#his name is Duke :) very clever ha ha

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Duck with hands

Duck with hands

#my art #anthro #furry #my ocs #traditional art #artists on tumblr #duck #his name is Duke :) very clever ha ha

[thecampjuicebox]

Hi! I would absolutely love shameless smut Astarion x f!Tav (or f!reader) with some oral ministrations ^-^

Hi sweets! Your wish is my commend! I've been waitin' for this one. *cracks knuckles* Let's do this.

Hunger

Pairing: Tav(f) x Astarion

POV: 2nd person (Reader is Tav)

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, oral (f/m giving/receiving), biting, choking, Dom Astarion x Sub Tav, gentle face slapping

Sleep eludes you this particular night, your brain running through the recent events of the past few days. The nautiloid, the tadpoles, gathering this seemingly harmless band of misfits, it's all so.. Strange. Before waking up in the grasp of the mindflayers, your life was simple. A merchant and artist in Baldur's Gate. During the day, you were peddling your wares to the higher society of the city, making a name for yourself amongst the lords and ladies. You specialized in jewelry, mostly. Adorning the necks of the wealthy with the finest jewels Faerun has to offer. You breathe slowly, eyelashes fluttering at the memory. You'd had your fair share of meetings with some of the most eligible fellows in the upper city because of your line of work. Each one of them powerful, wealthy. Insanely wealthy. You've danced with Lordlings, held hands with Dukes, even been bedded by a magistrate or two. None of them compared to the pale skinned elf you happened to pick up after the crash. Astarion. He's so.. Different. Your mind reels at the very idea of him and you fidget in your bedroll.

Tired eyes snap open at the sudden sound of shuffling beside you, the sight of that very elf leaning over you with fangs bared sending you into a daze. He widens his eyes at you, backing away slowly. "Shit." You hurry to your feet, taking a defensive stance towards the intruder. He blinks at you innocently.

"I-It's not what it looks like! I swear!"

Crossing your arms over your chest, you eye him for a moment, waiting for some sort of explanation.

"I wasn't going to hurt you.. I just need, well, blood."

Shit. You stare at him blankly for a moment, mind racing. It all makes so much sense now. His lack of appetite, his blatantly obvious sneaking off at night, the dead boar your group found on the bridge to the Blighted Village. Perfectly drained of blood from no more than two little pinholes in its neck. Of course. He's a vampire. You pause for a moment, considering the implications of your discovery. Heat travels down your spine and stings in your core. You stand firm, furrowing your eyebrows to seem angrier than you really are.

"I can't believe I didn't see it. We even found your last meal lying in the road. Clever of you to act so naïve about the situation. Bravo."

His posture straightens and he places his hands on his hips, lips curving into that devilish grin that makes your knees week. The vampire quirks an eyebrow at you then drags his eyes down your body before meeting your eyes again. His intense gaze makes you shiver. Picking at your fingernails, you chew your bottom lip nervously and kick your foot at the dirt beneath you. Astarion drums his fingers against his hip bones.

"I usually feed on animals. Boars, Kobolds, whatever I can find really. But right now I'm too slow. Too weak. If I could just have a little blood.. I could fight better."

You nod slowly and weigh your options. This could help him. You need him strong to fight the massive hoards of enemies you and your group seem to continuously encounter. What's a little bite? You smirk at your next thought, cheeks unknowingly burning hot the moment the idea crosses your mind. You'll also have the chance to be deliciously close to the vampling. No, don't think like that. The tadpole squirms with excitement in your brain, making you wince slightly at the sudden movement behind your eyes. You sigh and straighten your posture.

"Fine. But not a drop more than you need."

"What? I- Okay. Yes. Perfectly reasonable. Shall we make ourselves comfortable?"

Astarion motions towards his dimly lit tent and you nod, keeping a death grip on your bottom lip between your teeth. His hand rests at the small of your back to guide you into the cramped living space, the gentle yet dominant gesture making your knees nearly buckle underneath you. His breath is warm on your ear. "Lie down." Without hesitation, you lower yourself knees first to his bedroll, a quiet growl rumbling in the vampire's chest as he watches you closely. You choke back a quiet whimper, clearing your throat quickly. Astarion moves next to you and smiles, giving your shoulder a gentle push to lower you the rest of the way to the plush surface beneath you. A trembling hand moves up to cup the back of your head.

"Stay still for me.."

Before you can respond the vampire bares his fangs, moving in to plunge them deep into the sensitive flesh of your neck. Icy hot pain courses through you, each vein in your body simultaneously burning. You whimper up into Astarion's ear. The hand on the back of your head tightens its grip, holding onto your soft hair now. Your mouth falls open at the tension on the back of your head. "A-Astarion.." Is all you can say as his tongue laps at the fresh wounds on your neck, little grunts of enjoyment vibrating your skin. You mewl at the new sensation and grab a fistful of his shirt, desperately pulling him closer to you. He finally breaks contact with your neck, gazing down at you with drunken eyes.

"Gods, you're.. Delicious.."

Little black spots speckle your vision as you try to focus on Astarion's face, a woozy feeling rushing over you suddenly. He must've been starving, he's basically drained you and left you on empty. Your heart thumps in your ears. Soft hands push the hair from your face before resting on your cheeks, giving the now sickly pale skin a few little gentle slaps. A devilish grin thins your lips.

"That was incredible. I feel incredible."

...

Late night feedings have become a regular thing for you and Astarion. You reveled in the intimate way he'd hold you close to him to ensure you wouldn't move, hand tangling in your hair to keep your neck steady. It left you needy every single time, often excusing yourself to a secluded part in the woods to relieve the urges, the freedom to be as loud as you want. Tonight is one of those nights.

Astarion stands and wipes his lips with the back of his hand, licking the remnants of your blood carefully from his skin. He groans happily before helping you back to your feet. You smile and say your goodbyes quickly, dashing out of the tent. He quirks an eyebrow, waiting for your footsteps to fall silent before peaking his head out of his tent, scanning around for you. He spots you ducking into the woods and pure curiosity wills him to follow. "Where in the hells is she going?" Astarion slinks out of his tent and picks up on your scent like a lost dog, carefully following your trail. He crouches low, making sure to leave a decent amount of distance between you so you don't detect his presence.

You tip toe through the thick foliage, leaves quietly crunching under your boots. Stopping in your usual clearing, you sigh heavily, carefully scoping out the area for any intruders before lowering yourself to the ground. Shaky fingers unlace your boots and kick them off in a rush, fumbling with the ties on your shirt. You groan with anticipation and fling the garment to the side, standing up to quickly shimmy out of your leathers. Goosebumps raise all over your pale skin at the cool night air and you slide out of your underwear last, a sticky puddle of arousal staining the fabric. You toss those aside, eyes doing another once-over of the land. No one in sight. You lean against a large oak tree and stare up at the sky, gulping down the massive lump in your throat. You're so desperate for release. So needy. So wet. You close your eyes and allow your fingers to travel over your chest, little whimpers escaping your dry throat as you carefully circle your painfully erect nipples. You give one a pinch, grinding your hips at the air. "F-Fuck.."

Astarion breeches the thick line of trees and enters the clearing quietly, eyes roaming the area in search of you. He catches a glimpse of your boots and smirks, gaze flicking to your pile of clothes. "The little devil." His pointy ears perk up at your moan and he leans in the direction of the sound, holding his breath for a moment to listen even closer. Stifling a moan of his own, he moves towards the tree you're leaning against, eyes fixed on your profile. Without noticing the intruder, your fingers slide down your abdomen, muscles flexing at the feather light touch before hungrily dipping between your folds. You tilt your head higher, jaw falling open as you collect your arousal on your fingers and carefully shimmy your feet further apart to give yourself more room to work. Your knees buckle, your belly aches with desire, your skin burns for attention. Astarion moves in closer, the sound of his shuddering breath causing you to freeze. Your eyes snap open.

"W-who's there? I swear to the gods above, I'll kill you."

The vampire moves into view, tongue flicking out over his bottom lip to moisten the skin. He steps in front of you, placing both hands on the tree to trap you between his body and the tall oak. You gaze up at him, blinking in embarrassment.

"Having all of this fun without me, pet? I'm hurt."

"I.. I just.. Didn't want to bother you with asking. Wasn't sure you'd be interested?"

"Hmph. May I?"

You nod quickly at his question, pushing your hips forward. Astarion tuts, reaching a hand down to rub over your sensitive mound, earning a strained moan. He leans in close to your ear, exhaling slowly before biting at your lobe, a low growl building in his belly.

"At least you had the decency to consider my feelings. How sweet of you."

He presses a single digit to your clit and rubs slow circles, cooing into your ear after each of your whimpers as he gradually picks up speed. Both of your hands find the front of his shirt and give it a rough tug to pull him closer to you, hips bucking up against his touch. He licks a slow, hot stripe up the side of your neck, the still fresh bite mark stinging from his saliva. You chew your lip for a moment, releasing the flesh to whisper up at him.

"May I touch you?"

His fingers pause at your words and he stares down at you, expression melting into one of almost sadness. No one has ever asked to touch him as sweetly as you just did. He's so used to being just a body, a toy. Someone for people to play with as they please. Tears well up in the corners of his eyes and he blinks them away quickly. You back yourself against the tree and wait for his response, hands resting at your sides, The vampire nods down at you, mumbling a soft "Please." You flash a sweet smile up at him, placing your hands on his chest and slowly sliding them down his slender body, falling to your knees. He gasps at the touch, head tilting up towards the sky. A hand instinctively rests on the back of your head.

"If at any point you get uncomfortable, please tell me and I'll stop, okay?"

He beams down at you, bottom lip quivering. You quickly undo the lacing on his leathers and press gentle kisses to his already stiff cock through the fabric, Astarion grasping a handful of your hair in response. You giggle to yourself and tug his leathers down carefully. "Mm.." His eyes darken with lust. He tugs your hair to tilt your head up, forcing you to look at him. His hand leaves your hair and circles around your neck, fingers fitting perfectly in the subtle indents just below your jawline. You grunt at the sudden restriction of air.

"Such a good pet. So obedient for me. I want you to touch yourself while I fuck your throat. Can you do that?"

You groan and nod up at him, face turning red from the lack of oxygen. He releases your neck, giving your cheek a gentle slap before grasping your jaw firmly, fingers sliding upwards to squish your cheeks together.

"Good girl."

You mewl at the roughness of his hands, cunt dripping onto your thick thighs. He releases your face and frees his cock from the constricting leather. You part your knees and slide a hand down between them, fingers swirling around in the mess. Astarion grasps his cock in his hand, giving it a few pumps before pressing the weeping tip to your lips, swiping the pre-cum around your cheeks and mouth.

"Open."

You obey happily, parting your lips and letting your tongue lull out, a thin line of drool falling onto your chest. The vampire taps his throbbing member against your tongue, swiping it back and forth before shoving it as far into your mouth as he can. Your lips wrap tightly around the base as he bottoms out. His head falls back, jaw slack from the warmth of your mouth. You bob your head carefully after giving yourself a moment to adjust to his girth in your throat and your fingers move furiously against your clit, slick coating your trembling hand. Your free hand sits firm on the ground beneath you to hold you steady. Astarions hands move to your hair, grabbing a fistful on each side of your head to keep you in place as he fucks into your throat, groaning with each thrust. Drool spills out of the corners of your mouth when he pushes in. He pauses his thrusts and slides his boot between your legs, gritting his teeth before growling down at you.

"Fuck yourself on my boot like a good pet. Show me how needy you are."

You scoot closer on your knees, lowering yourself onto the shiny top of his boot and you grind your hips into the leather, both arms wrapping around his leg to hold you steady. He resumes his quick thrusts into your throat, rhythm beginning to falter as he nears his end. He gasps for air. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." You stick your tongue out once more to rub against the underside of his cock, earning a loud moan from the pale elf towering above you. "Gods, please. I'm so close." His voice is desperate now, tough exterior crumbling in front of you. He bucks his hips furiously into your face, the tip of his cock brushing the very back of your throat and you stifle a gag, only earning another moan at the way your throat tightens around him. You grind down roughly onto his boot still, slick coating the black leather. He snaps, completely coming undone, hot ropes of cum shooting into the back of your throat and you swallow quickly, making sure to milk every last drop. The vampire shudders and pulls himself away from you and you keen at the emptiness, a string of drool and cum still connecting the two you of you. You flick your tongue out to collect the fluid, hips still moving in a slow steady motion and you gasp as he lifts his foot into you slightly.

