#very intruging

[betweenthetimeandsound]

A cocoon in the dark night, you listen to me. When I whisper,

you push me hard I'm blinded, but You wake me up from the snow where I was born

The whole world is mine I can feed you my love

You put a knife against my back And you dare me. You say, "For cowards, Feel the heat!"

My hand, Bring the fire! I don't care if it hurts. Future on my tongue, Give me a kiss!

I can see, touch and feel! My love...

Put a knife, And dare me-- I have the future on my tongue!

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at erasure poetry, inspired by the lyrics of Margaret Berger's "I Feed You My Love". The journey I've had with this song was quite intriguing, as I've grown to love this song after a while. And Margaret is back in MGP this year, with the song "Oblivion"!

[tomssexdoll]

heyy!!

can you please write smut where its the wedding night of tom and reader after they got married?? like she wears sexy lingerie and shit??

hii ofc!

Can't help falling in love with you

PAIRINGS: Tom 2014 x Female reader

CONTENT: FLUFF + SMUT

SYPNOSIS: It's Tom and Y/NS wedding, finally after 12 years of being together and 4 years of engagement they had the wedding, one that they both dreamed of for years, but when they get back home, Y/N wears something naughty, intruging Toms dirty mind..

A/N: hi pookies

WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, eating out, fingering, p in v (missionary), teasing, sucking d

Me and Tom have been together for 12 years, engaged for 4 and just recently wed. There's never been a day where I wasn't happy with Tom, we had our fights yes but he always made it up to me at the end of the day, never missing a chance to cuddle with me at night.

We met when we were 13, it was like love at first sight, the moment we layed eyes on each other I knew we had something special, a type of chemistry I've never expierienced before. He worked up to the courage to start talking to me, we had mutual friends and we started ditching classes to be with each other, go on cute "friend" dates and then eventually he asked me out.

I'll never forget that day, he made me go around the school and collect roses from 30 people, by the time I got to him he had a huge sign and a megaphone, making the most beautiful speech I think i've ever heard, everyone around me smiling like idiots.

We never stopped going on dates, even when he was touring with the band, he'd always bring me with him and show me off to their fans. He was the best boyfriend, getting me roses every week, kissing and hugging me in public, despite how embarrassing it was.

I never stopped loving him, not even for a second, he was the love of my life and I didn't want anyone else, I didn't want anyone but him, to hold and to cherish him forever, I always dreamt of our wedding and now it was finally happening.

I was in my dressing room, my heart pounding in my chest as the time went by, each minute agonizing. "I'm so nervous, what if he doesn't think I look beautiful?" I whined, turning to my maid of honor. She rolled her eyes, "for the last time y/n, he's loved you for 12 years he isn't going to look at you any different, now cmon."

I wore a beautiful ball gown looking dress, the bodice fit my torso perfectly, hugging my curves and making my tits look amazing. The doors opened to the church, everyone turning their heads to look at me, I slowly walked down the aisle, when I was in eyes view for Tom his jaw dropped.

I smiled brightly, holding the beautiful bouqet of pink flowers in my hand. He turned away briefly and wiped his tears, I could hear him trying to contain himself, Bill rubbing his back softly and reassuring him.

As I got to him, I looked into his eyes, our love for each other very obvious to the others. "Do you, Tom Kaulitz, take Y/N L/N to be your wife?" the priest said, "I do," he smiled.

"And, do you Y/N LN, take Tom Kaulitz to be your husband?" I nodded "I do.." I said, my voice a little shaky, all the emotions coming to me all at once. "You may now kiss the bride," as soon as the priest said those words Tom grabbed my face and smashed his lips into mine, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close.

I smirked against his lips, pulling back, the crowed stood up and cheered. As we left the church everyone threw rice at us, all saying how happy they were for us.

I threw the bouqet behind me and celebrated with everyone, singing and dancing, playing games and drinking A LOT. By the end of the night, everyone was wasted, either dragged out or asleep on the floor. We walked hand in hand to our limo, driving back home, desperate to get our hands on each other.

We stumbled into the house, giggling and walking into the bedroom, "stay here baby.." I smirked, walking into my walk in robe, picking the sexiest pair of lingiere I bought just for our wedding, it was a white, lacey bustier, paired with some thigh high socks. I slipped it on quickly before heading to the door.

"Close your eyes and don't open till i say Tom!" I called out, "okay honey!" he yelled back, when I stepped out his hands were over his eyes, I tapped his shoulder, "you can look now," as he uncovered his eyes they widened, staring at my tits.

"Holy fuck.." his breath hitched, reaching out and grabbing my breast softly, "you like what you see?" I grinned, caressing his cheek, "like? baby..i love it.." he grabbed me by my waist, carrying me to the bed and plopping me down, standing at the foot of the bed and going in between my legs.

"Such a beautiful girl...my beautiful wife.." he mumbled, leaning down and kissing my neck softly, trailing down to my chest and slowly unclipping the lingiere off, revealing my hard nipples.

"Fuck.." he groaned, latching onto one of my nipples and sucking softly, "tom.." I whimpered, running my hair gently through his hair, tugging at it when he grazed his teeth over my sensitive bud.

His hands moved to my hips, holding them tightly as he trailed down from my tits to my stomach, "so sexy..so elegant," he murmered, complimenting me in any way he could, making me feel special like he always did.

"Tonight I want us to make each other feel good, explore each other in ways we haven't before," he smirked, looking up at me for my approval. I honestly liked the idea, personally pleasuring each other instead of a quick fuck and straight to bed.

He continued to trail kisses all the way to my lower stomach, peeling my panties off and gently pushing them aside, "spread your legs baby, I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good," he grunted, I complied and spread my legs as far as I could, my glistening pussy staring back at him, begging for attention.

"Jesus christ you're already so wet, and I haven't even touch your pussy yet," he chuckled, "well I can't help it, you know you turn me on" I smirked, he lowered his head and started to place soft kisses on my clit, "fuck!" I whined, already super sensitive.

"Sorry baby.." he grinned, swirling his tongue slowly on my clit, waves of pleasure coursing throughout my body, driving me crazy. "Tom.." I whimpered, "yes baby?" he continued to lap his tongue on my sensitive nub, "faster, please!" I begged, my legs slightly trembling.

He accept my request, flicking his tongue at a rapid pace, sliding 2 fingers in my cunt, stretching me out slowly, "mmm!" I moaned loudly, rolling my eyes back as the pleasure was hitting me like a truck.

When he ate my pussy, he was usually rough, fingering me until I squirted everywhere but this time he was gentle, making sure that I was fully satisfied, this night was very special to us, we had discussed it before and agreed to take it slow when the time came.

He was such a loving man, I knew for a fact he'd be an amazing father, I couldn't wait to have his kids, I wonder if we'd have twins like Tom and Bill.

"Fuck..so wet and tight for me.." he moaned softly, pounding his fingers into me, my hands reached down to his hair again and I tugged lightly, Tom enjoying the pain.

Tom's tongue flicked out, teasing me before diving deeper, lapping at my clit like a starved man. "Mmm...so good.." he mumbled, stuffing his face fully into my pussy, removing his fingers and dipping his tongue into my hole, savouring the taste.

"Shit!" I cried out, squirming slightly in his grip, trying my best to not lose control and cum everywhere, he sucked on my clit, using his finger to spred my folds apart and rub his tongue all over every into of my wet pussy.

"That's it honey, come for me," he smirked, feeling my legs shake as I came closer to my release. He kept licking and sucking at my clit, using his fingers again to fuck me deeper and harder as he pushed me over the edge.

I groaned and clenched around his fingers, my orgasm dangerously close, "gonna cum! fuckfuckfuck!" I cried out before spilling my juices all over him, he removed his digits and licked every drop of cum I gave him, wanting to taste every party of me as he drank down my juices. "You taste so fucking good.." he smirked, standing back up and licking his lips, climbing onto the bed and laying back onto it.

