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cissyenthusiast010155 · 4 months

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Just a Nudge in the Right Direction ~Barbara Howard xFem Younger!Teacher!Reader

Summary— Reader is younger and a newer teacher at Abbott. She’s been harboring a liking for Barbara. What happens when she finally tells the older woman? Anon request— 🥸—Hey!! ❤️❤️ I love your fics so much! These are just some ideas I had for! Feel free to mix it up if you want.! 33 10 5 Barbara Howard × reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#5. “Shut up and kiss me already”

#10. “Well… I didn’t expect that…”

#33. “Don’t do that... Let me see you.”

Warnings: age gap (all legal), kissing, confessions of feelings, light teasing, light flustering, light insecurity, happy endings, etc.

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Monday’s always brought chaos to Abott Elementary. The sound of paper clattering to the teacher lounge’s floor, had you in the room in seconds. You quickly helped the poised kindergarten teacher in picking up the fallen pile of papers.

“Thank you, Sweet girl…” Barbara breathed out with a smile.

“Of Course, Ms. Howard!” You exclaimed lightly.

You heart always fluttered when she had a pet name for you…

“I don’t usually have people take care of me…” the older woman mused aloud.

“Don’t worry about it” you quipped, a big smile on your face.

Barbara then walked off with a nod, leaning you in the break room to daydream about the woman. Suddenly, the silence was interrupted by a chuckle across the room. You turned around and found, Melissa smirking and chuckling to herself.

“What’s so funny?”

“You, sweet cakes.” The redhead chuckled, “When are you going to tell Barb…?” She teased.

You went red in the face and quickly looked away.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” you mumbled, crossing your arms in defense.

“Uh huh, totally…” the woman sarcastically replied, “You know you better tell her before someone else does…”

You rolled your eyes lightly and went back to your classroom, your face bright red.

You thought about Melissa’s comments throughout the day. And the redhead did have a point. You didn’t want someone else telling Barbara how you felt about her.

You had to tell the woman…

The thought made shivers run down your spine. You took a deep breath and resumed your work.

By the end of the week, Friday evening, you had finished all your work for the day, although your mind was completely somewhere else. You had decided that you had to tell Barbara. It had been bugging you all week.

So you made your way to the woman’s kindergarten classroom as soon as school was out. Ms. Howard was waving her last student a good weekend when you entered.

“Hello, Darling. How may I help you?” Barbara said lovingly, clasping her hands together and giving you a warming smile.

That nickname sent butterfly’s fluttering a dozen inside your stomache…

You cleared your throat as you felt your heart begin to race. You took a deep breath for beginning,

“W-would you perhaps… I… ummm” you stammered.

Barbara gazed upon you with her soft and loving eyes. She put her things down on a desk, that she was holding ready to leave. And she came up to you close and took your hands into her own.

“Breathe, sweet girl. What’s on your mind?”

Your heart melted at her pet name and kindness for you…

You felt like a kid. Heart ablaze and emotions racing.

“I—I like you…” you whispered.

You immediately shut your eyes as you said those words, too afraid to look at Barbara or anything else, in gear of the older woman’s reaction.

You heard a small gasp. And then her warm hands squeezed yours lightly and reassuringly.

“Don’t do that... close your eyes like that, sweetheart. Let me see you.” Barbara hummed with warmth.

Her warmth spread and corsed through your body, giving you courage to open your eyes and look at the woman. She was smiling lightly.

Did she understand what you had said…?

“No Ms. Howard, I like like you…” you said in a low tone, trying to emphasize the likes to convey your intent.

Her eyes gazed upon you intently, and they widened as she really took in what you meant. Her cheeks were slightly flushed and Barbara chuckled lightly at your tone.

“Well… I don’t know what I was expecting. But I didn’t expect that…” she breathed out in a large smile.

“Your—You’re not… mad…?”

Barbara’s eyes flashed from warmth to light concern.

“No, not at all. Why would I be, Darling…? I’m flattered if anything.” The older woman reassured you, “I didn’t think, you or anyone like that would be interested in… well little old me”

Barbara spoke, adding a little flair to herself at the end when she spoke of herself.

Wait what??

“Why wouldn’t people… wouldn’t I be interested in you?” You immediately asked.

Barbara looked at you deeply with warmth once more and she squeezed your hand once more.

“Thank you, you are too kind, sweet girl…” Barbara cooed.

You blushed some more. And looked back to the ground, biting your lip. When you looked back, her gaze mesmerized you. Her eyes were dark and easily to get lost in.

Your eyes fluttered to her lips and then back up to her eyes. Her gaze did the same. You began to pull closer to the woman, before she spoke.

“But, aren’t I too old for—”

“Shut up and kiss me already”

Your lips quickly connected after that. Her lips were soft and plump, how you’d imagine them to be all this time, but so much better in reality. She kisses you with warmth and slow burning passion. It was light and slow.

From the hallway, Melissa chuckled to herself knowingly while leaving for the weekend.

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owmylasagna-blog · 4 months

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Ed is Thicker Than Mud

Warning: Character development arc may take a couple years to take full effect.

Some random musings on post-BPS Eddy growing pains.

You can also read it over on AO3.

Each mechanical tick of the outdated relic of a wall clock reverberating through the office makes his skin crawl. Wriggling uncomfortably, the naugahyde of the chair releases a series of unnatural whines of protest beneath the restless teen. Don’t they know precious moments of his youth are slipping away with every infuriatingly useless second spent shedding dead skin cells in this room? It doesn’t help that his jeans are still damp. He’s pretty sure his new sneakers are wrecked too.

If being detained wasn't bad enough, they’re probably on the phone with his mom right now, and he isn’t exactly looking forward to his folks tearing him a new one over tonight's chicken francaise. Just as he imagines the yelling match his mom and pop are gonna inevitably start the loose doorknob rattles behind him.

“Here we go,” Eddy grumbles into the collar of his long sleeve polo. He slumps down into the armchair.

The door groans on its hinges, open and then shut. Footsteps click in time as the middle aged man slowly makes his way around the office furniture and sits. All the while Eddy keeps his eyes planted on the linoleum tiles between the desk and his feet. He feigns disinterest as a manila folder and a few slips of paper are shuffled.

“So. Edward McGee…”

Eddy squints, not exactly appreciative of the pause for dramatic effect, nor the emphasis put on his last name.

“Would you care to explain why you're in my office, young man?”

“No.”

“No ‘you don’t care’? Or no ‘you can’t explain’?”

In response, Eddy crosses his arms and slouches even further into the depths of the worn leatherette, the heels of his sneakers squeaking as they skid forward. The principal sighs.

“The silent treatment won't get you very far-”

“You know what I did.”

Boy was this interrogation a bunch of bologna.

“Yes, I certainly do. I’m well aware of the damage to school property you’ve caused, not to mention the cost required to repair it. What I want to know is why.”

“Principal Howard, I didn’t-”

“We’ve already heard your excuses. This is your last chance to plead your case as to why you felt it necessary to tamper with-”

“I didn’t tamper nothin’!”

Eddy shoots to his feet, looking the principal in the face for the first time. His heart thrashes against his ribcage.

“I find that hard to believe.”

Yep. Totally pointless.

The teen and the man exchange steely glares before the elder shifts his gaze behind the younger.

“Please sit, Edward.”

Rolling his eyes, Eddy parks his keister back down, resuming his previous slouch. He watches as Principal Howard leafs through the papers on his desk. Most are a familiar shade of detention slip blue, some more faded than others. It’s a suspiciously sizable stack considering he’s only been in high school for three months. Sure, his track record hasn’t been… great. He’s never been the morning type. Missing homeroom three out of five days in a week will do that. As does skipping out on a detention here and there. Compared to junior high, though, Eddy considers himself a freakin’ angel so far. Barring today of course… just his luck.

But the slips have Eddy curious enough to raise a brow at, sitting up a bit straighter in an attempt to sneak a peek. He’s caught off guard when the name written on the top edge isn’t his own. Well, not entirely. Eddy’s muscles flex with immediate recognition, flashing a fierce look up to find the intent gaze of the older man peering down his sizable nose through his glasses.

No ‘effin way.

“You remind me of your brother.”

Eddy sputters, feeling the air rush out of his lungs. It makes it hard to speak. His brain fills with static. It makes it hard to think.

“Wha- you- you can’t-”

How’s he allowed to say that?

“Before I became principal I taught at this school for many years. Don’t think I could forget a kid like that so easily. Bright, creative, one might say underchallenged, but misguided, difficult, trouble prone. Unfortunate really. I didn’t have much control of the situation then nor the authority. But things have changed, except for the fact that I’m tasked with ensuring another McGee boy doesn’t slip through the cracks.”

“Cool headed” is an accolade foreign to Eddy. It takes every fiber of his being to bite his tongue, stopping himself from spewing expletives that will land him right back in the hot seat for the umpteenth time. More than anything he holds back to prove that he isn’t anything at all like…

“Which is why I’m requiring that you join an extracurricular student activity effective immediately.”

“WHAT!? WHY?!” Eddy finally blows his top. It’s a relief to scream.

“You need discipline, structure, responsibility, teamwork - whatever it takes to preoccupy your idle hours.”

“Believe me, Teach, the mathletes don’t need me screwin’ up their squared roots or whatever.”

“Then choose something else that interests you. D’you like sports?”

Eddy shrugs. Lately, nothing really interests him. Let alone anything school related. Not even marathons of The Ed Sullivan Show or wearing out the grooves in A-tom-ic Jones can seem to pull him out of this slump. And he sure wasn’t jumping at the opportunity to get towel-whipped by the meatheads, that's for sure. The thought of the foot smell that wafts from the locker room like a thick miasma alone makes him shudder.

Eighth grade graduation, the start of high school, and the abysmal summer between them had been a strange fog. Beyond his two best friends, Eddy avoided the other cul-de-sac kids like a plague. Oh yeah, this was cruel ironing as Double Dee put it. All that time vying to get their attention? Ever since they got front row seats to his bro’s assholery on full display, they’d been acting real nice. Too nice.

