace cast the most lovely shadows across the angles of his face and glinted in the waves of his tousled hair. 

“The hours seemed so long tonight, waiting to see you again,” she admitted. 

With a smile he slid his hands over her skirt and up the length of her thighs, then took her waist and buried his face into her bodice. Sophie shivered against the strength of his grip, running her fingers into his hair. 

“Let’s hope the hours stay long,” he murmured, tilting to look up at her. He was indescribably beautiful, his jaw angular and framing that cheeky, crooked grin. His eyes were a shimmering blue-grey, set softly under long lashes and dark brows that were as quick to turn upward with mirth as they were to knit together with concern. His whole countenance was gentle and inquisitive, joyful but discerning. He was an artist, but Sophie saw him as a masterpiece in his own right. 

She pressed her lips to his. He tasted like claret and salt, his mouth opening to welcome her tongue. He kissed her back with increasing intensity, both of their breaths growing ragged. The heat built quickly, tingling under Sophie’s skin and pooling between her legs. The same feeling as before. Her stomach flipped with excitement at knowing he would bring her release again.

Before she knew it, Benedict had pulled her legs around his waist and lifted her into the air, carrying her across the room to the bed. He set her on the edge and knelt again between her knees. His large hands splayed across her back as his kisses moved down her neck and shoulders, lingering on her collarbone. She wound her fingers into the hair at his nape, closing her eyes as she fell under the spell of his lips.

“Can I take this off?” He rasped, the tips of his fingers pressing into the fabric of her dress.

“Yes,” she breathed, and felt everything starting to loosen as he slipped each button free. She wanted desperately to feel his skin, and she grabbed at the fine linen of his shirt, bunching it in her hands until it came loose of his waistband. He took her cue and quickly tore off the garment, flinging it across the room. Sophie had just an instant to stare at his bare chest before his mouth was on hers again. She touched him, skimming her hands across his torso, surprised and delighted when his muscles quivered beneath her fingers. 

As their tongues collided, he gently slid her dress and chemise down her shoulders. He chased the sleeves with hot kisses as he pulled them fully down her arms and everything tumbled to her waist, leaving her shamelessly exposed. She found that she was not self conscious and arched her back, offering herself to him like some sort of forbidden fruit. 

Benedict stopped breathing when he saw her. He’d pictured this moment in his mind so many times - every night as he lay in this very bed, and in every dream when he actually slept. But this - reality - was far sweeter than a dream, and far more erotic. His hand, which had been stroking the warm skin on her back, slowly slid over her rib cage. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, knowing that the words were hopelessly inadequate. As if mere words could describe what he felt. And then, when his trembling fingers finished their journey and held her breast, he let out a shuddering exhale. His need for her was so intense, so primitive. It robbed him of his ability to think. 

He needed her next to him, below him, on top of him. He needed her in him, around him, a part of him. He needed her the way he needed air, indispensably. 

He leaned forward slowly and kissed her once more, feeling gooseflesh prickle her skin beneath his fingers. It was remarkable, but every time he kissed her, her lips seemed to grow sweeter, her scent more beguiling. And his need grew, too. His blood was racing with desire, and it was taking his every last shred of restraint not to push her back onto the mattress and tear her clothes from her body. But he stopped himself with a reminder. This time was about her. He was here to please her needs, not his own. He wanted her to know she was safe and to show her a damn good time if he could.

“What do you…” he swallowed, trying to steady his pounding heart. “What do you want, Sophie?”

Her mouth hung open with heavy breaths. Her eyes were so dark he couldn’t see their color anymore. She hesitated.

“Do you feel an ache?” He rumbled from deep in his chest, moving to settle his hand on her thigh. “Between your legs?”

She nodded and the neediness of her look made him fight for composure. He took one of her hands and kissed her palm. “I can help you with that. Like before.”

“Yes.” She was practically vibrating but surprised him by cupping his face. “But Benedict, I want to pleasure you too. Very much. Only I don’t…I’ll need you to teach me.”

Benedict’s heart skipped a beat. Something in her earnest plea made him more aroused than he had ever felt. She was assertive despite her inexperience. She had the courage to take control and wanted to grant him pleasure in the way that he showed her. It was more erotic than any of the experienced women he’d been with, who had lain with him for mutual enjoyment but with little conversation or demonstration of concern. Sophie left him in awe.

Dumbstruck, he nodded. “Alright, but you first.” 

Then he let passion take center stage, returning his lips to hers in a searing, barely controlled dance of desire. Sophie hummed with pleasure as they wrapped their arms around each other and fell back onto the bed. She reveled in the pressure of his body against hers, skin against skin. It was the most glorious feeling she could ever imagine. He felt so good, so steady and warm, and even though his muscles were lean and powerful, his skin was seductively soft. He even smelled good, a warm masculine mixture of sandalwood and soap. 

He murmured her name like a benediction as he lowered her back onto the mattress. “How I have wanted you,” he groaned. “You have no idea. No idea.”

Her only response was a soft mewling sound that came from deep in her throat. For some reason that was like oil on the fire within him, and his fingers clutched at her even tighter, pressing into her skin as his lips traveled down the swanlike column of her throat. 

He moved lower, lower, burning a hot trail on her skin, pausing only briefly when he reached the gentle swell of her breast. She was completely beneath him now, her eyes glazed with desire, and it was so much better than any of his dreams. And oh, how he’d dreamed of her.

With a low, possessive growl, Benedict took her nipple into his mouth. She let out a soft yelp, and he was unable to suppress his own low rumble of satisfaction. When he moved his mouth to her other breast and renewed his sensual onslaught, her lips parted and her head lolled back. 

“Do you like this?” he whispered, tracing the peak of her breast with his tongue. Sophie couldn’t quite manage to open her eyes, but she nodded. “What about this?” He nibbled gently at her nipple, grazing it with his teeth. Sophie hissed and stiffened beneath him, her fingers pressing into his back, but he knew from her moan that she found it agreeable. In one motion he ran his tongue down the middle of her, licking a trail along her skin until he reached her navel. She squirmed as his hands moved everywhere, down her legs, around her waist, until her dress and chemise were gone. She was completely nude, and it felt very odd but somehow also very right, as long as he was touching her. 

Benedict’s feet found the floor again and he stood between Sophie’s legs, enraptured with the woman lying before him across the bed. He leaned down on one arm and sucked gently at her breast while his other hand squeezed her thigh. He trailed his fingers upward and ran them gently over her folds. She was wet already and despite how he ached for her, he would ease her into each step, building a progression of sensations for her to try. He slipped one finger inside of her, grinning with satisfaction as her entire body jerked and tensed around him. They had done this before and he knew she enjoyed it. Now into uncharted territory. He pressed a second finger into her, walls gripping him tightly. He held back a groan.

“Is this alright?” He rasped, searching her face for any sign of discomfort.

Sophie moaned. Her eyes were shut, hands clenching the blanket beneath her as her hips began to move, pressing back against his hand. 

“Yes,” she panted. “Please…more…” 

Any hesitation she may have had was quelled from her mind with the singular, numbing need she felt building between her legs. This was madness. Fever. That feeling that she had only felt once before, and only thanks to this man. It was something that needed release, something that grabbed at her, and yet even with all this pressure, it felt so spectacularly wonderful, as if she’d been born for this very moment.

Benedict slid his fingers in and out slowly, straight at first and then curled lightly to pet her inside. He licked his lips which were growing dry from his labored breath, his eyes dark and locked on Sophie’s body, her every move. 

“Benedict?” she gasped. “Is this…this is what it’s like when…”

He hovered his face above hers and their eyes met. Hers were hazy with desire but they held a question.

“Yes,” he purred, his fingers still rhythmically pressing into her, making her shift up and down beneath him. “Only it’s more pressure, and it’s deeper.”

She gave a slight nod, eyes fluttering closed again as he glided within her. “And…” she fought for words between breaths. “A man and woman will go on like this until…until his seed is planted?”

Benedict had never slept with a virgin but he had engaged in these alternate explorations with a few young ladies of the ton as a young man. A number of balls had been spent hidden in closets and side rooms, exploring each other’s mouths and bodies without committing the full act. It was surprising for a maid to be as sheltered as those ladies had been. But he found her forthrightness endearing.