I smirked and crawled close to him, untying his belt and flinging it across the room, he helped me by taking his shirt and tie off as I dragged his pants down, his dark grey boxers left. I could see the imprint of his cock, desperate to be let free.

I tugged his boxers down, his cock springing out and slapping against his abdomen, precum leaking from the tip. He grinned, waiting for me to work my magic. I started to slowly pump my hand up and down his cock, "oh baby.." he whined, throwing his head back.

Tom hissed in pleasure as I picked up my pace, his cock throbbing hard and throbbing in my hand, "fuck," he groaned, letting his head fall back. He was already hard from eating me out, but it felt even better with my hand on his cock. He thrust his hips forward, letting out a low moan as he felt your fingers tighten aroundp him.

I leaned down and engulfed his cock with my mouth, "fuck yes.." he groaned, fisting his hands in my hair as I deep into my mouth. He let a low growl as he felt my tongue swirl around the head of his cock, tracing each fidge and vein as I worked him deeper.

"Such a good girl..sucking my cock so well.." he praised, guiding my head up and down his cock, "mm.." I moaned, his tip hitting the back of my throat. He rolled his eyes back, his grip on my hair tightening, my scalp stinging a little.

I continued to suck his cock, saliva building around my mouth as it got sloppier, squelching noises coming from his sopping cock, "ohhh baby, you're take my cock so well don't you" he grunted, slamming my head on his length, filling my mouth with every single inch.

I choked a little, holding onto his thighs desperatly as he started to take control, my jaw hurting. "So close!" he cried out, "fuckkk!", I smirked at the amount of pleasure he was experiencing, it looked like he was ascending into heaven.

I felt his cock throb in my mouth intensely, signalling his upcoming release, getting me ready for his cum. I started to suck harder and faster, wanting him to experience bliss when he came, his hips bucking slightly as he felt my tongue flick against the head of his cock, teasing his tip.

"Oh my fucking god!" he groaned loudly, shooting his load down my throat, "shit.." he collapsed onto the mattress, pulling his memeber out slowly. "Swallow.." he commanded, tapping my chin, I instantly obeyed and swallowed it, opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out, "good girl, come here," he panted, pulling me closer.

My pussy hovered over his aching cock, still in need for more attention. He flipped us over, now hovering over me, lust washing over his eyes as he grabbed my legs, slinging them over his shoulder.

"You ready?" he panted, still not recovered from his recent orgasm, desperate to feel my pussy around his cock. I nodded and he slowly pushed his cock inside me, quickly bottoming out and creating a rough pace.

"Fuck!" I cried out, holding onto him tightly, his cock pistoning inside me, leaving no mercy. "So fucking tight..so good for me.." he groaned, slamming his hips into mine, skin slapping loudly.

His tip instantly started to pound into my g spot, my back arching to meet his thrusts. "Oh baby..oh fuck.." I whimpered, burying my head into the crook of his neck, leaving small, sloppy kisses.

"You're so perfect, mine.." he mumbled, drunk off of my pussy, watching as his cock slid in and out, mesmerized by it. "Mmm!" I whined, throwing my head back. His cock pounded into me roughly, his thrusts only getting harder by the minute, a wave of euphoria washing over me.

"You like that? My big cock buried in your pussy, fucking you like the good girl you are?" he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. I nodded eagearly, unable to produce any words, my throat blocked with moans "say it baby, say it to me!" he growled, tightening his grip on my jaw.

"I.." I moaned "I..I love your cock so much, feels so good in me!" I rolled my eyes back, my thighs trembling. "Good girl.." he praised, diving his head down and smashing his lips into mine, kissing me roughly, our lips interlocking into a rough embrace.

I felt tension build up in my tummy, my orgasm slowly building up, "cum for me again baby, need to feel that tight pussy clench around my cock," he moaned, pushing his lips back into mine, not stopping for anything.

He continued to slam his cock into me cruely, urgently needing me to cum all over his cock, the sensation addicting. "Holy fuck!" I yelped, my legs shaking as my orgasm crashed down, cumming on his cock, juices spilling everywhere.

As he felt my pussy clamp down on his needy cock, he spurted his seed into me, coating my walls. "Fuck.." he groaned, falling forward and resting on my bare chest. "That was amazing.." I giggled softly, running my hands through his hair, massaging his head softly, wanting him to relax.

"Mmm.." he mumbled, super fatigued from his 2 powerful orgasms. "So glad I married you, 'm so proud to be your husband..i'll love you forever.." he smiled softly, wrapping his arms around me tightly, resting his head on my chest, slowly drifting off to sleep.

"My sleepy boy.." I smirked, kissing the top of his head before drifting off to sleep myself.

@itsmealaiah @itsangelll @kaulitzsbabyy @ballhair @tomsonlyslut @charliesgoodboy @bkaulitzlover @ge-billsgf @miyukafujii @estxkios

[mrm0rgansw0man]

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

★・・・・・・・・・・・・★ 𓄃 the story of arthur morgan and belle monroe 𓅓

summary: arthur morgan will forever be intruged by the woman be brought back to camp

Chapter Two: He knows. ★・・・・・・・・・・・・★

Arthur soaked in the words of the woman in front of him as she grasped his hand. He wasn't used to such a level of intimacy with someone, but he could tell this is what she needed right now. He had talked a bit more to Dutch come the morning, and he now knew for certain that Belle's past was nothing short of horrifying. It was hard to refuse something as simple as a steady hand to someone who had been through so much.

"I hope I can repay you, Mr. Morgan." Belle said with a small sniffle. She slowly let go of Arthur's hand.

Was it just in his head, or did she hesitate a moment before letting go?

"Nah." Arthur said simply. "No need ma'am. This one's on me, but if I have to pull you outta a freezing river again it's gonna cost ya'."

Belle smiled. It was a small, ghost of a smile but a smile none the less. Her eyes flicked away from Arthur to the various clothing items in her lap. A deep brown cotton skirt along with an identical one that was a charcoal grey color. Several different button up blouses. And bless this man, a new chemise and various other underclothes.

"I... I don't even know what to say." Belle said softly. She couldn't believe how she was being treated. "You truly are a good man, Arthur Morgan."

"Oh I don't know about that." Arthur said, dismissing the complement. He wasn't a good man, but that's not the type of thing you say outright to a woman who has been dealing with bad men her whole life. "I'll leave ya' to dressin' yourself. Holler if you need a hand, I'll send one of the women in to help ya'. Oh, Almost forgot. Got pair of boots for ya' right there on the floor."

"Mr. Morgan I will pay you back every cent! I swear it." Belle said urgently. She really owed this man now, as if saving her life wasn't enough!

"Like I said Miss, this is all on me. And the boots belonged to Miss Roberts, they fit 'er funny so she was more than happy to send 'em yer' way." Arthur said, he gave Belle a half smile. " 'Sides, can't have you walkin' 'round here half naked. It ain't right." And with that, he left the tent and closed the flaps. Leaving Belle to get herself dressed.

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"What a gentleman you are Arthur Morgan!"

Arthur looked up from his journal -where he was peacefully drawing and having a lovely time doing so- to see the face of John Marston. Ugh.

"I'm glad ya' think so, John! Maybe you can learn a thing or two from me!" Arthur snapped back, the annoyance in his tone very clear.

"Awfully nice of you to buy that woman some new clothes! You know Abigail and her seem to be 'bout the same size, I'm sure she could've borrowed something from her." John said pointedly, not even bothering to hide the smirk forming on his lips.

"You know when I brought 'er back here she was in nothin' but a nightgown, right?" Arthur said flatly. "She needed something of her own 'nyways. Especially if she's gonna be moving on from here."

"I know I know!" John said, putting up his hands. "I just think it's....charming of you. To take such good care of her."

