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Angel Belladonna Cake

Many years have changed.

Many years people have changed.

Many years the world has change.

Ever since the closing curtain call of the century's end, many things has change. The outfits, the food, the way people live, everything big or small was slowly change for a new book cover shade.

People of London walk in groups, chatting their morning away as they work as busy bees as always, the daily gossip fresh on the lips of the maidens dressed so fine in dresses and hair built up and tight. "Lady Elizabeth's husband is back from a trip I hear." "Does this mean we'll finally see him, the mystery husband of the Midford name?" "I due hope so. I bet he's handsome thanks to that lovely angel they birthed."

Indeed, the topic is even different than years before. Before it was who the beautiful and talented Lady Elizabeth Midford was going to wed after the chaotic reveal of two fiances, whom she'll pick base on statues of love in her heart. However, that quickly change upon sudden news within her 18th birthday nearer of a mysterious noble waltz in and the two fell instantly for each other and quickly wed. The mystery groom, Sir Lord Banishes Calamities, however is never seen in public besides their wedding day and a few hosted parties.

Many assumed he wasn't real until the birth of the Midford Family's heir of the next generation and beauty of her parents, Bella.

The very same Bella that across the ways of London's street to a large home just by the countryside who dances across polish marble floors so elegantly and smooth, a silver sword in hand as her partner.

Much like the gossips, Bella Midford is indeed a beauty. Long raven black hair in wisps and curls that reach down her back like a elegant cape, skin as smooth and perfect as a fine statue of Ancient Greece in the flesh color of a light beige and almond, a strong thin nose with a natural pink flush many would envy years ahead of time, large dark emerald eyes of a natural glimmering glow, and natural pale red lips fill as a rose petal. She also happens to have grown quiet tall after the setting sun of her 9th birthday with a lanky thin build lots of women in the Era would kill to have in a healthy way without the works of corsets or many pounds of powder.

The man she fights fall to the ground in a hard echoing thud as the girl stands perfect still with a grin of victory. A clap catches both their heads as a beautiful woman with blonde longs done up in a bun dressed so beautifully in blacks and greens walking to them. "Wonderful work Bella, you're getting better everyday." Said she, her voice sweet and comforting like honey. Bella smiles bright and turns a heel as she speaks, her voice similar but a slightly deeper pitch, "I learn from the best teachers after all mama."

As the sun reached it's full peek the scent of floral heaven sweeps up into the warm summer air to any nose and lung living around the recent edges of two large manors beside each other with a creek and small patch of forest splitting between their large lands just the outskirts of London's busy life style. Blue bells and white roses of many colors and size grow along the walls and ground of the manors in beautiful harmony as a morning bird chirps and chirps and chirps.

A man dressed in black walks down the halls as the morning light seeps in through the windows of dark blue lace curtains creating a beautiful design dark blue hue shade of shadows, in front of him he wheels a cart of tea cups and plates of soft sweet treats. He stops at a door and enters after gentle knocks, walking into a room painted white with flares of blue shades of many and silver threaded twinkles across and dangle across the ceiling and walls like frozen dew drops of the morning rain of April, against the wall center farthest away from the door sat a bed of soft comfort with a figure of two lay comfortably within each other's warmth.

The gent in black pulls the curtains open letting the sun come in fully, "Young master, Lady Doll, it is time to wake up."

At the same time as them, a figure of dark skin and light lavender waves of a short mop of hair dressed in a white ruffled blouse and black pants with brown boots to match walks into a large room filled with lavender and bluebells with a bundle of blankets rests in the large bed center of the room. With gentle hands and a soft they spoke, "Wake up little one. The morning is awaiting your play." The small figure under the bundle of blankets squirm in circles and groan, "Untie...Leave me be..."

"Untie can't let that happy star-shine." They giggles and shook the body more.

As the figures snug in their bed arose, figures of three and six others that follow suit helps get the day started with laundry, food, and garden work in clockwork until things were ready within a lovely greenhouse sat built in between the lands.

A grown man with dark hair and a eyepatch walks in along side a lovely brunette both holding the hands of children who seem extra tired, one ten the other eight, one boy and one girl. After the four seated the other doors opened and a handsome blonde lad waltz in holding a very sleepy light brown curls of a boy in his arms. "Good morning loves." "Good morning Alois."

The two new comers sat down as the man dressed in black and a beautiful maid with her long light hair tied in a braid down her back and dark skin got the breakfast tea and foods ready while everyone talk among themselves back and forth.

Over the years Ciel and Alois have change quite a lot. No long are their bodies and faces soften clay but have no sharpened or bold themselves, no longer do they wear shorts and high heeled boots to try and fit the statue cue of height and status wealth but now reached the desired height they longed for with Alois, much to Ciel's dismay, still peeks over the dark haired man by a few inches. Doll, much like the boys, have changed very much as well. Her body is no longer covered in her gender but now shaped and curved as a proper woman's body with her brown hair long and always tucked away in a stylish up-do that shows her new found status as Lady Phantomhive.

Ah yes, yet another thing so different than before.

Before, the two would simply hide away in their teenage curiosity and yell at each other almost every second they see each other. But over time, much like their bodies, their minds and feelings have shifted to a more different shade of things such as now always cuddling close to each other and bore three children they adore. Yes, three. Another thing different since then again was also the relationship of Ciel and Alois. Much like Doll's and his relationship, they never got along despite the many run ins and things they have in common with one another. However, over time those feelings faded to a nice even ground where Alois also comes to accepting Doll as someone close to him. Though sometimes they bicker and playfully argue over Ciel.

The three children are just perfect copies of their parents; The first born son, Albert, and the little only daughter, Rachel, tend to look much like their father at his young age but with the nose and freckles from their mother though some argue Albert as more of Doll's blue eyes than Ciel's. The youngest son, middle child Anthony, has the brown locks and nose and eye color of his mother but the eye shape and lips of his father Alois as well as the curly hair gene but still share hand in hand the two types of freckles both parents share. To everyone the three children are Phantomhives, but of course behind close doors and the walls of both manors they are known as Trancy's and Kelvin's though Doll had a long road of using that title since her youth.

But one thing more different than the rest still scratches even the other servants' heads-

"Untie didn't let me sleep in..." Whined tired little Anthony as he rubbed his tied blues of marble orbs. His awakening friend pouts at the sudden drag of mud on their name. The three adults around the table chuckle as Alois rubs both Anthony's and their hairs, "Brair simply wanted to see you star-shine."

They, Brair, smiles at the words and stands beside the maid and another woman who's dressed in a dark purple gown with pale white skin smooth and unaffected by anything and beautiful violet eyes under her light light short lashes that goes well with her soft curly white hair tied tightly in a braided bun behind her head.

Another thing different than before that many can't believe is a demon madam from Hell, most feared even by a Lord of Hell himself, has taken a shunned broken angel as her wife.

Over the time since taking effect the contract of Alois Trancy, Hannah Annafellows has found and taken cared of Angela, a once well known maid of Lord Henry Barrymore and was once a enemy of Ciel for trying to arrange his demise. Despite everything, the two simply found home together. Angela has long since lost her connection of Ash, her male counterpart, and began working between the households and over time that love and acceptance grew a child between them. Their sweet little Brair Rose of the dawn.

Brair glanced to their left to the butler who speaks with a smile and smiles softly in measure, "Are you excited for the party Mr Sebastian?" They asked. The butler in black's smile grew wider by ten inches, a happy glow glimmering within his red eyes. "Indeed I am."

Sebastian still recalls the feeling of holding such a tiny life form for the first time. She was so small red face and crying from the cold, her little fists were clutch tight. He has held babies many times before and after was no break, hell he was there for all the births to come, but nothing quite match the feeling of awe he felt upon holding just that one baby girl.

Domestic life was never once a lifestyle he desired even thinking about having but of course a certain human has to ruin that idea when he became that boy's butler, for without him he would never dare meet the lady who captured his heart freely and gifted him such a wonderful baby. She's a perfect mix of him and Elizabeth it drove poor Sebastian nuts on how that can be.

Sebastian blinks out his thoughts when he heard a crow caw above his head, bringing back to the now as he drives the carriage down the road to the manor he sees in his view, a smile coming to his face as he softly rubs the ring around his finger under his gloves.

This is dedicated to @sebalizzie and @annoyinglyshinycherryblossom and honestly @nullb1rdbones cause they have helped me accept a lot more ships than I would assume

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[spooky-bunnys]

I absolutely love how you write, it's so light and fresh, so genuine that it's a delight to read! I just love your profile ✨🖤🌸

It may be one of Edward Cullen x MaleReader! Edward leaves MaleReader when he meets Bella convinced that she was his true love but breaks her heart in the process, MaleReader is rude and charismatic at heart but it affected him so he just walks away from the cullens and moves on with his life falling madly in love with a man who later discovers that he is a demon who roams the earth in search of his own happiness and both come together for it. Both begin to love each other and join the Volturi for battle as spectators taking care of collateral damage and guarding the injured, both were a power couple in the Volturi coven. Edward just watches helplessly as his old love was more than happy with his new family and love.

Warning this is a slight crossover with Black Butler. But I hope you enjoy!

New and Better Family

Edward ANGST

(Name) had always been there with him. Through everything. How does he get repaid? Getting replaced. By a fucking human. A HUMAN OF ALL THINGS! He was done. (Name) was in his and Edward's shared room. Packing a bag. Emmett and Jasper stood in the door way. Trying to talk him out of leaving. Rosalie knew exactly how he felt and thought he deserved to leave if he wanted to. Alice?

"(Name) your over reacting! You should be happy!" (Name) ignored her. Continuing to pack his bag. Carlise was calming Esme down in his office. When (Name) announced he was leaving, Esme immediately tried talking him out of it. She didn't understand why he was so upset. She knew him and Edward were mates. But Edward kept saying he found his true mate. Then practically threw (Name) aside.

Zipping up the bag (Name) shoved the three out of his way running out of the room and out the front door. He left the Cullen's resident and coven. When he was far enough he finally felt it. The mate thread broke. He felt to his knees holding his chest. It hurt. But what hurt worse? Seeing someone you gave everything up for....give you up. (Name) growled standing brushing the dirt off him and headed back....home.