The remainder of seventh grade, after the groundings ended, was filled with an unprecedented number of invitations to movie nights, birthday parties, and sleepovers. Even though he’d sworn off the scams it somehow felt like he still needed to perform every time he made an appearance. Suddenly, everybody wanted to get to know him more. And that scared Eddy: what if there wasn’t more? He felt he hardly knew himself these days.

“You have until the end of the week to decide, so start asking around. And when you do find a team or club, I will personally speak to the coach or teacher running it to ensure that you are immediately enrolled and actively participating. Do you understand?”

The principal receives a noncommittal grunt as a response. He’s more stern the second time.

“Do you understand, Edward?”

Eddy finally gives a reluctant reply, hoping that this is the end of the conversation and he’ll be off the hook.

“Yeah. Capeech.”

“Good. Because this sort rebellious behavior will not be to-”

“And it’s Eddy.”

The balding man blinks a few times, brows twitching.

“Well, Eddy, another stunt like today and I bring your parents in. Capeech?”

Having his own phrasing thrown back at him makes Eddy feel even more patronized than he already is. Which is saying something, considering this whole freakin’ ordeal feels like it was designed by the universe or some malevolent god to humiliate him to no end.

“Yeah…”

Double doors fly open when the compact teen barrels through. He’s moving fast, on a mission, so focused on getting as much distance between himself and this stupid school that he hardly notices the two figures sitting side by side on the stone stairs anxiously awaiting his release. The leaner of the two jumps to his feet, calling out through the bothersome crack his voice has acquired thanks to puberty.

“Eddy!”

He whips around, jabbing a finger square between Double Dee’s eyes. The taller boy flinches back at the accusatory appendage.

“I aint talkin’ to you, snitch! Let’s go, Ed.”

The eldest of the bunch complies to the command, joining Eddy by his side. Edd huffs, shaking his fists, and with an indignant stomp of his sneakered foot is hot on the trail of his two friends. Seeing as there is a nasty storm cloud over Eddy’s head Ed opts to not ask too many questions. Instead he shares the exciting news:

“Double Dee and me saw two squirrels fighting over a nut while you were gone.”

“Sad story,” replies Eddy, inflection flat as a sheet of paper.

Meanwhile, the speed walking boy approaching from the rear isn’t so quick to change the subject.

“Come now! You can’t seriously think my intention was to smear your academic reputation!”

Eddy keeps stomping the pavement, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, and rolls his eyes in disbelief. The balls on this guy…

“Eddy, please,” Edd pleads, finally gaining, “The entire first floor was flooded. Given my proximity I responded in a manner that anyone in their right mind would. Honestly, are you suggesting I had a plethora of options?”

“Bull! Ya coulda kept your big. Mouth. Shut.” Eddy snarls through gritted teeth, shoulders tensing up to his ears.

“And be a complicit bystander? I think not,” replies Edd with a pout.

“Why do you make it out like I wanted that to happen!?” Eddy spits back, keeping his sights focused on the cracked cement.

“Who says I’m blaming you? It’s causality. You flushed an entire cafeteria tray and its contents down the toilet.”

“Ain’t my fault the lunch sucked mega balls! And why’s the school got plumbing from the Dark Ages? You saw that casserole.” He throws up two skeptical air quotes, “Would have been better off eatin’ rubber cement.”

“I think I saw it move,” Ed adds excitedly, grinning ear to ear.

Ed had eaten his serving of casserole with much relish, though, not before dunking it into his trusty thermos o’ gravy. It’s too bad that Eddy turned down the offer. The mental image of the subpar cafeteria slop alone makes both Edd and Eddy’s stomachs churn, let alone the gusto with which Ed manages to devour it.

“Yes. Well. I must say I was glad to have packed a garbanzo salad sandwich today based on the looks of things,” the teen in the beanie admits, punctuated with a nervous chuckle.

Eddy can’t help but look his friend in the face despite the stubborn front he’s working so hard to put up. Edd’s got a small smile but otherwise he looks ill at the recollection of the foul lunch offerings, his tongue peeking out through the gap as it presses against the back of his teeth. The husky boy cracks his own smile and stifles snort at his pal’s pathetic expression.

“Food so bad, even the crapper couldn’t stomach it,” Eddy throws in just for a kick.

It works - at least he and Ed chuckle over that and Edd shakes his head incredulously - burning off some of the uncomfortable tension that has been growing since the afternoon. The trio continue walking a few yards in the direction of home, lulling their arguing for just a moment to the sound of gravely footsteps, rustling leaves, and the jingle of Eddy’s wallet chain thumping against his thigh.

Sidewalks aren’t exactly wide enough to walk together in a line so it's unavoidable that every now and then, if they don’t split off into a triangle formation, that they bump shoulders. Eddy feels his shoulder nudge into Double Dee’s arm, then awkwardly clears his throat and sniffles against the chill fall air.

“I thought you weren’t talking to me,” heckles Double Dee with a pretentious sideways smirk.

Before he knows it, Eddy feels the back of his neck burning. For that alone he gives the wiry and historically uncoordinated teen a solid shove, causing him to stumble over his own two feet and step squarely into a soggy pile of street gutter leaves. The feeling of cold damp permeating through his shoe upper and soaking into his sock makes the boy yelp and shudder in disgust, a shiver running up his spine.

“Wet!” Edd wails. He shakes his sodden sneaker like a cat that's stepped in water and skips to catch up.

Of course Eddy laughs at Edd’s theatrics, very openly, which just sets Ed off to join him. Reveling in his buddy’s harmless misfortune, Ed throws an arm over Eddy’s shoulder which the shorter teen roughly shrugs off.

“Very good. I’ve received my comeuppance.” Edd sighs, wincing as his sock squelches with every other step.

A few tsks of disapproval are made by Ed seemingly out of the blue. Edd and Eddy are surprised to see their happy-go-lucky Lump looking uncharacteristically forlorn.

“How sad it must be to be a squirrel without a nut. What cruel, hostile world we must live in where there are not enough nuts to go around.” Ed punctuates the thought with a heavy sigh.

“I’m lookin’ at a nut right now.”

“Oh yeah?” Ed perks up, head whipping violently in search of it as though he can rectify the injustice he’d witnessed.

“Yeah, TWO of ‘em!“

Just as he says it, Eddy’s fist finds its way to the tall redhead’s vulnerable groin with an empty punch.

“DOH!”

Edd puts a bit of space between himself and Eddy.

“Fear not, Ed. Every squirrel has their day.”

“Good for them,” Eddy growls, his earlier gloating soured by envying, of all things, a fuzzy rat.

Seeing as his vapid positivity hasn’t exactly resonated with Eddy, Edd decides to take a more direct approach.

“So, what punishment has befallen you? Another detention.”

Eddy’s brows drop down over his eyes with a snarl. He sees a pebble a few steps ahead and when he reaches it gives it a good solid kick. It skitters wildly into the street.

“No.”

“Suspension.”

“No.”

“Disintegration?” Ed chimes in.

“I wish.”

“You’d make a fine puddle, you would.”

“Thanks, Ed,” Eddy rolls his eyes, shoving his chin down into the collar of his jacket.

He nearly jumps at the shriek-like sound of Edd’s gasp. It looks as though he’s doing a decent impression of that weird painting of the screaming guy.

“Good lord, please don’t tell me you’ve been… expelled!?” Edd can hardly say the word.

“No! Worse! I gotta join some bogus extracaricature.”

Double Dee’s hand flies, grabbing Eddy’s bicep. The sudden physical contact makes Eddy reflexively flinch.

“What a relief! You had me worried for a second.” An offended look on Eddy’s face does worry Edd and he realizes it’s because of the grasp he has on his arm. He swiftly releases it, putting his hand in his jacket pocket.

“Ah- A generously lenient outcome considering the extent of property damage. Participation in a peer activity? Hmm… Why, you could always join me on the junior debate team. What you lack in research skills you certainly make up for with your argumentative temperament.”

“Kill me already.”

Eddy sags under the weight of such a nerdy proposition.

“Oh, it wouldn’t be so bad.”

Craning his neck, Ed peers down curiously.

“Join me! We could always use a uh-” Ed pauses, counting on his fingers, “a third member on the team. You could even go by Mr. AV-Eddy.”

With a rough tug, Ed’s head snaps down to match his short-statured friend’s eye level, Eddy’s fist full of the pilling and frayed green jacket collar.

“Call me that at school and I’ll shove an 8 millimeter where the sun don’t shine.”

“Norway?”

“NO way. Don’t even try it.” Eddy threatens before letting go of Ed.

“You got it, Mr. Cool Guy I’d Never Ever Call AV-Eddy, uh, sir!”

To show his deference, Ed removes his monobrow and swears it over his heart.

They keep walking. It’s about a half hour trudge back to the cul-de-sac, but it sure beats the torment of the public school buses. Bottom of the food chain means getting the crappiest seats, or worse even, becoming completely separated. Much better to brave the biting wind for now: Eddy’s ears and nose are already ruddy. Come winter they might reassess.

It’s hard not to think he might be cursed: born with the dark mark. Maybe somewhere down his family line there was some cardinal sin committed that’s the root to all this. If he has to place bets it was probably those damn pilgrims that sold Peach Creek to the Kankers, the lot of inbred nitwits. Eddy sorta gets why his brother is the way he is. He knows deep down his parents treated him different from the jump. That he’s had it better, at least in some ways. Despite his bad luck he’s technically the lucky one. But there is still so much he doesn’t know. Stuff that when he brings it up mom just starts blubbering. He won’t even bring it up with dad. So teachers thought he was smart?

Over the last year, Double Dee has fretted over Eddy’s drawn out silences. Just like the one now. He can’t help but read far too deeply into whatever might preoccupy Eddy’s mind so much to leave him speechless. A more contemplative and reflective streak could be good for Eddy. Except Double Dee knows from personal experience how quickly things can go south inside the echo chamber of one’s own thoughts. He chews his lip as the worry gnaws away at him.

“Eddy? Was there… anything else you wanted to talk about?”

Eddy sniffs his running nose again, scowling. He shrugs.

“S’nothing. Everyone at this school’s got it out for me.”

The feeling of a gentle hand between his shoulder blades makes the back of his eyes burn. Dammit. He blinks hard, sniffing even harder.