"Don't you have a kid? Go bother him about bein' sweet on someone and leave me alone!"

"Never said you were sweet on her Arthur!" John chuckled, before quickly scurrying off. Arthur didn't get to see the stupif grin spreading across his face.

"You implied it ya' greasy bastard!" Arthur shouted. He ran his hand over his face in exasperation.

'Why is he so god damn ANNOYIN'!...' Arthur thought with a sigh. And besides, he had no right to be having any feelings for Miss Belle. They had barely even met, and that poor woman had a lot more to worry about right now then something like that.

Arthur was just taking care of her, it's what any decent person would do! You decide to take in an injured woman with nothing but a nightgown, you go buy her some clothes! Belle had nothing, what did John expect? He was just being nice!

With an irritated sigh, Arthur sat down on the ground next to the rock he was originally leaning on. He opened up his journal back to the sketch he had started, he asked Ms. Grimshaw to go check on Belle so he had a few moments to himself. He was sketching a woman, a decision he hadn't even consciously made. Arthur found that more often than not at times like this, his pencil had a mind of it's own.

The woman had a heart shaped face, with a button nose and doe eyes. She had long black wavy hair that framed her face and fell all the way down to her back. Arthur noticed what he thought was a smudge on her cheekbone but then he realized-

God dammit.

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Belle sat in the man- no Arthur's tent for a moment. She was truly rendered speechless. Even if she wasn't quite sure where she was or who she was with, she had been taken in with open arms. And for that, Belle would be forever grateful. Mr. Morgan said that she didn't need to repay him, but Belle swore to herself that she would. Somehow or some way.

'Maybe I'll save his life?...' Belle thought with a light laugh.

"Miss Monroe? Mr. Morgan sent me over, would you like some help?" Came a voice from the outside of the tent, pulling Belle out of her thoughts. She paused for a moment.

"Yes please, ma'am. If it's not too much to ask." Belle said quietly. Accepting help made her sick to her stomach with fear and dread, but she knew this woman wasn't going to hurt her. Arthur sent her.

In stepped a woman. she was older. Her graying hair was pulled back into a bun, and something about this woman screamed authority. Belle could tell she was a woman who was not to be disrespected.

"I'm Susan Grimshaw, I'm glad to see you up and at 'em so soon Miss." She said with a small smile.

"How long was I asleep ma'am?" Belle asked, she was almost scared to know. But Arthur hadn't expected her to be awake, and Ms. Grimshaw had said 'soon'. This time couldn't have been too bad.

"It was a few hours from dawn last night when Arthur brought you here, and now it's goin' on late afternoon. Around half a day." Ms. Grimshaw concluded.

"I'm sorry if you we're there when he brought me back.." Belle said with sigh. She knew it wasn't like she asked for it, and she truly was grateful, but she couldn't help but feel horrible for causing such a disturbance in the middle of the night. "I wasn't really myself."

"I'm here to help dress you, not judge you Ms. Monroe." Ms. Grimshaw said. "You're not gonna find much judgement in a band of outlaws."

"I'll be sure to fit right in then." Belle said, finally returning Ms. Grimshaw's smile. A silent thank you for helping her in her time of need.

"I see Arthur's got you all set! Have you picked out somethin' to put on yet?"

Belle nodded, she held out her charcoal grey skirt and a brown and dark blue plaid button up . It was a simple thing, but belle loved the sleeves. They puffed out around the shoulders and had buttons on the end near her wrists.

"Perfect! Have you tried standin' yet?" Ms. Grimshaw asked.

"I haven't, but I think I'll be able to undress fine while sitting down. And get my shirt and my underthings on, the only real problem is the skirt. I don't know if you've seen my knees but...." Belles voice trailed off, suddenly becoming weak.

"You might have trouble walkin' by yourself for a while." Ms. Grimshaw finished. grimly. "Do you mind me askin' how the hell you ended up like this?"

Belle began to speak, but she felt her voice become a lump in her throat. She tried again, but nothing. Her ears began to ring and she was starting to feel that floating feeling she felt back in the forest. Belle took a shaky breathe, and she looked to Ms. Grimshaw.

"Bad men." Belle said, forcing the words out through her constricting throat. "I wasn't ever lucky enough to end up with outlaws before."

"Oh.." Ms. Grimshaw sighed, a pained expression falling on her face. "Honey... C'mon, enough of thinkin' of that. Let's get you into that skirt and with luck, walking."

"If anyone can get me walking, you seem like the type of woman to make it happen."

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"Mr. Morgan! I've got some chores I need to get on, woulda be so kind as to show Belle around?" Ms. Grimshaw called out. She had gotten Belle walking all right, even if she was still in buckets of pain she had worked out enough to be able to walk.

Arthur had begun heading back to his tent just in time, by the time he got back Ms. Grimshaw and Belle were standing right outside. They said their goodbyes, Arthur had heard Ms. Grimshaw saying that she was gonna be put to work as soon as she was all healed up. Belle laughed, a small breathy one. Arthur smiled. It faded when he noticed Belle was walking with a barley concealed limp.

"You need a hand?" Arthur asked quietly, holding out his arm for Belle to take if she needed it.

"Oh, would you?" Belle asked in disbelief. "I'm sure I could manage on my own-"

"Don't push yer'self. It's no trouble." Arthur said. Belle gave him a small grateful smile and she grabbed onto his outstretched arm like a walking stick.

Arthur and Belle stopped by Dutch's tent first, since it was the closest. Dutch was smoking a cigar out in the front, Hosea stood next to him and Molly was seated at the table inside of his tent.

"Miss Belle Monroe! I am so glad to see you're up and walking." The man said to Belle as he noticed her and Arthur approaching. "My name is Dutch Van Der Linde, and I am happy to have someone like yourself riding with us!"

"Thank you for letting me stay, Mr. Van Der Linde." Belle said, she fought to keep her voice steady, but Arthur could feel her hands trembling. "I don't know what I would do if Mr. Morgan hadn't ran into me last night."

"A fate encounter, that's for certain!" The older man said with a caring smile. "I'm Hosea Matthews, Pleasure to meet you Miss. Monroe."

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Matthews." Belle said, her voice growing relaxed.

"And this pretty lady right back there is Ms. Molly O'Shea!" Dutch said, gesturing to the red head woman farther back in the tent. Molly smiled and waved, and Belle did the same. Belle and Arthur said their goodbyes and made their way over to the Marston's tent.

Abigail sat on a log outside of the tent, she watched Jack as he played with some little toys a few feet away. Who knows where John was?

'Glad he ain't here...' Arthur thought..

"Oh hi Arthur!" Abigail said with a smile as they approached. "Is this her?"

Arthur nodded. "Abigail Roberts, meet Belle Monroe." Arthur said, motioning his hands between the two of them.

"Hello Ms. Monroe!" Abigail said and smiled. "That's my boy over there, Jack. It's great to meet you."

Belle had opened her mouth to speak, but she was interrupted by a little tug on the back of her skirt. She turned around, and saw little Jack standing there shyly.

"Hi there!" Belle said sweetly, oh she had always loved children. They're the purest things in this world. "What can I do for you young sir?"

"Are you hurtin' Miss?" Little jack asked quietly. "I saw you last night, my mama thought I was asleep! You looked like you were hurtin', and your face-"

"Jack Marston!" Abigail scolded, she looked absolutely mortified. "You leave that poor woman alone, come on over here!"

"It's alright Miss. Roberts, promise." Belle said and softly smiled. She looked up at Arthur. "Help me down?"

Arthur didn't think that was a good idea at all, but he complied. As long as she felt that she was up to it. Arthur held onto both of her arms tight, as he helped her down to her knees. It hurt too much to kneel, so she just sat straight on the floor. Belle was level with Jack now, and he looked at her curiously.