With his free hand he smoothed her hair back from her face. “Yes, they will move until the man releases himself. But if he does not finish inside her body, there will be no child.”

Sophie’s eyes opened with realization. It was as if he could read her mind and had anticipated her question. His lips descended on hers once again, tongue swiping across her bottom lip as his fingers dragged along her walls with a steady cadence. 

“And it should bring her pleasure,” he murmured against her lips. “The act should always bring her pleasure, though most men forget that.”

Sophie’s head lolled against the mattress and she gripped his shoulders as he began rubbing her crest on each stroke, driving into her more fervently,. The sounds she made were exquisite, mewling and groaning, whimpering and gasping as she tensed and relaxed, pressing herself against him, willing him to go deeper, move faster. Move faster he did, pushing into her at the same pace his cock was begging for, the same pace at which he wanted to see her bounce beneath the whole of his body. He could feel her loosening just a bit more as her fluids slicked his fingers.

In and out, in and out, he was growing delirious with the motion, with the warmth and pressure inside of her, with the shaking of her breasts in response to the cadence of his hand. He held himself above her and watched her face, reveling in the twists of her lips and dance of her brows as she reacted to all he was doing. Just when his rigid cock issued a drop of desperation against his strained trousers, he felt her clench within.

She moaned and clawed at his back, pulling him tight against her. “Benedict,” she pleaded. “I need…I need…” She writhed beneath him, eyes closed and face screwed up with desperation. 

“Yes,” he exhaled, clamping his palm down upon her mound and rocking against it with heavy pressure. “Yes, you’re nearly there,” he coaxed, caressing her forehead again and watching her face with wonder. “That’s it. Chase that feeling.”

Mouth open but holding her breath, she bucked back against his hand as he pinned her hips down with his body. She squirmed desperately, grinding herself against his soaked palm. Benedict bit his tongue to keep his head from swimming. Lord, she was so captivating. The whole of her naked body heaving under his, burning with arousal, skin sheened with sweat as she came apart under his hands. He felt her walls quiver closer and closer together until at last she peaked, spasms dancing down his fingers, clenching and rippling. The whole of her sex throbbed within his grip as her breath returned staccato in his ear. 

He tried to swallow his own moan, lowering to lay on top of her. He wanted to feel her every tremor, her pounding heartbeat, the heat rising off of her in waves. 

Sophie clung to him, jerking with aftershocks, her mind drifting away to that plane of bliss again. Somehow the weight of him and the warmth of his skin against hers deepened the ecstasy. She felt cradled in a place of comfort the likes of which she had never experienced and she never wanted to leave.

She didn’t know how long she floated there but she was brought back into the room by Benedict’s soft kisses upon her cheek. She dragged her eyes open to see his, still sparkling and bright despite the dark hunger that lingered there.

“How do you feel?” he asked softly.

“I didn’t know,” she confessed. “I had no idea women could feel such pleasure.”

He smirked, proud of himself, the cheeky devil. But she was genuinely grateful. “Do men feel the same when they release?”

He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Yes, we do.”

She licked her lips and stared up at him. “I want to do it to you. I want to make you feel this good.”

Benedict’s breath hitched. His cock was screaming to be set free. He was hard as a rock, harder than he could ever remember.

“But,” she cast her eyes down, unsure if she was ready to cross the final threshold. “Do you need to be inside of me?”

Benedict’s brows turned up and he kissed her sweetly. He could sense her nerves. “No. No, there are other ways. We will go slowly.”

She breathed a sigh of relief as he moved to stand once again between her knees. God, he was perfection. She took in the full sight of him, tall and shirtless, sculpted of lean muscle and pale freckled skin. The veins in his forearms flexed as his long fingers pulled off his boots and then tugged at his trouser buttons. His dark hair was wild, tousled into soft spikes from how she had played with it. Never taking his eyes from hers, he let his waistband fall and bared himself. 

Sophie sat up and stared at his manhood shamelessly. It was long, longer than she had seen on any statue, though she supposed those were adapted for modesty’s sake. It stood at attention, as rigid as a sword and pointing right at her. It was intimidating imagining something so large invading her, but the thought was also so devilishly tempting to try. What would that skin feel like?

Tentatively, she reached out and ran her fingers lightly down his length. He hissed and she retracted instantly.

“I’m sorry!” She searched his face. “Did I hurt you?”

Benedict chuckled and took her chin in his hand. “No, no, of course not.” Then his voice dropped. “It’s that your touch drives me mad.”

Sophie shuddered under his gaze.

“Do it again.”

With more confidence, she reached out and wrapped the whole of her hand around him, amazed at how soft the skin was despite the stiffness of the muscles beneath. 

“Show me.” Her voice was assertive as she looked to him for guidance.

Benedict bit his bottom lip and placed his hand over hers. He tightened her grip, suppressing a groan as he guided her in stroking him up and down slowly.

Sophie was captivated, feeling the ripple of his surging veins under her fingers, seeing the way his hips began to thrust lightly with the movement of their hands, and watching the agonizing pleasure that played across his face. A confidence began to grow within her. She was starting to understand how enjoyable it was to bring someone else pleasure. After a few strokes his hand moved hers to a faster speed, over and over again, tugging up and down smoothly.

“Just like that,” he gasped, then released her hand and brought his to rest on her shoulders. He lost himself to her touch. His mind could hardly process what was happening. That she was here, naked in his bed, touching him, stroking him, her eyes trailing across his body, her face a mixture of concentration and, he thought, a hint of pride at what she was doing to him. Any clumsiness in her movements was quickly overcome with a tight, steady cadence that made his head spin. She was a fast learner and it had been so long since he had been touched by someone else. 

Since the masquerade he hadn’t frequented any brothels or engaged in any indiscreet acts at parties. He had gone entire years without the company of women, having only his hand for relief. It was unlike him, but he felt that he would be betraying his lady in silver if he sought pleasure with anyone else. Until Sophie. For whatever reason, she was worth breaking his abstinence. He’d thought he’d wanted a woman before. He’d thought he’d needed one. But this - this went beyond both. This was spiritual. This was in his soul.

He groaned and a bead of moisture leaked from his aching cock. Seeing it, Sophie stopped her movements and looked up at him trepidatiously. Before he could say anything, she leaned forward, extended her sweet tongue and swiped it off of him with a lick.

“Jesus, Sophie!” he practically roared, his hips stuttering to keep him upright. But unlike the first time, she didn’t shrink away. No, a fiendish little light flashed in her eyes and she advanced again, running her tongue down the length of him, tracing the largest of his veins. He shuddered, throwing his head back and gripping viciously into her shoulders. It spurred her on because then her warm lips wrapped around his head and she pushed forward, letting him slide into her hot, wet mouth.

He couldn’t stand it. With an agonized cry he pulled back, slipping from her lips. Now she looked up at him with concern, wiping her mouth.

“Benedict? I’m sorry…”

“No,” he panted, hanging his head. “No, that was…you’re just…” He could hardly believe what he saw before him, a bewitching mixture of innocence and temptation. “It’s almost too pleasurable.”

She grinned.

“Too much too soon.” He sighed with a smile. “Let’s go slowly.”

She nodded and squeezed his forearms reassuringly, surprised but grateful that he wanted to set such a gentle pace. She had been so enraptured by his attentions in the orangery, she simply wanted to please him with her mouth in return. She wanted to know how he tasted. The thought of future lessons made her stomach tighten with that same coiled heat again. Surely she couldn’t be needing release again already? She looked to him, wordlessly asking how he wanted to proceed.

“Lie back on the bed,” he said gently. “Make yourself comfortable.”

She pulled away, shifting until she was lying against the pillows. Benedict kicked his trousers from his ankles and climbed over to her. Watching him, Sophie’s stomach tightened further. Lithe and erect, moving toward her like a feral animal, his arms settling to frame her in the soft bed. It was all becoming clear now, the intense joy of carnal pleasures; why men were always in search of them and why women let themselves be ruined for them. She had never experienced such breathless anticipation. Such a longing to engage in sin and never stop.

Benedict loomed over her on all fours, eyes burning into hers as he took himself in hand and began stroking again, tight and slow.

“Is this the first cock you’ve seen?” His voice was dark velvet, hitting straight through to her spine. 