“Not everyone.” Double Dee earnestly assures. Ed wraps another arm around him in a lax half hug and this time Eddy doesn’t shrug him off. Instead, he leans in.

“Okay, okay. Fine. Almost everyone.”

And that’s good enough for him.

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discodreaming · 6 months

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HELLO! i've now opened my inbox for my followers/mutuals to talk to their favorite character!

you can send in random sentences, inbox prompts that you see on my blog or even confess your love!

please be sure to be respectful and kind to not only me but the muses.

this will be very much like roleplaying. to continue communication you can send in more inboxes or you can even link the inbox to a conversation to communicate with your beau/family/friend!

please do not request any minors/anthropomorphic in romantic or sexual ways, I'm begging you. i will only reply to the platonic/familial ones.

you may talk to at least 2 muses at once in one message, all to prevent being overwhelmed. this may change once i get comfortable enough to handle more.

all romantic and nsft inboxes or starters towards muses will require slow burn

all ships are multishipped but can be single shipped if you guys can build up their romance meter!

this will only be reader x character, oc x character i will put on either another blog or a different post.

* note: i will accept 5 oc x character in this post for the time being: 1/5

however for certain events i can bend these rules for you to get a romantic scene with your crushes!

or even just hanging out with your friends!

characters i will write for right now:

note: this list will change every now and then as i advance further into the shows or a character is requested more!

if you don't see a character you like here and would like to see me try my hand at playing them, don't be shy to tell me!

bold = characters I've played before

one piece! ( pre timeskip )

romantic options: nico robin, nami, sanji, zoro, usopp, buggy, sir crocodile, dracule mihawk, shanks, portgas d. ace

platonic options: chopper, franky ( may change ), luffy ( im currently on the pretimeskip )

up to debate: please ask !

rwby ! ( all season 9 ages )

romantic options: weiss schnee, blake belladonna, yang xiao long, jaune arc, taiyang xiao long, raven branwen, qrow branwen, emerald sustari, sun wukong, neptune vasillias, james ironwood, winter schnee, mercury black

platonic options: ruby rose, nora valkyrie, lie ren, pyrrha nikos, penny polendina, professor ozpin, oscar pine, neopolitan

up to debate: salem, cinder fall

fruits basket !

romantic options: shigure sohma, hatori soma, ayame soma

platonic options: tohru honda, yuki sohma, kyo sohma

castlevania animated !

romantic options: trevor belmont, adrian 'alucard' tepes, sypha belnades

edens zero !

romantic options: rebecca bluegarden, weisz steiner, homura kogetsu, kris rutherford, shiki granbell, labilla christy

platonic: happy, witch regret, sister ivry, hermit mio, valkyrie yuna, elise crimson, justice

d.gray man !

romantic options: yu kanda, lavi, tyki mikk, howard link, cross marian

platonic: allen walker, lenalee lee, nea d. campbell, wisely kamelot

psycho pass !

romantic options: akane tsuneori, shinya kogami, nobuchika ginoza, shuusei kagari, yayoi kunizuka, shion karanomori, shogo makishima

platonic: tomomoi masaoka

owari no seraph

romantic options: guren ichinose, ferid bathory, kureto hiiragi, shinya hiragi, seishiro hiiragi, crowley eusford

platonic: yuichiro hyakuya, mikaela hyakuya, shinoa hiiragi, yoichi saotome, shiho kimizuki, mitsuba sangu, krul tepes

yuukou no moriarty

romantic options: william james moriarty, albert james moriarty, louis james moiarty, sherlock holmes, fred porlock, sebastian moran, mycroft holmes, james bond

fate/ ( /zero & /stay night)

romantic options: saber, kirei kotomine, gilgamesh, cu chulainn

platonic: shirou emiya, rin tohsaka, waver velvet

up to debate: kiritsugu emiya, irisviel von einzbern, archer emiya, tokiomi tohsaka, diamuid ua duibhne

please don't: shinji matou, ryuunosuke uryu

fairy tail

romantic options: lucy heartfilia, gray fullbuster, erza scarlet, mirajane strauss, laxus dreyar, gildarts clive, loke, elfman strauss, juvia lockser, fried justine, evergreen, bickslow, rogue cheney, sting eucliffe, kagura mikazuchi, aguria yukino, natsu dragneel, mystogan, cana alberona, gajeel redfox, erik, jellal fernandes

platonic: wendy marvell

record of ragnarok

romantic options: adam, jack the ripper, kojiro sasaki, qin shi huang, hades, beelzebub, hermes

platonic: souji okita

up to debate: the valkyries, nikolas tepes, thor, poseidon, apollo,

obey me

romantic options: lucifer, mammon, levianthan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor,diavolo, barbatos, simeon, raphael, solomon,

platonic: luke

up to debate: thirteen, mephistopheles

kingdom hearts ( kingdom hearts iii )

romantic options: terra, aqua, xemnas, zexion, saix, axel, demyx,

platonic: sora, kairi, riku, roxas, namine, xion, ventus, vanitas, ephemer, skuld, brain

genshin impact

romantic options: wriothesley, albedo, alhaitham, ayaka, ayato, baizhu, ajax, cyno, dehya, diluc, eula, ganyu, itto, jean, kazuha, kokomi, xiao, heizou, shenhe, kaeya, rosaria, yae miko, beidou, lisa, kaveh, zhongli, nigguang, neuvillette, yela, candace, thoma, yanfei

platonic: hu tao, venti, faruzan, sucrose, chongyun, freminet, layla, mika, fischl, collei, noelle, yun jin, barbara, xingqiu, amber, bennette, xinyan

up to debate: keqing, lyney, aether, lumine, wanderer, lynette, kuki shinobu, sara, kiara, gorou, mona, nilou, yoimiya, charlotte

please don't: klee, sayu, qiqi, diona, dori, nahida, yaoyao

final fantasy

romantic options: cloud strife, tifa lockhart, aerith gainsborough, zack fair, reno, rude, genesis rhapsodos, reeve tuesti, angel hewley, sephiroth, vincent valentine.

platonic: barret wallace, yuffie kisaragi

detroit become human

romantic options: connor, markus, gavin

platonic: kara, hank

devil may cry

romantic options: dante, nero, vergil

platonic: trish, nico, lady, v

jojo's bizarre adventure

romantic options: dio brando, joseph joestar ( part 2 & 3 ), caesar anthonio zeppeli, jotaro kujo ( 4-6 only ), rohan kishibe, bruno bucciarati, leone abbachio, narciso anasui, johnny joestar, gyro zeppeli, diego brando

debating: jonathan joestar, jolyne cujoh, weather report

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foxes-that-run · 6 months

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To be so lonely

TBSL is a drunk phone call with regret for how a relationship turned out. It has similarities to Say don’t go and Ready for it. Harry said (10:30) it was written in Bath. He said it was one of his favourites and a shame that people shout arrogant SOB at him. I love him so much:

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Arrogant son of a bitch

Arrogant SOB is a quote from this Notebook scene. It's a vulnerable, honest line from a hopeless romantic's favourite movie. Why would people scream it at him? Only played at 12 shows.

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Timeline

Harry wrote Fine Line in the first half 2018 and Cherry and Falling mid-year.

In October - January he was in Japan. The last Reputation show was in Tokyo in November. He wrote Little Freak & Ophelia then.

Taylor went back to the UK with Joe, In February she and Joe went to the Spaniards Inn (aka Harry's local) and she released Me!

To be so lonely is a drunk phone call when he is back in England around June 2019. (see also 2018-2020 and Fine line timelines

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Don't blame me for falling I was just a little boy Don’t blame the drunk caller Wasn't ready for it all

The first verse is clear that he's calling taylor:

‘Don't blame him for falling’ has a layered meaning, falling in love in the 1989 TV era (the irony now with vaults), falling off the friendship fine line (also in Daylight) and now falling into depression as in Falling.

He was just a little boy refers to his immaturity in the 1989 TV era, as detailed in Say don't go.

he responds to Taylor’s vengeful open to the Reputation tour and album: "Are you Ready for it.." with a soft gentle 'I wasn't ready at all'. This is layered, he wasn't ready to date an adult, for the fame, to be there for her insecurities in Slut and Say don’t go or to loose that love then or now.

[Pre-Chorus] You can't blame me, darling Not even a little bit, I was away And I’m just an arrogant son of a bitch Who can't admit when he's sorry

He's feeling sorry for himself, reflecting on having been emotionally numb when they dated (I was away). To Howard Stern he said every decision he’d made from 16 to 22 was as part of a group, going to therapy and working through his thoughts at that time.

the arrogant SOB line reminds us he is a gentle soul, he is sorry, he has done the work and can now see the effect he had on her. I love that line and wish people didn’t yell it.

he’s sorry, but as an arrogant sob that’s hard

[Chorus] Don't call me "baby" again, you got your reasons I know that you're tryna be friends, I know you mean it Don't call me "baby" again, it's hard for me to go home Be so lonely

Harry asked his muse to not call him baby, because he’s not with them. They are trying to be friends despite chemistry, they crossed the fine line of friendship and he’s drunk calling lonely that his beloved is not with him.

In Taylor’s later track, illicit affairs she has a similar line “And you wanna scream / Don't call me "kid" / Don't call me "baby" / Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me / You showed me colors / You know I can't see with anyone else”

He closes that it’s hard for him to be so lonely, it seems his beloved is not lonely because they are not single

[Verse 2] I just hope you see me in a little better light Do you think it's easy being of the jealous kind? ’Cause I miss the shape of your lips You’ll win, it's just a trick And this is it, so I’m sorry

He and this person have history, he wants to right. Little Freak “never saw his birthmark” is similar to me, Harry feels like Taylor did not get to see the real him, he was a little boy who wasn’t ready for it all. He regrets how things turned out and how she sees him.

He misses the shape of her lips, (red lips in style and two ghosts) in a leaked “I just wanna love you” he sang “'Cause I just wanna kiss you / And that's never gonna change / At least I'm honest with you, babe”

He’s jealous she’s with someone else, wishes they were together. He agrees it’s just a trick to get her attention, and he’s sorry.