"Tell me," Belle said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Is my face that bad?"

Jack burst into a fit of giggles, and he nodded. Belle draped her arm over her forehead, and let out a dramatic sigh.

"Oh no! Tell me, Doctor Jack, will I ever be beautiful again?" Belle said, her voice 'distraught'.

"Hmm.." Jack said. He walked up to Belle, taking her face in his tiny hands. Belle's blood ran cold, but she knew she was alright. "Yes! You will be!"

Belle let out a sigh of relief, she made sure to throw her head back and make her eyes go wide. "Oh, what a relief! My pretty face was all I had goin' for me! Now what about my legs Doctor?"

"That's easy!" Jack said. "Uncle Arthur can carry you til' your better- Right Uncle?"

Arthur chuckled, and he hoped the light redness covering his cheeks could be chalked down to the sunlight.

"Course, Jack." Arthur said and ruffled the boys hair. Jack smiled up as his Uncle, trying to fight away the hand in his hair.

"Thank you so much for the boots, Miss Roberts!" Belle said while Jack was distracted. "They are perfect."

"Oh Jack likes you so much, call me Abigail! And I'm happy to help you out Belle, those things pinched my feet!" She said with a small chuckle.

"If only I had my old pair of boots, they were just a tad bit big on me. We could've done a trade." Belle said, she let out a small laugh. But thinking of any of her old belongings broke her heart.

"C'mon Belle. Let's get ya' off the floor." Arthur said, Belle managed to get to one knee before Arthur stepped in and grabbed her upper arms. Belle stood and she gave Arthur an appreciative smile. That smile faded when an older man in glasses and a hat approached them.

"Arthur! I've been looking for you. I-"

Belle's blood ran cold. She trembled, violently. So violently her knees buckled and Arthur barley managed to catch her in time before she slammed to the floor.

"What the hell- Miss. Monroe? Are you okay?" Arthur asked, he gently sat her down next to Abigail. She looked from Arthur to Abigail to the man in the glasses.

"Is she okay?" The man asked. Belle felt bile rising in her throat that she fought viciously to hold back.

"Arthur!" Belle groaned, she grabbed onto his arm and squeezed her eyes shut tight, She felt Abigail grab hold of her shoulder but she was already too far gone.

"Arthur don't go! You cannot go wherever he's about to send you!" Belle said desperately. Her head swam with horrible images, a sick man, a fight. He spat. They were on a farm.

Oh god.

Then there was another sick man, in a different fight. Arthur. He was on a mountain, fighting for his life. Against someone, Belle didn't know who, yet.

"Get the hell outta here! Go!" Abigail shouted at the man in the glasses. He scurried off. "Honey are you okay? Has he done something to you? Did you know him?"

Belle barley heard Abigail over the ringing of her ears. She kept her eyes squeezed shut. She didn't want the nausea she was feeling to win against her. It was always like this, after she had one of her moments. Ugh.

"How'd you know he was gonna send me somewhere..?" Arthur asked, he sat down next to Belle. He remembered what Dutch had said about her, last night when Arthur brought her back.

'Witch.' Arthur thought. Could it be true? God the more time he spent around Belle Monroe the more intrigued by her he became. He had so many questions-

"Yes." Belle said, without opening her eyes. "That's right, Mr. Morgan. I'm sorry."

[hueningsloverr]

౨ৎ persephone !

pairing: soobin x fem!reader summary: pomegranates and persephone. that's what soobin had come to learn. word count: 0.5k

most of your past lovers chose to call you tasteful names, crude insults surrounding the general theme of you being a monster. but you were no monster. you were just a woman.

in a way you were like a pomegranate- it was obvious when someone didn’t love you properly. all your past lovers left with red stained hands and disappointment etched across their face.

that’s why soobin was so special - he was able to get you to open up without forcing you so aggressively that you snapped. he didn't force you to suddenly bare yourself to him, he was slow, moving at your pace instead of his.

soobin was nothing like your past lovers. he was the exact opposite. he took the time to memorise you; to him nothing was 'too insignificant'. he remembered your favourite artists, colours, songs, and even time of day. everything mattered to him. and that is what made him matter so much to you. he knew of your affinity for greek mythology, and though most found it unsettling, he found it intruging.

'persephone and hades?' he queried, his head cocked to the side as his eyebrows furrowed. where had he heard those names before? he tried his best to pay attention in classes.

'they were believed by the greeks to be the king and queen of the underworld! there's a lot of retellings of their story, but in most of them...'

he watched in awe as you rambled on and on, eyes filled with nothing more than adoration. so what if you were a geek? a nerd? you were cute.

'but a common theme is that persephone ate the seeds of a pomegranate, meaning she was forced to stay in the underworld forever. but hades worked a deal out with her mom, demeter. that's why we have seasons!' you grinned like a small child showing a finger-painting to their parent. and soobin felt a sense of pride grow within him.

'we have seasons because... hades and persephone are in love?' he laughed slightly, his head not fully wrapped around the idea.

'we have seasons because both hades and demeter wished to be by persephones side, but neither could leave their realm. so...'

he felt bad for constantly finding himself in a daze, but there was such an intoxicating way in which you spoke about mythology that made him feel like a teenage boy again.

it was that very same day soobin realised for himself how similar to a pomegranate you were. he thought it was silly, comparing his girlfriend to a fruit, but in his head it made sense.

you symbolised life to him, you were like regeneration - allowing him to become a new version of himself he was not even aware was possible. all the symbols of a pomegranate could be applied to you - the myths and the stories revolving around the reddish fruit. it was odd, yet also endearing.

hades and persephone - a story of love that probably never should have been, a story of love that seemed impossible.

to soobin, the rulers of the underworld were not so different from the two of you.

except, whilst he was just hades, you were both persephone and the pomegranate. and instead of persephone being stuck with hades, it was soobin who found himself stuck to you. all because of how desirable you were.

a/n: i know! i know! usually i don't really include specific genders in my writings... but i love pomegranates and what they stand for as a literary device and i wrote this while on vacation as i watched my dad tear into a pomegranate whilst my mom looked like she was holding a small child

©2024 - all rights reserved to hueningsloverr, please do not plagiarise or translate any of my work

[anonymoushouseplantfan]

I think my biggest question for the BRF is did they consider the jubilee and funeral a success with harry and meghan? If they did, then that is the benchmark we reference for the Coronation. The same playbook will be applied [invited to attend very specific events, but not much else]. With the coronation, they clearly wanted a balcony photo, but that didn't happen. They also wanted lilis photograph with the queen, which happened but the BRF owns the copywrite. I don't think harry and Meghan viewed this as a success. i'm intruged that the leak we got here was charles left for highgrove and they didn't have a conversation and harry says they did]

Now the funeral is different. It looks as though harry got his way a little bit more, wearing a uniform, the walkabout, grandson/granddaughter vigil, and taking a separate car to church. This could have been because of the circumstance but it also could have been them trying a new approach. I think this is where harry gets alot of the more recent demands, he had a taste here and wants to go back.

Between these scenarios, I think they should go with number one. There is no way back for either of them, not in the way they want. and Quite frankly William & Catherine shouldn't be forced to alter their plans to accommodate Harry & Meghan when they bitch about not getting their way. Let him come for the coronation and nothing else, Write him out of everything, and cut tiaras to only working royals. Make that explicitly clear, like the balcony at the jubliee-no it's not happening. They aren't mingling with government officials, they attend the coronation and go celebrate their daughter while the rest of the royal family celebrates Charles.

Harry wants back in and he wants the world to know very publicly that he and William are on the same level and he's trying to us the coronation to show that.

This. All of this.

I think your analysis is correct. Now, we don’t know how hard it was to keep to the lid on them during the Jubilee, but it looks like the palace controls were less successful during the funeral. That’s a source of concern.