Unable to look away, she traced her hands up to his shoulders, feeling his muscles flex as he touched himself. “Yes.”

“So this will be the first time you’ve seen a man come?” The growl of his tone made her toes curl. She could feel new dampness at the apex of her thighs.

“Yes.” It was barely above a whisper.

Benedict bent and kissed her neck deeply, then licked the soft skin behind her ear before rasping into it. “Can I come on you? I want to cover you with my seed.”

She couldn’t control the sound at the back of her throat as his plea went down through her body, making her channel clench around nothing. The air was too hot to breathe and unbidden, she found her hands falling to grip her breasts.

“Sophie,” a devilish whisper in her ear. “Are you aroused again? Do you want to come with me?”

She whimpered, nodding. “But I don’t…can I do that? So soon?”

A small chuckle. “Of course you can. Here, open your legs.”

She spread her legs and he shifted one of his own to settle against her, pressing into her slick womanhood with his thigh. 

“Push against me,” he tutored. “Do whatever you want.”

Somewhat embarrassed but with too much burning need to care, Sophie shifted and ground herself down against his leg. She was drenched, smearing her wetness all over him, but it helped her to glide ever so slightly up and down. When she did, it snagged her bud and she moaned, pressing with all of her weight. She could feel him flex his leg and push back against her too, urging her on. It was like riding a horse astride in the filthiest, most pleasurable way.

“Does that feel good?” Benedict’s voice was tight. She nodded needily. “Keep doing that and come with me.”

He was still stroking himself, his pace growing faster as his breath started to run ragged. They locked into each other’s eyes, entranced as his arm pumped and Sophie shifted, rocking up and down against him. Their mouths hung open against each other, breaths noisy as they chased their pleasure and challenged the other to reach theirs. 

Benedict’s brow knitted with emotions she had never seen and Sophie wanted to be the one to conduct them. 

“Ben…” she gasped desperately, then corrected herself. “Benedict, please let me finish you.”

He stuttered and dropped his hand so that both arms framed her face, eyes searing through her. “Always call me that. Always call me Ben when we’re alone together.”

Sophie’s heart leapt, then he devoured her in a kiss, tongue probing to the back of her throat. She felt him pull her hand back to wrap around his cock. She tugged tight and quick as he had shown her. He moaned into her mouth and she allowed herself a proud grin. She bounced herself faster against his thigh, feeling the knot in her stomach grow more taught and the wave begin to build under her skin.

Their kisses grew sloppy, lips smearing across each other’s faces while they emitted a whole array of sinful noises. Benedict’s fingers found their way between Sophie’s legs and circled rapidly, taking her that much closer to the edge as she continued to grind against his muscle. They each had the other in hand, taking each other higher and higher, their breaths growing shallow, their movements falling out of rhythm as they increased in speed.

Benedict broke their kiss to whisper against her lips. “You never answered my question. Can I come on you? I’m close Sophie, so close.”

“Yes,” she mewled, completely lost to a world of sensation. Everything was the heat of him, the length of him, the pressure of him. The dance of his fingers, the press of his lips, the sound of his breath, the scent of his skin. “Please Ben, please come on me. I’ll come too. Ben, please.”

In only a moment he erupted with a cry, tearing his hand away to steady himself as he pulsed in her grasp, hot ropes of his seed shooting across her torso. Sophie stopped stroking but held him tightly as he came, fascinated at the feeling of his strong throbs within her fingers. She watched him above her, thrilled to see the contortions of desperate pleasure play across his face. In this moment, he was both dominating her and at her mercy simultaneously. She wanted to do this to him, to see him like this again. Frequently.

As he moaned and fought for breath, she continued pushing herself against his thigh. The strangely delightful possessiveness of his release splattering across her chest drove her to absolute madness and she broke, throbbing tight against him. This pinnacle was gentler but deeper somehow, reverberating through her bones as every muscle shivered and relaxed, washing her with calm but not stealing her mind away entirely.

They trembled in place together, the room filled only with the sounds of their gasps. Benedict was nearly in pain at the intensity of his climax and he found himself shaking as he fell to lie next to Sophie.

She lay in a daze, unable to lift her head from the pillows and only half-aware of her surroundings. Benedict pulled a cloth from somewhere and cleaned her, gently wiping away his mess and leaving kisses on her breasts. Then he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close to his side.

“Please don’t leave, Sophie,” he mumbled into her hair, drinking in her scent as he felt sleep start to overtake him. “Please stay with me.”

She laid in his arms, overwhelmed. He wasn’t asking her to be his mistress, not really. He was asking her simply to stay. To stay at Aubrey Hall and be with him. Be with him in whatever fashion this was. And whatever this was, was more pleasure and fulfillment than she had experienced in the whole of her wretched life. The last thing she wanted to do was walk away. Even if she couldn’t have him for a lifetime, she could have him now. She hoped the acceptance letter from the Stirling household would never come, and if it did, she would respond and decline. 

Benedict’s large hands upon her, the whole of his naked body pressed against hers, the gentle thrum of his heart against her back, all of it made her choice very clear. She would stay at Aubrey Hall and worry about her future and inevitable broken heart later. 

“I will.”

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Albedo:.............

Jaune with Juniper on his right shoulder standing watching the young woman.

Jaune: Hm....

Albedo too nervous and was shaking.

Jaune: Hm...

Albedo: STOP LOOKING AT ME! I didn't want it to be like this, it's all Azmuth's fault!

Jaune: You remind me of someone

Albedo: Hm!?

Jaune pointed at a guy who was being followed.

EMIYA: Already said no

Jalter: PLEASE ARCHER THERE ARE 50 BURGERS WITH UNIQUE FLAVORS I NEED THIS

EMIYA: You will gain weight if you keep eating greasy food

Jalter: YOU CALLED ME FAT!

EMIYA: Yeah

Albedo looked back at Jaune.

Jaune: Well * fake cough * We just met, so let's go out and get to know each other better

The pupil of the great thinker who had his DNA changed because of the damned Chaquetrix. She improved Azmuth's masterpiece, not only that but she transformed into other races instead of summoning other races.

But because of that damn Ben Tennyson, Albedo had turned into a female version of him.

But now—

Albedo: I will love!

Wait a minute, WHAT!

Jaune: ok

Juniper approved.

Albedo opened a huge smile.

Weiss and Ruby: Bitch

[howlingday]

In regards to this post.

Studio C also made a volleyball sequel to their Scott Sterling video; link

You know what you must do Howling….

Oobleck: Welcome back to our coverage of another game between Teams RWBY and JNPR.

Port: If you're just joining us, it's been a roller coaster of emotions with both teams tied at two sets a piece, and the victor will be the Champions of Beacon Academy.

Oobleck: JNPR only needing to get the edge by two points with their team captain, Jaune Arc-

Port: Love that man!

Oobleck: Don't we all? -trying desperately to hold their position at the top, otherwise it's all over. Pyrrha Nikos ready to serve what may be the last game of her professional career.

Port: And here! We! Go!

Oobleck: Excellent serve!

Port: RWBY setting up the spike and-

Jaune: (Pounded in the forehead)

Oobleck/Port: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Port: Deflected!

Oobleck: Right into Jaune Arc's face!

Port: And JNPR ties it with Team RWBY! Unbelievable!

Oobleck: Fasten your seatbelts, ladies and gentlemen; Jaune Arc's face has entered the game!

Port: Just look at this instant replay! The angle at which Arc deflects the ball is nothing short of perfection!

Oobleck: Like watching a master painter masterfully painting his masterpiece... with his face!

Port: JNPR now on the prowl to take the lead with Nikos serving again! Team RWBY setting up a devastating return to the lead, and here it comes-

Jaune: (Nostrils pounded in, Slumps)

Oobleck/Port: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Port: Arc makes a tremendous save!

Oobleck: But it's not over yet as Team RWBY set up again for another spike, not wasting any opportunity to-

Jaune: (On his knees, Face pounded)

Oobleck: MOTHER OF PEARL!

Port: ARC SCORES!

Oobleck: Welcome to the heavyweight bout between Arc's face versus everything else!

Port: He looks like he could be pray on his knees!

Oobleck: The peaceful visage of TBI!

Port: We are ALL witnesses!

Oobleck: TESTIFY~!