"Filthy."

You grin, moaning up at him, chest heaving as you gasp for air. Swift hands yank you up off of the ground, your back slamming into the oak tree behind you. Astarion's lips crash to yours and you melt in his embrace. His tongue wrestles for dominance in your mouth, the taste of him still lingering there. You groan into his mouth quietly and wrap one leg around his waist, the other still supporting your weight. The kiss feels like it goes on for years, lips moving in perfect harmony. This is perfect. He is perfect. Astarion pulls away from your lips and you whine at the lack of touch, eyes fluttering open to stare up at him.

"May I taste you, pet?"

Astarion's sudden change of tone makes your heart flutter and you nod quickly, resting your ass against the tree. He kneels carefully, nose leaving a soft trail down your hip bone and to the top of your mound. He presses gentle kisses there for a moment. Your hips twitch, a hand reaching out to stroke his hair back lovingly. Without warning, he lifts you up, tossing your legs over his shoulders, pinning you up in the air against the tree. His hands rest under your thighs, spreading your legs apart as far as your hips will allow, opening you up to him. You gasp and reach your hands up above your head to grip the thick trunk. Astarion dips his tongue between your folds and licks a long stripe to your clit then back down, spreading your thick juices around. He groans at your taste. His lips work against your clit now, sucking the sensitive nub between them, creating a tight seal. You cry out in pleasure, back bowing upwards. The sensations knock the wind out of you. Waves of pleasure send you into a daze as he shoves his tongue into your slit, teeth carefully scraping your clit. His fingers dig into your plush thighs, leaving little indents that will surely bruise. You whine and grind your hips against his tongue. He grins, sticking his tongue out, allowing you to take control and you happily oblige, grinding your aching clit against his warm tongue.

"Gods, Astarion I'm gonna-"

Before you can finish your sentence, the vampire wraps his lips around your clit once more, tongue lapping furiously at the bundle of nerves. Electricity pulses up your spine, your climax exploding inside of you. You fall apart in his arms, crying his name out to the empty clearing, his mouth still working you through your release. The over stimulation causes you to writhe in his embrace and you desperately push on his forehead, doing anything you can to escape his hungry mouth. He chuckles and lowers you to your feet, hands resting on your hips now to hold you steady. He licks his lips, pressing a wet kiss to yours. You shudder at the taste of yourself. Astarion leans in to press a gentle kiss to your shoulder, nuzzling his nose into your collar bone and you sigh happily. His voice is low and sultry, breathing still labored.

"You're absolutely divine, my sweet."

You giggle shyly and wrap your arms around the vampire's thin waist, helping him tug his leathers back up into place. Gently trailing your fingers along the skin just above his pants, you gaze up into his eyes, lids lowering. The vampire shudders at your touch, pulling you into a tight hug. Your heart thumps in your chest.

"You're not so bad yourself."

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[nightgoodomens]

Crowley is the character who broke away from being stuck in a cult who follows blindly. He has a really realistic view on the world that he loves and protects. He’s very protective of Aziraphale and humans. He’s so smart he’s been fooling Hell since the beginning. He has seen it all and was involved in most important events of the world.

His whole point is freedom. He is the one who introduced free will. He fell because he hated blind following and control. He calls them all toxic.

So, yes, to see the fandom reduce him to nothing, call him degrading names, act like he canonically wants to be controlled and used, is fucked up. It is so fucked up.

And then taking Aziraphale, who Crowley spent 6 thousand years trying to make him see that he is still stuck in a cult and letting himself be manipulated, and that when Aziraphale cut himself away he automatically started reporting to Crowley instead because he needed someone to report to as he still has this mindset, Aziraphale who spent whole season trying to woo Crowley and create a fantasy ball for them - and reduce him to a cold monster who would want to degrade Crowley and have satisfaction in it…

I just can’t. It’s so insulting to both of them.

Everything Crowley does is a prompt to degrade him for it. (He danced once - degraded. We ignore that Aziraphale danced plenty of times before for him before Crowley danced even once. We ignore that it is something they both do. We don’t call Aziraphale a bitch for it, only Crowley.) Aziraphale doing what Crowley does plus so much more does not result in degradation. No, in his case it is seen as boss behaviour. It’s all just fucked up at this point. Crowley follows him once - degraded. Crowley does anything to show his love - Pet. Whore. Slut. Wants to be owned. Wants to be controlled. Pathetic. Cant cope without Aziraphale. Aziraphale creates the ball, gives away precious belongings for him, plays a damsel in distress, doesn’t accept what’s going on around him, his head is so focused on Crowley and looking at him like at a picture - boss behaviour. Master. Owner. Made Crowley his bitch. All sexually meant too of course. Yikes.

I just… what?

If you’re desperate to degrade one then I guess Aziraphale should take the fall. Except… why the fuck either of them has to?

Because I watch the show and see an Angel and Demon in love. Who want to spend time together. I see Aziraphale who loves Crowley with his whole heart but is still stuck in a cult. I see Crowley who loves Aziraphale with his whole heart but he wants to be free and wants Aziraphale to be free too. I see both of them needing to break free from toxic bosses and finally stop being hurt and controlled. That’s the whole point of the show.

I see so much love and marriage behaviour.

The whole point of the show is freedom.

And some in this fandom shit all over it.

And to take Crowley out of everyone and do this crap to HIM?! And think this would be “taking care of him”?! Oh I shuddered. He doesn’t need to be taken care of, not like this especially. That he needs that?! That Aziraphale/Crowley would want that? When they’re finally free you want them to revert and start doing this to each other instead and act like that’s a good thing.

Fuck. We really watched a different show.

Not everything has to be toxic.

At least - Neil, Michael and David - considering their views during interviews (Crowley being clever and he gets it and wanting Aziraphale to open his eyes and how much they’re like yin and yang and adore and love each other) and on Twitter (Michael basically saying Aziraphale is a bottom and how much he adores Crowley and sees him as Thin Dark Duke) - they watched and acted and directed the show I watched. Because I see it the way they do. Which is the opposite of what so many in this fandom are seeing.

#priv

[moriartyluver]

FALSE LOVERS CHAPTER I

MY DEAREST MOTHER AND FATHER,

How are you? I do hope the two of you are well. I truly miss you both and as if fate has brought us back together once more, I am writing to invite you to visit me in London. I look forward to hearing father's wholesome laughter and mother's silent but affectionate smile.

After months of mother reminding me that I must find a husband to secure my future title of the Grand Duchess [Last name], I have finally found a suitable husband for myself whom I love with all my heart.

Do you remember when you came to visit me at university when I was eighteen years of age? I hope you do. There was a boy there who was talking to me right before father approached me with mother following behind. Father joked about how he seemed to be a potential suitor to which I promptly denied in annoyance.

That young, once irritating, boy is to become my husband within the next few months. We had been courting secretly for a while before our engagement, and the day of the proposal was possibly the happiest day of my life.

William, that is his name if you didn't remember, is a good man. His older brother is Earl Albert James Moriarty, a man who works for the military and his younger adopted brother, Louis James Moriarty is equally noble despite his background. William holds them both dear to him which I find the most beautiful thing.

He's selfless, intelligent (I recall mother making the remark that I would find it difficult to settle with a less clever man than I because I always sought competition in a partner. I suppose she was right because our rivalry in intellect is what drew me to William in the first place) , and very, very handsome. Not like those older men with bushy facial hair and large statures who repulse me ever so slightly, but rather, William has a beautiful sharp and youthful face with the most darling red eyes, more precious than any jewels I've seen in my days in [home country]. His hair is silky and soft with the prettiest blond colour and he always, even when enveloped in fatigue, maintains this angelic beauty.

I couldn't be more happy with any other man. I now realise that the two of you were right when you said I would find a man for myself someday who I will love dearly, and who would love me even more, just like my dear parents love each other.

Was this unexpected? When I was sent to Britain for my studies by the request of my parents, did you ever feel the urge to keep me in [home country] with you? When everyone told the Grand Duke and Duchess that I would become less desirable if I studied in a man's field, did you ever agree with them?

I wouldn't blame you, of course. Although higher education is becoming more available to those of my sex, it is still surprising to some. Thankfully, [home country] is slightly more progressive than England. Sending your only child, and daughter at that, to a separate and somewhat controversial country due to Great Britain's relations with [home country], only for her to study in University then work as a professor despite my status, it must have been upsetting.

I'm glad that during my youngest years as only a mere child with a heavy interest in books and mathematics, Father and Mother, you both noticed my talent. My intellect was recognised and I am forever grateful towards both of you for raising me, not as a feeble young girl, but as the daughter of [father's name] and [mother's name], the Grand Duke and Duchess of [home country]. I was raised with swords and books alongside my dolls and dresses. I wasn't forced to reject my femininity but instead encouraged to embrace it whilst also enhancing my strength and intelligence.

Thanks to the two of you, I am working only for myself and I never, no matter how many degrading comments from noblemen I received, changed myself for anyone. With that upbringing, I had high enough standards to accept a man like william into my world. I hope that you both grow to love him as I do.

So until I see you again, with your blessing for my marriage, I bid you farewell.

With love and admiration,

[Name] [Last name]

"I wonder if that'll convince them," (name) turned to look at her closest aide. "What do you think, Josephine?"

The girl in question looked at the letter in (name)'s hand, her grey eyes skimming over the paper. Her mistress had taught her well and she was able to read the letter with ease.

"You write all that and you still deny that you love Lord Moriarty?" Josephine laughed as she teased (name), who scowled and quickly folded the letter, sliding it into the envelope.

"I don't love him!" she exclaimed, her eyebrows furrowing as her previously empty expression shifted to an irritated one "I just..I needed it to be convincing. My parents, well my father may act a bit silly, but they can both see through me easily in person. I've had to practice my acting skills in the mirror every morning whilst trying not to laugh! It's difficult work Josephine Evans!"

Josephine only laughed more, to the extent tears even threatened to spill from her eyes. A pale finger reached over to wipe her eyes as the brunette tried to regain her composure. "My..ha..My apologies, your ladyship, but I don't think you'll have any issues convincing your parents. Even I find it difficult to remember sometimes that you an' Lord William aren't a real couple."

"So it is convincing..?" (Name) trailed off  "I suppose that issue is sorted..I don't think my parents care too much for the status of the man I marry. Mother is tired of me constantly rejecting my supposed admirers, and father would be glad that his little (nickname) has finally fallen for a man after so long."

"Uhm.." Josephine opened her mouth to speak. (Name) turned around in her chair to face Josephine who was standing behind her. She raised an eyebrow.

"What is it Josephine? You know you can speak freely with me. I'm not a tyrant." (Name) said

"Right..my apologies if this sounds rude, but..how are you to deal with the issue of.." Josephine felt her freckled cheeks grow red in embarrassment

"The issue of...?"

"Offspring!" Josephine said a bit too loud " I mean-..how uh..do you plan to uh...you said earlier that your father joked that he wanted grandchildren so-"

(Name)'s face visibly darkened as if she had seen a ghost. The thought hadn't crossed her mind before hand. It would have been deemed improper in such an era when even seeing a woman's ankles was scandalous.

"I..don't know.." (name) whispered in a depressing tone. "For the first time in my life, I don't think I know the answer.."

"I'm sorry Lady (name)!" Josephine exclaimed as she bowed repeatedly to her depressed mistress "I shouldn't have asked!!"

"I think I should probably talk to William about that..wait no..that's be embarrassing..but if I don't produce an offspring, rumours may spread that our marriage is an unhappy one or that I'm infertile..because of course it's always the woman's fault..maybe rumours would spread that William has a secret lover behind my back..I don't think I could bare that at all..and I can't expose a child to murder and death like that.."

(Name) had started muttering and spiralling in her thoughts. Surely doing..it..with William would be out of the question, right? He wouldn't even dream of such things..at least she hoped he wasn't a pervert of some sort..no..William? A pervert..? Surely the man was still chaste anyways..no woman would be attracted to such a rotten man in (name)'s eyes, let alone love him.

"L-Lady (name)..? I think it's best you sleep on it..it is late after all, and your uncle," Josephine spoke, snapping (name) out of her thoughts "I mean the Marquis, has reminded you to rest every so often.."

(Name) nodded, "I'll quickly stamp this letter and have it sent before morning so it can reach my parents before the engagement ceremony, then I'll sleep.." she said as she poured red wax on the seal of the envelope, stamping it with her personal seal and handing the envelope to Josephine who quickly left to send it off whilst (name) went to bed.