When he arrived back in Italy he felt broken. He knew how his father figure was gonna react to not only him coming home but....the fact that he let Edward do what he did. When he arrived to the castle the guards immediately bowed. The Vampire Prince returns. He quickly made his way to the throne room. Throwing open the door and throwing his bag at a random guard member. Throwing himself into his uncles arms.

Marcus upon seeing the broken mate string immediately held his nephew close. He knew the feeling all too well of losing a mate. Caius jumped from his throne about to march over but seeing his son cry in his brothers arms knew something was up. So he sat back down grumbling lowly. Aro looked confused but pleased that his nephew returned. When he went to ask something Marcus rose a hand to him.

When their hands made contact Aro's face dropped. Oh that stupid Cullen boy. He released his brothers hand and grabbed his other brothers arm leading them out of the room. Giving the two privacy. Caius began arguing about how he needed to stay by his sons side when Aro explained what he saw. (Name) catching Edward cheating. How Edward explained that Bella was his true mate. How he was tossed aside for a human girl. How his mate string is broken.

Caius saw red. He was ready to declare war against the Cullens. Ready to destroy the coven for how that boy and the seer treated his precious son like trash. Aro gently grabbed Caius's shoulders. "Wait brother. Before you do that give (Name) time to properly heal before trying to destroy those he holds close." Caius frowned deeply. It was true his son held some of the Cullens dear. He sighed and nodded. First thing he needs to do is comfort his son.

Upon reentering the throne room Caius saw how his son was asleep on Marcus. His power still amazed him. (Name) could sleep and eat like any human. But his vampire powers were more powerful then anyone the kings know. Which is why he was so special to the Volturi. Caius made his way over and carefully lifted his son into his arms. He nodded to his brother before making his way to his son's wing of the castle.

Once (Name) was in bed and covered Caius sworn revenge for his son. He never wanted to see his son like this ever again. He'd make sure those who broke him will pay. With not only their lives, but their happiness. Caius ran a hand through (Name)'s hair knowing it calmed him down. Once (Name) was better he'd introduce him to the new guards, his wife, and everyone in the Volturi.

It didn't take as long as (Name) thought it would to heal his broken heart. Being surrounded by his old and new family's love was something he was grateful for. It was when (Name) decided to leave the castle to feed did he find his true mate. A tall man with shiny black hair. Eyes that told a thousand stories. A smile that made him feel things Edward never did. And a touch that was more addicting then anything. (Yes. You are mated to Sebastian. Cause he's better then Edgelord Edward)

When (Name) told his family about his true mate many things happened. Aro was overjoyed knowing his nephew finally got what he deserved. Marcus was confused upon seeing the string which was uch different then anything he's seen but still happy for (Name). Caius. Well. He didn't react too well. Since (Name) had been sneaking out of the castle for nearly a year to be with his mate.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Caius roared. Seeing an unknown person all over his child. Caius was ready to rip his head off and burn his body and dance in the ashes. Marcus spoke up silencing everyone. "Truly remarkable." Upon seeing the confused faces around him he held his hand out to Aro. Who gleefully took it. And started laughing madly upon seeing the true mate string. But it was different. "Just what are you?" Aro asked speeding into the man's face.

The smirk on the man's face didn't waver. Only grew. "I am a Demon. I've been searching for love and happiness for centuries. Until I stumbled across little (Name) here." (Name) was shocked and hurt. His mate was a demon? Why didn't he tell him? The male stuck his hand out to Aro. Smirk still plastered on his face. "I'm Sebastian." Aro took his hand and frowned upon getting nothing from the male.

Sebastian smirked more seeing the frown. "Sorry to say this but your power doesn't work on me." Aro smiled. Seeing the statement as a challenge. Oh he liked this Sebastian. "(Name)? Darling what's wrong?" Everyone turned to (Name) who looked extremely hurt. "Why didn't you tell me you were a demon? I knew you weren't human and told you what I was...." Caius stood from his throne and made his way to the couple.

"Well. Maybe it's because there is a law against it." Caius threw out there. Hoping to cheer his son up. Which worked. (Name) nodded knowing that every species have rules. Caius then glared at Sebastian. "Well since you are the mate of my son I will introduce myself. I am Volturi King Caius. Father of (Name)." Sebastian then looked surprised before smirking broadly.

Sebastian dipped (Name) making him squeak. "Oh~ so your royalty? Well then this is gonna be fun." (Name) then growled and shoved him away blushing. "Stupid flirty demon." Caius smiled. He missed seeing his son so happy. He hoped nothing will damage their happiness. But sadly Caius had jinxed it. Cause not much later the Volturi received an invite to the wedding of Edward Mason Cullen and Isabella Marie Swan.

(Name) threw the invitation into the library fire. After spending decades together Edward refused marriage. Now a few years with a human and he gets married? (Name) was growling and cursing every word in the Italian dictionary. Sebastian chuckled and wrapped his arms around (Name). Bringing him to lay against his chest. Sitting them in (Name)'s favorite chair. "Aww what's wrong my angry prince?"

(Name) glared at him and punched him in the chest. Sebastian didn't react. (Name) frowned more before he sighed. "It's just...we spend a very long time together. I proposed every decade because I knew he wouldn't but he rejected me every single time!" (Name) threw his arms up. "Then some clumsy clown of a human stumbles into his life and he throws me away like I'm some animal carcus." Sebastian leaned into (Name)'s ear before speaking softly.

"Just imagine though. If he had agreed, we never would've met." (Name) freezes. He was right. (Name) didn't need that stupid Edgelord. He had Sebastian. Who actually loved and cared for him. "Why don't we get married?" (Name) stopped breathing. Did he hear that right? "What?" He asked breathlessly. Sebastian chuckled. Seeing his normal hateful mate speechless. "I said let's get married."

(Name) turned and looked at him. Trying to see if he was serious. Sebastian was. He as holding out a ring with a (size) red gem. (Name) smiled widely and threw himself more into Sebastian screaming out a yes. The kings (mainly Caius) broke the door down. Wondering what was going on until they saw the crying (Name) with a ring on his left ring finger. They each cheered (except Caius he roared at the Demon for not asking him permission before giving him his blessing).

The wedding was wonderful. Many covens and demons came. Including Sebastians son figure Ciel who gave one look at (Name) before nodding tell Sebastian "He's good. Don't do anything bloody stupid." (Name) knew the two were gonna get along greatly and even invited Ciel to move into his wing in the castle. To which surprisingly he agreed. After the wedding and helping Ciel moving into the castle, Sebastian and (Name) went on their honeymoon to England.

(Name) loved the sights and culture. Taking many pictures and grabbing suviners for his family. But sadly the honeymoon was cut short when (Name) got a call from a furious Caius about the making of an immortal child. When they arrived back to Italy (Name) headed straight to the throne room. Annoyed that his wonderful honey moon was interrupted. But his mood worsen upon finding out it was his ex that was responsible.

"I knew he was stupid. But I didn't think he was that bloody fucking stupid." (Name) had a slight English accent from his honeymoon which not gonna lie Sebastian was enjoying. Very much. "What makes you so sure that they actually did make an immortal child? I mean this is Carlise's coven we're talking about. He may let Edgelord walk over him but he wouldn't allowed him to break such a law." He had a point. That's when Aro rose a hand. "We have a witness young (Name)."

That's all he needed to know before smirking widely. Sebastian felt a lustful shiver run down his back. 'Oh the way that smirk looked on (Name)' he thought. Ciel who was in the throne room shot his a disgusted look. "Now isn't the time to get horny you stupid demon!" He definitely fit in the family. It didn't take long for the Volturi to gather their own witnesses. When they were ready they immediately headed out.

When (Name) arrived on the battle field, the first thing he did was make eye contact with Edward. Who looked extremely surprised to see him. Sebastian growled loudly and dragged (Name) into his arms. Holding him close and tight. Ciel immediately understand the situation stepped in front of him. Sending a hateful glare his way. Both Demon's eyes were glowing red with murderous intentions.

(Name) placed a hand on Sebastian's right cheek and another on Ciel's left shoulder. Letting them know he was fine. Both stood their ground. Edward looked heart broken. That's when Marcus gave his hand to Aro who laughed like a phsyco. "Ah dear Edward! Was throwing away your mate worth spending eternity with your blood singer. Who is in fact NOT your true mate?" Edward frowned and glared at Aro.

(Name) smirked and opened his mouth. "We should really be thanking him Uncle Aro." Everyone on the Cullen's side looked shocked at the reveal. "Oh? Why is that young (Name)?" Aro asked with the biggest grin on his face. He knew where (Name) was going with this. "Well. If he hadn't thrown me away I never would've met my true mate." The Cullen side froze. Jaws dropped looking at him is disbelief. "Or gotten the son I always wanted."

(Name) pulled Ciel close and smirked at them. Ciel blushed looking away. Sebastian chuckled. "That's a lovely speech darling~" Sebastian turned (Name)'s face and kissed him passionately making direct eye contact with Edward. As if to say "Stay away. He's mine now". Edward looked away hurt. When Sebastian released him (Name) immediately elbowed him in the stomach blushing madly. He had covered Ciels eyes and was now holding him close.

"But yes. Thank you Edward. Cause now I'm the happiest I've ever been and it's all thanks to you." Edward doesn't know why he was so hurt and jealous seeing (Name) wrapped in someone else's arms. Their bond had been broken. So why was he feeling like this? He didn't realize what it was until the end of the battle. Which he had surprisingly lost. Be he knew if he was against (Name) he'd lose. But what surprised him was how well he fought with his new family.

A family in which Edward had given him.....by letting him go stupidly.

#male reader #x male reader #twilight #twilight x male reader #black butler #black butler x male reader #crossover

[larkandkatydid]

Books Inspired by Poor Things, a movie I enjoyed, but not as much as I enjoyed these books.

Angela Carter, Nights at the Circus. This book, about a winged woman born and raised in a brothel who embarks on an adventure across Tsarist Russia is what I thought of most wistfully while watching Poor Things. This is my favorite Angela Carter novel and a pretty great first novel is you are new to Carter.

