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deadghosy · 2 months

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Mommy long legs reader or slender man reader x Hazbin hotel 🌚🌝

AHHHH I LOVE YOU MY GHOST ANONNNN! SLENDERMAN?? YOU FINNA BRING OUT MY CREEPYPASTA PHASEE🦆✨💗‼️‼️‼️

HAZBIN HOTEL X SLENDERMAN! READER

prompt: a faceless creature of the height of 10’5 (or 7’9 idk I got two different heights from safari lol) came to hell to serve one final purpose…get a damn job.

Two words, scary tall…

So say your height was 10’5…

SHIT GON GET WICKEEDDDD!!!

Okay so I can see Charlie being scared staring at you as you just sit like a nice gentleman as your body doesn’t fit the whole seat… (y’know what, let’s go with 7’9…) you told Charlie you use to be a leader before you somehow came to this wrenched place

Charlie felt bad and gave you a job here so yon can stay. But she was confused when you said “somehow”’ as if you didn’t die as a Human…WAIT A MINUTE..DID YOU JUST TALK WITHOUT A MOU-

Lucifer looked up at you and was like….“What in the fucking nine circles…” and you two became friends because of how Lucifer put accessories on you like a Christmas tree

Y’know how people make slenderman wear reading glasses sometimes? That’s you. 😭 with your blind ass LMAOO (I also wear glasses dw…) But I can see you wear the glasses and residents be so confused because…you don’t have eyes for Christ out loud-

“Fuck you wearin' glasses for?” Husk said to you once as he caught you even reading a book…now he was more confused. “I’m reading…” “…..okay..” husk was so done with this buffoonery as you had no mouth and eyes. But yet you could still read, see, and fuckin talk? Yeah he must be drunk as hell itself…

You treat niffty just like how fanon slenderman treats Sally. That’s how I headcannon it.

I headcannon you to be the fanon version of slenderman rather the cannon version. Cause you being the fanon version is just sweet considering the chaos that can happen in the hotel and how you treat niffty.

I can see people thinking you are a new overlord as you had a stern aura around yourself as you had a proper straight walk as you held a high chin not showing any weaknesses.

“Woah….did you see that sinner get lit in flames…” “yeah I did.” It got so quiet so quick as angel gave you a confused face as you just stood there. 😭 Angel couldn’t tell if you were being fr or being a smartass

You were just sleeping on the couch, dead ass like a passed out beer dad after watching football. And fat nuggets sat in your lap sleeping. Then angel came and slept by you, then husk, then niffty, AND THEN EVERYONE JOINED 😭 big ass family cuddle💗💗🦆

You deadass could be the bodyguard of the hotel as you could escort a sinner who is trying to be an ass to the staff and you’re just like, “YEET!” And boom they are thrown away

You and Alastor definitely bond the most as you two got black tentacles. It’s just for Alastor it’s based on his powers when he uses his magic. But for you, it’s just your appearance as you use them to pierce your enemies. But mostly you use them when you are too bored to pick up objects with your hands

BIGGG headcannon that when slenderman do that static thingy, for you it clouds their vision and hearing as you make them pass out. Either to death or just to knock them out.

Lol I can imagine the whole creepypasta mansion going crazy while you drink tea like “this is fine” as you are in some other universe- 😭 crossover type shit

Like Drowned Ben is spam texting your phone like, “slender. slender. Help. Slendy. Octopus. Father. Help help.. help JeFF STABBED ME!”

And your tall ass is just sleeping as everything is going soooo peaceful in the hotel.

While we are at that, EJ definitely was using a book to try and to summon you with sally behind him hugging her teddy to see you again. Meanwhile Jeff was chasing Ben as he goes through a tv to hide from Jeff.

I imagine people in the hotel would hug you except for Alastor as he hates touch. But the people would dead ass hug you as one of your tentacles hold them.

You picked up angel, niffty , Charlie and Vaggie with your four tentacles as you read a book. It was a funny but cute sight as Charlie was like “:p” while the others had a cartoony ass expression or a blank one which is definitely Vaggie and husk

Adam and Lute definitely glanced at each other confused at what the fuck you were as you didn’t have a demonic or angelic aura. But you had some type of power in you. It was weird asf as you just stood there like “🧍🏾am I ugly?” They just kept staring at you

I can see you having the same expression as the picture above when you met pentious as you and Alastor was having tea just chilling with the hellish weather.

“Do you know that guy?” “I have no idea who that pest is my dear friend.” Alastor says with his usual smile as he hands you a cookie.

Just straight up tea times with Alastor is so peaceful as Alastor was kinda suspicious when you didn’t say anything if he ate a cannibalism meal. But I mean…slenderman! Reader is use to people being a cannibal.

The vees are definitely intrigued with who the hell you are and how powerful are you as you were the talk of pentagram city when you first came.

I headcannon a sinner tried to cut off your tentacles only to be grabbed by one of them and slammed to the ground. You just stood there and let static ring loudly in their head to the point it exploded.