And the visuals are another concern. It has to be made clear they are guests and nothing more. This may stoke a little sympathy for him and Meghan (particularly if she isn’t loaned a tiara), but I don’t think it will be a huge problem. Opinions may differ regarding that, of course. I think most of the anons are strongly on #TeamNoInvite, and they make good points.

[thegoldenduckie]

I dare you to rank all sanders sides ships on a scale of 1-10. At least, as many as you can think up of.

OOO SOUNDS FUN ANON! Ill try to get as many ships as i can (but not that one, you know which one)

Rankings under cut

btw i used fanlore.org to look for all the ships, so idk if each of the ship names are right

AND THIS IS JUST MY SILLY OPINION! IF YOU DISAGREE THATS ALRIGHT THIS IS JUST WHAT I THINK!

Loceit: 8/10 Really good, love it, love the content of it

Moceit: 50/10 MOCEIT IS MY OTP! MY EVERYTHING, MY ABSLOUTE FAVOURITE SHIP

Dukeceit/Demus: 7/10 Its really good! Lovee their dynamic, its a shame we dont see these guys interact in the show much :(

Roceit: 7/10 Love roceit, so many angst and fluffy opportunities, honestly love the angst

Thomceit: 5/10 Honestly im not enthusiastic about sides x Thomas ships, but they can be pretty sweet! This ones really good, i see the appeal

Anxceit: 9/10 AHGG THEM! Sooo good! As platonic, romantic, familiar, and bitter exes! Love it! So many fun amd angsty posibilites!

Logicality: 7.5/10 Its so adorable!! I loveee logicality fanart and fics! I really loved logicality when i first joined watched the show, so it gets an extra .5 for nostagic sake

Intrulogical: 10/10 like DUDE INTRULOGICAL MAKES ME FERAL! Its so silly and adorable and freaky ahsxhjlsxkjkjhsx

Logince: 9/10 aaa its sooo fun! Their chemistry is SO INCREDIBLE

Lomas: 5/10 Again, not big on thomas and side ships, but this ones pretty cute

Analogical: 10/10 YESSS! YES YES YES! I COULD TALK ABOUT THEM FOREVER! THEY MAKE ME SOO HAPPPPYYY!! ESPECIALLY AS QPPS!! AAAA I LOOOVVEEEE THEMMM SO MUCH!

Intruality: 6/10 I like it! Its growing on me! Has a lot of adorableness

Royality: 6/10 Love it platonic, indifferent to it as romantic, and its just very sweet and seeing content of it makes me smile

Momas: 5/10

Moxiety: 6/10 again, love it familar and platonic, with a father son relationship! Honestly dont like it romantic

Platonic Creativitwins: 9/10 Yes! The twins! I love them just being chaotic siblings, or even on good terms and having being good brothers to eachother

Intrumas: 4/10

Dukexiety: 7/10 I like it a lot!!

Prinxiety: 8/10 its reeaally adorble, honestly love it lots

Analogince (Lo/Ro/Virge): 7/10 cute!

Romas: 5/10

Thomxiety: 5.5/10 this ones pretty cute

Logicalceit (Jan/Lo/Pat): 8/10 Its content is soo sweet

Intruloceit (Jan/Lo/Rem): 9/10 YEAHH I LOVE IT!! MAKES ME FROTH AT THE MOUTH

Roloceit (Jan/Lo/Ro): 7/10 Seems loevly

Analoceit (Jan/Lo/Virge): 9/10 At first i was indifferent to it, but a certain mutual made me see how amazing this ship is

Intrualceit? (Jan/Pat/Rem): 5/10 i think thats the name

Royalceit (Jan/Pat/Ro): 5.5/10 havent seen much of it, but points for that sick name

Moxiceit? (Jan/Pat/Virge): 7/10 ive seen some cute suff with this, i think thats the name

Anxceitmus (Jan/Rem/Virge): 9/10 YESS! AAAAA THESE THREEE MAKE ME SOOOO INSANE!

Anaroceit/Prinxieceit (Jan/Ro/Virge): 8/10 so much potential for a toxic yoai polycule

Intrugicality (Lo/Pat/Rem): 5/10

Morolo/Moralogince (Lo/Pat/Ro): 8/10 SO ADORABLE

Analogicality? (Lo/Pat/Virge): 6/10 i think thats the name

Anaintrulogical? (Lo/Rem/Virge): 6/10 i can see the appeal, i think thats the name

Anaintruality? (Pat/Virge/Rem): 5/10 i think thats the name

Anaroyality? (Virge/Ro/Pat): 5/10 i think thats the name

LAMP/CALM: 9/10 LOOOVEE IT! I DO NOT MAKE ENOUGH CONTENT OF THEM! ITS SO ADORBLE

DLAMP: 7/10

DLAMPR: 8/10 YES! ONE BIG HAPPY POLYCULE! THE BEST KIND OF SHIP

Thanks for the ask anon! Again, all these rankings are just my opinion, please dont fight me

[vacantgodling]

16, 18, 19 for the pride asks!

thank you <3<3

16. Did you ever change an oc's identity when they were already established? Why?

oh hundreds of times. many of my ocs stemmed from ocs and ideas i had as a kid (8+ years old) and because i was young, and bc i didn't know shit, many of my ocs were very cookie cutter. 100% not my fault cuz i was a kid, but now that i'm older i have been updating, editing, and changing my ocs to fit my worldview, to be more intruging, and to not be basic white fantasy character 2.0.

18. Do you prefer to give your ocs specific labels, or keep it unspecified? Why? If applicable, do you change their labels depending on circumstance?

because i (personally) have been getting more and more annoyed with the limited range of labels, and how i consistently have to have caveats for my own labels (which i'm thinking of dropping altogether lowkey, like at this point if anyone really needs to know they're getting queer or they're getting the dissertation i'm tired of trying to be in a box fr) i have been leaning more into keeping my ocs labels unspecified.

there are definitely many characters i have (especially ones in modern wips) that have more concrete labels (ie: darren or toph being bisexual, jenna being a aroace bi lesbian, etc). but when i start getting into the weeds of many of my pure fantasy wips like paramour or tcol, it becomes annoying to try and hold onto our world's notions of gender and sexuality bc simply put their worlds don't operate like that. like sure, amon is gay or masc attracted, but like, troibemme is a fully recognized third gender category, so like. it makes explaining things like that weird. in my mind amon is simply masc attracted, that's the best way to describe it. but like, that's not really a label, ya feel?

i don't really change their labels depending on circumstance, i just kind of know what they like and their general sex/intimacy preferences cuz that's more useful than having a label that means nothing.

19. Do you have preferences about depicting homo/transphobia in your stories? What, and why? Does it vary by story

i depict it if it makes sense for the plot. tcol has a homophobia storyline (around clear) because of how he was raised he faced it, and i have an in world explanation as to why. other characters like di (lukewarm rejection) or jake (purple haze) have it in their storylines because they're ways for me to explore my own struggles with things, but also because i made there a reason in their stories. even paramour has some because there's a small radical group of traditionalists who are specifically made so i can dunk on conservatives.

i have no issue depicting it but i don't put it in every story for the sake of having it though. and whenever i do depict it, i depict people triumphing over it because that's what's good for my brain space lol

[thefisherqueen]

I'm back from holiday and I'm watching Sherlock Holmes Granada's The red circle tonight. There aren't many episodes I haven't watched left. I've been putting off The three gables and The dying detective since I really didn't like those stories, and I first would like to read the novels before I watch those movies, so this marathon is nearing the end :( I have no doubt however that I will be rewatching this series from time to time.

I don't remember much of The red circle anymore. Something with a kidnapped timekeeper, hidden female lodger and a couple fleeing from some Italian crime circle?