Octavia Butler, Fledgling: This is the Octavia Butler vampire novel. This is the one I think of wistfully while watching IWTV, thinking of how Butler's early death deprived the world of equally strange and unsettling exploration of how vampires live, love and create families.

Jeanette Winterson, Sexing the Cherry: A sexy, weird fairy tale taking place during the English Civil War. There's a tulip used as a dildo in the first chapter, which isn't important but is delightful.

Rene Depestre, Hadriana In All My Dreams: This is the only book on this list that isn't written by a woman, and there are several places where that is obvious. However, this is such a lushly written, humane story about what happens after a beautiful girl is turned into a zombie.

Jeanette Ng, Under the Pendulum Sun: I talk about this book all the time, but that's because I love it an exceptional amount. A theological gothic horror about two Victorian siblings who are missionaries to the Fairy Queen.

Kaitlyn Greenrdge, Libertie: This is the first entirely non-supernatural historical novel on this list: A coming-of-age-ish story about the daughter of a black woman physician as she goes to college, is married, travels to Haiti with her new husband and experiences a sexual and moral awakening that I found much more true and compelling than that of Bella Baxter.

Nghi Vo, The Chosen and The Beautiful: I realize the whole idea of this book is an absurd joke, but I respect Vo for having both the confidence to charge right in with "Great Gatsby but Magic" as a concept and for having the restraint to limit the magic in the book to just two-three extremely resonant examples. This book is not without some amateur moves, but I enjoyed it immensely.

Angela Carter, Wise Children: I'm allowed to put more Angela Carter on this list because it's my list. This is my other favorite Carter novel, a Shakespearean farce about two elderly twins as they reminisce about their wild lives as vaudeville performers. Full of incest and weird sex and great Shakespeare jokes. Like if Shakespeare in Love ended with an 80 year old woman having sex with her 100 year old uncle. There's no book that makes me feel more joy and satisfaction.

Zadie Smith, The Fraud: Another, non-supernatural historical novel about a woman living during the Victorian era surrounded by a bunch of full-of-shit intellectual men.

#all of these books have the kinds of sex that morons want me to warn you against #but i shan't

[alespov]

my, my those eyes.-L.Kennedy

Tw: 18++ smut, porn with plot. Slight degradation, one night stand, the smut is terrible, sorry l'm insecure about it. Minors dni - you will be blocked! Could also be a part 2

a/n : hope you enjoy loves * feedback is appreciated!

As you gazed upon your reflection in the mirror, a deep sense of satisfaction washed over you. An invitation to a masquerade ball from your friends had landed on your doorstep and you knew this was your chance to dress up and shine. You scoured your wardrobe for the most beautiful dress that would make you stand out, and paired it with your favorite heels. Opting for a more minimalistic makeup look, knowing that the mask would cover most of your face anyway.

Anticipation built as you waited for the sleek black limousine that promised to transport you to a secret location. Shivering in the chilled night air, you hugged your coat close to your body and savored the feeling of the soft fabric against your skin. Spotting the gleaming headlights in the distance, you held your breath and watched as the limousine gracefully glided towards you. As the driver stepped out and tipped his hat, a sense of excitement washed over you. "Welcome, dear," he greeted you warmly, beckoning you inside with a smile.

You flashed a warm smile at the kindly man before gracefully stepping into the luxurious limousine. Your group of friends immediately welcomed you with excited chatter and joyful greetings as you took your seat and got settled in. "So, where exactly are we headed?" Your friend Bella asked, a note of curiosity in her voice, prompting a lively discussion amongst the group as everyone eagerly tried to guess their ultimate destination.

The luxurious limousine glided down the winding road as you and your friends chattered excitedly about your day and the upcoming evening of dancing together. Suddenly, in the distance, the majestic castle appeared on the horizon. Your heart skipped a beat as you gasped in wonder, and your friends were equally amazed, their expressions reflecting the awe-inspiring sight ahead.

The limousine pulled into the driveway and the driver opened the door, “enjoy the dance ladies.” He winked at everyone, everyone thanked the driver and you made your way in.

Upon your arrival, the butler graciously greeted you in the grand entrance hall before escorting the entire party to the main floor. There, you found yourself captivated by the breathtaking dance floor. The mesmerizing patterns adorning the walls, exquisite sculptures, and the regal ambience of the castle left an indelible impression on everyone present.
“Remember ladies your mask, don’t take it off.” The butler reminded you.

As individuals dispersed in various directions, you gracefully acquired a glass of wine from a passing waitress. Casually strolling with your drink in hand, your phone vibrated subtly in your clutch, momentarily demanding your attention. Unwittingly distracted, you collided with a distinguished gentleman. Your eyes shot upwards as you unleashed a torrent of sincere apologies.

The moment your gaze met his, an electrifying connection forged between you. An inexplicable yearning welled up within you, urging you to bridge the distance and reach out to him. He was strikingly handsome - his countenance reminiscent of an immaculately sculpted Greek statue. You had never before laid eyes on someone so captivating.

"I, uh," you stammered, internally berating yourself for the awkwardness. "I'm really sorry," you managed to blurt out, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The man offered you a cunning grin in response.

"No worries; I'm Leon," he casually introduced himself, his voice strong and confident. As a wave of giddiness washed over you, you mustered a shy smile.

"Hi, Leon."

In the blink of an eye, you exchanged captivating gazes, and soon found yourselves playfully stumbling over one another, laughter bubbling out uncontrollably. The wine had perhaps worked its magic a tad too effectively on both of you. Leon leaned in closer, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine as he fumbled with the delicate strap of your dress. Eagerly and with haste, you both hurried to find a vacant room away from the ever-watchful eyes of others.

Your breath caught in your throat. Then he pulled you up against him. Your lips pressed together and you tried to catch your breath. Your hands were on his strong shoulders. You wanted him and wanted his hands on you.

"Please,"you whispered.

"Please what?" he asked. as if he didn't know.

He pulled back and looked at you ."I want you. "He smiled.

It was a sexy smile, full of promise. He took your hand and led you to bed.
You out a little giggle and he laughed , he then kissed your neck. His hand slid down your back, and over your ass, and into the small of your back. He squeezed your ass and you moaned. He kissed your neck again then felt yourself getting wetter.

He grinned and slid off his belt, he ran the leather over your exposed skin, which caused you to moan. “ I know my pretty slut, you like that don’t you.” His lips moved down your neck, then he kissed your breasts leaving bite marks and trails of saliva.

He ran the leather belt over your ass and you moaned again. He then slid one finger between your legs. You gasped in awe.

He slid another finger inside you while you whimpered. He rubbed your clit. Then you started to grind against him.
He groaned, and you pushed harder against him. You could feel his cock hardening against your thigh. He then slipped two fingers inside of you while you moaned He moved his fingers faster. You could feel your orgasm building.

He bit your neck while you came, your pussy tightened around his fingers. He kept rubbing your clit . You felt his fingers get slick with your juices. He turned you around on the bed and pushed you face first into the sheets.
He kissed down your back . You arched your back wanting more. He moved your legs apart He pushed his cock inside of you. Getting bored of this angle, he pulled out and flipped you back over, he leaned down and kissed you.
He ripped what was left of your panties off and rubbed his cock against your wet pussy. You gasped at the feeling as he shoved himself inside.

He thrust into you, harder and harder while your head spun in ecstasy you felt his cock growing even bigger.
He grabbed your hips and fucked you right. You wrapped your legs around him. He pounded into you, which caused you to scream. . He kissed you to keep you quiet. He finally came inside you,he kissed you again.

You came again and felt his cock soften inside you and pulled out.

He sighed and gathered his clothes, and got dresses. “Until next time.” With that he walked out of the room.

#┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ allyse talks ┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ #leon kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy x you #id!leon kennedy #leon x you #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x fem!reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon smut #leon s kennedy x y/n #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #re4 leon #leon kennedy smut #resident evil leon #leon kennedy x reader smut #death island leon #Spotify

[ssriuser]

long list of celebs who are currently or have a history of supporting israel if u see someone not on this list please add to it in the comments or tags!!

amy schumer, sacha baron cohen, selena gomez, gal gadot, fran drescher, pharrell williams, jamie lee curtis, sarah silverman, gerard butler, ashton kutcher, katharine mcphee, arnold schwarzenegger, mayim bialik, michael rapaport, floyd mayweather, seal, debra messing, josh gad, noah schnapp, jerry seinfeld, timothee chalamet, madonna, chris rock, bella thorne, adam sandler, eugene levy, james corden, courteney cox, billy porter, barbra streisand, pamela anderson jack black, isla fisher, jason sudeikis, justin timberlake, jessica biel, jon hamm, judd apatow, annabelle dexter-jones, ben stiller, chelsea handler, mandy moore, eli roth, karlie kloss, chloe fineman, natalie portman, helen mirren, michael douglas, josh peck, jason alexander, lance bass, jim gaffigan, kris jenner, florence pugh, liev schreiber, ashley tisdale, reese witherspoon, justin bieber, mila kunis, sofia richie, nina dobrev, paris jackson, rita ora, katy perry, lindsay lohan, dwayne johnson, chris pine, andy garcia, nikki glaser, zachary levi, george lopez, howie mandel, quentin tarantino, nicholas sparks, kathy griffin, heather locklear, sarah michelle gellar, andy cohen, bono, max greenfield, jennifer love hewitt, busy philipps, alison brie, sara bareilles, sarah paulson, brooklyn beckham, jk rowling, patton oswalt, lebron james, jon voight, ellen degeneres, kim karshian, khloe kardashian, demi lovato, slyvester stallone, jessie j, addison rae, jon bon jovi, sharon osbourne, neil patrick harris

#i know nobody is prob gonna see this #israel #palestine #free palestine #anti zionisim

[polaris-ab]

genuine question. why is everyone so cool with proshipping in some cases and not others? like for example, why are Bella and Edward from Twilight seen as a good couple when Bella is a minor and Edward's like 100 years old. But at the same time people hate the idea of Ciel and Sebastian from Black Butler as a couple because Ciel is minor and Sebastian is like 100 years old (or older I can't remember)?? Are they not essentially the same thing?