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solarisfortuneia · 10 months

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— 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

even the sweetest of scents eventually turn bitter.

✦ featuring: zhongli.

✦ warnings: angst.

"why do you seem to adore this particular flower?" he remembers asking you, one still night, when even the moon has decided to go to sleep. for as long as he's known you, your entire life seemed to revolve around jasmines.

he remembers you laughing as you hang a bunch of them from his horns mischievously. "i love its versatility, my dear morax. it can be a garland, an accessory, a perfume, it can be infused into tea; it's wonderful, really. and it smells and looks divine." you playfully add later, "in addition, you look absolutely fetching with them on, don't you think?"

it dawns on him that he's never seen you without a cluster of them nestled in your hair, he's never seen you drink anything but various varieties of jasmine tea; at this point, he cannot think of one without thinking of the other. he doesn't even remember what your name means. to his mind, all it invokes is vivid pictures of your smile and the fragrance that always surrounds you.

and when you stand in front of him, a determined aura about you, that memory swims to the surface and he knows. he knows exactly what you'll say.

morax dreads those words he knows will come out of your mouth, and for the first time in a long while, he's afraid. he's afraid of breaking your heart, when all he wants to do is cradle it in his palms— but he knows he must.

"i cannot return your feelings," he says, steeling his gaze, lifting his chin and hardening the curve of his mouth.

he watches the hope in your eyes break, shatter like glass. he watches passively as somewhere, deep within, your heart cracks, and he swears he could hear the sound reverberate throughout the stone hall the two of you stand in. he watches as your hands start to tremble, your voice shake the tiniest amount.

he almost reaches out with his pattern covered arms, desiring naught but to hold them still and whisper honey-glazed words in your ears, rock you in his embrace and offer you uncertain promises of a happy future, but he forces them down. there is no place for love in a war, he thinks. and my presence cannot make them smile more than my absence would make them cry.

"why?" he hears you ask, voice barely more than a breath. "i-" you seem to be frozen in place, only capable of moving your lips the tiniest amount. "i thought we had something."

he swallows, saliva scalding his throat. "i'm in love with another," he blurts, knowing this would stop you from chasing after him. every syllable stabs at him as it leaves his mouth. "i always have been."

"oh," that soft, silent, broken breath of yours cuts through his armor and pierces through his core. "i understand," you lower your eyes, displaying the same grace you've always shown, and he hates that he cannot be true to both himself and you. "i hope you will be happy. i wish you the best, morax." he nearly winces. morax. not 'dear morax', and not 'my dear morax.' just morax.

as you turn to leave, he gets a whiff of the flowers in your hair, and he retches at how absolutely acrid they smell. he takes a step backward, once again fighting the urge to reach his arms out. he plants his feet firmly on the ground and watches as your figure gets smaller and smaller before you start running.

if doing it this way is how he must keep you safe, then he'd step on his own body, heart and soul, without hesitation.

of what use is a god who cannot control his own destiny? who cannot promise happiness to those he cares for?

he will wait, he swears. he will wait for as long as it takes. after the war, he promises himself. when time is favorable, he promises. as long as it takes for him to see you again, meet you on the other side, where the future is bright. but he knows it, in all the possibilities of the world, is pointless. after all, you were just a mortal, with a life akin to the blink of an immortal's eye, were you not?

it is the unmistakable scent of jasmine that wafts through his nose, many, many, many years later. he is simply zhongli now, the funeral parlor consultant who frequents teahouses, nothing more, nothing less, but the bitterness still bites at his nose each and every single time, all the same.

he smiles into his cup, a little sad, a little nostalgic and he absentmindedly wonders why he chose to order jasmine tea today, of all days. a cheerful lilt reaches his ears, and he laughs to himself.

why do you think of them now, after all these years?

the voice grows louder and he jolts uptight, not trusting his hearing. he stands up hesitantly, searching, scared all over again. and it is then he hears a laugh he never thought he'd hear again. he finds the same set of features, giggling at something the other person in front of you said.

impossible. people rarely reincarnate with the same face. but hope strikes to a flame nevertheless, and he sits back down again, looking for signs that it might be you.

sharp amber eyes find a small jasmine flower nestled behind your ear, and he can't help but smile.

perhaps, this time, he could try again?

#—🖋#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #genshin impact angst #genshin angst #zhongli angst

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idkfitememate · 4 months

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I NEED A CONTINUATION OF GOLDEN WEASEL!

As you sat wrapped around The Old Man’s neck, you watched as the scenery of Liyue passed you both by.

No one stared, looked, or even glanced at him, you guess it was noticeably pissing you off, because he began to gently scratch under your chin. You leaned into the gentle touch, making him chuckle.

The hand he wasn’t using to pet you was gripped around a cane, a basket hanging off his arm as well. Compared to rest of Liyue, he was dressed in extremely traditional clothing, his hair was tied into a traditional top knot with a beautiful guan. He also had a nice little beard. With his looks, you honestly wondered how old the man was, because on top of his… well his beauty, his home - despite it being a house boat - was also decked out in traditional furnishings and decor.