We're starting with murder, a couple fleeing and a man breaking into their house and creepily sniffing her night gown. Really sets the mood

I love it when Watson narrates the start of the case. Feels reminescent of the stories. And Holmes working on his scrap book and acting like a petulant child when he is interrupted at his task - straight out of the canon, so good

Holmes: "If I were your lodger you would not see me for weeks on end. That does not trouble you, does it mrs. Hudson?" "Nothing troubles me when you're concerned," Haha, I love mrs. Hudson

Holmes looks so touched when the client tells him about how an earlier client praised him. *watches this part 10 times just to stare into Jeremy Brett's eyes*

Holmes' black dressing gown is gorgeous. I want one

"Watson, deduce." "Me? *chuckles*" Aww, Watson is adorable and Edward Hardwicke played him so well. I love how engaged Watson is in the Granada series. He's actually an active part of each case.

"Please vanish" Rude, Holmes! Leaving mrs. Hudson and Watson once again to do damage control

Holmes: "I helped him (his former client) find a close relative once." So much emotion and hestancy there. I'm not entirely sure why Jeremy Brett chose to act so affected? I bet he had a whole headcanon about that former case. I wish I could still ask him! It is like he's acting like Holmes didn't tell Watson everything there. Did Jeremy interpret Holmes as feeling like he failed that former client maybe?

Watson reading the newspaper to Holmes is always a joy :)

Watson against Holmes' former client: "Some are more at risk than others because of their beliefs and courage." "I do what I do, doctor. Don't make me out to be a saint" Oh this is all so intruging. Something more than just case-related is being implied but I can't lay my finger on what exactly

All the imagery with the red circles is a little overdone. Yes, yes, we get the point

The former client is murdered right while he is at work in the theater? Gods. Holmes' and Watson's reactions tear at my heart

Jeremy Brett singing and narrating when he and Watson are looking at the agony coloms is oscar worthy. I adore him

mrs. Hudson: "What is it mr. Holmes, I'm washing curtains!" Bless that woman. Can't even wash her curtains in peace :D

I have to laugh at the kidnapping scene. They literally yeeted him out of the moving couch, poor old man

Landlord: "And I don't care for foreigners!" Holmes, with disdain: "Oh really?"

They kept the insane "journeys end with lovers meeting!" quote from Holmes to Hopkins. I love it

*Holmes climbs out of the roof, scares the hell out of everyone in the house* He totally would do that, wouldn't he? Excellent addition to the canon story

Holmes is so gentle and understanding when he goes to meet the lodger, he's so soft at heart and the whole Granada team understands that so well

They really made the finale very exciting, with the villain right at the lodger's door and the chase on the roof and the rolling down the stairs! Ouch, both Holmes and the american detective got a little bloody. Luckily Watson is close at hand. Always appreciate a bit of hurt/comfort

American detective: "When you're on a trail of a lifetime, mr Holmes, you put all thoughts of personal safety out of your mind". Oh he knows. I'm not sure Holmes even knows what personal safely means

This vaillain is like a fish - he escapes everyone's grasp. Until he finally got murdered himself. I love that his wife runs out over the street to look for her husband when she sees through the window that something went wrong

"No doubt mister Holmes, if you'd be here on your own you'd have found a different solution." "The law is what we live with, inspector. Justice is sometimes harder to archieve" What a great quote.

And then the couple gets a happy ending, and they go to the opera. Jeremy Brett's expression as he listens is perfection

Granada has done it again. I didn't find the canon story that memorable, but they made it into another great episode. I really loved this one.

[consult-sherlockholmes]

While I appreciate your curiosity about your present, I won't tell you how I did it. It's a present and I put effort into making it for you. The mystery of how I did it is part of it. Only then it is be a fitting gift for you.

But maybe I have giving you an idea for an experiment? You are very welcome to try doing it yourself. If you do try it, please keep me posted. I'm very much interested into how it will go.

I do appreciate the added mystery and am intruged by the possible chemical methods. It would be a good idea for an experiment indeed.

[kirschflix]

Honestly, I wanna know more about what you think of Sam and Richie. In both perspectives but mostly Richie.

~🧶 (That's just to know who I am. My mind runs wild I'll be here a lot)

First off thank you you’re the best. I love it when people ask stuff !!!!

Richie’s perspective of Sam

I personally think Richie viewed Sam as a perfect means to an end. He loved the role she could play but probably found all the things that make her different from her father to be only intruging. Before anything else with sam, Richie was a fanatic. He didn’t love everything that encompasses her and I can see him finding her irritating at times. That being said, I don’t think he hated every part of her I just think he found it tiring (yet exhilarating) to play the perfect boyfriend role for 6 months. It was thrilling for him to be able to pull his script off the paper but I don’t see him being really in love with her as a person (to me, that’s how the boner pills line make sense). He was committed to “playing the role of Billy Loomis”.

A lot of people tend to write Richie as being careless towards Sam or trying to enable her bad behavior but I disagree! Richie’s goal was to get as close to her as possible so he could get her to woodsboro. He wanted the relationship to be more serious than any she had before (since Amber probably told him abt Sam’s dating life prior to her move). I imagine he was romantic, opting to create the character of some loyal, love struck boyfriend. Yes he does say “it wasn’t hard for me to find you, it wasn’t hard for me to fuck you either” but I don’t personally see that implying he treated her as solely a hookup during those six months. Unlike Billy Loomis, half his screen time didn’t consist of him trying to sleep with her.

I wouldn’t say Richie is a great Ghostface at all. His role as Ghostface was mainly the calls (my own interpretation) and he has a lot of fun with that. He doesn’t shine with his actual kills but where he does is his acting and deception.

Sam’s perspective of Richie

From Sam’s perspective, I think she loved Richie. I think he was able to give her that security woodsboro never gave her and dating someone who knew nothing about her past felt good. I think she expected their relationship to not go past much until Richie kept pursuing her (unlike her exs from woodsboro). She’s very guarded and suspicious but the two had to be at least something since she went as far as to defend him against Dewey.

Due to the nature of their relationship, I believe she felt an immense amount of betrayal from him. While she was angry with him, I think it hurt more than anything that the man who was so serious about her only acted the way he did to fill out some delusional stage play. We see in scream 6 she hasn’t brought herself to delete the contact and only mentions him in passing to the therapist. The feeling is clearly too raw for her to dissect.

Sorry the Sam section isn’t as good as it could be. I need to figure out how to word my thoughts better but again thanks so much for asking and please ask more if you want !!!

[h-s-moonshadow]

Sigils and Willows: Part 8

Nomira could not express how happy she was to have her clothes. They had not given her her bag, nor her nightgown books or candies. They had given her her clothes. She could have wept as she felt the familiar fabric hug her skin. Wedding dresses were not meant to be slept in. Indeed hers was meant to be taken off as fast as possible.

There was a pit in her stomach as she sat in her room, waiting to move down to the breakfast area. A worry. Her parents would send people after her right? They would try to rescue her from this place. From Untine.

From a place who’s king claimed that he did not know why she was brought here. Could that really be the case? If so, why was she here. Who had brought her here and for what purpose. She stood from the bed, thin but not uncomfortable simply not lavish, and started to pace around the small room.

If this was not a politically motivated strike why had it happened? The Princess seemed to be less of a scholar here, more of a warrior. Perhaps Princess Orsa was as Nomira considered Halnoa, a scholar of the blade and body.

Granted Nomira’s own “scholarship” was less that and more just her notating her favorite types of sigils, favorite theorycrafting about sigils. Even the possibilities of new sigils. It did not matter to her if her ideas were possible or not. Even here in the once home of the dragons she could not access the power she had always dreamed of.

She stopped pacing as she saw herself in the mirror. Tan skin, teal hair, silver eyes. She looked tired. Haunted. Sad. What could she do here? What if the king and princess were lying? Could she do anything about it?

The answer was obvious. No, she could not. Politically, she was as useless as a dull blade here.