Is there a specific reason that grooming girls is seen as more acceptable and romantic by the mainstreem but grooming boys isn't?

or is it because one is anime and the other isn't? I feel like someone who's really smart could analyze this question and give some good insights but I'm actually so baffled by it all lol

#black butler #sebaciel #twilight #im not trying to fight. im just noticing things lol

[amphiptere-art]

List of characters/worlds.

OC world

The locked door

Shadow wars

Shadon

Shadow

Vecerin

The brother

The sister

The light dragon king

The light dragon Prince

The hybrid

The hybrids partner

dreamers musings

Various

Chains

I will dig out that folder later.

Moss and car-car

Moss (spinosaurus)

Car-car (baby carcharodontosaurus)

Territory seeking sub adult carcharodontosaurus

FNAF

Warehouse

Dim/Dawn/Dusk

Sun

Moon

Glam Bonnie

Glam foxy

Glam Freddy

Music Man

Owner YN

Warehouse daycare

Sun

Moon

Frank the cat

Owner YN

Mechanical medic

Ralph the repair dragon

Sun

Moon

Other animatronics in the Plex

Perrfect thief

Cat King YN

Detective Sun

Police officer Moon

Gang leader Eclipse

Underground informant leader DJ

Underground informer ballerina

Underground informer mangle

Underground informer Bonnie

Rusted wheels

Sun

Moon

Rattler

Rabbit raiders

Cryptid eater

Hunter/Cryptid YN

Hunter Sun

Hunter Moon

Hunter eclipse

Saving Waves

Moon

Sun

Darkened Dawn (eclipse)

Silver reflection (Luna)

Red Wave (Blood Moon)

Monty

Freddy

Chica

Roxy

Stop you silly siren

Captain Eclipse

First mate Sun

Navigator/siren moon

Arcade project

Eclipse

Blackstar

Planet

Sun

Moon

Blood Moon

Pluto

Tsams

Red blue and black

Blue Moon (lunar/blood moon)

Sun

Moon

Black Star (eclipse)

Monty

Frankie the cat

Sundown dance the dinosaur

Horn the Dragon

Adopted by

Remorseful Lord Eclipse, Chaos

Lord's brother, infero

Kid eclipse, Moom

Adopted characters

TF traveler, refracted glow

TF trapped, crushed glow

TF servant sun, dying fire

TF Void, No light

TF ghosty, wisp

Recovering blood moon

CtOS solar

AE solar (attempted)

Old Tsams

Lunar

Sun

Moon

Eclipse

Adopted by

Adopted characters

Shattered Blue Moon (storyline end)

Strained Black Star (storyline end)

Cruel copy

Butler (eclipse)

Werewolf (Blood Moon)

Gladiator (Sun)

Pastel (Moon)

Witch (Earth)

Wizard (lunar)

Hunter (Monty)

Adopted by

Adopted characters

TF Void, virulent

Beast maker

Lunara

Eclipse

Sun

Moon

Blood Moon

Adopted by

Lord's brother, infero

Adopted characters

Empty cup

Honey (Lord lunar)

Cider (Eclipse)

Apple (wither storm)

Adopted by

Lord's brother, infero

Adopted characters

Chapter (SSC)

Story written in ash

Chapter (eclipse)

Adopted by

Lord's brother, infero

Remorseful Lord Eclipse, gluttony?

Empty cup, Honey (SSC)

Adopted characters

Separated blood moon

It's tough to be a god

Huitzilin (Hum) (Sun)

Zipacna (Zip) (Monty)

Xolotl (Xolo) (Eclipse like child)

Axo's Daddy

Adopted by

Adopted characters

TF traveler

Desolate hunger

Ravenous (lunar/blood moon)

Earth

Sun

Moon

Fork face

Monty

Adopted by

Lord's brother, infero

Kid eclipse, Moom

Remorseful Lord Eclipse, chaos

Adopted characters

Lost Lord

Eclipse

Sun

Lunar

Blood Moon

Adopted by

Adopted characters

H solar

Under the stage

Blood Moon

Moon

Lunar

Adopted by

Remorseful Lord Eclipse, wrath and sloth.

Adopted characters

Eclipse Brothers

Eclipse

Lunar

Blood Moon

Adopted by

Adopted characters

Sulky star cluster

Cygnus (eclipse)

Antares (eclipse)

Rigel (eclipse)

Algol (eclipse)

Star holder Glam Freddy

Adopted by

Autumbra au, kill code

Adopted characters

TF Traveler

Autumbra Eclipse

Toy swap

Crimple (DCA swap)

Glam toy Freddy (Glam Freddy swap)

Glam toy Chica (Roxy swap)

Glam toy Bonnie (Glam Chica swap)

Glam toy mangle (foxy swap)

Puppet (Monty swap)

Adopted by

Adopted characters

Alternate solar

Solar

Sun

Moon

Lunar

Blood Moon

Adopted by

Adopted characters

Runaway eclipse

Eclipse

Incomplete lunar

Adopted by

Lord's brother???

Remorseful Lord Eclipse???

Adopted characters

Sundown

Eclipse

Code Moon (blood moon)

Moon

Segway

Black bear

Alcoholic human friend

Adopted by

Adopted characters

Sundown Eclipse (SSC)

Actual dad eclipse

Eclipse

Dad code

Blood Moon

Sun

Moon

Lunar

Earth

Adopted by

Adopted characters

Chased eclipse

Hati (moon)

Sköll (Sun)

leiðr (eclipse)

bana (kill code)

Adopted by

Kid eclipse, Moom

Sundown Eclipse (SSC)

Adopted characters

Orion's belt

Betelgeuse, basil (Lord Lunar)

Rigel (Eclipse)

Saiph (Good wither storm)

Bellatrix, Bella (Blood Moon)

Mintata, Mika (cyborg lindworm)

Alnilam, Alnim (Sun)

Alnitak, Alnik (Moon)

Adopted by

Adopted characters

Demon alts

Blue Moon

Adopted by

Lord's brother, Vim

Adopted characters

Mer alts

Blue Moon

Black Star

Red Moon

False star

Annular

Adopted by

Adopted characters

Fey alts

Blue Moon

Crimple

Researcher Blackstar

Hunter Earth

Adopted by

Remorseful Lord Eclipse, chaos

Lord's brother, puppy

Adopted characters

Warrior cats alts (mostly created by @artoutoftheblue)

Blue Moon

Black Frost

Lion light

Rain cloud

Berry heart

Many others

#The locked door #The Shadow wars #chains #Moss and car car #warehouse AU #mechanical medic #perrfect thief #rusted wheels #Cryptid eater #saving Waves #stop you silly siren #red blue and black #old Tsams #cruel copy #empty cup #story written in Ash #It's tough to be a God au #desolate hunger #Lost Lord #Eclipse Brothers #Sulky star cluster #toy swap #runaway eclipse #sundown #actual dad eclipse #chased Eclipse #demon alts #mer alts #fey alts #warrior cats alts

[agerefandom]

AgereFandom 2023 Masterpost

Happy New Year! It's time for the yearly roundup of content that I made this year! Thank you so much for getting this blog past 2,000 followers this year! I love you all and I hope the new year treats you gently <3 <3

Fanfics: Calling You Home (Les Mis, regressor!Enjolras, caregiver!Grantaire) Baby Steps (Twilight, regressor!Bella, caregiver!Charlie) It Takes A Village 1 /2 (Minecraft, regressor!Reader) Dream Bubble Diamonds (Homestuck, regressor!Mituna, caregiver!Kurloz) As I Lay Me Down To Sleep (Hazbin Hotel, regressor!Reader, caregiver!Angel) Wrapped In Silken Dreams (Black Butler, regressor!Aloise angst) Once Upon A Midnight Dreary (Jekyll and Hyde, regressor!Jekyll) To Have, To Hold, To Drink (Vampire Chronicles, regressor!Lestat) Sweet Little Trickster (Harry Potter, regressor!Reader, caregivers!Fred and George)

Headcanons: Criminal Minds Season One Agere Headcanons Team Kira Agere (with caregiver!Shinigami) Regressor!Elphaba and Glinda Regressor!Garnet Underfell!Regressor!Sans Regressor!Michael Shelley Caregiver!Loki Regressor!Valkyrie and cg!Skulduggery Flip!Asgore Caregiver!Midoriya Regressor!Mello (with cg!Matt) Caregiver!Toriel Caregiver!Hades Regressor!Desire Regressor!Light (with cg!L) Regressor!Kankri (with cg!Porrim) Caregiver!George Weasley Flips!Erik and Christine Regressor!Erskine Ravel Big Sister!Spinel Regressor!Raven Boys (and Blue) Twilight Series: Carlisle / Edward / Jasper

Minecraft Biomes: Plains / Jungle

And some author's choice moodboards and art below the cut!

Personal Favourite Moodboards: Caregivers!Aziraphale and Crowley Regressor!Muriel Caregiver!John Watson Caregiver!Sebastian Michaelis Caregiver!Yagi Toshinori Regressor!Tenth Doctor Regressor!Lan Zhan / Regressor!Wei Ying Regressor!Laudna Regressor!Ken Flips!Wanda and Natasha

Personal Favourite Art: Regressor!Crowley Regressor!Mituna Pride!Regressor!Vaggie Regressors!Toga and Ochako

#masterpost #happy new year #links #fandom agere #an annual tradition observed! #not a super prolific year but i'm very happy with everything i put out

[delicrieux]

𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑫, 3. summer 1972, late august

pairing for this chapter—sirius black x f!lestrange!reader   warnings for this chapter—sirius hates his brother word count—4.3k

in which you show an act of bravery worthy of a gryffindor. if the come up, that is, wasn't so inherently slytherin.