The only accessory you had was an earring made of mora with a dragon modeled after Morax attached to the bottom - it was a hanging earring. When you found out your old man had spent ONE HUNDRED MORA ON IT, you scolded him for an hour. Him kneeling as you stood on your hind legs loudly chittering at him.

The only reasons you wore it was because:

A. He bought it as a thank you for staying by his side, even in old age.

And

B. The damn thing cost a hundred mora why the fuck wouldn’t you

And finally

C. It helped differentiate you from other weasel thieves.

As you continued down the lanes, his little basket began to fill up, though its weight never seemed to bother him. You’d often chirp at him to see if you could carry it - you were strong for a weasel - but he’d just shake off your concerns with another chuckle.

And as you continued, you began to feel sleep with the gently sway of his body slowly walking along the paths, and probably would’ve too, if it weren’t for the fact that he stopped to speak with someone. Wait no that’s red and black bird.

… wait a minute.

“Mountain Shaper, my friend. Why do you walk among the mortals this fine day? To what do we owe the pleasure?” Did you mention The Old Man spoke super fucking eloquently? Because he does.

“Nothing but a stroll. And why are you here, old friend?” Wait Old Man knew an Adeptus? Old friend? What the hell-

“Ah, simply retrieving some items from the merchants. Nothing more. And as much as I’d adore to stay and chat, I must be off, so as to make me and my little friend here’s daily afternoon tea time, hehe!” You noticed that the Adeptus’s eyes were now on you, but only with a hint of curiosity.

“I see… well don’t let me take up more of your time.” The bird mused.

“Well actually… I believe we may have space for one more, if you’d care to join.” You looked around to see if anyone else was seeing this shit, but it seemed like no one else was around.

“Well if you’d allow me…” And with that, you were now walking with an Adeptus towards The Old Man’s houseboat. Feeling a bit bold, you stuck a paw out in the direction of the bird. All he did was glance at you, before chuckling. You smacked your lips before settling down on Old Man’s neck.

Your mind drifted as you thought of what tea he would make today… maybe Mountain Shaper would have something new in mind… perhaps a story awaited you as well… you yawned and closed your eyes, pressing your face into into the crook of your neck.

“You feel it as well, don’t you my friend.” Mountain Shaper asked.

“I do.” The Old Man responded.

“Will you ever tell them-“

“Only when the time is right.” The Old Man interrupted. “Now, they just want to live, and I will allow them that freedom. I have no right to strip that from them.”

“You sound like the God of Freedom.” The bird chuckled, making the Man sigh.

“Be quiet before I tie your beak shut.”

“*GASP* You wouldn’t dare!”

“I may not be as nimble as I was back then, but you and I both know you’d have no chance, especially if I actually tried.~”

“WHY YOU-“

Uh oh, Old Man had a secret, what ever will it be?~ Anyway, Weasel really just wants to live life. And since we’re doing some past stuff now, I imagine they were a petty thief in their past life, which is why they became a little thieving guy in Genshin ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა!

#anon <3 #asks <3 #Golden Weasel!Creator

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honeytonedhottie · 2 months

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how to have the perfect tea party⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍵

if you've never hosted or participated in a tea party ever i HIGHLY highly recommend it. i love to have tea parties because they make me feel like a PRINCESS, which i absolutely love. also, you can do them with friends which is super fun, or u could have a tea party by yourself which is JUST as fun. the point is, if u haven't done a tea party before, you should totally try it bcuz you'll have lots of fun.

ATTIRE AND DRESSCODE ; as with any event the perfect outfit is a MUST. for tea parties here are some materials, colors and accessories i love to wear ;

frills, lace, ribbons in my hair, ruffles, light and flowy materials for skirts, tops and dresses, pearl jewelry and accessories, baby blue and soft shades of pink and yellow, floral prints, and lacy tops.

for my next tea party i wanna formulate a pastry princess look, a pastry princess look is a look inspired by sweet treats and desserts.

SEND OUT INVITATIONS ; send out handwritten letters to invite ur friends to your tea party! or if u dont wanna make it handwritten, at least customize it digitally and send it to them that way. in the invitation make sure that u give the following information -> the date, time, dress code, and theme

THE TEA AND SNACKS ; little sandwiches, puddings, cupcakes and macaroons, sweet pastries, elaborate fruit platters are all some of my favorite things to enjoy during a tea party. some of my favorite tea party teas include ;

jasmine tea

strawberry and peach oolong blende

rose tea

chamomile

white peony white tea

DECOR ; depending on ur theme for ur tea party the decorations will vary. to touch back on the concept of a theme for ur tea party be CREATIVE. ur theme could literally be anything that u want. i think that the most basic decoration item though is an adorable tea set.