And how did this young lady somehow trap herself in a fake marriage? The problem had routed to about a year before, when she had to ask for help from a certain blond for the first time in her life.

At the time she regretted doing so for the sake of her pride, but now, there would be a lot more to regret in the future thanks to her involvement with Professor William James Moriarty..

The Lord of Crime.

A/N: hey guys, first actual chapter lol. Please give (nice) feedback because I’ve never uploaded a long series to tumblr before so I don’t really know if you guys will like it or not 😞 (please be nice about the feedback or I will cry) Also let me know if you guys wanna be on my tag list bc I’m thinking of making one.

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[sea-owl]

So how do Penelope and Colin actually get together in the arranged marriage AU? It seems like Colin sees Pen as his but doesn't even really know what he means by "my Pen." I'd just love to see the moment when Colin goes from "my Pen" (best friend) to "MY Pen" (love of my wife and the future mother of our children).

Believe it or not, I can probably pinpoint that moment.

Along the timeline, it would be in Penelope's first season. Since Penelope was already engaged, Portia didn't feel the need to debut her early, but it still ended up happening because the older two were not very successful on the marriage mart.

Portia found that a lot of potential suitors or their matchmaking mamas wanted attention from the future Mrs. Bridgerton. Portia debated and then counted the numbers of the family financials from her late husband. She wanted her daughters to be safe, and that meant finding them good matches. While she had no worries for Penelope and Felicity, they were both smarter and cleverer than their older sisters, Prudence, and Philippa needed help. So, a year early, Penelope debuted into society.

Penelope would spend the first half of balls miserable as she was dragged around the room by her mother with her older sisters. Being forced to make conversation with people who wouldn't even notice she was there if she wasn't engaged to Colin. The second half she would spend with Daphne as they both avoided those who were trying to weasel their way into the future Duchess of Hastings and furure Mrs. Bridgerton's good graces. Sometimes, they would hide behind Anthony, who was just as protective of his future sister in-laws as he was of his biological sisters.

At this point in time, Colin has gone on a Grand Tour to finish out his University years. He and Penelope write to each other while he is away.

Insert the season of 1813, April 1813, to be exact. Lady Danbury's ball. If you want to get real specific chapter 2 of The Duke and I.

Colin had arrived home early from his Grand Tour. He says he was low on money, but really, he got two letters. One letter was from Penelope saying she was debuting this season. That left an ugly feeling in Colin. The other letter was from Felicity saying she would hunt him down with Sunshine if he didn't get his butt home and make those people at the balls stop harrassing her sister. That left an even uglier feeling in Colin.

After getting the two letters Colin soon found himself on a ship heading back to London.

His family had already left for the ball by the time he got home, so Colin figured he surprise them and Pen. When he got there his older brothers, Daphne, and Penelope were in a circle talking. He could hear Penelope make a witty remark about whatever they were talking about.

"Besides Colin-" Penelope looked to the side and locked eyes with her fiance. "Colin!"

This gained his siblings' attention, who also greeted him.

"I say were you all bugging my fiancé?" Colin joked as stood next to Penelope.

Benedict rolled his eyes. "If anything, we're saving her from those vultures."

A quick glance around the room proved this true. Some were better than others at hiding their stares, but many had their predatory eyes on Penelope. Colin moved closer to his Pen, and pretended to read over her dance card, blocking her smaller body with his own body. He and his siblings vehemently disliked how others try to get in with the Bridgertons by using their fiancés.

Penelope gave Colin a grateful smile, and he returned a smile to her as well. He found he wanted to reassure her, let her know that he will always be there to protect her.

Colin glanced down at Penelope's dance card. It was blank other than his brothers' names.

That ugly feeling returned. Swooping in Colin's stomach and he felt the impulse to scratch out his brothers' names and fill every dance slot with his own.

Now Colin knows his brothers dancing with his Pen was nothing more than brotherly affection. The same as if they were dancing with Daphne. He also knows Anthony and Benedict have their own fiancés, Kate and Sophie, who they remain loyal to. Yet that ugly feeling was still there.

Colin found he wanted to hold his Pen, and in a ball room there is only one way to do that with so many eyes on you.

"Pen?" Colin asked. "Is your mother expecting you to return to her side any time soon?"

Penelope shook her head. "No. Mama made a deal with me that I follow her for first half of the ball and the second half I do whatever I please."

"Good." Colin smiled, grabbing his Pen's hand. "Because we are dancing."

As Colin twirled his Pen around, he could not bring himself to not stare at her. He knows he's been gone for over a year, but now it's sinking in how long it's been since he's been on the presence of his personal ray of sunshine. He's missed her, his wife.

Colin's brain paused. Did he just refer to Penelope as his wife? Yes, it is an eventual thing in the next few years after Colin sorts out his occupation, but he's always called her his fiancé or his Pen.

Their dance ended, and Penelope spotted something behind him.

"Oh, look Colin! Simon has returned too! We must go say hello!"

Penelope grabbed Colin's hand this time and began to lead him back to his siblings, and now Simon, were.

His wife Penelope, yes Colin actually rather liked the thought.

#arranged marriage au #polin #bridgerton #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington

[comradebezukhov]

Enamoured

Pierre Bezukhov x f!reader fic

Word count: 2.1 K

Fic type: fluff, confession fic, friends to lovers

Warnings: brief mention of masturbation/sex, almost-sex, slight age gap (Pierre is 29-30 while reader is 21)

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Count Pierre Bezukhov is no stranger to love.

He is ashamed to admit it, but he has been enamoured with many women throughout his life. From the servant girl that took care of him when he was a child to the wife of the viscount that he stayed with in Paris, from the beautiful Helene to the young Natasha. Yet his love always ended in disaster, the servant girl left Bezukhov household after getting engaged to a man form her hometown, the wife of the viscount saw him as nothing more than a child, Helene divorced him for a Spanish royal, and Natasha will be married to Andrei in a month. It has occured to him that he was not blessed with the gift of romance by fate, and over time he has gradually accepted the fact.

Yet this time, he dares to hope that it would be different.

Princess (Y/N) Lebedev, the 21-year-old daughter of Prince Lebedev the diplomat, is an enchanting creature. You are currently staying with your father in Berlin, where Pierre will be spending the winter, as he has been requested by the freemasons. Prince Lebedev, a old friend of his father, has been kind enough to host him. The family has welcomed him with cordial familiarity despite it being their very first encounter, and Pierre is quite content with this little getaway after the war.

Right now you are sitting across Pierre at the dinner table. Your gleaming eyes greet Pierre's warmly as they do to anyone else's in the dining room, and Pierre couldn't help but smile back. There is something in you that makes his heart skip a bit, yet he can't quite name it.

The chatter in the room suddenly fades when Prince Lebedev speaks, “You know, it is hard to believe that my bright daughter has, once again, turned down a suitor.”

“Papa!” scolded (Y/N).

“It's alright darling, I'm just entertaining our guests, eh?” He continued. (Y/N)'s face turns a even brighter shade of red.

A little girl's voice is heard, “And who is it that (Y/N) turned down, Uncle?”

“You won't believe it,” says your mother, “It was M.Becker, Old Becker's second son.”

One of (Y/N)'s cousin gasped in disbelief, “That so? But why? Dear cousin, I simply do not see any imperfections in M. Becker. I understand that you are not shallow like some of us, who only care about wealth and looks (the cousin was looking at her own sister while saying that), but M.Becker, well, he was as clever as he is well-mannered. I can't understand why you would refuse him.”

You put down the glass of champagne before speaking, “M. Becker is a very fine gentlemen, that is for certain, by I just find myself incompatible with him and the air or arrogance that he carries with himself.”

“What about Duke William, the cousin of the English King?”

“Mama, he's 20 years older than me!” You say.

“Still, at this rate, your baby sister would be married before you,” comments the Prince, gesturing to his toddler daughter.

“Well,” interupts Pierre, drawing the attention of everyone else in the dining hall, “I am sure that for a young heiress like (Y/N), another eligible bachelor would be at your door asking for her hand in no time.”

Pierre glances around the room as he speaks, his face heating up as you give him a grateful smile.

“But she keeps turning all of them down! It is natural for a mother to worry, certainly.”

“Without a doubt,” Pierre replies, “but I believe that with her beauty and wit, she gets to be picky about the man she will spend the rest of her life with.”

Your face suddenly flushes as Pierre speak these words, and he can't help but wonder if there is a certain man that you are thinking of. Something hot burns in Pierre's chest, a mixture of jealousy and fear, but it is soon replaced by a hollow feeling of self-pity. Surely, whether you are in love with another man or not, you would never possibly want him, a divorced man who has nothing but his wealth.

The conversation is soon taken over by someone else. Pierre has finished another bottle of wine by the time the Prince urges everyone into the ballroom.

Pierre just sits in the corner, observing the circles of man and woman around him. He tries to keeps his gaze away from you, but it is an impossible task. Your ivory dress and the pearls in your headdress are literally shining in the candlelight. You look like a goddess, and he just can't help but stare in awe.

He notices that you seem to be under some form of distress as you stand next to your mother. No one is asking you for a dance, he realizes. This shocks him, but delights him even more, and he finds himself advancing towards you before he is able to stop himself.

“May I have the first dance, if I am allowed to ask for such an honour?”

The way your face lights up warms his heart, “Yes, of course!”

His palm is sweaty as he leads you to the dance floor, and he prays that you will not notice it.

“Thank you, Count, for saving me just then,” you say as the two of you waltz to the music.

He chuckles, his face flushing with bashfulness, “You are exaggerating, Princess. I only spoke the truth.”

You smile widens. He can feel his heart racing, “Still, thank you. You were the only one who hasn't told me that I should get myself a husband before I become an old maid.”

“Do not listen to them,” he says, his voice sincere, as he twirls you around the room. “I stand my ground, a clever, pretty young woman like you gets to be picky. You deserve the brightest, handsomest, best man on earth and nobody else.”

“You flatter me,” you giggle, the sound of your laughter is like music to his ears, “thank you.”

“You have been thanking me an awful lot tonight, Princess.”

“And you have been awfully kind to me tonight, Count.”

He smiles, and the two of you are silent from then on. Somehow, you look even more divine upclose, your smile radiant, your breath quickening as you dance. Oh how he wishes that this moment can be frozen in time, that the song will never end.

But it does, and Pierre just stands and watches as your newly married cousin approaches the two of you to ask for a dance.

He acknowledges your cousin by nodding to him as you give him once final tender glance. Your eyes lingers at you walk away, not noticing that you are in the way of a server holding several glasses of champagne.

The glasses fall to the ground as you and the sever collide and fall to the ground. Most of the liquid end up splashed onto the server, while one of the glass pieces has cut your hand.

“Y/N!” cries your cousin. He quickly pulls you up.

“Hold them for me, please,” he says, handing the gloves to Pierre as he inspects your wound. “We need to get you out of here. Count, do help me tell her parents, won't you? Excellent.”

Pierre watches, concerned as your cousin and his wife escort you away. He found your parents in the other end of the ballroom, and excuses himself as soon as his mission is completed.

He has considered checking up on you, but realises he does not know where you are, so he decides to simply retire for the night.

Your gloves fall out of his pocket as he undresses. He picks them up, the smoothmess of the silk making his skin sting. Only a small part of one of the gloves is stained by the blood which has already dried. They smell just like you, soft, refreshing and flowery. He lifts them to his nose and sniff them greedily, taking in and memorising your scent.

He grip on the fabric tightens as he allows himself to fall onto the bed. He quickly loosens his trousers, his hand quickg crawling to his crotch. A moan escapes his mouth as he feels the silk between his legs...

“Count Bezukhov?” a soft, feminine voice calls out. He must be hallucinating, he thinks, why else would you be in his room?

“Count?” the voice repeats, and he lifts his head to find you standing at his door, changed into a blue cotton gown, your eyes widened, shock clearly written on your face.

Pierre quickly realises what a horrid scene that must be, his private part exposed, your gloves being held around it. Shame overwhelms him.

“I am so sorry, (Y/N),” he mutters, desperately trying to cover himself.

“I was knocking,” you say, gesturing to the door with your bandaged hand, “but you didn't answer. Then I heard you cry out and I thought you were in danger.”

“Oh,” he says, staring at the floor, too embarrassed to meet your gaze, “why... why are you looking for me at such an hour?”

“I was wondering if you can return my gloves,” you say, your eyes darting to the silk, already stained by his precum. “But it seems that there are no need now.”