Port: LET US ALL FEAST ON THE SWEET NECTAR! Of instant replay!

Oobleck: Just a perfect defense; the pinnacle of the word sacrifice.

Port: The ball flies right past the blocker, into Arc's awaiting face, back over the net, and then back into Arc's face like an obese homing Nevermore!

Jaune: (Stumbling about, Blind)

Nora: (Turns him to the net)

Oobleck: That man will leave here today, knowing he gave up everything he could! ...if he leaves at all .The crowd is on their feet, cheering for their hero, Jaune Arc!

Port: Much like the days of my youth when I held the entire Kingdom of Atlas on my back, so too does Jaune Arc carry the weight of his opponents upon his face!

Oobleck: JNPR has come back from the brink to put this one into the history books!

Port: It's one point for JNPR, can RWBY push past the Arc's defense to-

Jaune: (Knocked prone by Yang)

Port: Arc blocks it!

Oobleck: DID YOU SEE THAT?!

Port: Team RWBY deliver another spike to The Man!

Jaune: (Hit again by Blake)

Oobleck: The myth!

Jaune: (And again by Weiss)

Oobleck/Port: THE LEGEND!

Jaune: (...)

Nora: (Grabs Jaune's legs)

Pyrrha: (Grabs Jaune's arm)

Ren: (Grabs Jaune's other arm)

Port: His teammates haul him to his feet!

Oobleck/Port: NO!

Port: They raise him to his everywhere!

Jaune: (Jaune, I know that you're still... recovering, but please. The team needs you. I need you. So please, just this once... Just one more time, the world needs Jaune Arc on the court. Besides, this is a totally different game than what we were playing before. I doubt you'll have to worry about being hit in the face, especially since you've got a whole team around you to provide backup. Now come on, there world's waiting for you...)

Oobleck: HE'SDONEIT! ICAN'TBELIEVEIT! JAUNEARC! He's been taken through the air like a defensive angel!

Ozpin: (Fuming, Tosses over chair)

Port: An angel with the face of a devil!

Oobleck: Let's get an instant replay!

Oobleck: One is the loneliest number!

Port: Two tickets to paradise!

Oobleck: Three times a lady!

Oobleck/Port: FOOOOOOOOOR-

Ruby: (Slow-mo punching the ball into Jaune's face)

Oobleck/Port: -EEEEEVEEEEEEEER YOOOOOOOOOOOOOUNG!

Port: The crowd charges the court, and the people are weeping!

Oobleck: The tears of joy~!

Port: The Schnees are Schneeting!

Oobleck: Pound sign Jaune Arc~!

Port: The hospitals are preparing to receive the man himself!

Oobleck: The fifth relic himself!

Port: The great! Wall! of Jaune Arc!

Oobleck: I tell you, when the Brothers comes back, I want to be in a bunker made of Jaune Arc's face!

Port: Until next time...

Oobleck/Port: GOOD NIGHT, EVERYONE!

[bunny-rambles]

‘I’ve been waiting for you’

characters; Kaedehara Kazuha, gn reader

cw/tw; none, just pure meet-cute fluff

word count; 900

notes; hi, been a while !! uh, I decided to go with a new layout, please let me know what you think, should I keep it or keep something similar, or go back to the old one?? Anyway, this is just a very sweet modern au one shot I did for my dearest friend @kaedezuki. Also it’s been a while so I’m sorry if it’s not my best work;;; please enjoy !!

Please reblog if you like this!!

He’s here again.

Soft, silvery locks tied up in a loose ponytail. Gentle rubies that sparkled when the natural light of the sun hit them in the golden hour. Baby pink lips that curled upwards whenever he spoke.

And that voice.

Seldom did you hear it, as the two of you have never actually spoken to one another, but when you did, you swore - even angels were jealous of the heavenly sound that emanated from this man.

You knew him as ‘K’. At least, that’s the name he went by in the local café. He would order the same drink, sit in the same spot and write quietly in his notebook at the same time twice a week. Sometimes, if you were lucky enough to listen in, he’d order a snack or two and stay a few hours longer. He kept to himself, very rarely looking up when he picked up his pen to get to work on whatever he was scribbling away at in that book of his. You were incredibly thankful for that. You’d be mortified if he ever caught you staring the way you did. But who could blame you, when a masterpiece come to life was just sitting there, in this humble little tea shop? You could barely pry your eyes away from such a sight.

“What will it be today?” The cashier pulled you out of your daydreams, shattering whatever hope you had of finally starting a conversation with the pretty stranger in the far corner of this small world. “Your usual, yes?” They prompted further, only for you to nod your head dumbly. You frequented here often, perhaps a little too often after the discovery of K, so you were a regular of sorts. It wasn’t a complicated order either, so most of the staff already knew it by heart at this point.

As you reach into your pocket to pay the expected amount, your heart drops to your stomach.

Oh no.

No, no no. This can’t be happening. You were sure you grabbed some cash this morning, or at least your phone but no, nothing was there. Just empty space and dust bunnies. You let out a heavy sigh of defeat, head hanging in shame. Great. Now you had to embarrass yourself and leave empty handed. As if this day couldn’t get any worse, K was now right behind you, empty cup in hand.

This is just perfect, why now of all times-

“I’ll pay.” That sweet, melodic voice spoke from behind you, arm already outstretched to hand the cashier the exact amount for your order.

“Huh?”

The stranger chuckled quietly at your stupefied expression, glancing over his shoulder from where he had stepped in front of you.

“Here.” A gentle hand guided the warm drink into your own, the other cradling it so you wouldn’t drop it. Were you daydreaming? Was this actually happening?

K laughed once more, “Indeed, this is real, my friend.”

Shit, did you say that out loud? Did you also say that out loud? ‘Say something, idiot!’ You scold yourself, your skin growing as hot as the burning liquid in your cup.

“Thank-“ Your breath caught in your throat, forcing you to clear it awkwardly so you could actually speak to him. “Thank you. I’m not sure how to pay you back.”

Once again, another small chuckle. Did he realise how cute he was when he did that? Your weak heart barely stood a chance when he flashed that charming smile of his.

“There’s no need, I’m happy to help my secret admirer.” Oh. Oh.

So he had noticed your staring. Face burning, you tore your gaze away to lock onto the floor. Hopefully the ground would swallow you whole if you stared at it hard enough.

A hand rested softly under your chin, urging your face up towards his once again. When did he get so close…

“May I know their name?”

And so you told him. He repeats it, once to be sure, twice because he liked the way it rolled off his tongue (and you did, too.)

“What a lovely name.”

“And you?” Curiosity was eating you alive, you had to know his name, his real name. This was the only time you two had ever exchanged words, no way were you going to waste an opportunity like this.

“Oh? You didn’t know already?” There’s a teasing lilt to his voice, one of the sides of his mouth curling into a smirk to match. He laughs once more.

“Kazuha. My name is Kazuha.” Roses bloomed in your chest, fire rising to your cheeks. Kazuha.

“What a lovely name.” You repeated.

You weren’t sure how that night ended, or how it progressed to longing stares from across the room, sugary sweet smiles and tender touches. Or how you managed to end up in the poet's arms one night, alluring phrases being uttered in your ear under the glistening stars and luminous moon.

Beautiful, each of you think.

The night sky and the moonlit meadow was a sight to behold, surely, but neither of you thought this about the scenery that surrounded you.

No, instead, it was about one another. Intertwined fingers tighten around each other, foreheads gently bumping together as two star crossed lovers observe galaxies in one another’s eyes.

A new constellation is born, as two souls merge into one.

[frost-queen]

Black rose in a sea of red (Reader x Jerry Baynard)

Requested by: @alicethewriterandfangirl , Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury,  @imagines-by-her,  @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn

Summary: TW! Selfharm! You are upset of how your friends have such amazing lives while yours is terrible. Coming from a bad home, your coping behavior is self harm. Struggling with the idea of wanting to end it all, is Jerry there to save you from doing so.

The chattering died away when Miss Stacy settled everyone down. Specifically Anne who was proclaiming her opinion as loud as she could. Almost standing on the table to declare her words. Diana was tugging at her dress to pull her to sit. – “Miss Cuthbert if you please.” – Miss Stacy said giving her a stern glare. Anne chuckled settling down. Ruby was still whispering to Tillie. With one look of Miss Stacy pressed Ruby her lips together with force. Billy snorting across the classroom at how silly she looked.