FORMULATE A PLAYLIST ; i love listening to songs like ariana grande's "pov" or kali uchis's "telepatía" and songs like red velvet's "scenery"

i hope that this post inspires you to plan and initiate a super fun and girly tea party either by yourself or with your friends, go have fun ✨

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dreamgrlarchive · 2 years

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A Prissy Girl’s Guide to Winter

you guys LOVED the summer guide so it’s only right i make a winter version. i’ll be covering all the same topics in this posts that’ll outline what the prissy girl agenda is for this years frosty season. this post will give you about a month and a half to prepare for a prissy girl winter! ❄️💕🍧

what’s the look this winter?

“cute and cozy” i, personally, am going for a layered, always warm, mattified look this winter. somewhere between maximalist and bougie. still very much bimboesque, as this is a year long thing for a prissy girl. long big bombshell curls and big fluffy lashes! not to mention lots and lots of pink and white! lots of layered looks.

“it's officially fall bbys. uggs, tracksuits, sew ins are in”

-@prissygrI via twitter

“i can't wait for the winter so i can wear fur boots, earmuffs, leg warmers, layers and more cute stuff again <3”

-@prissygrI via twitter

“long bombshell curls, leg warmers, fur coats, tote bags, heavy blush, fur accents, ear muffs, long fluffy lashes, bling details, white gold jewelry, ugg boots, pink and white are my winter lewk this year 🎀❄️💕”

-@prissygrI via twitter

first and foremost…

skin prep is a priority again. winter is usually a dry time of year for people. instead of using oils and lotions, opt for heavier creams for moisture and hydration. some of my favs include cerave moisture cream, jergens shea butter body cream, and bath and body works body creams.

preparation

new thicker bedding and blankets to keep comfy and warm.

store all your hot weather clothes! but be sure to leave out the layerable pieces

buy some winter boots if you don’t have any! the ones i’m buying are the pink, black, brown and white cubby demonias.

car maintenance is extremely important. get your tires rotated, or new tires altogether. ensure your car’s brakes are properly maintained and your car’s heat is functioning properly.

invest in new body scrubs as this is usually driest time of year. the winter is the perfect time to work on your skin on the body because your skin has time to turnover and heal.

buy some mugs for hot chocolate and tea!

buying some thick tights and stockings and undershirts for layering.

essentials

hand cream

body cream

ugg collection

warm, sweet fragrances

winter/end of year diary

new phone case

travel thermos

tights and leggings

thermal under clothes

thick cozy pjs

moisturizing body washes

umbrella

lip balm!!! super important

dayquil/nyquil/cough drops

yankee candles

clothes and accessories

fur coats give a very bougie, expensive aura while being functional fashion for the super cold weather. i personally think you should have two to three

white gold and sterling silver jewelry over gold!

leg warmers are another example of functional fashion. they give such a cute delicate touch to your look while providing so much more warmth

bow details. just so cute. buy some ribbon and add it to anything. buy big or small hair bows

victoria’s secret pajamas and slippers. the classic stripe collection are a must but vs has lots of high quality cold weather pieces.

tote bags. something about big extra cute purses add to the maximal look of prissy girl winter to me. i love using my telfar, juicy bag, and victoria’s secret bag in the cold months to compliment my layers and details.

knitted clothing pieces. the perfect warm cozy touch to a look.

velour tracksuits. very self explanatory. super comfy n cozy and look amazing paired with boots

cute n comfy loungewear for cozy grl looks!

ear muffs

fuzzy sets and pieces. fashion nova has really cute girly fuzzy pieces. let’s look for hats and gloves with fuzzy details

fur and rhinestone details. fur trims, blingy jewelry! think bratz forever diamondz, myscene bling bling

fuzzy slippers

pink, white, and black are essentials

cheetah prints. purses, coats, tops anything! o feel like cheetah print is pretty neutral so it’s easy to pair

hoop earrings and blingy pendants. snowflakes are perfect for this season but anything icy but dainty is perfect. it’s something about snow and bling that goes perfectly together.

anything that gives bougie and expensive honestly!

beauty

long fluffy eyelashes. the wispy style is my fav but i feel like they aren’t extra enough for the winter. fluffy lashes covered in snow are so cute!

pink and brown creamy opaque glosses

pressed powder to wear for a matte, smooth makeup look.

new whipped body butters! butters help seal in moisture, hydrating the skin much better than thin lotions.

edp with warm notes of decadence. ex. burberry her elixir, armani my way intense, b&bw a thousand wishes, vs warm and cozy, ariana grande cloud, billie eilish, etc.

sweet scents that smell like cinnamon, chocolate, gingerbread, and cranberry.

26”+ sew ins and extensions for long bombshell hair. the winter is the best season for sew ins and i’m definitely getting mine!

thick facial moisturizer to protect your skin from the windy blistering cold.

#my posts #the prissy girl agenda #winter #essentials #i accidentally saved to drafts 🥺#diva seasonz!

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isabella1798 · 3 months

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Why does no one talk about Eva (Jude’s mother) and Asha (Cardan’s mother) being best friends + Justin’s deal with Grimsen ?