His face flushes even redder, tears begin to pool in his eyes, “Sorry, (Y/N), I was just— I am so sorry, I am ashamed of myself, I should leave immediately the next morning. You would never see me again. Do not think ill of me, no, feel free to be disgusted by me, I know that I am—but I am just—I—”

“Hush, Pierre,” you say, calling him by the name now.

“What?" He mutters, confused.

“I am... surprised, but I am not disgusted, not exactly.”

“But how...?”

He takes in a deep breath as you make your way towards his bed, locking the door behind you.

“Do you want me, Pierre?”

“I... What?”

“Do you want me?” you repeat, a smirk climbing onto your face.

He sighes, and whispers, his voice shaky, “Yes, yes I do, since the moment I met you.”

“Good,” you mumble softly, “because I want you too.”

“What? But—” you cut him off with a kiss.

His heart nearly falls out of his chest when you allow yourself to sit on top of him.

“All those men that I turned down?” you say, your lips touching his with each syllable, “I did it because of you. I was hoping that you would make a move, but since you didn't I thought you were not interested...”

“No, that is not true,” he says breathlessly. “I just... don't believe that I am deserving of your love.”

“Why would you think that?” You hold his face between your palms, “You are to me the brightest, handsomest, best man on earth. Always.”

“I... I still don't believe I am worthy of you,” he says, your warmth making his head spin.

“Then I shall prove it to you,” you says, before leaning down to kiss him again. You taste like wine and honey, he thinks, and he almost faints when he feels you gently bite his lower lip.

Pierre moans as your hand roughly rub his thigh. His is running his hand through your hair when he feels your fingers unlacing your own dress.

“Wait, (Y/N), not yet,” he says, pulling away.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” You question with a frown.

“No, it's just that... it's not right for me to take you, right now.”

You pout and he just takes a deep breath.b“I should talk to your father tomorrow.”

“About what?” you ask, anxious that he is talking about leaving.

“Well, my dear,” he says, reassuming that air of seriousness that he had talked to you in during the ball, “We're no strangers to love. You know the rules and so do I.”

“A full commitment is what I am thinking of,” he continues, “You wouldn't get it from any other guy.”

You open your mouth and try to speak, but he gently press a finger to your lips, begging you to let him continue, “I just want to tell you how I am feeling. Got to make you understand that I'm never goung to give you up, never going to let you down, never going to run around and desert you, never going to tell a lie and hurt you.

As he seals the promise with a kiss, you smile to yourself, knowing that you have found a man who is never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna throw a marble table at you and try to kill you.

#war and peace #pierre bezukhov #Pierre Bezukhov x reader #paul dano x reader #Pierre Bezukhov imagines #paul dano imagines #Pierre Bezukhov/reader #Paul Dano/reader #Paul Dano

[blackjackkent]

OK. Prison break report. This took a little finagling and several attempts but here's the upshot. Very long post. XD

There are cells to the east, south, and west of our entry point, as well as several cells in the main room and one gnome who apparently already freed herself.

West is where Ravengard is being held.

The plan here, roughly, is to slam a potion of haste each and split up. The faster we can get all the doors open, the more time all the prisoners have to run for the exit. East seems to be the longest distance to travel, but south is full of water, so there are various complications.

Minsc and Hector can both triple dash (from their rogue extra bonus action and Cunning Action), so we'll send them to the east and west. (According to Hector's character sheet, with all three dashes enabled and standing next to Karlach for her Aspect of the Elk aura, he can move 72 meters in a turn - which maths out to 12m/s or just under 27 miles per hour. XD If he has the Potion of Speed up, this increases to 108 meters per turn - 18m/s or 40mph. This man is going off the rails.)

Karlach has the longest jump distance, so she'll go south across the water. Jaheira is slowest so she'll hang out in the main room and open doors there.

Boo, tragically, does not seem to be able to pull the levers to open the cells. :( Short king.

There are a few sahuagin guards hanging around but it seems like running is probably a better bet than trying to fight them so we're going to try to ignore them at least to start.

Such is the opening state of play.

Actually pursuing the plan turns out to have some complications, namely... Mizora. Of course.

She is, it seems, not particularly happy with Hector and Co. trying to go around her deal with Wyll. (To be completely fair, I chose to come here deliberately, but Hector didn't, but I doubt Mizora cares about this nuance.)

As soon as the door opens on Ravengard's cell, there's immediate echoing laughter in the air - the same laughter which, creepily, plays whenever you put Wyll through the level-up/respec screen.

Yep, that's right, Mr. Duke. How about we talk about it in the submarine, where we--

Oh. Well. That seems fine. Tell her I say hi, I guess.

I'm actually a bit big mad about this, because even with triple dashing which is enough to open every cell door in the western hallway, Hector still has one action left because of the Haste potion, which means... he can do this:

However, it looks as if Fiendish Obeisance isn't being treated as actually coming FROM Mizora, because it stayed active even after Hector cast this on Ravengard.

I was REAL proud of how clever I was being, too :/

Anyway, decided this was a problem for next turn Roz and moved on to having everyone rescue the rest of the gnomes. Minsc with his triple dash had an easy peasy time getting the doors to the east open on the first turn. Karlach, who I just realized has boots of speed and Misty Step in addition to her jump distance, had a similarly easy time with the southern hallway. Both of them were able to run almost all the way back out again too. Double dash with a haste potion is no joke. Jaheira also had no trouble Misty Stepping around the central room to get all her doors open in one turn as well.

At this point we've amassed a pretty sizeable collection of rescuees, mostly gnomes but also a few humans who seem to be members of Ravengard's retinue:

All of them (except Ravengard) have a buff on called "Glimpse of Freedom" which increases their movement speed. So getting all the doors open on one turn seems like a good start and hopefully they'll all just motor their way out by themselves without my assistance.

Ravengard seems like he's going to be a problem, though. Dimension Door would make this quite simple, but Shadowheart is back at camp, probably brooding, and we have no scrolls for it, so we've got to do this the hard way.

I got control of Ravengard when his turn came around, which made me briefly hopeful that maybe the protection from good and evil worked after all, but 'twas not to be:

Aw shit. Here she comes.

"Well, look who it is. I was hoping you'd bound along. A bargain's a bargain - and I've come to see it through." She glares at Ravengard imperiously. "Mea furia. Kneel for me."

Without hesitation, puppeted on invisible strings, the Duke kneels.

Mizora smiles coldly.

"If only Wyll were here to see this. This *is* what he wanted, after all... Now stand back and enjoy the show!"

And she vanishes, replaced instead by seven infernal spiders who all swarm Ravengard at once.

...OK, let's try that again. Fuck you, Mizora.

Resetting back to the point where Ravengard came out of the cell, I skipped trying to apply PfEaG to him and instead hurled Hector's only Potion of Supreme Healing onto the Duke's dumb face. I then ran everyone else through their rescue missions in the other hallways again, pivoting them all towards the east when they were done in preparation to act as an honor guard to get this poor bastard out of here. I also sent Boo down the eastern hallway for moral support.

This is a very busy opening turn. :P

Triggered Mizora again, and this time, as planned, the spiders weren't able to one-shot him, although they did come pretty damn close and also triggered something called "Blood-Scent Frenzy" in one of the nearby sahuagin.

However, the fact that he lived past the first turn made it possible for a) Hector to toss another health potion on him and beat the shit out of the threatening sahuagin, b) Minsc to barrel completely from one end of the facility to the other and finish the sahuagin off before running almost all the way back to the escape ladder, c) Jaheira to toss another health potion on him and kill the last two spiders, and d) him to survive the explosions from the last two spiders and start running for the door.

Meanwhile I ended up sending Karlach back down the west hallway where Minsc came from so she could provide her Elk speedy aura to the gnomes that were still trying to get out.

(I have no idea if this is as interesting to read as it was to play, but it was VERY intense in the moment. :D I felt very cool and strategic.)

At this point, things started to get a smidge more concerning, as more sahuagin started spawning in and everyone's haste potions wore off so we basically completely lost a turn (other than, thankfully, Ravengard being able to make a break for the door). I also realized there had been no sign of Omeluum this whole time. (I also discovered that two of the gnome hostages had been killed; probably it's possible to get them all out safely and maybe I will try on a future run but for right now I'm counting it as a victory if we get most of them plus Ravengard and Omeluum out.)

Omeluum is hanging out in a side corridor off the western passageway. Originally I was gonna send Karlach after him since she's already down that way, but he's also behind a locked door which means Hector; I had him chug another haste potion to postpone the lethargy and book it down the hallway while everyone else headed for the exit ladder. (Conveniently, this happened right as Omeluum decided to pop into his head and tell him to GO, which Hector ignored. Going to be a bit of interesting soul-searching later about him going to these lengths to help a mind flayer, I suspect - especially while he's planning to betray the Emperor.)

The gnomes, bless them, did pretty much make a run for it to safety without my assistance while all this was going on. And with Karlach's Aspect of the Elk and Minsc throwing health potions from the upper level we were able to get Ravengard out of danger with three turns remaining.

The number of sahuagin in the place was starting to make the game chug a little bit, though. O.O

Hector got to Omeluum on turn 5 and had no remaining actions to help Omeluum out of his restraints, which meant that everything started happening very fast on turn 6. At this point everyone else had made it into the submersible so it was ONLY Hec and Omeluum unaccounted for.

I had it on good authority from @zenjestrr that Omeluum could bamf his own damn self straight to the submersible, so Hector gave him a help action and then started barreling out of there.

And with Haste, with three dashes, 30 remaining HP after every AoO in the place, and a brainful of absolute panicked terror...

...he barely made it.

YESSSSSSSS.

Omeluum had a pretty tight time of it; there were eight sahuagin in the room with him by the time his turn finally came around at the bottom of the order, but he was still alive. Barely.

Go boy go!

And he made it in and at the last minute we sailed away!

Fun little cutscene (which Minsc got control of for some reason, but I didn't feel like going back and wrestling it to try and figure out why it wasn't Hector) of everyone getting into the sub and looking relieved.

Woohoo, we did it! \o/

That was intense, haha.

Several follow-up scenes, it seems, but it is late so those will have to come tomorrow before raids. :D

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #i play-by-played this pretty hard bc i was enjoying myself but i have no idea if it's fun to read XD #this was a wild sequence though #really got a kick out of this

[marinerainbow]

//O M G so I love your eel ideas and now I have to tell you mine.

Smartass: California Moray (Gymnathorax mordax) because they're brown, toothy, have goldish brown eyes and while its rare they have attacked humans and left puncture wounds. They have a pharyngeal jaw, which is an extra set of jaws that come out from the back of their head to drag prey to their throat. They also enter symbiotic relationships with shrimp and that works with Smartass' "you scratch my back, maybe I'll scratch yours" mentality. He's patient and intelligent if not slightly viscious.

Greasy: Green Moray (Gymnothorax funebris) Like Smartass he also has a pharyngeal jaw but is freakier and creepier with it. He is a cooperative hunter and will often follow anyone who is slightly better at it than him so he can have his share of the spoils. His goal is to mate as much as possible and have loads of his little descendents swimming the seas. Only problem is no female moray will choose him. But like most morays, he will wait until game comes to him. POV: You're a female moray minding her own business and this guy tries to charm you.

Wheezy: Wolf Eel (Anarrhichtys ocellatus) While not technically an eel (though don't bring this up to him he'll snap your fingers off) he's a valued asset because of his formiddable jaw. He's incredibly patient and a sharp shooter with his tail, curling into an S shape for his attack. Wolf eels are actually very curious and good at hiding. They also make good parents and mate for life. They are hunters from Day 1. Also as they age they turn browner or olive green and their pattern is somewhat smokey.

Psycho: Shortfinned cutthroat eel (Synaphobranchus brevidorsalis) they're long bottom feeders and efficient hunters who love their food and will also eat dead matter. At first I was going to make him an electric eel because his weasel version probably had electro-shock treatment but then I remembered they're freshwater so he wouldn't be able to live in the sea but the cutthroat species communicate through electrical organ discharges. Also the name was just perfect. Alternatively he could be a conger eel because they're adorable but toothy!

Stupid: I'm going to agree with you and say Spotted Moray (Gymnothorax moringa) I was originally going to go with a larger conger variety but if we go by the headcanon that Smartass and he are "brothers" they should look a bit similar. Especially the ones that have kind of that goofy look on their face. They are active during the day, are usually solitary and shy and like to eat crabs. Stupid's jaw at the back is worn out a bit from being too overexcited when grabbing crustaceans. Keeping them is imoractical due to their size. Look at this unit!