[Bridge] And I'm just an arrogant son of a bitch Who can't admit when he's sorry [Chorus] Don't call me "baby" again, you got your reasons I know that you're tryna be friends, I know you mean it Don't call me "baby" again, it's hard for me to go home Be so lonely To be so lonely x5

:( he’s sad for how it ended, misses her

sees she wants to be friends but he can’t cope if she calls him baby because he wants her. Taylor has a similar sentiment “ Now that we don’t talk “Truth is, I can't pretend it's / Platonic, it's just ended, so”

She’s in a relationship and he wants to be with her.

#Youtube #haylor #to be so lonely #harry styles #fine line album

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aurumacadicus · 1 year

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For the fic title thing: Tony Stark's baby with stuckony?

YOOOOOOO I LOVED THIS TITLE IMMEDIATELY

Tony Stark's Baby

It had been a great scandal, Tony Stark appearing at his parent's table with news that he was with child. He'd been groomed for royalty. Perhaps not in the direct family line, but a cousin or niece, perhaps. He had the breeding, the finishing, the temperament. He would have made a good husband.

Now he was wasted. That was the word Howard had shouted at him. Wasted. As if that was all he'd raised his son for, to give to someone else. Then again... maybe he had. Tony had never really talked about him with warmth and affection.

If Howard had had any for him, it died that night when he gave Tony the choice to abort or leave. And no one had seen Tony since.

"I wonder if he ever told Howard who the father might be," Steve mused, lifting his hand to shield his eyes from the sun. They'd been riding for quite some time since they'd left the Stark estate.

Bucky scoffed, shaking his head. "Do you think that Howard would have let us leave the property alive if he knew it was one of us?"

Steve took a moment to really think of his answer. "No, you're right. He would have tried to kill at least one of us." He dropped his hand with a sigh. "I thought Howard was different."

"Yeah, I think his title went to his head," Bucky grumbled. He lifted his head a little. "Looks like we're almost there."

"It was nice of his ma to let him live on her property," Steve said, then grimaced when Bucky shot him an unimpressed frown. "I mean, obviously it's the least she could do for her son and grandchild, but I'm surprised Howard allowed it."

"They had a written agreement that this would be her property to control," Bucky reminded him. He pulled his horse in closer to Steve's, unable to help the smug smirk that crossed his lips as he quietly added, "Heard Howard tried to get her to kick Tony out anyway. Every single servant left the manor that night. I heard it was because they didn't want to be witnesses if Maria killed him."

Steve nodded a little. That made sense. Maria hadn't been the best mother to Tony, but he couldn't imagine her looking at her pregnant child and deciding both her son and his child should suffer, even if she could only bring herself to see the baby but once.

They made it over the hill and stopped to let their horses rest a bit from the climb. There was a little farm in the valley below. Self-sufficient, Clint had called it. No profit. He could grow enough for them to eat, but not enough that he could make more than a few coins with his spare vegetables. A kind gift, but also a punishment.

"Well," Steve said after a moment. "No point putting this off."

"Yeah," Bucky agreed quietly, and they nudged their horses forward again.

There was no one outside to meet them, but they hadn't really expected there to be. Tony couldn't afford to hire help, so any that he got were beholden to his mother, and they hadn't really ingratiated themselves to her, if the way her eyes went sharp with realization after their careful questioning were any indication. The yard had a few toys, but otherwise was well-kept. There was smoke coming from the chimney.

Steve and Bucky fussed with their horses a bit, then gave up on wasting time, putting off the inevitable. Either Tony would accept them, or he wouldn't. If he didn't, that was his right. They had gotten word about the scandal three years ago on the front lines, and maybe they could have come back then, if they'd pushed it. But Tony hadn't asked them to come home, so they didn't.

Steve knocked, then stepped over to press his shoulder to Bucky's. Bucky pressed closer.

The door opened, and Tony was there, tipping his head back to look up at them.

"You're late," Tony said, and then, before they could respond, he turned to step back inside. "Put your horses away. Supper's almost ready, and Harley will be waking from his nap."

"We can stay?" Bucky asked, unable to help his surprise.

Tony glanced back over his shoulder at them. "If you're taking responsibility," he answered carefully.

"We'll scream to the rooftops he's ours," Steve offered immediately.

"And that we plan to bond into a triad," Bucky added.

Tony tipped his head thoughtfully. "...Put your horses away," he repeated. "And if you're nice to me, maybe I'll give you a welcome home kiss."

"Fucking move," Steve said, throwing Bucky to the ground, and Bucky squawked in offense as he chased after him.

#ask meme #fic title meme #stuckony

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seraphtrevs · 2 years

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top 5 favourite brba/bcs metas?

I love this ask! In no particular order

The White's pool is literally an evil soul-sucking entity. I think it originated on reddit - the idea is that the pool is an ancient evil that drives the Whites to madness. The op admitted he wasn't serious, but it's such a wild idea to think about. Like, obviously it isn't true, but what if it were? Nearly every time the pool is involved in a scene, there is evil afoot - Walt making Flynn drink till he pukes, the refuse from the plane crash falling into it, the lily-of-the-valley plant used to poison Brock is by the pool, Skyler's suicide attempt...pretty evil stuff! This is something I love about meta - you can take really crazy ideas and try them on just for the fun. Either you'll end up more sure of what your original opinion was, or you'll have gained a new insight, or both. Like, thinking about the evil sentient pool made me think about the role a pool played in Gus's tragedy, and then how a pool brought Kim and Jimmy together on their first joint scam, and how Gus built a fountain - a pool - to Max, so both of the BCS pools are tinged with love and tragedy...anyway it lead to a really interesting thought path that I enjoyed walking down and it's also very funny

The musings of @septembersghost, my favorite BCS meta writer! I promise it's only partly because we agree a lot - she just has so many wonderful insights and always puts it so beautifully

Lalo is gay trutherism. A straight Lalo makes no sense as I have proven, and now that he's dead, we will never have anything to contradict it (I actually think point 1 of my argument is a little shaky in hindsight, but I firmly stand by 2 and 3!)

The fly is Lalo - the fly IS Lalo! It just is. And it's Lalo annoying Walt and Jesse to make Howard laugh

Nacho Christ Superstar AKA my thesis lol. I remember watching 6.03 and with every minute going wait....hold on...no, it can't be! ... A CHRIST ARC THEY'VE GIVEN HIM A CHRIST ARC THEY PUT HIM ON THE CROSS AND MADE HIM CARTEL JESUS OH MY LITERAL GOD. And of course Nacho Christ means that Lalo is Lalo Morningstar, who fails to tempt Nacho but makes a deal with Jimmy that costs him his soul. It's very fun for me that they're borrowing from cultural archetypes like this - it gives everything a mythic feel. Because BCS is only cosmetically a crime drama - it's a tragedy first and foremost, and tragedies are always larger than life

#ty!#ask games #asks #better call saul

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polizwrites · 6 months

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PoliZ's WIP Update - 1 Nov 2023

A surprisingly strong week - but will probably be slowing down for the rest of the month due to Real Life Stuff. I touched 3 fics (1 WIP & 2 new works) for a total of 2247 words, about half of which was on one fic .

On Ao3, I posted:

Carving Out Time Together - Pre-slash one-shot with Tony & Bucky spending time together on the seasonal activity,

Chapter One of Recessive Traits - a Werewolf!Tony fic featuring Howard Stark’s A+ parenting (and found family).

On Tumblr I posted:

A Close Call - a pre-war mutual pining Stucky ficlet

I have 21 semi-active WIPs 😬 with my current deadlines being the WinterIron Bingo which wraps on 16 Dec and Stucky’Verse Bingo which wraps on 22 Dec.

See below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc. As always, feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects or any other WIPs I’ve got out there. Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Seek & Destroy Collab

After reading @psychiccatpanda‘s amazing Morguna and the Green Queen, I got the itch to explore the Soldier’s POV and talked Faustie into collab’ing with me! We’re working on a new part of the series, and I’ve contributed about 900 words towards the 2500-ish we have so far. Going to see if I can squeeze any of my BBB squares into this fic.

Halloween Horror Bingo - [HHB_23] (unofficial end 31 Oct 2023)

This bingo is still technically active, but as of this morning I qualify for a B column bingo, so am not sure if I’ll try for any other squares at the moment.

* B1 - Dealing with Extreme Cold - Posted A Close Call to Tumblr - it crosses over with my BBB Cold and SVB Last Resort squares along with the Whumptober: Delirium prompt and came in at 817 words. It’s less spooky and more whumpy, but hopefully still qualifies.

* B2 - Getting Blood Samples - Posted the first chapter of Recessive Traits on the 29th - It’s a crossover with my TSB Animal Transformation square as well as Whumptober Troubled Past Resurfacing | “What happened to me?” and Flufftober Soothing Touch prompts. Tony becomes a werewolf due to Howard Stark’s A+ parenting, featuring found family before (and after) the Avengers. The chapter came in at 934 words and chapter two is sitting at 94 with a possible third chapter to wrap things up.

* B3 - Dealing with an Extraterrestrial swapping in my Alt1 completed prompt: A Hairy Situation - No Powers WinterHawk werewolf fic.

Fictober/Flufftober/Whumptober - [FFWtober_23] (Ends 31 Oct 2023)

I’m lumping these three prompt challenges together as I plan on mixing and matching with a goal of using at least four prompts from each list by the end of the month for a total of 12 prompts. I made it to eleven total prompts used with one more I’d like to do – so am pretty happy with that result.

* Whumptober Day 2: Delirium - see HHB Dealing with Extreme Cold

*Fictober Day 3: "Okay, show me." Filled with A Falcon Turned Phoenix - a post TFaWS Sam Wilson & Joaquin Torres ficlet.

* Flufftober Day 6: Corn Maze - filled with An A-maze-ing Afternoon - a Tony Stark/Stephen Strange bit of seasonal fluff.

* Fictober Day 9: "I wouldn't do that if I were you." - filled with Lessons Learned - a Sam Wilson/Clint Barton meet cute ficlet.

* Fictober Day 12: "I'm not saying I didn't like it." Posted a short Chapter 2 for Caught By the Rain and Blinded by the Lightning as a crossover with my TSB Pairing: Tony/Thor square.