I would love a backstory of Asha and Eva’s “friendship” because we know they were best friends who went everywhere together causing trouble. Their companionship was brief, they were both awful and they used to sneak of to the mortal lands together. I can imagine Asha knew what was going on between Justin and Eva and made Eva spill all of the *tea*. I’m very certain that Lady Asha helped Eva and Justin escape and was present at the time of when Eva received that prophecy. It got me thinking how Eva and Justin could get a pregnant mortal in to Madocs household but Asha was probably the one that did by using her glamour. Asha said she could tell Jude about her mother and her mother’s escape which obviously tells us she was there. It also got me thinking if they sent letters to each other while Eva and Justin lived in the mortal lands is well. If Eva and Asha were still in contact then it might have been how balekin found out Eva and Justin were alive (although balekin claims he found out from gossip) … he probably found one of Asha’s letters at the time they lived in the palace (a symbolic reason as to why Asha burned Cardans letters to Jude). We also know Oriana didn’t like Asha and Eva. Which makes me think that part of the reason why she could not tolerate Jude, Taryn, Vivi and couldn’t care less about Cardan is because Eva and Asha were cruel to Oriana. Even though Oriana told Jude Asha never loved anyone, it makes me think Asha might of loved Eva, even if it was only a little bit. Of course Asha will never admit this to anyone because she is a heartless and shallow woman, but I think she wanted to help her friend escape because she could see how miserable Eva was. I get the impression she didn’t think it was a good idea but still did it because she loved Eva. And when she found out Eva had died she must have mourned for her ex best friend. I can also see Asha looking at Jude and Cardan and thinking how much they remind her of herself and Eva. According to Oriana Eva had a great appreciation for Asha’s wickedness and this reminded me of when Cardan said to Jude in TWK “I never thought I could see my cruelty as talents but you did”. That is the exact copy of Asha and Eva. I think that’s why Asha holds a lot of resentment against Jude because Jude is the spitting image of her mother and is a lot like her. And that’s something that Asha is reminded of that she wishes to forget. I can see Asha and Eva getting drunk on wine at each other’s homes and playing cruel pranks on the folk while making fun of everyone and sneaking off to the mortal lands coming back with heeps of mortal clothing, accessories and food while they were friends.

It’s quite interesting to think that Eva, Asha, Oriana and Liriope (Locke+Oaks mother) were all familiar with each other. Could they have been friends all in a group like Cardan, Locke, Nicasia and Valerian ?

But what I want to know is what was the deal Grimsen made with Justin and did it have anything to do with the hag that gave Eva a prophecy about Jude? And something to do with Cardan’s star chart reading? Was the deal that Justin’s future children would have power or something like that? I have no idea but this is a question that NEEDS to be answered before this trilogy ends. Holly Black said she will probably do one more book set in Elfhame after the Prisoners Throne and that Jude will “face a political problem” at the end of this book. This makes me think the last book will go back to Jude and Cardan. And if so we need to know what this deal was….

#jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #how the king of elfhame learned to hate stories #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #holly black #madoc #high queen of elfhame #high king of elfhame #oak greenbriar #queen suren #taryn duarte #vivi duarte #eva duarte #jurdan #folk of the air #lady asha

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hrh-prince-butt · 9 months

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alex and henry plan to dress up as barbie and ken for an upcoming costume party, but they can't seem to agree on who should be barbie and who should be ken...

(hello this is possibly the dumbest thing i've ever written, and i have no regrets, it was so much fun to write)

“You can’t deny the Kenergy, babe.”

“You’re right,” Henry shoots back. “I can’t. And if anyone has it, it’s you.”

Alex crosses his arms and glares stubbornly at Henry. Henry glares right back, just as goddamn stubborn. Looks like they’re in a stalemate.

There was no argument that they absolutely had to dress up as Barbie and Ken for their couples costume this year. It had practically been telepathically agreed upon before they even left the cinema. Apparently, the hard part is agreeing on who should dress up as who.

Alex had thought it was obvious that he should be Barbie. But when he brought up speculations about his costume - should he copy an outfit from the movie or figure out something of his own? - Henry had frowned and said he thought he was supposed to be Barbie.

“Just face it, sweetheart,” Alex says, patting Henry on the shoulder. “You are clearly the Ken to my Barbie.”

Henry huffs. “How am I the Ken to your Barbie?”

“Well.” Alex leans back on the couch and gestures to himself. “I’m the successful career person, and you are my hot blond accessory. Obviously.”

“Unbelievable,” Henry says. He sounds genuinely offended. “David, are you hearing this?” David the Beagle lifts his head lazily at the sound of his name, but finding no imminent threat and no promise of treats, he goes back to napping on the couch.

“All this time,” Henry goes on, and Alex can tell he’s really amping up the theatrics now, probably working up to a dramatic monologue of some kind. “I thought you liked me because of my intelligence, my wit. I thought I was more than just a pretty face, but no. Apparently I’m just some attractive himbo boytoy to you. Utterly unbelievable.”

He punctuates this absolute scene with a very undramatic bite of chocolate chip cookie. This batch is his third attempt, and Alex has to admit they aren’t terrible. They are overbaked and therefore rock hard - Henry’s annoyed chewing can probably be heard halfway down the street - but they’re already miles better than the last batch. Alex thinks it best not to speak of the last batch.