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all of sirius' records are bought by andromeda. no one ever speaks of her. it’s bad luck. might split the sky in half, or disentangle the galaxy and all of its atoms; unravel it all, suddenly, like aunt druella falling to her knees at the mention of a well-loved name. she claimed a fainting spell, but you knew. the lights were particularly dim that evening at dinner.

no matter, you're well-meaning enough not to bother. everyone is allowed their own interests. you find it in the depths of father’s coffee cup and the curious hills and swirls the grounds make as they dry. how they shift in the wispy morning light, or become swallowed by your shadow. andromeda’s lay in things not known by the lestranges, or perhaps things frowned upon. she mails her curiosities to sirius via the muggle post. when a strange man appeared at the gates of the lestrange manor, everyone had fallen into a frenzy. the whole household, all twenty-some-or-more staff and four inhabitants (discontent house-elf and mother excluded).

this foreign officer referred to himself as 'the postman,' whatever that meant. grumpily (he was left standing in the rain, see), he shoved a parcel into your affronted butler's hands and demanded a signature. no quill, only a slim, plastic tube that clicked irritably when pressed by his finger. you and regulus watched this whole display out the second floor window, leaning over the ledge for a better look. a whole variety of things came to sirius, it was revealed, all of it contraband in a sort, to your knowledge. a bit of illicit music, a few letters with charmingly fancy stamps. a card titled Miss you that you just managed to save as rabastan threatened to throw it into the fire. a glossy magazine you and regulus were allowed to browse through briefly, only to see for yourselves the unmoving, ugly muggle world.

of course, sirius didn't know of any of this – it was stored away without his knowledge of its arrival. locked up in the attic, where all unpleasant things lie. you and regulus and the staff were sworn to secrecy. sirius musn't ever know his disgraced cousin is sending him strange things and corrupting his impressionable mind. you didn't mean to linger, or listen, or intrude. the pool laid waiting for you, and regulus, impatient by your side, tugged on your sleeve. a plea to leave before your brothers went on a tangent. so many new words to learn. this was, however, the most interesting thing to happen all summer, overshadowing even the long awaited wedding. a muggle postman under the lestrange roof. bella, if she was not away, would have thrown a fit to be outshined by such a thing.

that very night, you sneak out of your room. the hallways are dark in spots where moonlight doesn’t spill; the portraits are asleep, and the landscapes are quiet. the soft echoes of your bare feet against the cool tiles of the flooring make you shudder in your linen. summer heat lingers by the ceiling, though the nights are usually chilly. you creep silently, as you have many times before. you are quite adept, a child who can't seem to stay put no matter the trouble it may cause. and this may cause quite the bit.

you wander to the attic, mind the seventh step with the creaky floorboard, and ascend slowly. patience is a virtue, and when you really want, you possess wells of it. here, the dark is thick, almost tangible, and how and where you move is more thanks to memory than sight. though the dust burns at your eyes, they do eventually adjust, and the outline of a shape becomes easier to see.

austere, sparse. only the sooty remains of old armouries are left. furniture gone to rot, and masses of small boxes and unattended bookshelves. never a pleasant place, even during the day. it sits right above mother's room, and you try to avoid this part of the house entirely. a blind spot, like the corner of your eye. nothing well is ever found here, and you never come searching.

a bit of fumbling and you locate the parcel. it would be good to bring everything, but it's quite heavy, and you'd rather not risk it. you'll let sirius know of his hidden belongings once you have surprised him. you are not as selfless to inform him instantly, no. no, no, to miss an opportunity as this would be a great loss. how else would you show a bravery than going against the collective wishes of the black and lestrange families and blindly grabbing around in the dark for his cousin's gifts?

you sort through the things. lay them gently beside your feet; hear the roll of a crystal charm as it travels down the room and gets lost in a shrouded corner. you thought of waiting for a few days. spun a great tale of being watched and trying to get the presents to him as quick as possible, only to amplify the intensity of it all. your attention span waned an hour into your promise to keep this secret.

you grab for a record and flee. sirius likes music the most. this will make him happy.

carrying your load through the manor's quiet maze, your senses prickle at each shadow. perhaps someone is following you, or you can hear them whispering. the slightest tinge of an anxious feeling comes and goes with each breath. when you were little, regulus needed to hold your hand through the dark, since sirius was too old and too cool for that at eight. the manor at night made his pulse jump under his skin and then, you were the braver of the pair. now, reggie doesn't need your help, and neither do you need his. you’d prefer his quiet reluctance beside you. a want to continue but being too cowardly to make the first step. you’d march together. should you have invited him?

no, sirius wouldn’t like that. he prefers his brother out of sight.

at last, sirius' bedroom door presents itself before you. the faint whistle of the wind rattles the windows. instinctively, you grab for a hand that isn’t there.

you hope he isn’t asleep. he’s too grown to go to bed at an early hour. he must see you in motion, so brave in delivering contraband. contraband is a new word you've learned recently, and you quite enjoy saying it. contraband. this record is the first in, what you presume, a long line of suspicious items you will have to sneak. it will all be worth the effort.

you rap on the door. one. two, three. a forth one for safe measure. no response.

"sirius! i have a gift," you whisper, leaning in close. your cheek presses onto the cool, glossy surface, and thunder rumbles somewhere far overhead. it is not the prettiest song, but you like how deep it is. and sometimes, late at night, when the dark is very deep and the manor is quiet as the grave, you like to hide under the covers, "sirius?" you add, and a beat passes, and it occurs to you might be sleeping.

your plans of grandeur are deflated a little. what is the point of a secret if he isn't there to be surprised?

then, the handle clicks. slowly, cautiously, the door creaks open just enough for him to stick out his head. he's pouting. his gaze flickers, a nervous twitch, "why are you awake?" his voice is raspy from sleep, and his cheeks are splotchy, "aren't you scared of the dark?"

of course not, you had told yourself that the whole trek over. he waits patiently for an answer, despite how tired and annoyed he appears. your heart pounds at the sight. his hair looks funny, tousled. a wave falls over his forehead and the rest stands in spikes. you wonder if regulus' hair will do that in the morning. at breakfast, likely not. if you came to wake him unannounced, it likely would. how embarrassed he’d be.

you hold the record close to your chest, but not too tightly. sirius had once said they are fragile and can shatter if handled unkindly. still, you fear your arms might crush it if the rumble of the thunder shakes it from your grasp, like it would a robber caught red-handed.

"it isn't scary," you try, and tentatively hold out the present, "this came for you. but no one let you have it because, you know, well. it's from, er, you know." can’t say her name, even to someone that would prefer to hear it.

you can imagine a carousel of thoughts whirring madly behind his face. shock. surprise. delight. gratitude. so much more. it's impossible to catch everything, not even in the blip of light. thunder rolls.

"thank you," is his only response. he perks up as he takes his present. perhaps he had gotten over the surprise a bit quickly, or he had expected this to be sent to him all along, but nonetheless, it seems he is rather touched. at least that's what you assume by how happy he's acting, like an eager puppy, "let's go to my bed, 'kay? i've got a record player over there. come on."

you rush after quickly, not one to miss such an opportunity. the room douses in a dim light with a flick of his wand. there are books and clothes and posters slew on every surface and corner, and you overstep a pair of expensive linen trousers carelessly tossed on the rug. next to the bed sits a heavy trunk. he must've been packing. a red and gold scarf peaks over the edge. yours to be, surely.

the space goes mute and settles. like a pop in your ears after travelling via portkey, the sound returns after a small discomfort. a silencing spell. his wand clatters onto the bedside table. you had picked yours only a few days ago, but didn’t dare touch it since you grasped it for the first time.

when you settle into bed beside him, and he sets up the contraption and places the needle, it sings in the quiet. he lowers the volume just a bit.

"muggles like big music, don't they," you remark, though you do rather like it, if it makes him grin so, "can we dance? please?"

a crack, finally, along with thunder. his face splits into a grin, "of course! but a bit quieter. don't want the whole estate to catch you here. come on, now,"

so the pair of you jump and whirl about his room. you're sure he knows real muggle dances. it's very different from waltz, not smooth at all, more free, and not nearly as dignified. but oh, the beats!

as the song finishes and the music winds down, your head spins. not from dizziness, but from pure, unbridled glee. his face matches the feeling. sirius claps, as if he had never been satisfied before now, as if a curtain had gone down. he smiles broadly, a full mouth of teeth, “imagine what people would say if they saw us."

you mirror his expression, "it’s horrendous, isn't it? such disgrace."

a smile and a titter escapes him.

"a terrible affair," he gives a nod to no one, the empty bedroom and his possessions, "it would displease my family greatly. i will never dance another way again."

“what of waltz?”

“what’s that?”

"oh dear, the absolute scandal!" you clasp your hands together in horror, though really, you don't mind at all, "they shall call you a heretic and a bumptious imbecile. surely. won't that be dreadful? your reputation will be ruined."

"utterly! completely ruined. mother will burn my portrait out the family tree."

"what a messy business. tragic. whatever are you to do, young sir black?"

his words and gesticulations and silly faces make you a bit warm. this is quite something to be cherished. him, in his lonely, messy room, and the mellow candlelight. the rain pouring. a nice and pretty tune in the air. dancing is one of your favourite pastimes, besides flying and stargazing.

"hey, wanna play pretend?" he inquires, plopping back onto his bed.

you snort, dropping the audacious accent, "isn't that what we've been doing?"

he shakes his head, though his lips curl and his eyes roll fondly. "different sort. c'mere."

you perch beside him, your head level with his shoulder. his eyes are very shiny. if he told you a story, you wouldn't have trouble believing him, since they tell more than his voice ever would. but that'd be cheesy, and you'd never hear the end of it, if you told him the same. his knee bumps into yours. his head falls forward, just a bit, "tell me a secret."

"tell me a secret."

"no, go first. my secrets are boring, your's are, uh. mysterious. and interesting. and a whole bunch better. pretty please. can i have a hint?"

the compliment, you have to admit, flatters you. so does his prodding and pleading, all his wheedling and how adorable he looks while doing it.

you think of an answer carefully, a plan already forming, "well…someday, i'm going to have to marry, right?"

he groans, "merlin, no, don't tell me you're also thinking of this nonsense?"

your thoughts scramble to change, like little ducklings hurrying away from an unpleasant sound. you frown, a bit ashamed to be rebuffed so unkindly, or you should, but he's still staring at you intently, waiting for you to elaborate. like you had assumed, all boys think weddings silly. sirius is no different.

"is it wrong to think about that? i mean, someday you're going to be married, too," you deflect, "in the future," the distant one, because a child like him cannot comprehend that. or perhaps he can. after all, he will be growing into a man soon, "and besides, with bella's wedding, i suppose it got me thinking."

he has, strangely enough, become flustered. his freckles are darker across his nose, "who says i'll get married?"