Just gonna put this ask here, so anybody who reads this will see what you mean right away ^^ and don't worry about it!

I absolutely love all of these options! I gotta agree with them ^^ And I got to learn some new species too. I'm very intrigued by the wolf eel ^^

Ngl my favorite is Greasy. Just- ok let's analyze this real quick. Among animals, while the other males are duking it out trying to woo the females, a weaker but smarter male will find a way to sneak past them. And the female is so into it!! Here, it sounds like Greasy is indeed the more intelligent bachelor among Moray Eels. At least the most clever. But Greasy is such a creepy dick that the girls still pass him up! They pass up the chance of their descendants knowing how to survive because Greasy can't keep it in his pants! Greasy blocks himself! 🤣🤣

Also, that picture is just sending me. Imagining that eel as Greasy. And just... It looks so cute! Even though it looks like it's rearing to attack the cameraman XD @slashingdisneypasta would you be able to resist that face on Eel!Greasy? XD

#asks #fish AU #Mermaid AU #eels #animals #fish #marine #wfrr #Toon Patrol #Smartass Weasel #Stupid Weasel #Greasy Weasel #Wheezy Weasel #Psycho Weasel #who framed roger rabbit #disney #disney villains

[rockislandadultreads]

Picks for PRIDE: Queer Historical Romances

A Lady for a Duke by Alexis Hall

When Viola Caroll was presumed dead at Waterloo she took the opportunity to live, at last, as herself. But freedom does not come without a price, and Viola paid for hers with the loss of her wealth, her title, and her closest companion, Justin de Vere, the Duke of Gracewood. Only when their families reconnect, years after the war, does Viola learn how deep that loss truly was. Shattered without her, Gracewood has retreated so far into grief that Viola barely recognises her old friend in the lonely, brooding man he has become. As Viola strives to bring Gracewood back to himself, fresh desires give new names to old feelings. Feelings that would have been impossible once and may be impossible still, but which Viola cannot deny. Even if they cost her everything, all over again.

The Perks of Loving a Wallflower by Erica Ridley

As a master of disguise, Thomasina Wynchester can be a polite young lady—or a bawdy old man. Anything to solve the case. Her latest assignment unveils a top-secret military cipher covering up an enigma that goes back centuries. But when Tommy’s beautiful new client turns out to be the highborn lady she’s secretly smitten with, more than her mission is at stake... Bluestocking Miss Philippa York doesn’t believe in love. Her cold heart didn't pitter-patter when she was betrothed to a duke, nor did it break when he married someone else. All Philippa desires is to rescue her priceless manuscript and decode its clues to unmask a villain. She hates that she needs a man's help—so she’s delighted to discover the clever, charming baron at her side is in fact a woman. Her cold heart... did it just pitter-patter?

The Hellion's Waltz by Olivia Waite

It’s not a crime to steal a heart... Sophie Roseingrave hates nothing more than a swindler. After her family lost their piano shop to a con man in London, they’re trying to start fresh in a new town. Her father is convinced Carrisford is an upright and honest place, but Sophie is not so sure. She has grave suspicions about silk-weaver Madeline Crewe, whose stunning beauty doesn’t hide the fact that she’s up to something. All Maddie Crewe needs is one big score, one grand heist to properly fund the weavers’ union forever. She has found her mark in Mr. Giles, a greedy draper, and the entire association of weavers and tailors and clothing merchants has agreed to help her. The very last thing she needs is a small but determined piano-teacher and composer sticking her nose in other people’s business. If Sophie won’t be put off, the only thing to do is to seduce her to the cause. Will Sophie’s scruples force her to confess the plot before Maddie gets her money? Or will Maddie lose her nerve along with her heart?

The Pursuit Of... by Courtney Milan

What do a Black American soldier, invalided out at Yorktown, and a white British officer who deserted his post have in common? Quite a bit, actually. • They attempted to kill each other the first time they met. • They're liable to try again at some point in the five-hundred mile journey that they're inexplicably sharing. • They are not falling in love with each other. • They are not falling in love with each other. • They are… Oh, no. The Pursuit Of… is about a love affair between two men and the Declaration of Independence. It’s a novella of around 38,000 words.

#Romance #Queer Romance #LGBTQIA #PRIDE #books for PRIDE #historical romance #queer historical romance #lgbtq characters #lgbtq books #lgbtq #to read #tbr #reading recommendations #book recs #Book Recommendations #library books #highly recommend #Highly Rated #booklr #booktok #book tumblr #reading list

[xiaoshengnu]

𝕾𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕾𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊 - final review

overview : EPISODE NO. - 38 episodes GENRE - wuxia 

Xu Fengnian is the first born son of the fearsome warlord Xu Xiao, the Duke of Beiliang- and probably the biggest hunk of scum in the whole empire. despite his father being a great martial artist and warlord, Xu Fengnian can’t wield a sword to save his life, he’s shameless, he's lazy, he’s an all-round playboy- he’s a good for nothing. 

or so everyone believes. 

l⃣e⃣ t⃣’ s⃣    b⃣e⃣g⃣i⃣n⃣

I love this drama so much- despite handling pretty serious situations that are matter of life and death, it’s so so so funny and chaotic. Sword Snow Stride is a drama which follows Xu Fengnian’s growth from a reluctant though highly intelligent heir of the duchy Beiliang to it’s capable, cunning and yes, shameless, future ruler. The writing of the show is so clever, and plot twists and political mechanisms are incredibly entertaining to watch. 

o⃣u⃣t⃣     o⃣ f⃣     t⃣ e⃣ n⃣

𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙 - 9/10

𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 - 10/10

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 - 7/10

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 - 7/10

𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕖 - 8.25

o⃣u⃣t⃣    o⃣ f⃣    f⃣ i⃣v⃣ e⃣

𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖌𝖊𝖒 𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖚𝖊 - 💎💎💎

[ I don’t think the drama went out of it’s way to be unique, although the plot is incredibly incredibly good and one whole pretty solid. the humour was incredible though, so a three gems ]

𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖚𝖊 - ✨✨✨✨

[ the chaotic energy and humour is top tier what can I say ]

‘keep reading’ for detailed review

I don't think I have ever laughed so much watching a drama before- this drama, despite everything, is a comedy show. Every moment in this drama can feature in a fan made “on crack” video without fail. 

jkjk 

and I am exaggerating- just a little. It’s wuxia and also a ‘no-class-boundaries!’ kind of drama which I think is pretty snazzy of the scriptwriter. Xu Fengnian and the Beiliang’s ideology disregards snobs, rejects higher power and social norms- which is very cool of them and I support that dude.

Like, it has everything- plot? You got it. Really cool characters? You got it. Humour? You got it. An actual message? You got that too.

𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙 - 9

From the very beginning this show opened with a bang- the way it introduced everything was super super cool and engaging and so funny too. 

I felt really sad that I couldn’t give this show a full 10/10 on plot ( tbh no one can ever give any drama’s plot a perfect score) bcs there were some points where the plot fell through. Especially towards the last few episodes where Fengnian was saved one too many times and done so many favours in the name of his mother it began to feel a little- just no.

Nevertheless the rest of the logic was all in one piece, all the politics and all the scheming and the logic-ing of the characters was SO CLEVER. It was so so so fun to watch- it was fantastic. I can’t express how much I dig the way the things were revealed in this show. It had you thinking the whole time and I personally felt I learnt quite a bit from the show and Fengnian- as a person.

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 - 7

GUYS. EVERYONE IN THIS DRAMA-

AMAZING, SHOWSTOPPING, SPECTACULAR, NEVER THE SAME- 

Just. Incredible. They were all so fleshed out with such a strong sense of personality and identity. I love them all- that's all I can ever say or I will be here for ages.

AND THE WOMEN IN THIS DRAMA- LIKE- OMG-

they're so coooool.

I do have one complaint though, and it is that while drama has so many wonderful warrior women, most are not given any real power of their own. Their skills and their abilities ultimately serve to further Xu Fengnian’s progress and story. If not Xu Fengnian, then it’s Xu Xiao. Yes I know it’s a male lead story, yes I know we’re in ancient China, but perhaps we could have some acknowledgment that women’s contribution is often disregarded, or maybe a fun morally grey woman who just also wants to fight society and change her life?

And especially Jiang Ni (who is great btw), who really just exists to be Xu Fengnian’s love interest despite her very important background and I just think it's really sad. 

But besides this, the characters here-

Chefs kiss.

𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 - 10

All the actors were fantastic. I don’t think there was anyone who really overdid their character or anything- they were all so good. The cast’s energy throughout the drama was simple and naturalistic. My absolute favourite has to be the actor who played Xu Fengnian’s dad Xu Xiao- he was so good and so hilarious.

I really loved Zhang Rouyun (Xu Fengnian) acting as well, I really liked his performance at the start. He doesn’t place beauty and grace at the forefront of his acting and didn’t care if he looked less than perfect which I appreciate a lot after the slew of perfect beauty you get in xianxia dramas. Though he does have his ‘I’m super cool and majestic’ moments where he does try to think about how he looks on camera, the vibe I got from him was very authentic.

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 - 7

I LOVE THE PRODUCTION. I love the filter, I love the music- which is so... idk how to describe it. It perfectly encapsulates the vibe of snowy mountains, bamboo and swords and wind- The whole vibe is so calm and natural, it really makes you face the power and vastness of nature, the small, no-music fengshui montages that are scattered throughout the drama are so calming as well. 

But. The fight scenes... are very choppy. They’re not especially smooth- with an exception of Nangong Pushe, of course. Lots of them are literally people just standing there and raising their hands and spitting blood, like, T-T why. You are a wuxia drama; kindly use those weapons T-T. But oh well. At least they look cool when they stand there and raise their hands. 

And can we talk about Xu Fengnian’s lil’ catfish stands? WHAT WERE THE COSTUME DESIGNERS THINKING?

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and now its time for..... drumrolllll

✨ 𝖋𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 ✨

okay. okay. this drama is a nightmare for picking your 3 favourite characters THERE’S TOO MANY COOL PEOPLE- IT PHYSICALLY PAINS ME TO-

li chungang [ if anything happens to this old man next season, I'm starting a riot. ]

the whole xu family [ yes. all of them. xu xiao, xu fengnian, xu longxiang, xu zhihu, xu weixiong their family dynamic is hilarious and all of them are amazing people- and yes I am cheating ]

nangong pushe [ yes empty character, but she’s really cool- let me fangirl in peace ]

ⓦⓗⓔⓡⓔ ⓣⓞ ⓦⓐⓣⓒⓗ

YouTube : free, eng subbed

Rakuten Viki : free, eng subbed

WeTV : free, eng subbed + more

E⃣   X⃣   T⃣   R⃣   A⃣ sourced from mdl

Adapted from web novel "The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade" (雪中悍刀行) by Feng Huo Xi Zhu Hou (烽火戏诸侯)

𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖓𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖗 - Wang Juan ( writer of Duoluo Continent)

𝖉𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗 - Song Xiaofei 

#sword snow stride #wuxia #wuxia drama #Cdrama #Chinese drama review #cdrama rec #asian dramas #雪中悍刀行 #zhang ruoyun #hu jun #crystal zhang #li chun #zhang tianai #xianxia drama #tv recommendations #Asian drama review #final review #three gem drama #review #tv review #show review #cdrama review

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Hamefura LN 12 Summary - Chapter 4

I have written some kind of summary of Hamefura Light novel Volume 12 in the form of a list of notes.  

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1: A Normal Day

Chapter 2: A Normal Day at the Ministry of Magic

Chapter 3: Bodyguard

Chapter 4: Geordo Stuart's Troublesome Days

Geordo's POV

Marquis Randall has approached Geordo.

There was a rumor about Marquis being irritated because neither Jeffrey nor Susanna would listen to him.

Marquis Randall approached Geordo, and they casually talked. After that, there was a rumor about Katarina enjoying her work at the Ministry and having no intention of marrying Geordo.

Marquis Randall has arranged to replace all of Geordo’s servants with his henchmen.

All of his current servants have been recommended by Marquis Randall, and they keep following him around.

Geordo is so annoyed by them that he is pondering a way to remove Marquis Randall.

Jeffrey visits Geordo in the middle of the night.

Geordo senses someone sneaking into his room and stands ready to deal with him.

The intruder ends up being Jeffrey.

Jeffrey: “Good evening, my dear little brother!… But why are you clenching your fist?”

Geordo: “I was thinking of eliminating the suspicious person who was intruding into my room in the middle of the night.”