“I can’t believe you just called yourself a ‘himbo boytoy’.” Alex is wheezing with laughter, and Henry’s stubborn chewing, his failing attempt to look dramatically offended while crunching on a cookie the texture of a brick, only makes it harder to stop laughing. “Those are your words, not mine.”

He deigns not to mention that while he has been busy with important law shit all week, Henry has been busy baking cookies. And being really bad at it. That’s definitely Kenergy.

Henry sighs and washes down the remains of the tragic cookie with tea. “You’re not seeing my vision, love. You would really make an excellent Ken. And I would make an excellent Barbie.”

“Damn,” Alex says. “We must already be in Barbie’s Dreamhouse because… uh. Keep dreaming.”

“That… was a truly terrible comeback.”

Alex sighs. “Yeah. They can’t all be winners.”

Henry nods gravely. “I’d say this proves my point. You’re Ken, and I’m Barbie.”

It most definitely does not prove anything. “If you’re Barbie,” Alex says, “then you’re definitely Depression Barbie watching the Pride & Prejudice movie like a million times.”

Henry apparently doesn’t have a response to that except indignant spluttering. Alex laughs so hard he wakes up David. He almost falls off the couch laughing when Henry responds with: “How dare you, I am clearly Irrepressible Thoughts of Death Barbie!”

Then they’re both laughing, while David watches them in utter confusion.

“Alright,” Alex says once he has calmed down. “Fair enough. But we can’t both be Barbie!”

“Why not, though?” Henry counters.

“It’s a couples costume!”

“Well,” Henry says. “Two Barbies can love each other! It’s the 21st century!”

Alex tries to sigh but it comes out as more laughter. “Yeah, yeah,” he says. “Gay rights for Barbie or whatever. But two Barbies won’t be as recognizable as a couples costume. People will just think we’re two people who independently decided to dress up as Barbie!”

“Alright.” Henry picks up his phone. “I’m settling this once and for all.”

“What? Who are you calling?”

That question is quickly answered. The dial tone only rings twice before the call goes through, and Pez’s voice fills the living room. “Well, if it isn’t my second favourite disgraced royal. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Henry wastes no time on niceties. “Pez. Out of Alex and me, who is Barbie and who’s Ken?”

Pez doesn’t even take a moment to consider it. He just says, “Darling, you’re definitely Ken.”

Ha! Told you, Alex mouths, his face lighting up in a vindictive grin.

“That is the wrong answer,” Henry tells Pez, whose laughter comes out a little tinny through the phone speakers.

“Oh come on, you know I’m right,” Pez says. “Or perhaps I just really want to see your boyfriend's magnificent arse in that Barbie-pink pantsuit. You know, the one Margot Robbie wears in the film?”

More indignant spluttering from Henry. “Pez, you’re on speaker.”

“Oh good, I hoped I was,” Pez replies. “Hello, Alex! I look forward to seeing your Barbie costume. Do come to me if you need help putting it together. Toodles!"

And then he hangs up. Henry glares at the screen like he can magically will Pez to come back and take his side this time.

“Well, you heard him,” Alex says, not even trying to hide his laughter.

Henry huffs and shoves the phone back in his pocket. “Well, who made him the expert, anyway?”

“Pretty sure you did, when you called to get his opinion. To, you know-” Alex clears his throat and puts on his best Henry impression- “settle this, once and for all.”

Presumably at a loss for words, Henry picks up another cookie and, with considerable effort, bites into it. There’s nothing more to say, anyway. They both know Alex has won.

“Besides,” Alex says, holding up his phone to show Henry the transaction on the screen. “I already ordered the “I am Kenough” hoodie in your size, sweetheart.”

#yes this is very silly and i was having a lot of fun when writing it aksdhj #i think they Would be overly dramatic about barbie for no reason actually #rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor

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vandal-flower · 1 month

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Chapter 6 - Emperor and Heir

Blue Roses with Gold Lining

With his majesty's goal in mind, you continue to work in the library. However Michael's meeting with her majesty and Aurora intoduces a requirement for both your plans to succeed.

W.C: 3.4 words. (I'm so proud.)

Warnings: Mentions of children, intimacy via touch, stories on infidelity, dialogue, implied kissing.

I.¹ - II.² - III.³- IV.⁴ - V.⁵

"I want you to remain loyal to me Michael."

You gently rub his hand with your own. Silently pleading with him to fulfill your request. Your desire. In exchange of his loyalty, you'll make him an emperor. The mightiest known to man.

Michael's eyes look at you, and he then chuckles to himself. "What ever ploy you are trying to play is good, but not good enough. Consider your script rejected."

For a moment, his words caught you off guard, but you quickly compose yourself to snap back at him.

"Oh, your majesty, this isn't some ploy I'm playing just to get a head start in the competition. I mean it. Honest.", you calmly say, "Also, I don't always follow by a script, I prefer to improvise occasionally."