Miss Stacy cleared her throat letting his chuckle die. When finally the peace had settled clasped Miss Stacy her hands together. – “I hope you all brought your assignments that I handed out last week.” – she started. Anne who was always eager already set her basket on the table, ready to show it to Miss Stacy. Miss Stacy smiled politely ushering her to wait. – “You may all set it on the table if you please.” – she continued giving the signal.

Everyone ducked down to reach in their baskets to set their work of art on the table. You felt uneasy taking out your artwork. Glancing to the side you saw Charlie’s piece of art. Billy and Paul laughing loud. – “Is that an aardvark?” – Billy joked laughing his ass off. Charlie groaned. – “No! It’s a dog.” – he mumbled setting his hand under his chin, pushing his artwork closer to his chest. Gilbert turned around in his seat looking at Billy’s work.

“Is that a self-portrait?” – he said snarky. Billy mimicked a childish laugh, annoyed by his words. – “Well yeah yours…” – Billy got a bit up to look at Gilbert’s work. Gilbert moved aside on purpose for him to see. – “Well yours… yours…” – Billy said trying to find an insult. Gilbert was smiling beyond himself when Billy couldn’t find something bad to say about it. – “I thought so.” – he said turning back around silencing Billy.

Paul laughed loud at how Gilbert had left Billy speechless. Across back by the girls was Anne proudly showing her masterpiece to everyone. – “Did you do this stitching?” – Diana asked pointing at it. Anne shook her head. – “No, Marilla helped me.” – she then pointed at some paint work. – “This is Matthew’s work, and this weird thing was added by Jerry.” – she finished pointing at a wobbly thing at the top. Diana held her art up. – “My mother helped as well. She painted the flowers.” – she commented.

Ruby got up waving her hand in between them for attention. – “My mother helped too! She did this, this, and this.” – she said pointing at several things in different angles. – “What did you do?” – Tillie replied as it appeared Ruby’s mother did everything herself. – “I did this.” – Ruby answered annoyed pointing at her name written in the corner. Diana rolled her eyes at how silly she was.

Seeing their work you rather wanted to crush it or throw it out of the window. Compared to their, yours seemed like it was made by a child. Also hearing them speak so lovingly about how their parents helped out felt like a punch in your gut. It was something you could only dream off, having a loving mother. Your mother didn’t help in your project. You dared ask her one time. That didn’t end well.

You got yelled at for ruining her moment and annoying her with silliness. Looking at your art again of paper mâché you noticed the dent of where your father had stepped on it. On purpose or accident. It didn’t really much as it had ruined it much. Seeing your friends talk so godly about their parents made you want to cry, pull your hair out and scream your lungs out. Ruby and Tillie turned around to you.

“Let me see yours Y/n.” – Ruby spoke as Diana and Anne looked over them. You pulled it closer to your chest, shaking your head. – “It’s…it’s terrible.” – insisting on it. – “Come show us Y/n.” – Tillie said pulling at your hand. You really didn’t want to show her, finding it unworthy. Ruby helped her to pull your hand away. Tillie then snatched it from you. – “Hey!” – you called out catching the attention of some boys across and Miss Stacy who waited to see where this was going.

Tillie held it up before her looking at it with a questioning brow. – “Did your mother help out?” – Ruby asked probably not meaning anything with it. She was always this innocent and naïve, yet it struck a nerve with you. – “No!” – you called out snatching the art from Tillie back. You then it on the ground setting your foot hard on it. Everyone gasped loud at your little act. – “Y/n!” – Miss Stacy called out concerned. You let your fingers brush automatically over your inner arm, knowing of the scars lingering there.

“Brute.” – one of Billy’s friends called out. Miss Stacy shushing him immediately. Miss Stacy approached you, kneeling gently down to pick up your crushed work of art. – “We can still mend this.” – she said with a warm smile. You shook your head. – “It is broken!” – you answered. Just like yourself. Turning your face away from her, you felt ashamed.

Ashamed and unworthy. Truly wondering what the exact point of you was. Not one of them here knowing a darn thing about your family. They had no idea with their wonderous lives, living like princesses. While you crawled through the gutter with no way out. Consistently surrounded by darkness. The only way out of the sinking was the carving. The marks on your inner arms that helped you coped with it.

Miss Stacy reached up to take your hand. The second she had your hand, you pulled it away. Needing to escape you took a run for it. – “Y/n.” – Miss Stacy called out as some jumped up. Gilbert being one of them. He wanted to run after you as Miss Stacy held him back by his shoulder. – “Let us give her a moment in solitude.” – Miss Stacy said sensing you didn’t want any company at this moment. – “But…” – Gilbert started seeing Miss Stacy shake her head.

He sighed deep, slouching his shoulders. He returned to his seat. Miss Stacy set your artwork on her desk, seeing how sloppy it was once your foot had tackled it. You ran frantically into the woods away from the school. Unable to cope with it. The sugary of your friends biting like sour in your flesh. Their life was something you could never achieve. Not with the home situation you have now.

A mother and father who barely looked at you. A brother who tackled you whenever he pleased. All the workload put on you. Treated like dirt by your own family. Never once said an ‘I love you’ or ‘thank you.’ Maybe this was just how things were meant to be. Unloved. Panting loud you kept running coming into different parts of the woods.

Jerry was whistling loud, carrying a sack over his shoulder. He had come back from the market, making his way back to Green Gables. Something caught his sudden attention as he noticed it was you. – “Y/n!” – Jerry shouted happily waving your way. He frowned when you didn’t seem to see him. Simply running past. Jerry lowered his sack questionable. Why weren’t you at school? Why were you running away? Was everything alright?

Feeling a bit worried he picked up his sack again, going after you. Near a shack crashed you down; out of breath. Leaning against the wood you let your head fall back. Still panting till your breathing steadied. Then the thoughts came. Those dark thoughts that always pushed you to the edge. You already know what to do. Reaching in your pocket, you pulled out a sharp object. Then slowly pulling your sleeves up. Scars of old on your flesh.

Those dark thoughts became louder as it made you bring the tip of the sharpness to your wrist. Tears rolled down your cheek as your hand trembled. It would take one impulsive thought for you to bleed. Bleed till your life would slip away. Why shouldn’t you do it? What good was there in this life? There was no one to pull you out so it was easier to just accept it and be rid of this hell.

Gently setting the tip deeper onto your skin, your sight got blurrier from your tears. – “No!” – you suddenly heard startling you so hard, the tip had pressed deeper into your skin. A single drop of blood forming. Jerry rushed over to you, grabbing the sharp thing from your grip, and throwing it as far away from him. – “Don’t you dare!” – he breathed out.

“Don’t you even think about it!” – he said a bit firmer kneeling down in front of you. Grabbing your shoulders, he pulled you close to his chest for a hug. – “Find hope in the hopeless.” – he told you. – “I don’t know what made you do it, but please don’t. I don’t want to lose you… I don’t.” – he embraced you tighter fighting the urge to cry himself. – “Please Y/n…” – he whispered out as you started crying louder.

In the brink of almost doing it was Jerry there to pull you out. – “We’ll figure it out together. I am fighting for you, and I don’t want you to give up.” – wrapping your arms around him, you hugged back. – “Jerry…” – you cried out. Jerry simply held you, no needing an explanation. Just holding you. In that moment where he knew you needed to be seen, heard and loved.

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[newvillainontheblock]

intro POST!

hey hey HEY!

y'all can call me the swift scoundrel, or scoundrel for short >:) (or z if we're close)

pronouns are SHE/THEY/IT, and i'm 19 years old

not getting my real name WEIRDOS

ANYWAYYYSSSS

FUCK the government and its SHIT rules

we're here to have fun and chaos in our lives so that's what i'm gonna do :D

especially by breaking every single one of their "laws" :>

my partners in crime areeeee

dovely the pidove! she proudly poops on people when she can

pandora the panpour! she will rain on your parade! literally!

squid the grafaiai! a little masterpiece painter i love him

zoomie the pawmi! the most rambunctious little girl i've seen!

vile the iron virus (paradox porygon-z)! A LITTLE MOTHERFUCKER I HAD TO FIGHT AND NOW I OWN

ruby the hybrid chikorita/druddigon! a living vibe check that will bite assholes don't cross her!

on here i'm trying to get more people to embrace the "villain" life yknow???

be free and FUCK the police

9/16 update

Now featuring Dr. Radia Lovelace~

Any pronouns! I have no desire to make myself an account on here, so I will use Scoundrel's if requested. I was in an *unfortunate* accident at Silph Co, and ended up with powers similar to a Porygon. A very interesting experience indeed!