Jeffrey: “No, no, look more closely, little bro. I am your big bro that you love so much. I am not a suspicious person.”

Geordo: “Well, I don’t have a ‘big bro that I love so much.’”

Jeffrey: “What a terrible thing to say, little bro. Big Bro is crying, you know?”

Geordo: “…Can you please get out?”

Jeffrey would like Geordo to wait before he deals with Marquis Randall.

Jeffrey apologizes to Geordo for Marquis Randall bothering him. He guesses that Geordo probably wants to remove the Marquis by now, but he would like him to wait.

Jeffrey would like to let Marquis Randall move freely so that he can observe him.

Marquis Randall supposedly helped some of the royals that were taking part in the succession struggle, but he wasn’t punished because of a lack of proof.

Geordo realizes why Jeffrey draws all the dubious persons in his faction.

Geordo guesses that Jeffrey must have no intention of taking the throne, since he is gathering criminals in his faction.

Jeffrey confirms it, since he only wants the people he cares about to live happily. Despite his joking tone, Geordo can tell that Jeffrey is sincere.

Jeffrey explains that he drew all the bad guys in his faction so that they wouldn’t harm Geordo or his other brothers.

Geordo feels embarrassed but happy(?) to have been protected by Jeffrey all this time.

Jeffrey thinks there is a mastermind behind Marquis Randall.

Jeffrey doesn’t think Marquis Randall is smart enough to prevent the discovery of any proof incriminating him, so he suspects that he is backed up by someone very clever.

Jeffrey suspects that this person helped the Dieke Family research dark magic and then continued the research elsewhere when the Dieke family’s crimes got exposed. They are also probably the one using Sarah.

Geordo is impressed by Jeffrey’s information-gathering skills.

Jeffrey also suspects that the person is a high-ranking noble who was involved in the succession struggle. It could be a duke, a marquis… or a royal.

Jeffrey explains to Geordo that they are not the only royals in Sorcier.

Aside from their family, the royals who are still in Sorcier are the previous queen, their young uncle and the royals who committed minor or no crimes.

The royals who committed minor crimes are watched.

The royals who did not commit any crime gave up their royal status, changed their names and faces, and continued with their lives. They are not watched.

Innocent royals are probably not suspicious, but they may have kept some wounds from the succession struggle.

Geordo agrees to collaborate with Jeffrey.

Geordo now understands why Jeffrey wants to let Marquis Randall move freely. It is for getting information about the one manipulating him.

Jeffrey: ”As expected of my little brother, you understand things fast! You’re a genius!”

Geordo accepts, but he wants to know how long he must endure it since this constant watch prevents him from seeing Katarina.

Jeffrey tells Geordo that the mastermind is probably targeting Katarina.

Jeffrey tells Geordo that the mastermind probably knows about Katarina’s dark magic. And if Marquis Randall learns about it, he might try to remove her.

Geordo loses his composure, so Jeffrey scolds him. He must remain calm, especially when there are risks, or else he will make blunders.

Jeffrey tells Geordo that because Katarina has dark magic, a dark familiar and the Dark Covenant, her existence has become exceptional. Even if Katarina herself is wary of her dark magic, she can become a fearful weapon if she obeys or is tricked by someone.

Jeffrey: “Geordo, I understand that no one is more precious to you than Lady Katarina. I am also fond of her myself. That’s why I would like her to live in happiness. However, if she ever falls into the hands of a malicious person, gets engulfed by darkness and turns into a different person, then I can’t possibly leave the matter alone.”

Geordo must remain calm if he wants to avoid this scenario.

Jeffrey thinks the mastermind is probably watching Katarina discreetly without causing major incidents. And to fish him out, they need information.

Geordo is determined to protect Katarina.

Geordo decides to leave Marquis Randall alone and only eliminate the mastermind.

He accepts to endure being watched by Marquis Randall’s henchmen for Katarina’s sake.

Jeffrey tells him how they will communicate from now on and leaves.

Geordo secretly uses his former servants to sneak things in and out.

While being spied on, Geordo uses his former servants to investigate things for him secretly, bring him things and protect him.

He has taught his former servants codes so they could bring him things without raising suspicions.

A former servant brings him an envelope containing “a report about the situation in the city”. It is the code for “Katarina related”. Geordo politely asks everyone to leave the room.

Geordo receives Katarina’s letter.

It is the letter where Katarina asks for information about Frey. It seems like Katarina has finally realized Frey’s situation.

Geordo wishes he could run to Katarina and help her, but he can’t.

He writes all the information he has about Frey in a letter, then asks his servant to give it to Alan. Alan will probably go to Katarina since he secretly loves her.

Geordo feels jealous of Alan for being able to see Katarina, but he puts a lid on his jealousy since it is an emergency.

Katarina’s POV

Alan explains Geordo’s situation.

Alan explains that Geordo can’t move freely because of Marquis Randall’s henchmen. That’s why he has entrusted a letter to him.

Everyone is surprised that Geordo didn’t get rid of these people.

Alan explains that there are circumstances.

Katarina is worried about these circumstances that can tie Geordo down. She realizes that it is impressive that he has always been able to run to her help until now.

Geordo’s information about Frey.

Before enrolling at the academy, Frey had countless fiancés whose engagements were canceled by Marquis Randall once they were not useful anymore.

Frey also had countless marriage interviews, which bore no results since none of the other parties were useful to Marquis Randall.

Frey was dark and emotionless before enrolling at the academy, then changed afterward.

She never returned home to prevent her father from noticing her change.

She kept going to the marriage interviews decided by her father, but during them, she always behaved like she intended to refuse the engagement.

She is close to Ginger Tucker.

She was called home recently for family reasons and wasn’t spotted out of her home ever since.

Katarina is amazed that Geordo’s information includes all the information they have gathered.

Geordo’s information seems to confirm that Marquis Randall might hold Frey captive.

Alan talks about Marquis Randall.

Marquis Randall is very elitist and flatters the royals. He is very harsh with people he considers as enemies.

He is hostile to Ian’s faction and will ignore everyone except Ian and the Berg family.

He has no magic and desperately tries to hide it since he is part of a group that considers that high-ranking nobles must have magic.

He desperately wanted to have children with magic. He forced a count’s daughter with high magic power into marriage and had Susanna with her. He was happy when it turned out that she had powerful magic.

He became obsessed with making more children with powerful magic. His wife couldn’t have any more children, so he had countless concubines and lovers with whom he had countless children. Among his children, only Susanna and Frey have powerful magic, some have weak magic, and most have no magic.

Marquis Randall wants to be part of the royal family, so he is aiming at Geordo for insurance. He can’t offer a daughter without magic to a prince, so Frey is the only one he can use. This is why he is forcing her even though she opposes him.

How to rescue Frey?

Marquis Randall’s manor is probably heavily guarded, unlike the manor where Keith was held captive when he was kidnapped.

Everyone agrees that it would be impossible to sneak into the manor.

Everyone seems ready to give up, so Katarina declares that she has just thought of someone who can definitely help them. She leaves the meeting to contact the person.

Sora wonders if Raphael is the mysterious helper that Katarina is thinking of.

Katarina heads to the Magic Tool department, and Sora follows her as her bodyguard.

Sora asks Katarina if Raphael is the mysterious helper she is thinking of.

It is not Raphael because Katarina doesn’t want to drag him into this. She doesn’t want to put him into serious trouble for someone he doesn’t know. This case might also make him recall bad memories.

Katarina asks Raphael how to contact Larna.

Katarina requests a day off from Raphael and asks him how to contact Larna.

Raphael replies that Larna will return to the office later, so Katarina only needs to wait for her.

Raphael probably knows that something is wrong but won’t pry. He reminds Katarina to rely on him before she puts herself in danger.

Katarina asks Larna for help.

Sora doesn’t think Larna is so kind that she would make an enemy out of a high-ranking noble to save a stranger.

Larna is back and asks Katarina what she wants to talk about.

Katarina tells Larna that she wants to save Frey, her junior, whom she suspects is held captive at her family home. She tells her all she has discussed with the others before.

She asks Larna if she can help them and lend them some useful magic tools.

Larna accepts.

Larna still has some work to do, so she asks Katarina to send her any document related to the case so that she can think of a plan and what magic tools to use. Katarina will send her Geordo’s letter.

Before she leaves, Larna asks Katarina if she can talk to her alone.

Larna asks Katarina why she came to her for help.

Katarina simply replies that she had the feeling she would want to help.

Larna presses her for a clearer answer, so Katarina tells her the truth. She knows that she is Susanna, and she has thought that she would probably want to save her sister.

Katarina has known for a while that Larna was Susanna.

Katarina has been interacting with Larna for a long time now, so she ended up realizing it.

Larna confirms that she is Susanna. But she can’t believe that Katarina has noticed it. She asks her how she did. After all, she has changed her impression and appearance, and she is even using a magic tool.

Katarina simply replies that her special skill is to recognize the people close to her. Though, she can only do it with people close to her. She forgets strangers’ faces no matter how many times she sees them. Larna laughs at how ridiculous this skill is.

Katarina confirms that Larna is willing to go against her father.

Larna says it is no problem because she has always considered him her archenemy.

Listening to Larna talk about her father, Katarina realizes that the rumors are not only true, but also an understatement of the relationship between Larna and Marquis Randall.

Katarina announces to everyone that Larna has agreed to help rescue Frey.

Everyone is impressed and asks her how she convinced her. Katarina says that she can’t tell.

Everyone is psyched since Larna is on board.

Everyone discusses the plan to rescue Frey.

Before rescuing Frey, they need to confirm whether she really is held captive at home, and if she is, where exactly.

Maria suggests using Alexander to locate her since Frey has powerful magic.

Ginger can think of an item Frey holds dear, but it is in her dorm room.

Katarina would like to fetch it right away, but Keith stops her. He reminds her that they must move carefully, or else Marquis Randall might find them out. They must confirm first that none of Marquis Randall’s henchmen are watching the room. Keith asks Sora to do it since it is his specialty. Sora accepts.

The plan is 1) to make sure no one is watching Frey’s dorm room, 2) to fetch Alexander, 3) to retrieve Frey’s precious item, 4) to make Alexander sniff it to localize Frey 5) to rescue Frey. They have a clear plan.

Katarina suddenly collapses.

Keith puts his hand on Katarina’s forehead and confirms that she has a fever. He suspects that her fever must be caused by her thinking too hard, like when she was little.

Katarina falls asleep. Before getting unconscious, she feels enveloped by something warm but not soft, and she hears the relaxing sound of someone’s heartbeats.

Fortune Lover 2 Dream

Frey is the rival character in Geordo’s route. FL2!Frey is like how Frey used to be before she enrolled at the academy.

Ginger is the rival character in Keith’s route. She fell for him after Keith was the first to treat her like a girl and be kind to her.

In FL2, Frey kidnaps Maria and locks her in the basement of her manor. No one will notice she is there, even if she makes a racket. Frey used to be locked in this basement whenever she couldn’t meet her father's expectations.

Katarina wakes up in the infirmary.

Everyone feels relieved.

Keith princess carried her into the infirmary right after she collapsed. He looked magnificent when he did.

Keith was really worried when Katarina collapsed. Katarina thinks it must be because she often had this kind of fever when she was little.

They will stop here and return home. Keith leaves the room to make preparations for their carriage.

Katarina confirms Ginger’s feelings.

Katarina wonders if Ginger is in love with Keith in reality, like she is in the game.

She would feel bad for Ginger if she really were in love with him since Keith is waiting for her answer to his confession.

Katarina asks Ginger if there is a boy she admires. She explains that while unconscious, she dreamt that Ginger admired a boy.

Ginger clearly tells her that there isn’t any boy that she admires. She mutters that there is a girl, though.

Katarina feels relieved but worries that Ginger might be into playboys. She makes Ginger promise to tell her if she ever falls in love so that she can gauge the boy. Ginger accepts and tells Katarina that she will need to stay by her side until then.

Katarina takes Ginger into a hug. Keith pulls Katarina away from Ginger and drags her to their carriage.

Katarina and Keith go back home.

Keith asks Katarina to stop seducing people here and there. “What will we do if there are any more members?” Katarina doesn’t understand what Keith means. She thinks that he might be tired from working too much.

Keith suggests that Katarina sleeps and invites her to lean on his shoulder. Katarina takes him up on his word. Katarina sees that Keith’s shoulder has become sturdy compared to when they were little.