* Whumptober Day 15: Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering – see HHB There’s something under the bed above.

* Fictober Day 20: “This better be good” and Flufftober Day 20: Pumpkin Filled with Carving Out Time Together which combines these prompts with my TSB Holiday Fic and WIB Pumpkin squares and the Flash Fiction Friday prompt By Candlelight - it’s a bit of pre-slash Tony & Bucky spending time together making jack-o-lanterns.

* Fictober Day 23: "No, you won't understand, ever." Tweaked the prompt a bit and combined it with my WIB Unreliable Narrator and BBB Never the Fall that Kills You squares for Cutting the Strings - where Tony intervenes a bit to help recovering!Bucky get some breathing room from Steve. It came in at 740 words and will post on Ao3 sometime before the bingos finish.

* Fictober Day 27: "I don't know if they will accept this." - This could be a fun combo with TSB T2 - KINK: Cock-blocking 'bots.

* Flufftober Day 28: Soothing Touch see HHB Getting Blood Samples above.

*Whumptober #29: Troubled Past Resurfacing | “What happened to me?” see HHB Getting Blood Samples above.

WinterIron Bingo - [WIB_R1] (Ends 16 Dec 2023)

I have nineteen fills completed and two WIPs for this brand-new bingo event that I’m helping mod! Along with crossfilling against my other bingos, I’m going to try to combine my B column squares for the Iron Soldier badge (complete a bingo with a single work). – Alpha Tony Stark, “That was not my intention.”, James Rhodes, Alpine loves Tony and Blind date. (Tony POV remix of A Sugar Coated Pill?)

* N1 - Bucharest – I think I can fold this into a future chapter of My Love is Vengeance - where a young!Tony and a recovering!Bucky have been kidnapped by Hydra, who still thinks Bucky is the Soldier.

* N4 - Unreliable Narrator - see FFWTober Day 23

* G2 - Eye contact during sex - Posted Chapter 6 of A Sugar-Coated Pill, last Friday, where Bucky figures out what making love really means, with Tony’s help. It crossed over with BBB KINK: Gentle Sex and came in at 1177 words

* G4 - AU: College Students – looking to expand Beaten to the Punch with some backstory on Bucky and Tony as science camp counselors to fit with this square - will also cross over with my WFB Volunteering Together square.

* O5 - Gentle – use this poem as inspiration?

* Oct Adoptable - Pumpkin – see FFWTober Day 20.

Stucky’Verse Bingo Round 1 - [SVB_R1] (Ends 22 Dec)

Twelve fills, three WIPs and a couple of ideas.

* A1 - Harem - crossover with CABB Secret/Forbidden Relationship - Bucky and shrimpy!Steve are both concubines who love each other more than their lord. I poked at this a little for 71 words.

* A5 - Haunted Hotel - combining with my SRB - Darcy Lewis & pJBB B1 - Ask the neighbor if they know why your apartment is haunted squares for A Kindly Word in Grief’s Dark Hour featuring modern!Bucky (kind of?) and ghost!Steve. It’s sitting at 1178 words and I plan to post on Friday as a belated Spooky Season fic.

* A4 - Fairy Tale Curse - this seems custom-made for a continuation of Beyond the Beast😁 Nothing written yet, other than some Vague Ideas.

* C3 - FREE - probably using this for Chapter 2 of Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole - a Bucky POV remix of at least the first part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right), which is currently sitting at 52 words. I’m expecting at least one more chapter, possibly two, depending on how far I want to take the remix.

* C5 - Last Resort - see HHB Dealing with Extreme Cold

Bucky Barnes Bingo - [BBB_R5] (Ends 10 Jan 2024)

I’ve got sixteen fills, four WIPs, and a couple more Vague ideas.

* B2 - KINK: Seduction Mission - See SWB Natasha Romanoff above.

* B5 - Cold - see HHB Dealing with Extreme Cold

* U1 - Never the fall that kills you - See FFWTober Day 23.

* U3 - Fireplace - Working on a 1980′s No Powers WinterIron fic set at a ski lodge where Tony’s being wooed by poetry and love letters that Bucky wrote to someone else. Started poking at this as a crossover with a Love Letters prompt and it’s sitting at 129 words.

* C2 - Yelena Belova– The plan is to use this prompt in the next chapter of Peresmešnik, (aka Three Avengers and a Baby), which is currently sitting at 1303 words (600-ish of which are mine).

* C5 - Marriage of Convenience/Pretend Couple - next chapter of Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion. Got a spark of an idea the other day that might get me a bit further on this fic.

* K3 - Magic - Aro!Bucky healing with a kiss idea?

* K4 - Accidental villany - the BBB Discord party resulted in a hilarious Mob AU communal story (mobster!Bucky & clueless!Steve plus Clint&Natasha&Scott shenanigans) that several of us did/are going to contribute to Rashomon-style.

Original plan was to squish this fill into Somewhere to Turn when I posted it to Ao3

* Y1 - Gentle Sex – In-progress Chapter 6 of Sugar-Coated Pill- see WIB Eye Contact During Sex.

* Y3 - Alpine - see WIB Iron Soldier combo.

* Y4 - Forgotten Things - using this for Chapter 4 of You Can’t Stop It With a Gun - it’s sitting at 116 words at the moment.

* Y5 - "This might as well happen" - see HHB Something Under the Bed above.

* May Adopted - Insomnia - finally got this filled with The Dead of Night, which also filled a Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF211 An Old Friend] along with my JBB FREE square. It came in at 317 words and will post to Ao3 before this event ends.

* August Adopted: Take the Shot - sounds like a WinterHawk fic to me… maybe cross over with JBB Touch-starved? Whumptober/Fictober possibilities as well.

Tony Stark Bingo Round 7 - [TSB_R7] (ends 15 Feb)

Fifteen fills and one WIPs, with a couple of ideas in play.

* S1 - Galaxy - possibly use in final chapter of Never More to Go Astray ?

* S3 - Pairing: Tony/Thor - see Fictober Day 12 above.

* T2 - KINK: Cock-blocking 'bots - see Fictober Day 27 above

* T3 - A pairing you've never done - @SomeSortofItalianRoast and I are looking at collabing on a Steve/Tony/Scott fic - possibly throw in a Flufftober/Fictober prompt?

* T5 - Shawarma - possible crossover with SAUB Canon Divergence – Battle of New York-related?

* A2 - KINK: Concubine - possible crossover with SAUB Gentle Dom

* A5 - Building your friends - used this for the Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII - September Round Robin - contributed 395 words to the overall fic.

* R1 - Animal Transformation - see HHB Getting Blood Samples

* R5 - Doppelganger/Evil Twins - The Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF214 Broken Mirror] got me at least a good start on the idea I’ve been playing with for this square. I posted NamNori on Tumblr and have a general idea of how I want to build on it to also fill my SAUB AU: Crack square. It’s currently sitting at 360 words.

* K4 - Holiday Fic - see FFWTober Day 23 above

* September Adopted: Tony/Stephen - see Flufftober Day 6 above

Stony AUniverse Bingo [SAUB_R1] (ends 15 Feb)

Another brand-new bingo I’m helping co-mod! Six fills, three WIPs and several crossover ideas already!

* S1 - Edging - Filled this with Ringing in the New, where Tony makes a suggestion to improve/change up their love life. It’s a crossover with a Flash Fiction Friday prompt: How Do You Use ‘It’? and came in at 324 words - I will post it to Ao3 before the event is over.

* S2 - AU: Crack - see TSB Doppelganger/Evil Twins

* S3 - AU: Wings - see SVB FREE square

* S5 - Accidental Baby Acquisition - see BBB Yelena Belova

* T1 - AU: Fantasy - CoffeeOwl shared a really cool dragon!Steve/indebted!Tony prompt in the ACB Discord server that I may be playing with for this.

* T4 - AU: Canon Divergence - see TSB Shawarma above.

* N2 - Mutual Pining - crossover with CABB Royal Knight?

* N3 - Gentle Dom - see TSB KINK: Concubine above

* Y4 - AU: Soulmates - @chrissihr posted a cool idea about Animated soulmarks, where only your SM sees your mark move - may try to do something with this!

Captain (America) Bottom Bingo - Round 2 [CABB] (ends 28 Feb 2024)

I signed up for a 3x3 card for this bingo and have four fills, one WIPs and a couple of crossover ideas.

* A2 - Secret/Forbidden Relationship - see SVB Harem

* B3 - Royal Knight - see SAUB Mutual Pining.

Post July Break Bingo [JBB_23p] (Ends Apr 2024)

@julybreakbingo is running another event to tide participants over with a 2x3 non-fandom-specific card - still working on potential crossovers.

* A1 - “It’s you. It’s always been you.” - This might fit in with my TSB Doppelgangers/Evil Twins fill NamNori above :: ponders::

* B1 - Ask the neighbor if they know why your apartment is haunted - see SVB Haunted Hotel

* B2 - Character’s personality is split into two different beings – I’ve never played with Bucky & the Soldier being two different people, but this seems like the perfect opportunity! Will see what might be a good crossover on BBB or WIB (or even SVB)

* C1 - Touch Starved – another good fit for a Bucky-centric fic. (Steve or Tony or Clint) possibly crossover with BBB Take the shot?

Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 3 [SRB_R3] (ends 15 Jun 2024)

Got my card and requested a few swaps - need to ponder possible crossovers, especially with SAUB, SBV & CABB

* C5 - Exes to Lovers - crossover with CABB - "B1 - "All I wanted was for you to be happy." – Bucky or Tony as the Ex? SAUB S4 - Arranged Marriage might be an additional crossover

* D1 - Multiple Submissives - crossover with CABB - C3 - Bath/shower sex and SAUB Y1 - Pre-Serum Steve Rogers?

* E1 - Darcy Lewis - See SRB A5 - Haunted Hotel

Warm and Fluffy Bingo - [WFB] (no end date)

I got my card from @warmandfluffybingocards back in February but really haven’t done much with it - however, I’m picking it back up for some crossover possibilities!