"don't you have to?"

"no," he answers defiantly, crossing his arms. how defensive he is suddenly! but with how fidgety he is, it must be a sore subject. perhaps he is being affected more than you'd guessed.

"you're the heir, though," you muss. it's very unlikely walburga won't entangle him into some arrangement. you're sure she already has some sort of ideas for sirius. they are likely being executed as you speak, "you have to make kids to carry on the family, no?"

the odd, stressed look on his face almost breaks your resolve.

"we don't have to do that," he states.

that's news to you, and, logically, seems to be rather improbable. that means you don't have to get married, either. at least you won't have to carry out the other portion of marital duties, of which you are far more squeamish, "hmm," you manage, but you're not convinced. it seems quite rational to you that you should follow the pattern set by generations.

"why would you even want to get married?" he grumbles. the question comes off snottier than intended, "like i'd want some girl telling me how to behave all the time."

"we aren't allowed much choice in the matter."

"the more reason not to, right?"

this conversation had taken a sudden turn, and a sickly, squirmy feeling has taken a seat on the bed between the two of you. the dance music has finished, and the sound of rain overpowers the room. the record spins and crackles.

"we can run away."

the suddenness of his declaration makes the both of you pause, staring at the carpet and bedspread respectively. it’s not a fully formulated thought. can’t be, and in your endless compassion and innate ability to forget audacious ideas, secrets, and suggestions at a moment’s notice, you decide that he never spoke of this, for what he suggested is a breach of trust so careless and terrible that you begin to worry what else lays on his mind. must be many things such as this, dangerous, modern ideas ready to spring free given the proper climate. and the climate is warm, here, built on your friendship and your inability to refuse him.

you decide he had been caught up in the heat of a moment. harmless, silly. he asked you to play pretend, after all.

he amends before the silence could deafen him: "it'll be just the both of us."

you don’t want to listen to this, not in his room, not in your linen, not with the night singing against the windows and the record scratching at the needle. the spin is mesmerizing. he’s older and should understand the implications better. you don’t want to be the one to understand. to be rational, when you only ever wish to be carefree.

you laugh, and it sounds a tad awkward, but what a great big joke! sirius is always funny, "of course. we could live on a raft, or in muggle london. recon there wouldn’t be much of a difference. or perhaps a particularly cosy cave in the scottish highlands. with the sheep."

his eyes narrow, miffed. "i’m serious.”

“don’t suppose i need an introduction, do i?” you smile, but it doesn’t break his frown.

“we can run away.” he says, quite firmly. no more playing, then, “the both of us together," he adds, flicking his eyes away from you. his voice wavers.

"we can't just go and leave,” you start gently, “there's, well, a lot to explain. they’d catch us, too, quickly, i recon. our families. i can’t work, my hands are delicate, even if sheep are a riot. we’d have no galleons.”

"i'd work."

stubborn prat.

"stupid, you're twelve."

"almost thirteen."

"your birthday's not till november," you retort hotly, "therefore: you're twelve. how can you even consider proposing such a stupid scheme?"

his tone shifts, anger showing itself, "don't call it stupid. you haven't thought of a better one!"

you take a deep breath, and fight the childish impulse to sock him on the jaw, "i'm not the only suggesting we run away. that's- you just suggested it, first, no less! all of the sudden!"

"yes! yes, i did, but you were supposed to agree."

you can barely find the words to reply. he just gets so impossibly brattish when he's not having his way, "we can’t leave. that’s positively mental. and we can't leave reggie."

he bristles at the mention of the name, "he's not my problem."

that hurts. for some reason, this cut is especially sharp and stinging, "don't say that. he's your brother."

"only by blood."

such callous words make your face burn. what's this coming from? his posture shifts, back perfectly straight and shoulders taut. this can only mean that his emotions have overcome him. that is never good, "blood is important, though."

his dark eyes glimmer and there's a storm building, something inscrutable, a bad feeling. your mouth goes dry. you had said the wrong thing, a terrible thing. he shan't ever forget or forgive you for this. not to mention the topic itself. these are very dangerous and tender and frightfully unknown waters. you cross your arms and huff, feeling especially very small, "how can you hate him, anyway, when he adores you so much?"

the hard glint in his eyes doesn't leave. in fact, he appears to grow taller and paler with the turn of conversation, or perhaps his skin had always been a rather milky white. his words are colder still, "why are you always defending him?"

"regulus has never done anything bad," your protest is weak. and that isn't what he wants to hear, "he loves you."

"you should be on my side."

"but, why are there sides to begin with?" your tongue feels big in your mouth, and a weird taste bubbles, like metal and rust and salt, "you're brothers, you shouldn't fight."

"he's a rat."

"sirius!"

"and an idiot," he grumbles, "and selfish. a tosser. stop defending him."

this is awful. to see him with such a harsh expression and to be berated as though you're an awful friend and a liar, "stop it."

"what? he's not worth the trouble of you protecting him."

"leave him alone."

"he should leave you alone."

you wince and jerk away. how has everything gotten out of hand so fast? this is his bedside. you brought him a gift, and you danced, and he spoke kindly, and now this. you bite your tongue. your teeth press a bit too hard, “you’re being awful.”

he doesn’t seem to hear you, "why do you even like him anyway?" he sulks. a funny word to describe a very unhappy young man.

"quit it."

"are you fond of him?"

"please, shut up."

"more than me?"

silence. the world tilts, just so slightly, to the right, and spins just a tad bit too fast. does he really dislike his little brother so much? you understand he may feel a twinge of annoyance sometimes, a tad of passive resentment every other hour, which is simply understandable and probably half-decent for brothers, especially those that have nearly nothing in common and no sort of trust. but, there's the matter of an absolute hatred for someone that does no wrong, that would never, by anyone's means, ever hate you back. that isn't fair. it's only heart-breaking.

perhaps you've done wrong not to believe regulus when he confided sirius was terribly cruel to him at times. the thought stings, an acidic sort of shame. regulus wouldn't lie, he's not very good at it. you've only ever seen him sweet and obedient, a boy very different from his older brother. he was honest and soft-spoken, but just as sincere as sirius, though in a subtler manner.

gentle is another good word. or lovely.

one could argue they've both been acting odd lately. regulus had the muddled, far away eyes, but sirius was aggressive in their shared proximity. isn't it expected for siblings to fight and bicker? you and rabastan rib all the time, like it's embedded into your very marrow. you've never grown cold toward him, and you feel this way won't change much, if ever, but there might be a deeper part of you, one that can feel you're much more similar than you originally gave it credit for. perhaps it's the same with them, too.

this discovery makes you itch. it can't be that simple. of course it couldn't be. is this who he is, truly? you almost hope he will suddenly apologize and maybe hug you a bit tighter, or, or make things better somehow, say he's just teasing, tell you you're the dearest most wonderful friend a boy could ask for.

his face crumples like a wet sheet of paper, "answer me. please?"

"you know i'm fond of you both."

"more than him?"

"both."

"so he's your favourite," his voice shakes.

the look on his face…a mixture of embarrassment and genuine hurt. your's must match.

"please don't say that, i don't have favourites."    

"you just put up with me?"

"sirius,"

"stop being so vague."

"you're being mean."

he huffs, "fine. whatever, see if i care what you think."

"sirius?"

"don't bother. just leave."

"what?"

his eyes are strangely wet. you reach out to touch his cheek, in the hopes it'll soften him, but he jerks back, like you had attempted to strike him. the two of you gaze at each other wide-eyed and mortified. his eyes keep tearing, but the rest of him is perfectly still and calm. you decide it's probably best to not call attention to his tears, "what should i say then?"

his face hardens, "don't say anything."

"but--"

"go," he mutters, not even sparing you a glance, "just. stop bothering me."

his eyes brim again, and the sight makes your own become glossy. how humiliating. something coils in your stomach, uncomfortable and inescapable. how should you act? but he doesn't know either. all you have are bits and pieces of lessons and rules, none of which apply to this situation, not in a satisfactory way.

he doesn't move. neither do you. his heart beats and you can feel it, too, on your side of the bed. the clock ticks.

time stretches on.

it's a strange feeling, because it's not a foreign one, and you wish it was. the dull sense of loss makes you feel weak and empty, like you've skipped dinner.

carefully, you inch closer, until the tips of your fingers graze his. you clasp them, awkwardly. it's a childish way of keeping the two of you together. your insides hurt. you wonder if his do, too. he feels warm to the touch, solid and real. both of your palms are clammy.

you manage, breathlessly, "i don't want to fight with you."

his jaw remains tense, "no, you want to have my stupid brother's back,"

"please?"

"fine."

your stare at your joined hands.

"i'll leave," you promise quietly.

"good."

a cold silence creeps in after those words. you let go of his hands and step off his bedside, a great, wistful longing coiling in your gut. you gaze, again, hopefully, only for him to sneer. a terrible look, it doesn't belong there, and it doesn't suit him in the slightest. your head drops, you nod once, and step outside his door and out onto the staircase. the air’s tinted with something burnt and foul.

it's dark and quiet and you feel strangely hollow. the stairs twist beneath your feet. you trudge along, mindlessly, hand gliding down the railing you'd perched on with sirius on sunday. what a distance. it feels like an ocean has swelled, swallowing the shoreline. a curious heat rises up from your neck, itching, prickling, spreading all over.

light dances in the parlour room. the hearth cracks and pops strangely. a swish of a heavy robe, a crinkle of parchment, a sniff.

bellatrix.

she's returned. her silhouette stands imposing by the flickering flames. you're not sure why you came here, only that you did.

she notices you lingering there, head propped against the frame, staring. your hair, mused from earlier, likely gives it away, or, the puffiness in your eyes. her wet footsteps line the polished floor. the lull of rain is oddly soothing.

she tilts her head to the side, examining you, "it's awfully late."

you nod. your chin feels sticky. you wipe at it with the back of your hand, the pads of your fingers swiping your cheek and brushing beneath your nose. she holds out her palm and beckons. something in your stomach unravels, just a little. the carpet is rough, and her hand is heavy on your shoulder.