Dull blades could still rip fabric, you just needed to apply more pressure. She looked away from herself in the mirror. The image of the tired sad girl staring back at her draining her confidence. She was not made for this type of thing. For political intruge. She was barely made for contracts and treaties. One look at the contract she had made with the Silver Forest and you would be able to see that she could not be trusted to do anything political. Why they agreed still baffled her.

She almost did not notice the knock at her door. Her mind was so in thought in the dull room around her that she barely gave it any thought, simply thinking it another product of her mental state. 

When it came again more insistant she finally moved to the door, and put on a smile. It was the prim proper smile of a princess. The servant who greeted her smiled back.

“Can I help you?” Nomira asked gently.

“You’ve been summoned to breakfast.” He replied with a small bow. “I am to lead you there Princess Nomira. 

Nomira nodded, wonderful she had a chaperone, and gestured for him to lead the way.

The grand hall was beyond Nomira’s wildest imaginings. The king used this for breakfast? Carved into what felt like the very heart of the mountain, with doors that seemed to lead into every other part of the castle and two large entrance doors made of stone, fifty feet high that lay open to a long staircase that descended to the city of New Untine, the grand hall was a sight to behold.

The walls were smooth as if sanded to the finest of grits. Colors that were a true part of the stone swirled and mixed in the stone. Reds, whites, yellows, greens, and browns swirled, dotted, and captured a natural beauty that also eemed truely ethereal.

The area itself could hold thousands of people. Perhaps tens of thousands if they were shoulder to shoulder. Or maybe just ten thousand. It was hard to say. The room was very large.

Nomira had not noticed that she had just been standing and gawking. It seemed strange. That now, in this place she would loose her composure.

She was in the day dress, a pale blue garment that dropped down to her ankles and had short sleeves and a modest neckline. Not to high not to low. The skirt flowed around her, yet she felt nearly informal as she walked into the dining area.

It was not that everyone in the room was dressed more formally than her, it was that everyone in the room was dressed differently than her. The noble ladies come to dine in the castle wore elegant tops that exposed their midriffs. Often the edges covered in sparkling gemstones or scales of metal.

The women also wore skirts that cut of at the knees, made of fine leather died to match. Were they died to match their eyes? Yes. Dyed brown, green, blue, or red in order to match eye color. It was a beautiful fashion.

The men in turn wore vests. No shirts adorned them, simply open vests with the same stylings of gemstones or metal scales. Shining in the light of the day. Wearing skirts the same color as their own eyes.

There were two people in the noble class who were not dressed in this style. Nomira watched the king and Princess of Untine as they sat at the high table. Both dressed in fine suits of a fashion that she herself did not know. They were elegant. Powerful. Two figures that loomed over the hall, though everyone inside of it was at least six feet tall apart from Nomira. She was the odd one out here.

She glanced around, she had been invited to dine here. To engage in breakfast with the court. There were empty seats at the high table, but perhaps. No, she had been invited by the king himself.

As she stepped towards the high table the king stood, gesturing to a seat, and nodding. He then sat down, and continued to eat his breakfast.

With a nod, Nomira walked to the seat and took it primly. She noted the looks of the other nobles. Curious, yet not indignant or enraged that she got this seat of honor near to the king. After Nomira had seated herself she spoke.

“Thank you your majesty, for this seat,” Her voice was cool, calm. She took a breath to calm her nerves. She nodded as the servants brought her a plate full of food. Toast, butter, eggs, bacon, and some varying greens. She blinked looking at it.

Her stomach rumbled. She was so hungry, more hungry than she was sure she had the right to be. That did not stop her from digging into the food. Prim and proper as always. She ate quickly and with a hunger that while not as potent, reminded her of worse days. She had gotten soft. That was obvious to her.

Her eyes trailed the room, and noticed that many other eyes were on her. The strange princess from a foreign land who happened to appear in this place. She cared not for the nobles eyes, but then…

The chair next to her moved. Nomira jumped turning to see the beautiful princess of Untine. Orsa. Hearts that woman was so tall. She blinked as the Princess sat beside her. Nomira paused fork halfway to her mouth as she just, took a moment. Stunned into silence by the strangeness of what was happening.

“Princess?” She inquired, or well tried to. That was the only word that came out of her mouth before her brain flooded her tongue with so many questions that she could not ask a single one. At least the many questions was part of the reason she was tongue tied.

The other reason was Princess Orsa herself. Tall, with light skin and dark brown hair. She was beautiful in a fearsome way. As she took a seat next to Nomira, Nomira could not help but gaze over physique of the woman. Muscles that shown even in that suit. A grace that could only be achieved by a true warrior, powerful yet gentle. And those ruby red eyes, not as stern as Orsa’s fathers but certainly beautiful in their own right.

It was not like when Orsa was running. Yes certainly Nomira had seen more of Orsa while she was running but somehow that was less than she saw now. Of the political side of the princess. Something she had, evendentlly mistakenly, wondered if Orsa even possessed.

Nomira shook herself slightly. Now was certainly not the the time to get distracted. She paused as she felt the ring on her right hand ring finger. Closing her eyes she closed her fist. Feeling that pressure. She had a duty, she would make sure to achieve that duty.

“Princess Nomira?” Orsa’s voice, a deep feminine tenor brought her out of her own mind. Nomira blushed deeply.

“Apologies Princess,” She said incining her head in a gentle sign of respect. She needed to focus. To play whatever political game would allow here to get out of here, to get home. “I got distracted and missed if you said anything.”

Orsa laughed, a beautiful series of tones straight from her chest. The sound of someone who enjoyed laughing and did so a lot. Nomira smiled back gently.

“I rarely say important things Princess Nomira.” Orsa responded waving a hand, a small smile touching her lips. “More often than not I only say important things at parties.”

“Oh?” Nomira intoned, taking another bite of her food. She was almost done with the plate. This breakfast had been amazing. Yet something stuck out to her. After the cold conversation they had had on the walls of the palace, Orsa was being rather friendly. 

“Yes, most often its when I’m tired and the dancing is done. I make a statement that my father simply must refute the following day.” She waved a hand. “There was a time where I made a proclamation that every child in the city needed a flower crown. Still don’t think that one needed refuted.”

Nomira paused, regarding Orsa. “Every child needed… flower crowns? You have the power to make procloations like that?”

Orsa paused. “Yes,” She paused. “Father and I share duties in the regards. He holds court today instead of myself. Starting soon.” She paused. “How does Galdraz do it?”

Nomira blinked, and for a moment was stunned. Orsa was allowed to make policy desisions? Perhaps it was underneath the kings supervision. Yet holding court. Dealing with the woes of the people. That was something usually only reserved for the ruler of a kingdom.

“I worked as a diplomat and ambassador, Princess.” Nomira replied after a moment. “I was not necessarily in charge of anything. I’ve never made any policy desisions. Or helped in court. Though I have attended many sessions.”

And offered advice. Advice that was never heeded until she worked so hard. She fought so hard. Until her father finally gave her the responseability to create a union with the Silver Forest. And she did. 

She almost missed Orsa’s next reply, but thankfully snapped out of her own thoughts as the Princess started to speak.

“You were not allowed…” She frowned. “Were you going to rule after your parents death or abdication?”

Nomira nodded. “Yes, it would either be me or my brother. Most likely myself,” She paused. “Depended on who was married, on who had heirs.” Nomira looked at Orsa. “Why do you ask?”

“It simply seems odd that a queen or king would be expected to rule when they themselves have not made policy desisions.” Orsa shrugged. “If it works for Galdraz then I see no reason for it to not continue, I simply find the idea odd.”