* O5 - Volunteering Together – see WIB AU: College Students

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On other creative fronts: I am working on a Spider-Man Stuffed With Character figure for a commission and am waiting to hear back from my Marvel Trumps Hate auction winners - I’ll be making either five or seven figures total (depending on whether my second-place person wants in)

If you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations, check out Stuffed With Character over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 150!). These soft stuffed figures are mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design requests for any fandom!

#writing stuff #wip wednesday #WIP Update #shameless self promo

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captainsophiestark · 2 years

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The Unholy Alliance

Daniel Sousa x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022!

Fandom: Marvel

Prompt: “How would that even work?”

Summary: Daniel and Y/N have been staring at each other longingly for months, and Jack and Peggy are tired of it. So, in a moment of history in the making, the two *team up* to find a way to get their coworkers to finally realize their feelings for each other.

Word Count: 1,940

Category: Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

Peggy's POV

I sighed heavily and took a long, long sip of my coffee. Tea was usually my drink of choice, but some mornings, the caffeine that came with tea just didn't cut it. This was one of those mornings.

I tried to force my brain to engage, but for some reason, it refused to. I stared out at the office without really seeing it. The massive stack of case files on my desk floated into my field of vision, even though I was actively trying not to look at it, until a hissing whisper to my left made me jump and snapped me out of my haze.

"Carter!"

I turned to see Jack Thompson, Chief of the New York SSR, leaning out of his office door and whisper-shouting towards me like children did when they wanted to share a secret. I silently raised an eyebrow at him, expecting an explanation, but instead he just motioned for me to join him in his office before disappearing back inside himself.

I sighed. If I wasn't awake enough for case files, I certainly wasn't awake enough for Jack Thompson's antics. But, on the other hand, whatever seemed to be going on with him would likely prove more interesting than my stack of case files.

I stood, since I couldn't exactly ignore Jack anyway. I walked into his office and shut the door behind me, then faced Jack, who sat behind his desk and watched my every move as I crossed the room to take a seat.

"What's got a bee in your bonnet?" I asked, kicking my feet up on his desk. He scowled, but didn't say anything, which is how I knew this must be serious.

"You saw Y/L/N and Sousa too, right?"

I took a deep breath and blinked, trying to figure out what he was referencing. Our two mutual friends had been dancing around each other for a month now, both painfully oblivious that their feelings were requited, and it had been hell for the entire office to watch. After another moment of thought, I realized they'd been hovering by the coffee maker together just before my stack of files had pulled my attention away, chatting, leaning into each other, and taking every opportunity to make even the smallest of physical contact.

"Yes, actually, I did. It really is remarkable that neither of them has realized how painfully hard the other is trying to flirt, isn't it?" I mused. Jack huffed.

"Remarkable's one word for it." I looked over at him, and he met my eyes with the same intensity as any of our most serious missions. "We need to do something, Carter."

"What? Jack, you must be kidding."

"Absolutely not. I'm going crazy watching those two every day. It was funny at first, but now it's just annoying, and it's distracting the other agents. I can't imagine it'll take much to push those two towards each other, so... c'mon, let's brainstorm something."

I leaned back in my chair, processing Jack's proposal. It was ridiculous. And Y/N and Daniel would both be furious with us if they knew what we were planning. And yet...

"You know what, Jack? I'm in." I took my feet off his desk and leaned forward instead. "Let's do this."

Jack and I bounced idea after idea off each other, each scheme getting crazier than the last. I couldn't help thinking we would've been better off doing this when we were both much less tired, but it was too late for either of us to back out now.

"Alright, what if we forced them to confess to each other-"

"Carter, how would that even work?"

"It's easy! We'd get some truth serum from Howard-"

"He has that?"

"Probably! And if he doesn't already I'm sure he'd be willing to make it-"

"Carter. What if we just locked them both in the interrogation room and didn't let them out until they got somewhere?"

I stared at Jack for a few beats, then huffed as I leaned back in my chair.

"Well, I suppose if you want to do it the boring way."

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Y/N's POV

"Peggy, what's going on? Are you sure you're doing okay, you seem exhausted."

"I'm fine," she insisted, pulling me along as we speed-walked towards the interrogation room. "It's just an urgent case that I need you on, right now."

"Alright.... You wanna tell me anything about this guy I'm supposed to be interrogating?"

"You should know plenty already, don't worry."

I frowned and started to ask another question, but stopped short when I saw Jack standing outside the interrogation room with his arms crossed.

"You guys, you're starting to freak me out a little. What is-"

Before I could finish my sentence, Jack yanked open the door and Peggy heaved me through before I could catch myself. I stumbled into the interrogation room and came face to face with a fuming Daniel Sousa, handcuffed to the desk, as the door slammed shut behind me.

Daniel and I stared at each other for a few beats as my brain tried to process the last few moments. Finally, I straightened up and gave Daniel a bewildered look.

"What just happened?"

Daniel huffed through his nose, and even in the dim lighting of the interrogation room, I could see a furious blush rising on his neck.

"I guess Jack and Peggy got bored and decided to mess with us to cure their boredom."

I blinked at him, then turned to the now-closed door. I took a few steps forward and rattled the doorknob, but it didn't budge. Jack and Peggy had seriously locked us in here.

"Did you get arrested?" I asked, turning back to Daniel. "Is this like that whole thing when you guys arrested Peggy last year?"

"No," sighed Daniel. "I think they just... I don't know. I don't know what those two were thinking."

He stared at the floor and shook his head, momentarily lost in his own thoughts. I couldn't help staring at him, my heart picking up speed just a little bit. There were certainly worse fates than being locked in here with Daniel, as far as I was concerned.

After a second, Daniel took a deep breath and looked up at me, the blush now creeping onto his cheeks as well.

"Y/N, would you mind grabbing the key to undo these handcuffs?"

I started, mentally kicking myself for not thinking of it earlier.

"Oh, yeah, of course! Did you... happen to see where the key is?"

"Jack tossed it in the corner," he said, nodding towards the corner of the room farthest from him. "I'm gonna kill him when we get outta here."

"I'll help," I said, giving Daniel a small smile as I moved to retrieve the key. I walked back to stand in front of Daniel, and he held his hands out as far as he could for me to unlock. I tried to take deep breaths and calm my racing heart as we stood almost chest to chest, but I wasn't having much success.

I'd had a crush on Daniel pretty much since the day I'd met him. He was handsome, and funny, and a total sweetheart. Who could ask for anything more?

I carefully took Daniel's right wrist in my hand, then started trying to unlock the cuffs. My hands were shaking just a little bit, and the handcuffs were beat to hell and absolutely needed to be replaced, so it was taking much longer than I wanted it to.

"So..." I said, trying to ease the tension a little as I worked at the lock. "Any idea why Jack and Peggy did this to us? They're kind of the last people I would've expected a team-up from."

"Yeah..." Daniel sighed, and I glanced up at him to find him staring at me, an emotion I couldn't quite place on his face. "I... I don't know what they were thinking."

The lock finally clicked on the handcuff, and I met Daniel's eyes with a triumphant smile. He had a similar smile on his own face, and as we stared at each other and the moment stretched on, I became painfully aware of just how close together we were. He was officially free from the desk, and yet neither of us had moved to step away from each other. That, combined with the furious blush on his face and the way he was looking at me... the pieces finally clicked into place.

"Y/N... listen, I know this might not be a great time, since we're both locked in here for who knows how much longer, but I feel like I should tell you-"

"Daniel. I know." His eyebrows went up, and he blushed a little deeper as the realization continued to wash over me. I'd been so stressed and blinded by my own feelings that I hadn't even noticed Daniel's until now. "It took me an embarrassingly long time to see it, but... I know. And I feel the same."

"Yeah?" asked Daniel, a breathy hope in his voice.

"Yeah."

Daniel smiled, and so did I. Cautiously, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer, and I wasted no time wrapping my arms around his neck. After entirely too long dancing around each other–enough time that Jack and Peggy had actually teamed up to do something about it–we were finally doing something about our feelings. And it felt great.

My lips had just barely brushed Daniel's when the door to the interrogation room went flying open. Daniel and I whirled to find Jack standing there, holding the door wide open.

"FINALLY! Glad this plan worked and the two of you finally stopped being idiots," he said. "But the whole point of this was so none of us had to see you two being all lovey-dovey in the office anymore, so get out."

"Jack-!"

"Nope, c'mon. I'm giving you the rest of the night off to finally go on a date together, so let's go."

"Jack, that's actually... kind of sweet," I said, taking a half-step towards him. He just huffed and rolled his eyes, then held the door open a little wider.

"Yeah, whatever. I finally got Carter to go home and get some sleep, so you two just get the hell out of here so I can have a few peaceful hours of work for once, alright?"

Daniel and I exchanged knowing smiles, then headed out the door past Thompson together. We didn't waste a minute before heading out onto the streets of New York, breathing in the refreshing night air and letting the energy of the city light us up.

"So... where do you want to go?" asked Daniel, a mile-wide grin on his face. I beamed back at him as I took his hand in mine.

"I'm happy to go wherever, as long as it's with you," I said. I paused, then after a moment, continued. "But I could actually really go for some Chinese food right now."

Daniel laughed. "Alright, then Chinese food it is. And, lucky for you, my sister just turned me on to the best place a few blocks from here."

He tugged me into his side, wrapping his arm around me as we headed down the street together, deliriously happy and truly the picture of a comfortable, happy couple. It had been a long time coming, and despite the fact that I'd almost had a heart attack in the interrogation room earlier, being with Daniel now felt like the most natural thing in the world.

I'd found my soulmate, and now that we were together, I was never letting go.

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A Quick Analysis of Arline

Arline Griscom*, wife of Shadow agent Cliff Marsland, is one of those characters whom I adore for her potential rather than for what made it onto the page -- because, to be frank, the page barely gives us anything to work with, and what it does give us kinda sucks.

(*Note: I tag her as Arline Marsland, but she never canonically takes his last name.)

She is in the canon so little that I can -- and will -- transcribe her every appearance in this one post without hitting the picture limit -- and then proceed to wring them for every drop of information I can get. Join me, won't you.

Arline's first, largest, and only named appearance is in #009: Mobsmen on the Spot.