Keith’s POV

Keith doesn’t know if he must feel happy to have Katarina’s absolute trust, or sad that Katarina isn’t conscious of him as a man.

Keith can’t help feeling worried about Katarina’s fever.

Katarina often had this kind of fever when she was little.

Whenever she did, Keith wanted to stay by her side, as she did to him whenever he had nightmares, but she always told him that he didn’t need to.

However, Keith would secretly come to check up on her anyway. When he did, he would see Katarina with a tear-stained face, having nightmares and calling names that he didn’t recognize. He investigated the names, but no one knew about them.

Keith is waiting for Katarina to tell him her secret.

From this, he realized that Katarina was hiding a sad secret from him.

He has been waiting for the day when she would tell him, but after 10 years, she still hasn’t, and he doesn’t know if she ever will.

Keith is scared that Katarina might disappear one day.

As Katarina keeps putting herself in danger when it comes to the people she cares about, Keith is scared that she might end up disappearing one day.

Keith wishes that Katarina would rely on him. He is not a weak child anymore.

Keith feels tempted by Katarina.

Looking at Katarina’s hair and lips and smelling her scent, Keith can’t help feeling tempted. Ever since she told him that his confession made her happy, he has had a hard time controlling himself.

Then Geordo’s image crosses his mind, asking him, “What are you doing to my fiancée while I am in trouble?”. This stops Keith, who quickly tries to shake off Geordo’s image from his mind.

Keith just strokes Katarina’s hair. When he does, Katarina leans even more on him because of the ticklish feeling, which entices him again and makes Geordo appear in his mind again.

Geordo’s image kept appearing in his mind again and again until they arrived at Claes Manor.

Katarina’s POV

Mental Meeting

There should be no problem on Ginger’s side since she didn’t fall for Keith.

Frey might be held captive in the basement shown in the game since Marquis Randall seems to use this room to lock people up.

#hamefura light novel #hamefura #my next life as a villainess: all routes leads to doom #bakarina #katarina claes #geordo stuart #keith claes #mary hunt #alan stuart #maria campbell #larna smith #susanna randall #Jeffrey Stuart #raphael wolt #sora smith #ginger tucker #frey randall

[ridley-was-a-cat]

Spring 2023 Anime Roundup

Anime of the Season – Skip and Loafer

It’s rare enough for a manga I read and love to get an anime adaptation, and to have a top-tier studio adapt it is even rarer still, so this adaptation of one of my very favorite series by P.A. Works, a studio that only makes bangers, is pretty much a dream come true. The strength of the series is in its writing, especially in how it writes characters who appear to be common archetypes, but eventually show themselves to be individuals who are neither too good nor completely bad. This would have likely stood out no matter who adapted it, and made for an enjoyable story, but luckily it was adapted by a director who nailed the wistful watercolor art style of the manga, and framed and lit the scenes perfectly, taking this to another level entirely. The end result is a series about two very different kids – an awkward, overachieving girl from the sticks and an easy-going, charismatic city boy – that shows how high school can be bewildering, magical, and life-changing all at the same time. 10/10

First Runner-Up – Vinland Saga S2

This season was the masterful payoff for every frustrating thing Thorfinn did in season one. It was obvious then that he was making terrible decisions because of his youth and his trauma, and this season of farming as a slave on a Danish farm was all about him beginning to understand what he’d done and the incredibly difficult process of atonement he has in front of him. 9/10

Second Runner-Up – My Love Story with Yamada-kun at Lv999

You know we’re in a sort of shoujo anime renaissance when you see the names Morio Asaka and Madhouse together again, and this series did not disappoint. Akane was a delightfully messy heroine, and it was a ton of fun to watch outwardly stoic gamer Yamada slowly catch feelings for the agent of chaos that stumbled into his life. 8/10

The Dangers in My Heart – When this opened up with the male lead saying he wanted to hurt the prettiest girl in class and see her in tears, I was a little concerned about what I was getting into, but it quickly became evident that it was a clever story about a middle-school edgelord figuring out that he just had a normal-ass crush on a girl and deciding to shed parts of his tweenage identity that don’t suit him anymore. 8/10

Golden Kamuy S4 – One part period drama, one part crime thriller, and one part black and/or blue comedy, there really is nothing else quite like this show in anime. It’s nothing short of masterful how it handles multiple crews of questionable dudes all trying to outwit each other while cracking the most irreverent jokes along the way. 8/10

Birdie Wing: Golf Girls’ Story S2 – While this season was not quite as balls-to-the-wall audacious as the first season, it was still a high-octane sports anime about girls playing golf in international tournaments under the thumb of mafia and business organizations, with a liberal sprinkling of Gundam references, and I’ll take all the intense girls’ sports anime they’ll give me. 8/10

Why Raeliana Ended up at the Duke’s Mansion – It will eat away at me until the day I die that they gave this top-tier romantic suspense manhwa adaptation to a fourth-rate studio that couldn’t animate or storyboard to save its life. Raeliana is a fantastic self-saving heroine, Noah is the perfect sarcastic love interest, and the art was beautiful, but, goddamn, that animation was not good. 8/10

My Clueless First Friend – On first glance, this looks like just another school-set shounen romcom that pairs an aggressive character with one who just blushes, but a couple episodes in it shows some real emotional depth that sets it apart. If the male lead is this dedicated to hyping up his best girl while he’s in elementary school, he’s going to be a force of nature later. 7/10

Insomniacs After School – There was a lot I loved about this series. The way the male and female leads connected over their shared struggle with insomnia was really satisfying to watch, and I loved seeing them be physically affectionate with each other. It just lacked any soaring moments to truly wow me. 7/10

The Ancient Magus’ Bride S2 – When I saw that this season took place in a school for young magicians and sorcerers in England, I have to admit that I rolled my eyes a bit, but it introduced a good crop of unique characters and seems to be building up to a meaty conflict for cour two in the fall. 7/10

Hell’s Paradise – I really enjoyed the visuals and many of the colorful characters in this supernatural-tinged action adventure, but something I can’t quite put my finger on in the writing kept me from really getting into it. 7/10

Otaku Elf – This was a perfectly pleasant little slice of life about an elf woman who has been living in Japan since the Edo era and is currently enshrined as a local temple’s god. The conversations about history and present day nerdery between the elf and her helper were really charming. 7/10

Dead Mount Death Play – You don’t see reverse isekai all that often, and this is having some fun with the idea, as the isekaied necromancer archvillain transported to Japan might be one of the least evil characters in the story. 7/10

Dr. Stone: New World – I enjoy this series less and less with each subsequent season, as it becomes more and more blatant that science is for boys and cooking and sewing are for girls. Their adventure across the sea is still entertaining enough, but the worldview is grating. 7/10

KamiKatsu: Working for God in a Godless World – There were a number of novel and creative ideas in this isekai story about the son of a cult leader getting sent to a world without gods and proceeding to build power via religious techniques, but the story wasn’t really coherent, and while the production lampshaded its shortcomings, they were still shortcomings. A whole mess, but an entertaining mess. 6/10

The Legendary Hero Is Dead! – I generally give anything tagged as ecchi a hard pass, but the opening theme song was catchy and the premise sounded kind of fun, so I gave it a try. I mostly enjoyed myself, but the story didn’t always make sense, and there were too many thigh gaps for a show centered on a leg guy. 6/10

A Galaxy Next Door – This romance featuring a shoujo mangaka and his assistant wasn’t bad, but the story was so frictionless, the characters were so well-behaved, and the voice actors sounded so much like customer service reps, that there was nothing to really hook me. 6/10

Oshi No Ko – I’ve been fascinated by the reaction to this show as some sort of masterpiece, as I found it deeply mediocre. It couldn’t decide if it was trying to be a revenge fantasy, a murder mystery, or a showbiz drama, and the infodumping via the dialogue was egregious. Each episode left me wanting to rewatch Idolish7. 6/10

Kubo Won’t Let Me Be Invisible – This was just one of those romcoms about a nondescript boy who attracts the persistent attention of a pretty girl that was neither good nor bad. Additionally, it had a frustrating tendency to explain to the viewer with dialogue what was already apparent via the action instead of trusting the viewer. 6/10

Too Cute Crisis – I can’t decide if the problem with this show about invading aliens waylaid by cute animals was a matter of directing or of writing, but it lacked the proper build up and comedic timing for the jokes and relied too heavily on the actors yelling the punchline to get a laugh. 6/10

Mashle: Magic and Muscles – On paper, this shounen comedy about a boy without magic dominating a magic high school really sounded like my kind of thing. In practice, however, none of the jokes landed for me and the fights were tediously boring. 5/10

Magical Destroyers – This gritty magical girl show set in a world where otaku are systematically oppressed by the government is every bit as shallow and undercooked as the premise sounds, and the visuals are not special enough to redeem it. The creator came up with the idea in high school, and it shows. 4/10

#anime #spring anime 2023 #anime 2023 #skip and loafer #vinland saga #my love story with yamada at lv999 #the dangers in my heart #golden kamuy #my clueless first friend #birdie wing #the reason why raeliana ended up at the duke's mansion

[partystoragechest]

Meet The Cast of 'Unwanted'

An introduction to some of the major characters featured in Unwanted, and the world state it operates in.

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THE CHARACTERS

Lady Trevelyan of Ostwick

Whomever you wish her to be, with some caveats. Trevelyan was sent to Ostwick Circle by her parents at a very young age. She proved to be a skilled mage, and went on to assist in the storerooms, and teach lessons.

Due to her noble heritage, she was selected to attend the Conclave; however, for better or worse, she never made it. And, in the wake of the Breach and the re-ignition of the Mage-Templar War, Ostwick Circle had collapsed by the time Trevelyan found her way back. With nowhere else to go, she fled for her childhood home. However, she did not receive the welcome she had hoped for.

Her parents tried to find some use for her in marrying her off to advance their own status. With little success—likely due to her being a mage—they leapt at the opportunity to send her to Skyhold, and meet the Commander. Though he was not a noble, his regard within Orlais made him desirable, at least.

Because of the life she has lived, Trevelyan is deeply insecure about her worth. This often manifests as a propensity to give up; she assumes she will fail, even if she tries.

Baroness Clarisse Touledy, of Val Misrenne

Baroness Touledy is a slender Black woman, with black, braided hair that has jewel-like beads weaved into the plaits. She dresses in elegant outfits, which she matches with her cane.

Holder of her own title, Baroness Touledy is the sole ruler of Val Misrenne, a town north of Val Royeaux. Outside of Val Misrenne, she is known as a skilled player of The Great Game, managing to remain of import despite her small holdings. However, to her people, she is known to be a caring mistress, easily softened by the sadness of others.

Having met and been enchanted by the Commander at the Winter Palace peace talks, Baroness Touledy put her name forth for Lady Montilyet’s invitation. However, she travels to Skyhold not to impress the Commander, but for him to impress her.

Lady Tam Erridge, of West Coldon

Lady Erridge is a chubby white woman, with brown hair usually styled in ringlets. She dresses particularly femininely, with pastel colours and lots of bows.

The cherished only child of the Bann of West Coldon, she is terribly pampered—but this has not made her vain or spoilt. Lady Erridge is quite invested in the happiness of others, to the point of being distracted from her own.

She enjoys great friendship with the eldest child of the Bann of East Coldon, whom she left behind to come to Skyhold. Erridge has fallen for the Commander from description alone, and so her parents did all they could to have her enter the competition.

Lady Giles Samient of Samient, Daughter of Duke Samient

Lady Samient is a woman of average size, with light brown skin and long red hair. She prefers tight-fitted clothing, whether that be trousers or dresses.

Despite being of a high noble house in Orlais, Lady Samient is rather blunt in nature. Her direct speech and unguarded thoughts ought to make her a target of The Great Game—but Samient’s bluntness is wielded as a weapon, and she is feared among the nobility for her quick and clever mind.

As the only heir of Duke Samient and the late Duchess Samient, there has always been great pressure on Lady Samient to marry well, and preserve their bloodline. It is a curiosity, then, that she has been allowed to compete for the Commander’s affection.

Commander Cullen Rutherford, of the Inquisition

Commander Rutherford is a well-built man with white skin. He has straightened blond hair, and stubble across his jaw.

The Commander was raised in the village of Honnleath, in Ferelden, but left to become a Templar. He served at Kinloch Hold, and then at Kirkwall. After a string of what could charitably be called ‘disasters’, he joined the Inquisition as its Commander.