"shouldn't be wandering around at this hour, my dove," her voice is gentle, the light of the fire lapping across her. her eyes shine strangely, blacker, a dark, curious depth. a flash of green pierces through her iris and disappears. she smells like the night, fresh, and something sweetly charred, like a bonfire or campfire, or, smoke, "a proper little lady sleeps early."

a lump in your throat keeps you from replying. you gaze into the fire. the remains of letters and postcards crumple to black ash. a bright, smiling face on the cover of the magazine shrivels up, blackening at the edges and curling, melting in the cinders. andromeda's gifts.

this is why you never want to know anything.

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius x reader #sirius black x you #the marauders #marauders era #marauders x reader #marauders x you #harry potter #hp #imagine #imagines #reader #reader insert #xreader #hogwarts #angst #fluff #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #time to pretend

[heavenlyakin]

Part 3: I Took All My Things

Summary: Your life is forever changed when your most trusted advisor arrives home with an engagement treaty. As Queen of your Kingdom, you knew there would be sacrifices but little did you know how much the cost of these sacrifices would be. What do you do when your mind wants one thing but your heart longs for another?

Characters: Reader (some descriptions apply), Ella and Bella ( oc chambermaids), Suguru Geto, Camilla (oc advisor), Sebastian (oc butler), and finally the arrival of Satoru Gojo

Warnings: none

Length: 1.6k

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“Do you think this is a little much?” You ask Bella, one of your chambermaids, as she does your hair. She’s pulling the red strands up into an updo with pearled pins. 

“It matches your dress,” she says, not giving an opinion but rather a statement. 

Your dress is a cream underskirt with gold lacing on top and pearls adorned all over the skirt and bodice. Your breasts are pushed up so high you’re worried they’ll pop out if you move too suddenly. You giggle at the thought, the scandal that would cause. 

“Are you excited to meet King Gojo?” Ella, Bella’s twin, asks you. 

“I met him once before,” you say, not really sure yourself. “That was long ago, though.” 

“I’ve heard he’s to die for gorgeous.” Ella smiles, bringing Bella more pins for your hair. 

“Ella,” you scold, trying to keep from laughing. “Maybe you’ll catch his eye.” 

“Since you banned the color red, I doubt that.” Bella teases you and her sister. 

You laugh this time, letting the nerves take over. Your fingernails are in disarray from the picking, and your ladies have given up on polishing them for the events. They’ve even called in specialists who claim to make fake nails that look as natural as real ones. 

“I do wish the rain would stop,” Ella sighs, sitting on the chaise in front of the window of your dressing room. 

“We all do,” you sigh with her. “Perhaps it’ll subdue soon.” 

“Your Highness,” Suguru’s voice at the door perks your ears up. 

“Is it time?” You ask, looking at his reflection in the mirror. 

Suguru is dressed in a navy blue coat, gold trim, and lacing on the cuffs. His pants match, and the white shirt beneath looks good on him. His hair is tied back with it falling in long strands behind his back. ‘

“The scouts spotted his convoy a few miles out. We need to be there to greet him when he arrives.” He shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “It’s best we go now.” 

You nod, and Bella and Ella exit through the servant's passages. Suguru takes your arm, walking with you to the hall and down the steps that lead to the front gates of the palace. In the foyer, many members of the court are dressed in their best, eager to see who could be their future King. 

The front doors open, revealing the giant tents you had strung up so you and your guests would not be soaked to the bone by the rain. The ground has been covered with long rugs, to keep your shoes and feet dry. It must look ridiculous from afar, but once you’re under the tents it’s not so bad. There are decorations and plants, making it look more lively. The only annoying thing is the sound of the rain pounding down on the tents and the constant stream of water on the sides. 

The sound of horns startles a few of your ladies in wait, their gossip stopping abruptly. You fold your hands in front of your gown, staring forward as Suguru and Camilla join you, one on each side. Camilla squeezes your arm once for reassurance then drops her hands to her side. You look over to see that she’s wearing a pink gown with white lace. 

The sound of King Gojo’s convoy becomes louder than the rain, and within moments a grand black carriage arrives in front of the tents. A few guards trickle out, and then you see that infamous white hair. 

King Satoru Gojo is adorned in a long white cloak, covering most of what he’s wearing underneath. The cloak itself looks warm, something you’re wishing you had in this dress despite its long sleeves. He smiles at you as he steps forward, his advisors and guards slowly making their way behind him. 

He extends his hand, “Queen —--,” your last name sounds foreign to your ears. 

“It’s a pleasure to officially meet, Kind Gojo.” You take his hand, shaking it and releasing it. He steps closer, and you have to look up to meet his eyes. He’s as tall as Suguru. 

“Please, call me Satoru,” his smile is infectious. You can’t help but smile back at him. 

“Shall we get out of the damp air and into the warm castle?” You suggest and he nods. 

You lead him inside, speaking a few orders to the staff waiting at the door. They take his cloak from him, revealing the dark blue attire he wears beneath. The silk fabric looks soft, and comfortable to travel in, but well enough to wear to greet you. 

“I can have my butler, Sebastian, show you to your chambers if you’re tired. However, I would suggest some tea to warm up before resting until tonight.” You suggest, folding your hands in front of you and politely smiling at Satoru. 

He smirks, stepping closer to you, uncomfortably close for someone you don’t know. “Will you be joining me for tea?” 

Your face heats up and you're concerned you’re blushing. “I have a few things to take care of. However, if you would like I can have my schedule rearranged.” 

Behind Satoru, you see Suguru sigh and shake his head. The rest of your advisors are smiling beside him, Camilla particularly happily grinning at you. She nods and you look back at the King in front of you. 

“I’d be flattered if you joined me.” He holds out his arm and you slip yours in with his. 

It feels foreign to hold onto another man as you walk down the hall, followed only by a few guards, a mix of yours and his. As you walk, you tell him about the castle, some facts you’d share with any guest in your home. He comments on the art on the walls and you find it interesting that he’s actually interested in what you’re saying. 

“Do you have a preference for tea?” You ask, sitting on one of the blue velvet chairs in the tea room. 

“Sugar, and lots of it.” He admits with a grin. “I am fond of sweets.” 

“As am I,” you tell him. “I will have some cookies and cakes brought up with the tea,” you tell him and look to Sebastian who nods before leaving the room. 

Now it’s just the two of you, alone in the room. There’s a long silence, you looking down at your hands in the lap of your dress and King Gojo looking around the room. After a few more moments, you decide to break the silence. 

“Did you-” 

“Are you-” 

You and him speak simultaneously. Both of you begin to laugh, sighing at the awkwardness. 

“I was going to ask if your travels were well, despite the rain in my country.” He looks at you as you speak, his blue eyes something you find hard to look away from. 

“It wasn’t terrible, just a bit cold.” He admits. “The rain doesn’t bother me usually, but I will say it must be exhausting having an onslaught of it for weeks.” 

“Months,” you tell him. “Nearly three.” 

“I see why you’ve been looking for treaties then, given the drought from last year.” 

“It has been a tough year,” you admit. “I’m doing what I can to keep the people at ease.” 

Sebastian appears with a few others who set the tea and treats down between the both of you. You thank them before dismissing everyone. The hot tea warms your body, allowing you some time to think about what else you can talk about with Satoru without sounding like a weak ruler. 

You watch as Satoru pours you both a cup of tea, setting the pot down and dropping six sugar cubes into the cup. You smile, taking three for yourself. Perhaps your sweet tooth is nothing comparable to his. 

“Have you considered my offer?” He asks, and you cough. 

“I believe that should be handled between our advisors in council.” 

He laughs, “You don’t have to say yes to me now or even no. I would just like to know if this trip will be in vain. You’re not the only one with something to lose or gain.” 

“What could you have to lose if I rejected the amendment and decided to look elsewhere for help?” 

He frowns, turning to look out the window. “This rain isn’t natural,” he suggests. “What is to say it won’t creep up on my borders or that your people decide to leave because of it, seeking refuge in my kingdom, stretching our supplies thin?” 

You hadn’t considered that possibility. “I have been considering it. I just can’t say yes without meeting you officially and knowing what I’m getting into.” 

“We have met,” he teases. “If I recall, you left crying.” 

“I’m sure most girls would cry if a cruel prince pulled her hair.” You shoot back, making him laugh. 

“I was an unruly teen,” he admits. “I hope I can show you that I have matured.” He sets his teacup down.

“I hope I will show you I am more than a whiny child.” You smile and stand. “I’ll see you tonight. Please don’t hesitate to ask any of my staff to show you around. Sebastian is at your disposal as well.” 

He nods, and you leave the room. You clench and release your fists a few times, trying to ignore the racing of your heart. Nothing you discussed is remotely concerning, but you are curious about his concerns. You need to meet with your advisors about this. 

You need Suguru.