He gives you a look of uncertainty, unsure if what you are saying is really true.

"Your majesty, if you truly do lack faith in me, then please, do name one time that I, (Name), daughter of one of the Ministers of House Ludwig, has ever deceived you."

"Fair enough.", he replies. You possess a trait that not even his mother's court cannot get their hands on. Convincing. One could say you're manipulative to a degree.

On your first day at the palace, you were able to form a pact with him, and own your own terms and conditions. He will- he must help you in times of need. It's only fair.

You gently take his hand off your face. Had anyone seen you with the prince like this, you'll never hear the end of such gossip. The people residing in this palace have the largest ears and the loudest mouths known to man.

That is not to say that you don't enjoy such gossip while drinking your tea.

You quickly pick up the papers on the floor and hold them tightly to your chest. "Anyways in short, in order for you to become an emperor, you must help me into gaining some power in this place. Fair enough?", You explain.

"Alright then.", he mutters as he rakes his hand through his hair. You smile at how quickly he accepts your proposal, not questioning you or having any suspicions.

"Since you decided to take the initiative to approach 'Little Miss Pinkie' for me, smooth-talk your way into her confessing about her new accessories. Talk to other women too, just in case.", you remind him.

"Just in case of what?"

"Just in case, I don't get into trouble for falsely accusing someone.", you reason.

"I'm the daughter of a minister, not a princess like the others. The chances of me getting punished for minor things is higher compared to anyone in the place."

'Valid points.', he thinks. "Well then, I guess I must get to work then. I ask for a goodluck kiss before I go." , he says, as he points to his lips with his index finger.

The smirk on his face.

"No. It's unnecessary."

"I'm not leaving until you give me what I want."

You sigh in defeat. 'He's awfully stubborn for his age. It's almost concerning.', you think bringing his face closer to yours and gently plant your lips onto his, a peck on the cheek.

"Can I have one more?", he asks with a cheeky smile on his face.

"I recall that you asked for a kiss, not kisses Michael."

"Are harsh words really necessary whenever we converse alone?"

"Yes, now go do smooth talk your wives-to-be."

Before you walk out, he calls out to you. "And where will our secret meetings take place, if you want that plan of yours to succeed?"

"Meet me in the library, before evening. If you're unable to do that, I come see you myself. I hope you don't have any duties to attend at that time."

You walk out of the room and come face-to-face with Alexis. He stares at you for a moment, before giving you a look of distaste, and walking off to enter the room.

"Good afternoon, royal advisor Ness. I believe it is good courtesy to greet, don't you think so?", you turn to face him, just to see him halt his movements.

"You don't need my greetings, you are but filth in my eyes.", he snarls at you. You take notice at how dull his eyes are. You shrug it off, "Very well then. Good to know that is how you view me, dear sir. Anyway, may you enjoy your day."

You continue your way down the halls as he stands there, still in his position. You wonder to yourself if he acts like this to anyone, or just you. Either way, you couldn't care less.

Ness scoffs to himself before entering the room. 'Who does that woman think she is?', he thought to himself. He quickly puts a smile on his face for his majesty. It is protocol for royal advisors to look their best when presenting themselves to their master.

For him, it was his smile.

As soon as he entered, he saw his majesty smiling to himself. Ness wondered why. Was because his great majesty played mind games with you, like the other women or, was it because his majesty merely thinks you are a joke to him?

Michael calms himself as he notices Ness and stops smiling. Ness takes notice of this, but doesn't question it. "Your majesty, the queen has requested your presence at her chambers. She says it is something concerning your interactions with the participants.", he says.

"My interactions with the participants?", Michael questions. "Indeed your majesty.", Ness answers. "Though it is rude of me to make assumptions concerning this matter that does not need my input, however I think...", he takes a pause for a moment.

Michael's face hardens, "You think?". Ness takes a deep breath and looks away, "I think it is about future heirs, your majesty."

Michael's face becomes sour with the thought of future children. He didn't like them, but didn't hate them either. He just thought they were just...there.

It already didn't help that he has to choose a queen- empress suitable for him and his standards. But his mother was just piling more pressure onto him with the thought of children.

Though it is just as assumption made by his advisor, so there could be a chance that it could be false.

He straightens his posture, "Alright then, escort me to her." Ness smiles once again. "Of course your majesty.

"So, my dearest Michael, it seems you have been doing quite well lately. Alexis informed me about your wellbeing before I requested your presence.", the queen says, placing her teacup on the saucer ontop of the table. She then rests her hands on her lap.

"Yes, mother. I hope you are also faring well.", Michael says, drinking his own cup of tea. His mother smiles, the crinckles under eyes show how sincere her emotion is. She really is doing well. "I have, no need to worry about your mother, after all I did want to talk about your interactions with the participants."

His jaw tightens, 'The issue can't be that important.'

"What about them, surely you aren't afraid one of the participants will drop out of the competition due to my 'intolerable behaviour?"

His mother chuckles to herself. "Of course not, it's just that I want to see how you have progressed." Michael raises an eyebrow. "And if you bedded any of the girls."