He garnered much attention while attending the Winter Palace in an official capacity for the peace talks. Tired of fielding inquiries and propositions from nobility ever after, he agreed to Ambassador Montilyet’s plan to invite a select group of noblewomen to Skyhold, so that they could meet him, be bored, and go home.

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OTHER CHARACTERS

Here are some of the other important characters in Unwanted.

Lady Josephine Montilyet, Ambassador of the Inquisition

Lady Montilyet is an Antivan noble, highly skilled in diplomacy. Seeing her friend’s frustration after the Winter Palace, she sought to discourage the Commander’s admirers by inviting four of the more… sensible ones to Skyhold.

Dorian Pavus, Altus of Tevinter

Master Pavus is a terrifically skilled mage from Tevinter, and part of the Inquisitor’s inner circle. He is also friend to Commander Rutherford, and is highly amused by the ‘competition’. While haunting the library, he bumps into Lady Trevelyan.

Dagna, Arcanist of the Inquisition

Dagna is a dwarf, who studied among the Circles of Thedas, despite being unable to practice magic. As a result, she is a skilled enchanter and inventor of magical devices. Her usual assistant is away due to having given birth, and so Dagna is in need of new help.

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THE WORLD STATE

‘Unwanted’ takes place in a world state in which a mage Trevelyan never became Inquisitor—but did not die at the Conclave, having been prevented from attending.

The Inquisition, in an effort to seal the breach, recruited Grand Enchanter Fiona and her rebel mages as allies. After the attack on Haven, they fled to Skyhold and prepared to attend the Winter Palace peace talks. Though it is implied in the story that this was a successful night, it is not stated what outcome the Inquisitor chose.

The Inquisitor is currently away in the Western Approach, investigating the Grey Wardens with Hawke and the Warden. The party they took consists of Blackwall, Solas, and Cole. Meanwhile, Cassandra, The Iron Bull, and Vivienne are away on their own mission. Dorian, Sera, and Varric have been left at Skyhold to conduct business.

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If you'd like to read Unwanted, here's a link to the masterpost.

#unwanted #unwanted characters

[spookyscaryskeleton-creepypasta]

The Bear and Pig- disclaimer and character info

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-I don't own anything but one of the oc's which is my oc Grayson (she goes by Gray)

-This is in the Witcher universe, I added somethings that aren't in it to this

-This is for entrainment purposes.

-No sexual content (may allude to sexual stuff however and there may be sexual jokes)

-16+

-Strong Language

-Cringy and corny = [onto Grayson]

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- Grayson is not a Witcher but was trained like a Witcher is. She was trained by a witcher from the school of the Bear which is why she wears a bear medallion. She is powerful like Ciri, maybe more, except Grayson doesn't possess elven blood, she is just powerful. She is a better Witcheress than Ciri some say (might be true). Grayson hates titles and just prefers to be called by her name. The title she's most famous for is "The Ashen Bear".

- She is described by those she meets as "The most prepossessing woman to exist". She has long beautiful ashen-gray hair and beautiful gold eyes. She has a beautiful figure as well (her measurements are Bust 94 cm (37) Waist 58 cm (23) Hips 93 cm (36)Bra Size 37 H Cup. She is also 5'10 ft in height.

[This is what she looks like but with bigger bust and such, she also has a bear medallion instead of a wolf. I don't own this.]

- She is 23 years old

- She is very much like Geralt. Her personality consists of being apathetic, cynical, and threatening. She's very cold in nature and quite hostile. She's tough and brave, never backing down from anything. She's strong physically and emotionally, she tends to not show her emotions especially when putting input on a situation such as life or death. She is a generally composed person and tends to be cool-headed. She tends to not give a flying fuck and will just ignore you. However, she is and very protective of and her friends and fiercely loyal to companions and is willing to go to great lengths for those who matter to her. She can be kind-hearted and caring to the people she cares for. She also is very blunt, straightforward, and deadpan. She's clever, quick-witted, sassy and sarcastic. She's known for her sharp tongue and being very hard to read as well. She is also hard to get, precisely why Cesare wants her.

-She has a child of surprise that she has been raising since he was 4 years old, he is now 10 years old. His name is Akrosa and he was the son of a Duke and Princess, but they died and Grayson found him and took him under her wing. She's essentially his guardian (more like adopted mother but she doesn't like that, she just thinks of it as watching over and protecting him, guiding him).

[This is what Akrosa looks like. Don't own the picture]

#drama #romance #fanfic #mcyt #crossover #technoblade #royalau #witcher

[agentnico]

Nope (2022) Review

In the words of Katy Perry “Do you ever feel like a plastic bag, drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?” That’s what came to my mind when I finally bared witness to the mysterious entity in this movie. And no, that’s not a compliment.

Plot: Two siblings running a horse ranch in California discover something wonderful and sinister in the skies above, while the owner of an adjacent theme park tries to profit from the mysterious, otherworldly phenomenon.

The issue I find with Jordan Peele is that he is unarguably great at executing concepts, however not so much creating them. Aside of Get Out, he tends to never really figure out the full scopes of the concepts that he creates, and most notably how to end them. That was my main issue with Us - that ending made absolutely no sense. And for anyone who turns to me and says “oh man, you just didn’t get it!!” I assure you, I got it, but it had logic fallacies that made the whole thing lack any sense. However as a movie itself, Us is actually decent, with great moments of horror and suspense, killer performances from the likes of Lupita Nyong’o and Winston Duke, it’s shot wonderfully and even the creative choices like the red outfits of the villains and the use of Beach Boys’ “Good Vibrations” are all amazing creative decisions. Again, the execution by Peele is very very good, however the actual narrative thread holding it all together doesn’t work. 

Now, moving onto Nope I see the same pattern occur. This is a gorgeously shot movie exhibiting the hilly plains of the American dessert, and features, again, real moments of tension that Peele is known for. In fact, there is a certain sequence involving a tube that manages to give one of the scariest depictions of claustrophobia/helplessness I’ve ever seen on film, and it was truly spine-chilling. However stripping the movie down to the bare basics, it has a very simple premise that tries to act more cleverer than it actually is by shoehorning in allegories that don’t actually have much pay-off. There’s this whole thing about a chimp that wrecked havoc on a film-set which is referred to in flashbacks a few times during the movie, and whilst those sequences themselves were truly incredible in actually creating a sense of dread and horror, their connection to the actual movie are very loose. I wouldn’t necessarily say pointless, but the way that event motivates a certain character in the movie doesn’t pertain to much as that character doesn’t actually play a major part. And the theme involving the chimp is, again, loose towards the rest of the film. It was as if it were two different movies meshed together.

Jumping back to the topic of Peele not knowing how to end his concepts. The mysterious entity in this movie is treated so well in the first half, with you only seeing certain glimpses of it, and that idea of not knowing yet wanting to know was done so well. That indeed sense of mystery and wonderment made me excited to see the pay-off, however that pay-off ended up being the detriment. Since once the entity is revealed fully (again, making me think of a plastic bag drifting through the wind), the movie becomes really silly and goofy and you can’t really take it seriously. I also understand the movie’s central theme/allegory of spectacle and people being blind-sided by wanting to be part of something big (Black Mirror anyone?), however the characters end up doing some flat out stupid things. For example, there is this film director who joins the main crew, and at the end he decides to ‘in the name of the impossible’ go on a suicide mission, after which you sit there thinking “why the fudge did he do that?”.

Cinema is all about being an experiential event. You go to the movies to feel something, to have that sense of experience. Nope truly provides that spectacle and blood pumping tension. It is indeed one to watch on the big screen, however it is also only valid for that one watch, as you start thinking deeper into the plot and that’s when it starts falling apart. But again, watch it for the experience. The cast are all great too - Daniel Kaluuya is tensely stoic; Steven Yeun is under-used but wears a cowboy hat which was great to see; Brandon Perea, Michael Wincott and a cameoing Keith David all do great work. I’ve heard a lot of rave reviews towards Keke Palmer’s performance, however though I admit she was very energetic and excited, she spoke way too fast for me to understand a lot of what she was saying. So yes, going to casually throw some shade at Keke Palmer cause why not. Anyway, Nope is better than Us, nowhere near as good as Get Out, but for a summer cinema flick it provides a suitable amount of entertainment.

Overall score: 6/10

#nope #nope movie #jordan peele #keke palmer #daniel kaluuya #steven yeun #keith david #brandon perea #michael wincott #nope review #science fiction #alien #2022 #2022 in film #2022 films #movie #film #movie reviews #film reviews #mystery #horror #cinema #spectacle #gordy's home #us #get out

[littlemsred]

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 — 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑫.

𝙎𝙆𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙊𝙉. 𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙇𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉. 𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏. 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏.

cw: violence, murder, kidnapping, torture, implied abuse, self-harm.

1. tl;dr

shosh is the 13th 10th child of 34. not quite a middle child, but too middle child to fully harness the eldest child energy. her father, duke etiwan solomon (loosely inspired by thee king solomon), believes an abundance of wives and progeny are key to his reign. and thus, he’s created thirty-four children with his ten wives.

etiwan raises his kids.... in an unconventional fashion. they're expected to complete a series of physically and mentally jarring tests in order to proof their worth as a solomon. failures and flops are k-worded. punishments are expected to be carried out by the not flop siblings.

shosh's mom initially tries to shield her and her brother from the violence... and ends up flopping instead. ): shosh resents her for this because she believes her mother shielding her from the violence delayed her progression as a solomon. ):<

after her favorite brother, asa, is k-worded by moon blade, she essentially wakes up. no more misses nice girl! she commits herself to extensive studying and training for the exams. while her intelligence skyrockets, she's still no good at most physical things and cannot fight to save her life. to this day.

she basically sets up moon blade's sister to be caught by her family, and when she's taken prisoner, she ends up killing her in a fit of rage and lets her brother ezekiel take credit for it because she thought the way she killed her was ugly and not aesthetic and didn't want that sort of thing associated with her name (i wish i was joking). she then kills him in a big show of trying to express to her family not to fuck with her (and does so in a way that is aesthetic and pleasing to her delicate sensibilities.)

despite her training... shosh still hates violence. she pretends not to. but she simply doesn't have the innate bloodthirsty nature that the majority of the solomon children are born with.

fucking hates her sister devora (and knows she'll always be superior to her in some fashion), so she sets her up in this convoluted rebellion plot which basically consists of shosh convincing her that she should rebel against their father and take the throne. then makes it seems like ezekiel's mother was spying on them and exposed them to her father and that they'll need to go on the run if they don't want to end up k-worded. she then commands her swarm of poison butterflies to eat her. she planned on going back home and replacing devora as chair but she ends up being seen by an officer while she k-words her sister.

ends up in jail, pretending to be her sister devora, and framing devora for the murder of herself.

2. headcanons

shoshana takes her studying very seriously. serious to the point that she she'll study to the point of exhaustion— and pour hot wax on her arm in order to wake herself up.

is a flop compared to most of her siblings... but is also significantly more clever than all of them. loves being underestimated and using that to her advantage.

has poison immunity. the solomon children gain poison resistance through taking small doses of poison each day and gradually increasing the amount until full immunity is achieved.

successfully reared a swarm of killer butterflies that she controls through them feeding on her blood. this is what she used to kill her sister devora. tbh, she has no idea where they are as the link between them has gradually weakened since she hasn't been able to feed them from jail. (this is dumb but i just think it would be funny if nobody believed her cause it ain't like she has proof with her)

still wears her cute fancy royal dresses that probably have poor mobility but that's okay her str is -6 for a reason. she does have a dagger strapped to her thigh just in case

wears a cute little bracelet that has poison in each bead, just in case she has to poison someone on the fly, you know

incapable of respecting men bc her father is a man and she hates her father. its rlly as simple as that. what would freud say hmmm

probably screams in her sleep bc oh the horrors

she's 5'11. idk this was important for me to share

delusional af

3. plot ideas

someone who thinks she's annoying as fuck (i mean, she is) and made the mistake of telling her, thus making her committed to being as annoying as possible.

someone she stabbed (on accident, on purpose, idk we can talk through the details)

partner-in-crime— someone she essentially replaces child of flames with. someone she'd actively seek out and someone who could inspire her to be more violent

someone manipulating her for whatever reason. maybe they want her monies. maybe they want her violence (or the skillset that comes with it, since she's essentially trained herself to be a surgeon with cutting n shit). maybe they truly want her to think that they're besties

a crush. someone to live in her delulu fantasies. would probably not be a man

another enemy bc why not

CREDIT TO EMMAUR FOR THE GORG TEMPLATE

#( shoshana / intro. )