UPDATE: emoji signoffs for all of us >:)

ooc below

I HAVE WAY TOO MANY IDEAS FOR BLOGS HI THIS IS THE MOD FROM @roguerunawaytrainer @team-crown @the-beastly-bungalow (got to come back to that one) and @pokemonch (my original baby)

mod is 18 and no NSFW allowed

9/16 update: Radia is another one of my characters but i dont want to make her a seperate blog so she takes over Scoundrel's, for the funsies

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Meteor Shower (Part 4)

Hearing their new song is worse the second time around. Hidden under so many layers of distortion and slowed considerably, Icy finds that she doesn’t like the sound of her own voice. Perhaps because she can barely recognize it. “I don’t like it.” She folds her arms across her chest as she vocalizes her distaste. 

“Don’t like what?” Stormy asks. “Which part?”

“The whole thing. First of all, I don’t like how my voice sounds…”

“Well that’s a relief.” Darcy chuckles. “I was wondering if you’d ever get tired of hearing yourself talk.”

“A am so not in the mood for this.” Icy hisses, a scowl creeping its way onto her face. 

Darcy lifts her hands, “sooor-ry!” She draws her sarcastic apology out for an added touch of annoyance. “I could have sworn that we were the type of friends who could take jokes.”

“I could have sworn that you used to know how to read a damn room!” She leans back in her chair and crosses one leg over the other. “I also could have sworn that we used to know how to make a good song. I mean what is this shit!?” It’s so repetitive. A lazy loop of over-synthesized sounds. They’ve definitely achieved the generic sound of a radio hit. 

“This is our first attempt at witch house music, it’s not going to be a masterpiece right away.” Stormy points out. 

“See that’s the thing, Stormy. We shouldn’t have attempted it at all.” She rubs her hands over her face. “We were fine as a deathrock band.”

“The numbers say otherwise.” Darcy points out. 

“Right. The numbers…” At this point she would rather lose each and every view that they have. What’s the point in beating the faeries if they are just going to end up sounding just like them by the end of it all? She shakes her head. “This is ridiculous.” She gets to her feet. 

“You are being ridiculous!” Stormy exclaims. 

“I’m going out.”

“Where are you going, Icy?” Darcy groans.

“Since making new music seems to be a waste of time, I’m going to find us a fucking opening band!” 

Really she just needs some air and some space. That room was beginning to feel terribly small. If, along the way, she happens upon some sorry garage band looking for a place to get a start then that’s lucky for all of them. But right now it doesn’t matter if she does. Right now she has the most horrible headache and a queasy feeling. 

She hasn’t felt this ashamed of a song since…

Well it has been years. Many liquor-laden years since she has felt embarrassed by a song.

Those feelings need to remain where she had put them; buried deep as bones in a casket.

.oOo.

Her outfit, her hair, her makeup. They looked so much better off screen. She looked better off screen. That is her curse, Kyanite thinks. She is not photogenic in the slightest, television and photoshoots never do her justice. Sometimes they outright do her a disservice. Diamond looks fantastic on magazine covers and in music videos. Nobody ever tells her that, “oh my gosh! You look so much better in person!” They mean it as a compliment but it makes Kyanite’s stomach queasy. 

“Oh my gosh!” Chalcedony squeals. “We look so super cute! Look at us!” 

Kyanite cringes, she would like to do anything but look at them. At herself, rather. She loves staring at Chalcedony, Goldstone, Ruby, Topaz, and Diamond. Mostly at Diamond. Sometimes she wishes that she could be Diamond. 

Diamond in her super short dress with the low cut neckline that she wears so well. When she slowly traces the outline of her body with her hands, the dress twinkles and glitters. And when she twirls into her walk and retreats away from the camera, the silvery chips and sequins on the dress seem to do the winking for her. 

And then Chalcedony and Ruby take their turn; they step forward with exaggerated steps and hip sways and then slide away from one another, ending their brief dance move by throwing their arms into the air, an exaggerated pop that transitions into a half turn. They to retreat from the camera. 

Topaz and Goldstone are next. The motion is the same aside from the duo sliding towards one another instead of away. 

Kyanite is up last with a poor imitation of Diamond’s moves. She finds herself squirming in her chair with a tickle in her throat and tummy and a burning sensation in her cheeks as her own face appears on the screen.

She doesn’t know why the studio had picked her to feel down the length of her curves, why they put her into that dress. The record label and their band manager had never asked her to do so before. So why now? 

Ruby is their lead dancer and yet they’ve sidelined her so that Kyanite could make a fool of herself pretending to be sexy in that ridiculously tight dress. 

It was Valtor’s influence, no doubt. He has been whispering things into the ears of the studio executives and MeTor’s management team. Perhaps slipping them cash, betting money on his rising star. 

If Ruby is resentful of having her talents sacrificed and gone to waste in this video, she has yet to mention it.

And maybe it is because she takes the lead again in the next scene when they are all dancing together. This time Kyanite dances to her left just a little behind her instead of the far back, nearly in the background of the shot. Diamond is to Ruby’s right with Topaz behind her. Chalcedony has a place behind Kyanite and Goldstone, known for being the group klutz, takes her place on a diamond tree trunk where she begins her vocal solo.

“Look at you go, Ruby!” Goldstone claps. 

Ruby stands up and gives a dramatic half-bow.

“We all look so amazing!” Topaz grins.

“Totally.” Diamond agrees. “Absolutely fantastic. I think that this is our best video so far!”

The focus falls back on Diamond when the second chorus begins, starting with a zoom on her eyes, in which a galaxy twinkles. And then the camera zooms out and she continues her dance under a steady fall of artificial snow. 

The same faux snow that clings to Kyanite’s lashes in her close up. It zooms out and Kyanite turns her attention to the background details; the crystal trees against a cosmic backdrop. Diamond branches with smokey quartz and sapphire leaves reach up to dip their fingers into a deep blue inkwell of stars. But that doesn’t keep her from catching glimpses of her dance. 

And then camera angles and zooms so that she takes up most of the screen and there is nothing else to focus on but herself. Nothing but the halo of light that they outline her figure with. And, goodness, she wishes that they wouldn’t. She looks so much bigger on the television screen, more so when there is backlighting to accent the width of her figure. 

She grits her teeth, her cheeks growing rosy. She is both glad and horrified that their eyes are glued to the tv screen. They don’t notice her flushed cheeks but they are watching that mess of a dance.

Finally the camera pulls back and the video transitions back into the wide shot where they all dance in unison, kicking up sparkling puffs of false snow and gemstones. By the end of shooting that scene, all of them had been covered head to toe in the stuff. Kyanite had been finding glitter in her hair and her bathwater for at least a week after. And Ruby still complains of having a glittery pillow.

Finally the video comes to a close with one last swirl of glitter that dashes across the screen like a shooting star and a twinkling sound effect. At the darkening of the screen the girls begin to cheer. Topaz leaps up from her chair with a hearty, “wooooo hoooooo!” 

Kyanite wishes that she could share their enthusiasm. 

But her mind wanders back to that dress.

Wishes that she could share their sense of pride. 

Her mind zooms in on that thin silver belt that they had fixed around her waist, how eye catching it was with its glints and flashes. How it didn’t look right squeezing her. 

“I didn’t realize that you were such a promising dancer.”

Kyanite shrugs. “I don’t know, Diamond. I think that Ruby would have been better suited for it. I already have my solo career, shouldn’t someone else…” She sighs. “I don’t want all of you to hate me for stealing the spotlight.” 

“Oh, Kya, we’re not angry with you.” Chalcedony promises. Sweet, kind Chalcedony. Kyanite supposes that she will have at least one friend left by the time Valtor is done with her. 