Before her actual appearance, Cliff rudely compares Madge Benton to her.

She was attractive, despite her freakish mode of dress. Too many sparkling rings. Too much makeup. Her blond hair, although effective in appearance, indicated peroxide treatments. Cliff mentally compared the woman with others he remembered from years ago; the others profited by the comparison -- particularly one --

Madge deserves her own post another time, but for now: fuck off, Cliff.

Elsewhere, in a seemingly-unrelated plot thread, we meet Arline.

The door opened and a charming young woman entered. From her manner, one might have placed her age at thirty; her face appeared much younger -- almost girlish. She made a beautiful picture as she stood, exquisitely gowned, against the dim background of the doorway. She was evidently returning from a party. "Come in, Arline," said Howard Griscom, as the woman hesitated. "Arline, you know Mr Ballantyne. This gentleman is Mr Cranston." The girl extended her hand. Lamont Cranston received the clasp, and his keen eyes stared steadily into hers. Arline seemed solemn as she returned the gaze. There was something in those eyes that fascinated her. Their keenness made her think of eyes that she had seen long ago -- the eyes of another man, a man she had tried to forget. As Cranston released her hand, Arline crossed the room and kissed Howard Griscom. The theater owner smiled as he saw Cranston watching them from the door. "My only daughter," he said. "My only child, now.["]

A brief physical description and a not-so-subtle foreshadowing of her connection to the other person in this book who's pining for their ex.

This, the earlier comparison to Madge, and a later mention of her looking up at Cliff are the only physical descriptions she ever gets. Based on that we can deduce that she's intended to be medium-height or smaller, perhaps even petite given her 'girlishness'; she's conventionally attractive by 1930s standards so likely slender and pale, and probably a natural blond to contrast Madge's peroxide blond. She has an elegant but not overly flashy sense of style and understated makeup, again based on Cliff's contrasting impression of Madge.

(You might notice I don't draw her this way. I design her the way I do for Reasons but I won't get into them now because this post is about canon.)

Fifty pages later she returns, and she gets a line!

While Bud Sherman was setting up the camera, Arline Griscom entered the office. The woman smiled pleasantly at Lamont Cranston, who bowed in return. She spoke to her father; then she noticed the camera, and asked why it was there. [Griscom answers.] [Cranston muses.] ["]Saturday afternoon is a time to expect trouble." "What's is [sic] the matter, Daddy?" questioned Arline. "Nothing, dear," replied Griscom. "I am going down to the theater office. Come along with me. [...]" As Griscom and his daughter left the office, Cranston spoke to Sherman.

'Daddy' from a thirty-year-old woman is kinda iffy now but not an unusual word choice for these books so I give it a pass. This scene doesn't really accomplish anything except to further establish Arline as a presence in the narrative.

This book really needed another editing pass, but I'm not sure how many of the typos and punctuation errors are original and how many can be blamed on my New English Library print.

Back with Cliff, we learn Arline is a society dame.

["]You don't ever think of any other woman, do you?" "Not now." Cliff had been thinking of another woman, one whose photograph he had seen in the society section of yesterday's newspaper.

And Cliff is a dirty liar.

Anyway, later.

The door opened and his daughter entered. Arline was beautiful today. She bowed politely to Lamont Cranston; then walked forward to greet her father. With his arm on the young woman's shoulder. Howard Griscom walked into the other office, while Arline spoke consolingly. [...] [Cranston] bade goodbye to the Griscoms as he left. Arline remained with her father for several minutes. Then she, too, departed.

One more fairly pointless scene to establish her presence.

She proceeds to be kidnapped off-screen.

He paused to answer the telephone, which had begun to ring. Belden watched him with catlike stealth. "Arline?" questioned Griscom. "Yes? What!" His face turned ashen. "I can't believe it. Tell me -- where are you now? What's that? If I say a word it may mean death -- to you? Arline! Arline!"

Howard Griscom does not heed this warning and contacts the police, Cliff fortunately gets a tip-off from Madge that leads him to where Arline's been taken, and we get a proper scene!

On the cot sat a young woman[,] her head resting upon her hand. She was alone. Cliff entered and closed the door noiselessly. He approached. She looked up and suppressed a startled cry. "Arline!" whispered Cliff. Sudden recognition dawned upon the woman. Before she could respond, Cliff had gripped her shoulders and had raised her to her feet. He kissed her, with all the ardor of forgotten years; then suddenly, he stepped away and bowed his head. "Forgive me, Arline," he said. "Forgive me. I forgot--" "Forgot what, Cliff?["] The woman was clinging to him now. She was looking up with tear-dimmed, pleading eyes. "Forgot that I'm a jailbird," said Cliff bitterly. "Just out of Sing Sing -- a few weeks ago --" "I didn't know that, Cliff," said Arline. "I've been waiting for you, Cliff, hoping that you'd come back to me." "But Arline--" "I know everything, Cliff. My brother told me -- before he died. It was for him that you went to prison -- and for me, Cliff! He had gone wrong, Cliff -- after father sent him away in a fit of anger. "When he came to your room, fleeing from the police, you took the blame for the robbery he had committed. You fought them with the gun you had taken from him, while he escaped. "He told me months later, after he came back home. He died, you know, after a terrible illness. Father was broken, Cliff. It would have killed him -- that's why I couldn't speak. "Brother had killed a man, too, before the robbery. That was never laid to you. If it had been, I would have spoken. Oh, Cliff--" The woman's voice choked -- "Can't you see that I've been waiting -- that I love you -- love you with a greater, fuller love --" Thoughts of danger were forgotten. Cliff was kissing Arline's tear-stained cheeks. All the grief of years had passed in a moment. Arline knew -- she understood -- and Cliff had not told her. He had remained true to his vow that he would protect the name of the brother of the woman he loved!

Not that we ever learn that brother's name. Seriously, that's a little weird. That's not the only weird thing here but I'll get to that in a second cuz our lovebirds still got shit to take care of.

Cliff whispered to Arline. "There's a woman here," he said. "Where is she?" "In the next room," replied Arline. "It adjoins this one. That's where -- where the brute who brought me here stays. He went out -- with another man. They will be back soon. "The woman -- her name is Madge -- was locked in here with me. She found the door to the next room open; but it was bolted from the outside like this one. She's there now. We must get her--" Arline's head dropped forward. She was about to fall from the chair. Dropping his automatic on the cot, Cliff grasped her before she slipped to the floor. As he steadied her, Arline recovered her senses and smiled. "I'm all right, Cliff," she said. "I'm all right, Cliff--"

Bad timing for a faint, but men in this series faint all the time -- including her dad earlier -- so I'm not gonna dock anything for that.

However, this is as good a point as any to bring up that Arline... really has zero agency. Here, she and Madge are being held together, and it's only Madge who does anything about it. Arline stays behind with her head in her hands while Madge gets to a phone to call for help.

I can imagine scenarios where that's reasonable. What I can't fathom is that Arline never did anything about Cliff, the man she supposedly loves. Sure, her dad seems fragile and maybe trying to overturn the ruling would've killed him -- but she couldn't visit? She couldn't write? Her brother confessed after months, what the hell was she doing for seven years?

Especially considering that passivity is not reflected in her actions to follow.

They get caught, Cliff tries to go for the dropped gun but fails.

Cliff sprawled unconscious. Arline leaped toward him with a small cry of anguish. Shires caught her with one arm and laughed.

I won't transcribe the whole scene but Shires proceeds to manhandle Arline and try to kiss her. She slaps him, manages to break free and backs away against a wall.

Shires's boss Durgan then shoots him, mistaking him for the guy Madge has been sleeping around with.

Arline, startled and bewildered, had her first glimpse of sudden death when she saw the gangster crumple on the floor. Durgan stood above the body, gloating.

As Durgan quickly realizes his mistake, Arline also springs into action.

Arline Griscom realized Killer Durgan's intention. She had been horrified at the sight of death; now, her love for Cliff spurred her to desperation. She flung herself upon the brutal murderer and battled tooth and nail, while Cliff tried vainly to rise. With a mighty effort, Durgan flung the struggling woman against the wall. Before she could regain her feet, she saw his arm turn toward the corner where Cliff lay. Two shots roared. Arline screamed. Then she stared bewildered.

Of course, the shots were not from Durgan.

Then Arline realized whence the shots had come. The outer door of the room had opened. There stood a man in black, garbed in a flowing cloak. [...] Cliff was rising now. Arline could see his tense gaze directed toward the man in black. Cliff's lips were moving. "The Shadow!" he was saying. "The Shadow!" A low soft laugh came from the man in black. It was the strangest laugh that Arline had ever heard. It chilled her; it frightened her, for it carried a tone of menace. Yet, instinctively, she knew that the laugh was one of triumph -- that the man in black had come as a friend. She knew that she and Cliff had been saved[.] [...] [The Shadow] saw Arline rise to meet Cliff. Again The Shadow laughed. Suddenly, he turned and disappeared through the doorway. Cliff had fully regained his senses. The back of his head was aching; but he had one desire that made him forget that pain. He must take Arline from this room of horror! He steadied the woman with his arm. Together, they made their way to the hall. Before them lay an open door that led to a stairway. They followed the path ahead. They reached a side alley and walked through to the street beyond. Cliff hailed a cab. Arline leaned against him as they rode toward her home. She was weak, but happy. She had found the man she loved! He had come to rescue her, against great odds!

D'aww.

So... yeah. When the chips are down, she doesn't faint, she doesn't run, she doesn't sit back and scream (although those are all valid responses). She fights. She fights for herself, she fights for Cliff. She watches people get shot and she pulls herself together and goes after the killer with her bare hands.

You mean to tell me that this dainty little society lady did not lift a finger in seven-plus years but is ready to go toe to toe with a guy literally called Killer? Nah, that doesn't add up.

Back to the story, Shads goes to clear up some loose ends and we get an epilogue with Cliff and Arline.

Cliff Marsland was reading the latest copy of the New York Sphere. The newspaper was a week old. Arline Griscom smiled as she saw him devouring the reports. They were on their honeymoon in France. Howard Griscom had suggested the trip. Arline had told her father the truth about her brother. He had borne it easily, for the ending of his recent worries had made him able to stand a shock from the past. [...] Arline uttered an exclamation of delight as she saw a headline over Cliff's shoulder. She pointed to it.