#suguru geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #📜. somebody else

[awardseason]

2023 Critics’ Choice Awards — Film WINNERS

Best Picture “Avatar: The Way of Water”  “Babylon” “The Banshees of Inisherin”  “Elvis”  “Everything Everywhere All at Once” — WINNER “The Fabelmans”  “Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery”  “RRR”  “Tár”  “Top Gun: Maverick”  “Women Talking” 

Best Actor Austin Butler – “Elvis” Tom Cruise – “Top Gun: Maverick” Colin Farrell – “The Banshees of Inisherin”  Brendan Fraser – “The Whale” — WINNER Paul Mescal – “Aftersun”  Bill Nighy – “Living”

Best Actress Cate Blanchett – “Tár” — WINNER Viola Davis – “The Woman King”  Danielle Deadwyler – “Till”  Margot Robbie – “Babylon”  Michelle Williams – “The Fabelmans”  Michelle Yeoh – “Everything Everywhere All at Once” 

Best Supporting Actor Paul Dano – “The Fabelmans”  Brendan Gleeson – “The Banshees of Inisherin” Judd Hirsch – “The Fabelmans”  Barry Keoghan – “The Banshees of Inisherin” Ke Huy Quan – “Everything Everywhere All at Once” — WINNER Brian Tyree Henry – “Causeway” 

Best Supporting Actress Angela Bassett – “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever” — WINNER Jessie Buckley – “Women Talking” Kerry Condon – “The Banshees of Inisherin”  Jamie Lee Curtis – “Everything Everywhere All at Once” Stephanie Hsu – “Everything Everywhere All at Once”  Janelle Monáe – “Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery” 

Best Young Actor/Actress Frankie Corio – “Aftersun” Jalyn Hall – “Till”  Gabriel LaBelle – “The Fabelmans” — WINNER Bella Ramsey – “Catherine Called Birdy”  Banks Repeta – “Armageddon Time”  Sadie Sink – “The Whale” 

Best Acting Ensemble “The Banshees of Inisherin” “Everything Everywhere All at Once” “The Fabelmans”  “Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery” — WINNER “The Woman King” “Women Talking”

Best Director James Cameron – “Avatar: The Way of Water” Damien Chazelle – “Babylon”  Todd Field – “Tár” Baz Luhrmann – “Elvis” Daniel Kwan, Daniel Scheinert – “Everything Everywhere All at Once” — WINNERS Martin McDonagh – “The Banshees of Inisherin” Sarah Polley – “Women Talking”  Gina Prince-Bythewood – “The Woman King”  S.S. Rajamouli – “RRR”  Steven Spielberg – “The Fabelmans” 

Best Comedy “The Banshees of Inisherin” “Bros” “Everything Everywhere All at Once” “Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery” — WINNER “Triangle of Sadness” “The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent”

Best Animated Feature “Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio” — WINNER “Marcel the Shell with Shoes On” “Puss in Boots: The Last Wish” “Turning Red” “Wendell & Wild”

Best Foreign Language Film “All Quiet on the Western Front” “Argentina, 1985” “Bardo, False Chronicle of a Handful of Truths” “Close” “Decision to Leave” “RRR” — WINNER

Best Original Screenplay Charlotte Wells – “Aftersun” Martin McDonagh – “The Banshees of Inisherin”  Daniel Kwan, Daniel Scheinert – “Everything Everywhere All at Once” — WINNER Steven Spielberg, Tony Kushner – “The Fabelmans” Todd Field – “Tár”

Best Adapted Screenplay Rian Johnson – “Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery”  Kazuo Ishiguro – “Living”  Rebecca Lenkiewicz – “She Said” Samuel D. Hunter – “The Whale” Sarah Polley – “Women Talking” — WINNER

Best Cinematography Russell Carpenter – “Avatar: The Way of Water” Linus Sandgren – “Babylon”  Roger Deakins – “Empire of Light” Janusz Kaminski – “The Fabelmans” Florian Hoffmeister – “Tár” Claudio Miranda – “Top Gun: Maverick” — WINNER

Best Production Design   Dylan Cole, Ben Procter, Vanessa Cole – “Avatar: The Way of Water” Florencia Martin, Anthony Carlino – “Babylon” — WINNER Hannah Beachler, Lisa K. Sessions – “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever” Catherine Martin, Karen Murphy, Bev Dunn – “Elvis” Jason Kisvarday, Kelsi Ephraim – “Everything Everywhere All at Once”  Rick Carter, Karen O’Hara – “The Fabelmans” 

Best Editing Stephen Rivkin, David Brenner, John Refoua, James Cameron – “Avatar: The Way of Water” Tom Cross – “Babylon”  Matt Villa, Jonathan Redmond – “Elvis”  Paul Rogers – “Everything Everywhere All at Once” — WINNER Monika Willi – “Tár” Eddie Hamilton – “Top Gun: Maverick”

Best Costume Design Mary Zophres – “Babylon” Ruth E. Carter – “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever” — WINNER Catherine Martin – “Elvis”  Shirley Kurata – “Everything Everywhere All at Once” Jenny Eagan – “Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery”  Gersha Phillips – “The Woman King”

Best Hair and Makeup “Babylon”  “The Batman”  “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever”  “Elvis” — WINNER “Everything Everywhere All at Once”  “The Whale” 

Best Visual Effects “Avatar: The Way of Water” — WINNER “The Batman”  “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever”  “Everything Everywhere All at Once”  “RRR” “Top Gun: Maverick” 

Best Song “Lift Me Up” – “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever” “Ciao Papa” – “Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio” “Naatu Naatu” – “RRR” — WINNER “Hold My Hand” – “Top Gun: Maverick” “Carolina” – “Where the Crawdads Sing”  “New Body Rhumba” – “White Noise”

Best Score Michael Giacchino – “The Batman” Justin Hurwitz – “Babylon” John Williams – “The Fabelmans”  Alexandre Desplat – “Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio”  Hildur Guðnadóttir – “Tár” — WINNER Hildur Guðnadóttir – “Women Talking” 

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[nightingale2004]

Meet my Wednesday oc

Belladonna Hecate Addams

Age: 17

Personality: elegant, protective, intelligent well-mannered, blunt, artistic, passionate, patient, bookish, clever, mischievous, quiet, dead-inside, athletic, crafty, observant, introverted, distant

Looks:

Family: Morticia (mother), Gomez (father), Wednesday (sister), Pugsley (younger brother), Fester (uncle), Grandmama (grandmother), Lurch (butler)

Species: witch

Skills/abilities: potion craft, spell casting, magic empowerment, channeling, divination, spiritual sensing, hexes, summoning, curses, illusion magic, reanimation, binding magic, fencing, deduction, reality warping, animal communication, seances, future visions, teleportation, telepathy, portal creation, elemental magic, card magic, alchemy, materialization, shadow magic, clairvoyance, blood magic, telekinesis, telepathy, occultism, karate, hand to hand combat, weapon combat, lock picking, violinist, pianist, trap making, pick pocketing, martial arts

Love interest: Xavier Thorpe

Items/jewelry: pentagram necklace, spider ring, bat earrings, black rose ring, ruby ring, crescent moon choker, black heart bracelet, black Victorian umbrella, violin case, bat hair clips, spell book, magnifying glass, black crystal necklace, fingerless gloves, hex bags, ouija board, lock picks, tarot cards, book of dark poetry

Pet: black widow named Scar

Weapons: crossbow, longbow, ax, shotgun, rapier sword, bear traps, knife roll bag set

Extra: After Bella was born, she was homeschooled or, as her family put it, cage schooled and learned a lot of skills her family taught her. Then Wednesday and her wanted to go to junior high which her family were skeptical at first but they soon grew on the idea of their children going to school, but Bella and her siblings were always getting expelled from schools due to their "actions" but then both her and Wednesday went to Nevermore due to their parents demands and now they're going through a lot of chaos. Not that she's complaining, also Wednesday thinks that she and her older sister Belladonna are in competition with each other along with Wednesday feeling like she's not just in her parents shadow, but her sister's as well.

(Hope you enjoy)

#wednesday #wednesday addams #the addams family #wednesday fandom #wednsday addams #wednesday fanfic #witch #witches #nevermore Wednesdays #xavier thorpe #xavier thrope fanfic #xavier thrope x reader #my oc stuff #my ocs #my oc character #olivia rodrigo #wednesday and tyler #wednesday and xavier #wednesday and enid #wednesday sister #morticia addams #gomez addams #pugsley addams #the addams family oc #wednesday friday addams #witch character #witchcraft #gothic #wednesday netflix #wednesday nevermore

[one-starry-knight]

you know the way some anime would have "character songs" where VAs would sing in-character, I think we need to start doing that with ocs where we pick a song for them by a singer that specifically sounds likeACTUALLY Post Canceled the example I was going to give for Bella is by someone who did music for fucking Black Butler I'm going to eat drywall

#etc etc etc

[nervouswreck202-blog]

How my brother and I imagined if both of us created the DCU, here's the superhero cast, supervillain cast coming soon.

Superhero and Supervillain Cast

David Corenswet - Superman

Jensen Ackles - Batman

Eiza González - Wonder Woman

Grant Gustin - The Flash

Alexander Ludwig - Aquaman

Channing Tatum - Green Lantern (Hal Jordan)

Sterling K. Brown - Martian Manhunter (In Mo-Cap)

Xolo Marideuna - Blue Beetle (Jaime Reyes)

Isabela Merced - Hawkgirl (Shayera Hoy)

Meg Donnelly - Supergirl (Just Fancasting!!!)

Hailee Steinfeld - Batgirl

Ben Schwartz - Plastic Man

Zendaya - Bumblebee (Karen Beecher)

Gina Rodriguez - Green Lantern (Jessica Cruz)

Alexandra Daddario - Zatanna

Austin Butler - Green Arrow

Jurnee Smollett - Black Canary

Zachary Levi - Shazam

Aldis Hodge - Hawkman (Carter Hall)

Anthony Carrigan - Metamorpho

Keanu Reeves - John Constantine

Aidan Gallagher - Robin

Bella Thorne - Starfire

Odeya Rush - Raven

Iñaki Godoy - Beast Boy

John Boyega - Cyborg

Chris Pratt - Booster Gold

Timothee Chalamet - Nightwing

Bill Skarsgård - The Joker

Nicholas Hoult - Lex Luthor

Margot Robbie - Harley Quinn

Karen Gillan - Poison Ivy

Jemaine Clement - Toyman

Antony Starr - Reverse Flash

Mehcad Brooks - Black Manta

Diane Kruger - Cheetah

Luke Evans - Sinestro

Colin Farrell - The Penguin

Neil Patrick Harris - The Riddler

Zoë Kravitz - Catwoman

Matthew McConaughey - Two Face

John Cena - Peacemaker

Viola Davis - Amanda Waller

Andy Serkis - Gorilla Grodd (voice)

Djimon Hounsou - Solomon Grundy (In Mo-Cap)

Peter Dinklage - Dr. Psycho

Pedro Pascal - Deathstroke

Wentworth Miller - Captain Cold

Mark Strong - Dr. Sivanna

Jude Law - General Zod

Dwayne Johnson - Black Adam

Ralph Fiennes - Brainiac

Michael Shannon - Black Mask

Dave Bautista - Bane

Sylvester Stallone - King Shark (voice)

Keith David - Darkseid (voice and in mo-cap)

I hope you have a great night!!! Let's hope James Gunn's DCU won't be terrible, it be very freaking strange if it was, but let's go!!!!

#dc universe #james gunn dcu #superman #batman #flash #dc fancast