Nomira nodded. “I’ve used that argument, believe me,” She tried to keep the tired effect out of her voice. The one that came in whenever a subject like this was discussed, one she had argued on for so many years. “It has not worked like I wanted it to. Granted, it did get me a wedding eventually. Sadly…”

Nomira sighed looking at Orsa. She knew she looked pathetic here. With everyone so tall, so mighty. The Untinians were who killed the dragons, and each and every one of them looked like they could do so without issue. It was an intimidating sight. She paused and finished off the final few bites of her plate.

“Sadly?” Orsa prompted gently.

Nomira shook her head. “With luck I can convince your father to help me get back, then the wedding will go through.” She paused. “Does anyone really know why I’m here?” She asked gently. “Do you know why I would be here?”

At that Orsa seemed to shrink a little bit. Ruby eyes glancing out at the room. “No. I don’t think any of us know why you are here.”

An interesting choice of emphasis for words. Nomira noted that but for the moment dismissed the ida that it would mean anything. After all, she had a king to speak to. She stood, and walked around the table, so she could stand opposite him. She would look this man in the eyes.

[noa-ciharu]

Hi~ I really like your post on aromatic and asexual and a question popped into my head that I would like you opinion on which is:

Is it possible to find a certain quality attractive in a person (say their voice or manner of speaking) without being romantically attracted to them?

It may seem redundant but whenever I say I find a certain quality attractive in a person, or say I like that certain quantity/characteristics in that person to my friends they immediately equate it to I’m romantically attracted to that person or that type of person and I’m like ‘?????? Errr no????? Does it always have to be romantic????’ And then I spend the rest of the day internally conflicted and confused about is it possible to be attracted to a thing in a platonic sense or intellectual sense without it leading to romance? (amatonormativity at its finest would you say?)

Sorry this ask is so long, but I very rarely say I find certain quality attractive in a person to friends in real life because it always leads to romance and it kinda makes me uncomfortable. -.-“

Hi :D

Yes, it's definitely possible to feel attracted to someone's personality trait or characteristic (or generally a certain characteristic) without feeling romantic attraction. It could be platonic attraction, intellectual attraction, aesthetic attraction or so on - not necessarily romantic one.

Sadly our society is deeply amatonormative and believes there are only two types of bonds possible: romantic and strictly platonic ones (""just friends""). Hence where something steps outside that narrowly defined way attractions ought to be, their minds can't wrap around that. Let's say someone's voice as you mentioned, allos usually attribute that to something way too I intimate hence romantic by design. But it so doesn't have to be that way, think of all the singers or celebrities people like only for their voice of manner of expression. In similar fashion, it's definitely possible to like only certain characteristics in a person whilst disliking everything else about them. Or admire them for one thing and dislike for another.

I often feel intellectually drawn towards people who are good at holding deeper conversations or have intruging/inteligent takes in xyz. I love hanging out with them, getting into debates (friendly ones, not discourses) and exchanging opinions. I'm generally more drawn towards person's way of expression, attitude and way of reasoning (maybe intelligence altogether) than looks. However that's not romantic attraction, I don't want to date those people, I don't want deep emotional connection with them, I don't want to get physical with them.

Similarly I often feel drawn towards someone's dressing style, especially women's (and especially of she's beautiful and/or hot). It's aesthetical attraction, because no matter how beautiful she is or stylish her clothes are or how attractive her manner of expression is - I don't want to do anything romantic with her. Not even is she instigated that. I have few straight female friends who said pretty much the same, that they could admire certain qualities in girls all day but wouldn't want to kiss them, date then etc.

I know it can be confusing when friends insist we are romantically attracted to someone when we were initially assured we aren't. There were few instances when friends teased me I liked some dude solely cuz I was hanging out with him during school breaks. It threw me off loop cuz I never even thought about being attracted to him before they've mentioned it. Hence as teasing continued I kept on being anxious around him - hence I mistook anxiety as crush and thought I rly had crush on him. Once friends lost the interest and stopped teasing so did my 'crush symptoms' stopped occurring around that guy and I slowly began realizing I was just feeling anxious around him, not 'in love'. He was a well spoken and intelligent guy, so maybe I mistook admiration I had for him as a crush or something similar. But I know deep down that I never wanted anything romantic with him.

So yes anon, it's defo possible to feel drawn towards certain trait in certain person or generally certain characteristics without anything romantic to it. Just sadly alot of allos aren't aware not everything has to be viewed in romantic light and alot of things aren't inherited romantic. Therefore they often mistake intellectual/aesthetical/ even sexual attraction for romantic ones, rush into dating, put unrealistic expectations on one another and end up in unsatisfactory relationships.

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Oh man, thank you! This was really hard but also fun.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

So many!

Currently writing about a character coming up against Dragon Age demons for the first time, greatly enjoying that.

A character study about Michael the Distortion and also Helen.

Oh, and I am also writing about two characters discussing asexuality and relationships.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Trauma, grief and mentall illness is a cornerstone in anything I write. There are so many things to consider with it, and what it means for your life. Like was it always with you, or did you develop it? Was it a violation and what does it mean now going forward?

Furthermore I get a kick out of really obscure refrences in my work. Like I have referenced Koschei the Deathless, The Killers lyrics, Karen Sundt, Laika, Ivo Caprino jokes… it’s fun not only for me but to see the rare case where people make the connection. I get the enjoyment either way.

😅 What’s a story or scene you’ve created that you’re a smidge embarrassed exists?

Redbark No-Chief.

Let me explain. In the Kahvi comics, which are not considered mostly non-canon anyway, we saw a minor character be pronounced chief of Two-Spears splintergroup of Wolfriders. Redbark, said character, looked to be same age as Kahvi, and his design was similar to Graywolf, who had recognized Willowgreen II. So naturally I concluded that he was their child.

In the comic we had a big Flash forward, and was told that Willowgreen had cleaned out their wolfblood, and that every chief after Two-Spear’s descion had been left wanting.

I was very intruged and was trying to write about Redbark holding the legacy of his mother’s crime… but turns out it was incorrect. It was just a coincidence that he looked like the same age and design. Redbark was no one. Which I discovered bust as I was going to publish the third chapter.

It completely took the wind out of my sails. To loose that familiar connection between them made my story fall apart to the point where it never recovered.

So yeah. You live and learn.

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

Writing books has always been my dream, but honestly, the last few years I have heard stories about how publishing really works and. It is really discouraging and confusing? It is putting me off writing proffesionally for the first time since I was six =/

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

Love it.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Oh, hmm. I am actually uncertain of how to judge this one. Maybe Shade of Smiles? It is a fanfic that explores a happening that is treated as small in canon but is really anything but just that.

🏆 What’s your most popular fic?

In all honesty it’s a Harry Potter crack fic. 🙃

The other most popular I made was a Skyrim fanfic where my Listener had a hard time breaking into Aventus Arentino’s house; https://www.archiveofourown.com/works/8044882

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

I used to always end with cliffhangers, but that was mostly because I needed that to propel me forward. I had to finish a new chapter to find out what happened next than being cruel =P

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charlie torment anon (ig?) here. also, i have a trio of rev19 ocs and i love them so very much and also i have no idea how to even begin drawing them so i'm just stuck in this permanent state of "i should make them all even more unbalanced than they already are

all three of them have really weird mechanics because i refuse to have a normal character. selfdamage single target healer. buff/debuff counter unit with zero attacks. genesis damage dps.

✉ // OH? I AM INTRUGED... (also yes im appointing you "tormented by charlie anon /hj)

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for the wip game, i'm intruged by 21 guns!

Ooh good choice! This one's kinda fallen onto the back burner in the chaos of all my asks and ideas. But I'm excited to work on it some more soon! It's gonna be very angsty.

It's Echo x Reader / Fives x Reader dealing with losing Echo and coming to terms with grief amongst other emotions, and wondering if the war is really worth it when you no longer know what you're fighting for.

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I am terrrible at explaining things but either way i really reccomend that you check it out as the designs are awesome, the art is amazing, the plot is very intruging and the voice acting is superb

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