“Even so I just…I don’t know why they gave me such a prominent role in this video. I’ve always been a background dancer and that was just fine by me.”

Diamond rolls her eyes. “Oh, please, don’t be so coy. If you didn’t want the attention then you wouldn’t have gone solo.”

“Dia!” Topaz grimaces. 

“What?” Diamond shrugs. “I’m just getting tired of this shy innocent act. Chalcedony is supposed to be the innocent, sweetheart of the band.”

“You guys are angry!” Kyanite accuses. 

“We are not.” Chalcedony insists at the same time as Goldstone says, “maybe Diamond is.”

“You guys are angry and jealous.”

“Oh. Puh-lease.” Diamond offers her a second eye roll. “There’s nothing to be jealous of; you only got that part because Nebula is proud of you for finally losing weight. It’s like a reward for achieving something that the rest of us already have!”

The whole apartment goes silent enough for them to hear her swallow. Reflexively Kyanite wraps her arms around her middle. She and Diamond had always shared at least a little tension but she has never taken a jab like this. And maybe she knows it. Her expression changes as quickly as Kyanite springs to her feet. It is a cringe and a flash of regret in her eyes that comes with knowing that she has crossed some type of line, touched a particularly sensitive subject.

She opens her mouth but Kyanite is already more than halfway through the door. And by the time she manages an, ‘I didn’t mean…’ the door is already open.

“Kyanite, wait!” She hears Ruby call as the door settles back into its frame. 

She doesn’t know where she is going she just knows that she has to get herself together and get back here by three-o-clock when their premiere party starts.

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

Ruby red leaked from the incision, shining in the light. Flowing like a liquid of crushed gems, the brilliant colour made its way down a backdrop of porcelain, decorated with blooming green-blue-purple.

Masterpiece. That’s what this was- his masterpiece.

Tommy whimpered, unable to struggle with the weakness potion in his system. Dream had made sure to numb the pain as much as possible- this was a gift, not a punishment- but there still must be the lingering sting as he wrote the god-script in carvings.

“Shh, shh,” Dream cooed, raising a free hand to ruffle his hair reassuringly. Tommy had always calmed after Wilbur had done that back in L'Manberg, after all. “I know it hurts, but you'll thank me later.”

“I don’t- what are you even fuckin' doing to me?” Tommy's words were quiet, slurred as his mouth barely moved. “I- I- fuck…”

“It’s just some enchantments, remember?”

“I- I dunno, everything feels all like… like drowning, y’know? When you don’t know whether you’re swimmin' down or up.”

“It'll be fine. Just relax, 'kay? It won’t hurt once I’m finished, and then you’ll feel so much better.”

Tommy simply stared at Dream, burning rage obvious behind half-lidded eyes. Dream laughed.

As the day continued, Tommy remained stubbornly quiet, Dream remained focused, and the ruby-red of innocent blood stained the prison floor in its royal grace.

[toastywatchesstevenuniverse]

S1 E52

Jail Break

.

What.

The.

Fuck.

God dAMNIT REBECCA YOU CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS TO ME !!!!!!!!

REBECCAAAAAA-

I....

I have.....so very, very, very, very many questions rn.

1.

WHAT THE FUCK GARNET WAS A FUCKING FUSION THIS ENTIRE TIME-???!?!?!?@@?@?!?!?!?@*#[×*'OWAN

WHAT

HOW

WHAT THE FUCJ YOU CANT JUST DO THAT TO ME THAT WAS LIKE A FRYING PAN SLAMMING INTO MY NOSE

WHAT THE FUCK

.

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Okay brain being turned into goo aside: Ruby & Sapphire are fucking adorable. Their designs are adorable & they act adorable & then just-

They just let two gay characters be gay on screen & they didn't try to insist that they're "good friends" like

It's just gay shit

This was in 2013

Back in 2013 I was still in my denial phase. See when I was a kid, being gay was just an extremely common insult & any gay representing I saw in media was usually just "gay people are so fucking weird haha" & I was....

I was very insistent that I was straight. Like because I was conditioned to associate being gay as being a loser who gets bullied.

I wish I had watched this show back in the day.

I really did need a wake up call at that age.

But from what I see, this show clearly helped a lot of queer folk during a time where gay people weren't exactly being given the best treatment.

Not that we aren't targeted today but it was definitely way less common to see Lgbtq+ stuff in mainstream media. And I'm so glad that this show helped so many of you.

I think if I had watched this show back then, maybe 13 year old Daniel might have made better choices. But I'm glad I saw it now.

Okay let's just get it out of the way.

So uhm....J-Jasp....J-Ja....Jaaas- Y'know uh that uh....uh the uh...J-....J-Jasper. Uh............

Daniel stop immediatley falling in love with every buff woman they see challenge (Impossible I can't help it woman who are built like tanks make my nonbinary ass go brrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR)

Ok don't get my wrong Jaspers an asshole & I'm glad Garnet fucking kicked her shit in but like.....I mean I can't fix her but I still would.

Also THAT FUCKING SONG

Oh my God THAT SONG WAS SO GOOD THAT WAS A FUCKING MASTERCLASS MUSICAL PIECE

PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION

"YOU'RE JUST MAD CUZ YOU'RE SINGLE." YEAAAAHHH GET HER ASS GARNET YOU FUCKING GO QUEEN SLAAAAAAYYYYYYYY

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I am.....I am beyond floored. I am under the floor.

I cannot fucking fathom what insane shit lays ahead of me. But if THIS was only the first part.....oh God. What fucking insanity awaits me in the future. I am headed into a storm & I am not turning back. Together we shall face this storm & prepare ourselves for what we shall witness. Come my friends, let us set forthwith.

My brain is fucking goo & I cannot type coherently rn. Oh my God this was a fucking masterpiece. How is this only season 1? You're telling me it's gonna get MORE INSANE? I AM GOING TO BE LIQUID BY SEASON 4.

Also kinda fucked up that no one said anything about Peridot. Just kinda ignored the fact that she is possibly dead?

Like, is no one else concerned about this? Like, not one of you said anything? Like, you guys were with her you aren't even gonna say anything? Damn.

Fucking cold.

Anyways I'll be making some adjustments to the masterpost & once that refinement is done, I'll be starting season 2

Also from now on, every episode, I will do a drawing to add to the post. This will make posts slower but I think it'll be fun. And it'll help me with my art block struggles

Also it's an excuse to draw Pearl. ♡

See you guys in Season 2!!

- Sincerely, your moderator

Daniel (a.k.a. Toasty)

[lovehateotp]

So I've been going back and listening to some of the more recent RWBY songs now that it's RWBY season again. And I couldn't help but notice a lot of the lyrics from 'Trust love' seem to be quite relevant to Volume 9. I remember watching Volume 7 and thinking the opening didn't really vibe with the tone of the Volume. I think it is really much more relevant to Volume 9. I'll get into some examples below.

You're holding out for some romantic life

Maybe you’ll wake up in a world of charm

Oh, but what's here can set you free

(I think this is referring to them waking up in the Ever After. The second line may also be eluding to Ruby's identity this volume. We've seen Ruby already giving away her family insignia, and evaluating who she really is.)

You don’t have to dream

Your life’s a masterpiece

If you just believe

Then all you see is all you need

(I think this could be referring to WBY being confident in claiming their identities as huntresses. As well, I think it could also be referring to Ruby's development, in terms of her having this idealised "dream" of what being a huntress would be. I think Ruby will have some realizations this Volume for sure.)

Right now your hopes are shattered

Just pointless ever after

But in time you’ll find through love

Your power just shines

( I feel like this is a reference to how Ruby is feeling this Volume, especially when the with RWBY's interactions with the Jinxy Peddler. I think as well, Ruby will realise that she needs to lean on her teammates for support just as much as they need her. Ngl I think Ruby's mental breakdown is coming, and I hope WBY just scoop her up and let her cry out all her repressed emotions.)

When you don’t know where to turn to

And you’re sure all hope is gone

(Again, there are so many references to Ruby being lost and not having any hope left. Hope was Ruby's defining trait after all for so long. I think this also is a reference to the lyrics from Inside where someone says "I'm not lost".)