The headline is about her dad's theater merger going through. Cliff has some thoughts about The Shadow's unstated role behind the various headlines, and then the book ends. Happy ending, they're married now, yaaay. (Although, as I noted before, she does not appear to take his last name.)

So here we have a character who is closely connected to a Shadow agent, who knows he works for The Shadow, and knows that The Shadow is a trusted friend -- but who doesn't work for him, herself. Is that not fascinating? What kind of wrinkles does her presence create? What skills does she bring to the table? How does she get utilized by the narrative?

The answer is, she... doesn't.

Cliff and Arline aren't in book 10. In #011: Double Z, Shads gathers his troops.

--another man who had business in New York was opening a letter at his breakfast table in his home in New Jersey. This was Cliff Marsland, a veteran of the World War, who had done his part in a recent campaign against the New York racketeers. [...] "Darling," he said to his wife, "I think it would be a good idea for you to take that Florida trip with your father. So plan to leave with him tonight. I have work to do that may take me away for a while--"

Scene change. She is not named. She doesn't get a reaction.

In the next book, #012: The Crime Cult, Cliff is once again on a job and making excuses for why he hasn't been in New York, but the truth is--

Cliff was married to the daughter of a theater owner. His wife and his father-in-law were now in Europe. During their absence, Cliff Marsland was back in service with The Shadow.

And then... that's it. She is never mentioned again. She doesn't die, she doesn't divorce Cliff, she's just quietly forgotten.

And it's such a waste.

I won't claim she's well-written or anything. I think I've made it clear here that she is not. She's mostly defined by the men in her life -- Cliff's wife, Griscom's daughter, even her unnamed brother -- and is passive to the point she barely exists away from the page.

But good god the potential is there, and that potential fascinates me.

I have so many thoughts and headcanons and questions about Arline, but this post is long enough, so I'll conclude with this:

I love Arline. I love Cliff being a happily married man. If I ever got a chance to make a Shadow adaptation, I would absolutely keep Arline around-- and delve into what she was getting up to for seven years, because I don't buy that she was just demurely attending society events while the man she loved languished in prison. No way.

I love her, your honor.

#crimefighter critique #character analysis #arline marsland #cliff marsland #the shadow #long post #009: mobsmen on the spot #011: double z #012: the crime cult #sometimes you just gotta latch on to a minor character for no gd reason #i don't expect anyone to actually read this dw friends

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“Are you sure that you can do this?” (Spencer @ Anamaria)

from some long forgotten meme in my tag // @pagetreader

"Of course she can do this!"

Anamaria bristled, her eyes moving alone as she spared a glance to her employer. He was always doing that, speaking for her.

"Poor son of a bitch may have made a good rug. Pity about the hole between his eyes."

Howard was knelt beside the beast's corpse; she had always been aware that he enjoyed hunting, but she'd never the misfortune of accompanying him on any of his outings.

She remained wordless, drifting her gaze back to Mr. Dutton, carefully winding the bandages around his forearm. It was more a flesh wound than anything substantial, but it seemed wrong not to see through the gesture. Not knowing the first thing about handling a gun, she wasn't foolish enough to make perhaps her only protector cross.

"Is that too tight?" Her eyes helplessly asked, trying to meet his gaze, trying to ignore Howard's incessant musings.

"You should take commissions." The sound of match striking matchbook was oddly loud, noisy in the stillness after the hunt; she awaited idly, expecting a waft of smoke to greet her; she half-needed one herself. "Know plenty of bastards who might be in the market for tours like this."

#maketh me to wake in green pastures #pagetreader #blood tw #?? maybe

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Diary of a Big Ole Gay - 2/21/2023

Hey whores, I realized that its been a minute but I've lost a bit of steam this month on my Search for gay smooches. but lets get this out of the way not because I don't want to make you cum emotional, intellectional, and academically but because daddy is very busy this week and he wants to make sure that we have some time together before I have to get back to work. *kisses*

(sorry that metaphor got away from me by which I mean it became aggresively sexual... woops)

I Was a Male War Bride (1949) dir. Howard Hawks

This was a recent favorite of this list which is ironic because its the least gayest film on this list. I was a Male War Bride is essentially one half enemies to lovers and one half bueracratic farce as Cary Grant deals with a goverment system that expects a women but gets a man. In some small sense thats pretty politically clear but this film is objectively straight in a pretty wholesome way. You have what is clearly a partnership of equals and cary grant is put into this submissive role as the male in the relationship.

The Reason why its on this list is that Cary Grant does drag in this. I noticed that moving into the post war not only does the use of cross-dressing deminish but the Coquette Drag, (serving fish, serving cunt, hunty), is replaced with Edward S. Porter Spinster drag. These men are supposeed to look uggo honey. TBF cary grant has a very butch face so its a bit of a miss sweedie situration but the producers purposely wanted him to appear "manish" in his depiction. Honestly compare this with Some Like It Hot.

Testament of Orpheus (1960) dir. Jean Cocteau

The ending of the Orphic Trilogy, its arthouse in the most aggresively way possible. We see a lot of his stylistic choices and what we get is a Sister Age-esque story of coming to terms with death.

This film is a little more visually gayer then Orpheus. Cocteau gropes his muse a bunch in this but if anything this series is the epitome of the Gay Artiste trope and while very Kinema very Movie Critic, it has a lack of overt queer text that I'm looking for on this list.

Olivia (1951) dir. Jacqueline Audry

A spiritual sucessor to Madchen in Uniform this is a movie that is more gay in the sense that theres more lesbians in it. This film has a lot of similar elements, (the gynocentric world of a isolated boarding school and mommy kinks), but it for me at least doesn't have the same queer longing that I loved about MIU.

However this is a must watch for the sapphics so don't listen to the man-words of this little homo.

Everything Else I Watched.

oof lets see the entire filmography of Emile Reynaud. First 20 Bitesize Nightmares shorts. The Prom Night, Ginger Snaps, Cube, and Rec Sequels. Slumber Party Massacre 2. Some shorts from Bruce of Los Angelas, Every Stag Film on LB except for the Virgin in Hot Pants. Oh and Battleship Potemkin. So I've been busy watching other stuff.

Also shout out to Raquel 1:1(2022) I reviewed it for Breaking Glass and its actually pretty good.

#diary #first gay kiss #queer cinema #I was a male war bride #Testament of Orpheus #Olivia 1951

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Rubs my hands together and then slaps the names of all your TVC OC muses down on the table. Give Us Halloween Facts!!! // @teardownheaven

Candel Silverio: Victoriana chic! It's not her standard look at all, stiff ruby brocade and deep gorgeous midnight shades, but Halloween is a busy time for the Mystic Alley. She has to as much dress for the occasion as dress to impress, to sell a story and an eyecatch for her little shop. The spooky old world madame of her dominion of back rooms and candlelit parlors. She's in a lush evening gown with lace elements and a corset that's made of real bone -- but please don't ask after what creatures bones make the inner workings. Bonus is her alligator familiar is curled up in her little bed with a novelty headband festooned to her head. She's a kitty cat!

Josette St. Yves: Going full drag! Has the drawn on stubble, has the shaded adams apple, has the shoulder pads and the slicked back hair and is just selling it. Like her bestie the aforementioned Candel, is going for a more historic look, with matching brocade vest and a long coat the color of sin. The dandy to Candel's noble lady. If you detect in her Vampire verse that she's imitating her 'older brother' slightly, no the fuck you do not. She's not here to sell anything or impress, she's just in town to have some fun and take her oldest friend out for a drink once the shop closes down. Probably has on some era extant accessories courtesy of her Maker.

Karin Lindholm: She's working tonight. She's got responsibilities. Halloween is a fucking nightmare on the Island. Don't ask her to dress up. She's going to do it anyway, but don't ask her to do it. It has to be done spur of the moment as she's throwing her clothes on. Cream button up blouse, dark pants, overlapping dual belts, high riding boots, an old capelet and most importantly, a single earring. No one has any idea what in Hell she is supposed to be. This was a calculated risk she took and she is hilariously bad at math. Only asks if someone has read Mistborn once before feeling too cringe to ask again. Don't worry about her outfit. None of you know what a Vin is.

Kris Lindholm: To the shock of absolutely no one, Lestat. However, she's very proud of herself this year, as a lot of the outfit is either thrifted or DIY'd. Shes becoming a real punk step by step. Spent several evenings at her bestie Mahmoud's house borrowing his mom's sewing machine to get the velvet coat made. It walks a fine line between the iconic Tom Cruise 'Interview' look and some of the in-universe 'IRL' Lestat's music video ensembles. It's everything she ever wanted in a look, but her hair's going to be begging for mercy between the bleaching dyeing and color correcting and then curling it for the authenticity. She's also gone heavy on the contour and makeup effects. Who is she.

Susan Howard: Susan is 50+ years old. Susan is a professional and a fearsome hunter of the undead. She does not have time to dress up for it. If anything, she's spending a night in, drawing up plans and having a festive spicy drink. She's in her knit sweatpants, a half-buttoned flannel, and a lovingly woven old shawl from another life. Her hair is pulled up into a utilitarian bun with a pen forgotten at the base. She's poised over her desk, reviewing building plans, cross-referencing historical records, the sounds of a classic horror movie totally ignored but whispering away from another room. It's simultaneously cozy dark academia and subtly offputting, the whole vibe of her rented room at odds with itself.

Yalizaveta Molyboga: Naughty nun. It amused her. She's played many roles in her time and costumes are a strange sort of comfort to her, her nightly haircut hidden away under a wimple and her marble thighs exposed to the cool night air. She was never Catholic in life, and was turned as a scrawny serf girl, so she has no real idea why she chose this, but she's having fun. Moving among living rabble jubilating in the streets, Vieta's having a fun time herself, just enjoying the vibe and roaming part. On several occasions she has offered passerby 'Body of Christ' via a shot glass and the contents of a vodka bottle strapped to her waist. Sufficed to say, she's a hit and a features on social media feeds throughout the night.

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