When the day you waited for won’t come

And dark won’t yield to dawn

Trust love

And open up your eyes

Trust love

The truth is there but sometimes in disguise

(Probably reading too much into it, but I feel as though this could be eluding to all the people in the Ever After who have "ascended", particularly that blacksmith that Ruby saw.)

The way’s uncertain but we’re together

(I think as well, RWBY are kind of lost in the Ever After, but it's true they are together. )

Moving toward the light

When we trust in love

And open up our eyes

If you could only open up a door

Spread your wings and fly away from here

(I saw this in another post, but there have been many references to butterfly's and wings around in relation to Ruby. I feel as though as well, the wings and caccoon symbolise being reborn/ascending, I'm a little worried that Ruby will somehow ascend.)

Write yourself into a fairy tale

All your problems would just disappear

(Again, I read another post that mentioned Jaune the "Rusted knight" somehow knowing that RWBY would fall, and telling Alyix to write her journey as a fairytale. As we have seen, Jaune seems to have been down in the Ever After for a long time, so I believe this could be a possibility.)

And still you’re counting on a second sight

To somehow wrest you from the way of harm

When what you need to do is see

 (I'm probably reading too far into this, but second sight apparently means clairvoyance or precognition. I'm worried that RWBY may too heavily be relying on what they know about the Ever After from Alix. I'm wondering, something must have gone wrong, I am suspicious about the curious cat.)

All you have to be

Is here in reality

Leave your fantasy

You’ll find the key

To victory

(Again I think this is directed at Ruby. I think it's saying she didn't need to live up to her ideals and vision of being a huntress, in fact her idealistic nature is possibly what has been holding her back. I think it's suggesting that Ruby needs to accept the reality of the situation and not try to be more than she is capable of. She can only do her best, and as well she has such a high burden on herself to be the best leader and look out for everyone. We forget sometimes that this girl is 2 years younger than WBY.)

I know the dark’s returning

And the fires of hate are burning

But the lies can’t hide what’s true

When love’s alive

(Not me hoping that a good portion of the references to love in this song are in reference to the Bee's. Please give us the kiss @ CRWBY. It is long overdue 💛🖤)

There’s not a miracle

That’s gonna show you how

The secret to your life

Is here and now

Look inside

End your search and be alive

It’s time

To rise

To realize

To open up your eyes

(Again I'm hoping that this is referring to Ruby having her own "ascending" (without actually ascending please don't hurt my girl.)

Trust love

(I think the overwhelming message of this song rings true. Blake, Yang and Weiss have all had their time being supported by each other and Ruby, the three of them know they can lean on each other and need each other's support. Evidenced by the little snippet of Whiterose we got in Chapter 5, Ruby supporting Weiss even though she is a mess mentally at the moment. I think Ruby needs to allow her team members to love her and support her like she's done for them all this time. She needs to let down her walls and be vulnerable with them, and tell them she's not okay. As well, thinking back to Volume 6 and Ruby's training with her silver eyes. Her focusing in on the love and true bond she has with her team will hopefully give her what she needs, as well as before accepting her identity as no longer being based on her ideals and fairytales, but on reality, and that it's okay to struggle and be sad, because what's happened is awful, but she has her team to support her through it, and she will learn it's okay and good even to lean on others once in a while. Oh especially because she doesn't have Crescent Rose!!! It's almost forcing her to trust her team to keep her safe and win the battles while she is on the sidelines (like in the chess game and in Ep.5 with the Jabberwalker). Anyway, rant over, I'm just really excited thanks for listening :)

[ihavetoomanythoughts3]

Okay, since it has come to my attention that it has been 10 years of Lockwood and Co., (Thank you @wellgoslowly) I want to talk about the effect Lockwood & Co. has had on me.

I did not find Lockwood & Co. until a few months after the show’s release, but that did not stop me from quickly becoming obsessed with this world. Well. Obsessed conjures up a more negative image.

I fell in love with Lockwood & Co.

Very quickly, I found that 35 Portland Row would bring a sense of home that my house, no matter how full, could not generate. Every little detail was perfect, and I can not honestly tell you of a more homey house. I want to live, if not in the world of Lockwood & Co., then at least in their house. The little things in 35 Portland Row brought the house to life. The house itself had so much character, there was a feeling that it was not just lived in but lived in, you know? It felt like our characters weren’t just on a set, or in a museum, but a place where they could relax and just be kids in a world where that wasn’t allowed.

Now, the only thing better than living in a home like 35 Portland Row, in my opinion, would be to have people like our Iron Trio. Everything, and I mean everything, about Lockwood & Co. makes me feel a bigger sense of belonging, just being a reader, than I feel in my own life. But I’ll talk about that later. What I want to talk about now is Lockwood, Lucy, and George.

Each of them are perfect, beautifully flawed, and human. I work so hard at being a “perfect” person that seeing these people be flawed and broken, and be accepted, not despite of, but regardless? Seeing these teenagers mess up, ruin something (admittedly to a much larger scale than mine) but still have friends to turn to? It felt like a wake up call. A reminder that I don’t have to be some society-defined standard for what is “normal” or “perfect”. More than anything, the Iron Trio more or less looked me in the eye and told me that I can be myself, and my true friends, my true family, will accept me for me.

I see a bit of myself in each of the Iron Trio. I have Lucy’s insecurity, her anger. I have Lockwood’s need to win, because who will pick up the pieces for me if I fail? I have George’s social awkwardness, his tendency to prefer books over people. That might be why these characters are so beloved. Whether it be their strengths or their weaknesses, almost everyone can find something to relate to in them.

I think Netflix did an amazing job with the Lockwood & Co. adaptation. I am not saying that because I found the show first. I have read the books as well. The casting is top-tier, especially for our beloved Iron Trio. But it’s not just the actors I am praising here, although they deserve all the praise in the world and more. Everyone behind the scenes, from the big names in the intro to the assistant to the assistant of somebody, made this masterpiece of a book-to-screen adaptation possible. From the bottom of my heart, thank you to all involved in the slightest in the transition from beloved book to screen.

Back to what I was saying earlier, I genuinely feel like I belong more in Lockwood & Co. than in my own life. I’m not saying “I’m too good for this world” or “I hate my life” or anything like that. Maybe it’s not that I belong more in Lockwood & Co. but that I want to belong in something like Lockwood & Co. I want the found family. I want the people who care for me, not because they’re supposed to, but because they chose to. Reading from Lucy’s perspective, it is evident that Lucy feels as if she belongs, thus bringing the reader (at least in my case) along with her. Watching the show, I think Ruby, Cameron, and Ali did a phenomenal job of portraying this. This little family at 35 Portland Row will always be in my heart, getting me through even more than they already have.

To end this rant, I just want to say thank you. Thank you to Jonathan Stroud, for creating Lockwood & Co. and all that it has brought along with it. Thank you to Joe Cornish, for putting his all into the Lockwood & Co. tv show. Thank you to Ruby Stokes, Cameron Chapman, and Ali Hadji-Heshmati. All the actors were amazing, but these three truly brought the Iron Trio to life on screen in the best way possible. And thank you to everyone in between, who I didn’t name, but who were a part nonetheless in giving us this wonderful, wonderful world, Lockwood & Co. Thank you, thank you, thank you all for giving me, for giving us, a world to fall in love with. ❤️

[mikotyzini]

Hi, i have this urge rather often to write to you and read your replies! They make me so happy.

Anyways, first of all love everything you write. Accept my heartfelt appreciation of the written masterpieces.

Second of all, just reread the red carpet romance for the 7th time just for ruby and weiss, they are so adorable. I can't press enough. Thus, i was wondering if there's ever a chance of red carpet romance complete version or a white rose one?

Last but not least, have to mention my love for conflict of theory!

PS. Maybe one day i would be strong enough to read what defines us, seeing as i have already finished all your fics and many more! What defines us seem to remain an exception till now.

I like when people send messages for me to reply to! Thank you for your kind words. I need to get back to Red Carpet Romance...the White Rose side is such a slow burn (especially when chapters are few and far between!). I've considered writing Weiss and Ruby's story separately, but I'm not sure if I'll ever get around to it. I want to finish RCR eventually though! I'm just not sure at what point it should end...

I love Conflict of Interest too! Especially their smart, witty banter. And genius Ruby was a lot of fun.

What Defines Us is so long though...I haven't even read it since I posted it!