He pinches the bridge of his nose. 'Damn it, Ness was right.'

He remembers about how Ness would constantly be right on his assumptions. And this one was no different.

"Mother dearest, don't you think that this conversation is too early. We are only a few months in, and here you are talking about heirs already.", Michael explains. His mother gives him a serious look and sighs to herself.

"Michael, it's for the palace's sake. If any of those girls don't produce an heir suitable for the throne, the palace will fall into pieces.", she reasons. "This is the only way for you to become a true king."

"I don't want to become a king, mother.", Michael says.

His mother becomes stunned at his words, before she could say anything, he interrupts her.

"I want to become an emperor, the greatest one known to man."

She looks at him with a puzzled look before smiling. "Very well then, but in order to do that you must listen to what I have to say." She stands up and walks up to the prince.

"I want you to bed one of those fifteen girls. In order for you to become the greatest emperor, you must have a suitable heir."

She takes his hands into hers and gently squeezes them, silently pleading with him to listen to what she has said.

"If you don't know which one you should start with, I'll choose which one is best.", her words stern and her face serious. Michael lowers his head as an attempt to not look at his mother.

"Please my son, I'm only doing this for you. Don't become a disappointment, because I know only you can be the greatest."

Michael raises his head and looks at his mother's pleading eyes. "Yes mother, I hear you. I'll do what you have to say." His mother smiles and gently places a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, my dearest."

Moments later, Michael excused himself to prepare himself to meet with one of the participants. As the door closes, the queen's most trusted servant, a middle-aged woman enters the room quietly.

"Sophia.", the queen called out to her servant. "Yes, your majesty."

"Monitor those girls for me. Bring me the ones that are most beautiful, and most importantly..."

"Suitable enough to produce an heir."

Sophia looked at the queen with surprise, "Your majesty, forgive me for asking but, isn't it too early for such things?"

The queen smiled at her servant, "I'm merely doing it for my son, he wishes to become an emperor. These girls didn't come here to just have the 'princess treatment' for free."

Her smile grew wider, "They have to work for it Sophia, and I'm making them work for it. Even if it means making them drop out of the competition."

Sophia titled her head to the side in confusion. "And what do you mean by that, your majesty?" The queen laughed to herself loudly, catching her servant off guard.

"You ask ridiculous questions, Sophia.", she answers. "I'll simply root them like the flowers in my garden. Once I see any of their petals wilt or slight change in their behaviour, I'll simply get rid of them."

"I only want flowers that are absolutely perfect for my son."

Sophia smiled to herself as she heard the queen's explanation. "Indeed your majesty, only the best is suitable for his majesty."

In the garden, sat Michael and Aurora of the Palace of Cecil, infamous for her lavish lifestyle. She wore jewelry and a tight fitting dress, intended to show her curves as an attempt to seduce the prince.

"Your majesty, it's a great honor to be in your presence once again. I had thought I would never had the opportunity to see you again, but you managed to lift my hopes.", she looked at him with an adoring look. Michael smiled at the praise he was given.

"Of course my dear, I would never leave you all alone by yourself.", Michael starts. "I missed you with all my heart, my dearest.", he gently rubs her cheek, causing her cheeks to become a tint of pink.

She giggles at the attention given to her. "You know how to make a princess swoon for you, your majesty!", she says with excitement. Michael smiles to himself.

Aurora twirls a piece of her hair,"So if I may ask your majesty, where is Alexis? It's strange not seeing him with you.", she looks over to him with a pout. He is surprised but questions her,"Why would you want to know?"

Aurora giggles in response, unaware this irritated the prince. He noticed this was a habit of hers, to annoyingly giggle at an inquiry she wishes not answer.

"Anyways.", the prince starts,"I would like to ask where you get such beautiful dresses and accessories. I believe they greatly suit you."

Michael gives her a gentle smile, waiting for her to answer and potentially give up some information concerning the suspicious increase of taxes.

"Oh these, they're just some gifts my parents sent from home. I hope one of these days we could visit my homeland.", she says. Her smile falters a bit.

He smiles.

"So, if I may ask, what were you doing when I wasn't around?" Aurora giggled nervously, fidgeting with her hands. "I was...well. I was thinking about you, your majesty."

Michael looks at her with disappointment. "Aurora, do you recall the words I told the participants those few months ago?" She hesitantly nods. "You do know I refer to you as well." His tone becoming darker with every word he spoke.

"I instructed you to either show me your affections, or become someone of great use to me. And yet..."

"You decide not to pick any one of the options I gave you. You decided to waste my time."

She stands up in shock at his words, her nails stinging her palm. "How could you think of me that way?!"

She stared at the prince with anger, before realizing what she has done and sitting herself back down. She yelled at the prince. She caused a scene. If anyone were to see what had happened, rumors would spread like wildfire.

Suddenly, she puts a gentle smile on her face. "Forgive me your majesty for my outburst, I didn't know how to react when you said such hurtful words to me." She pouts as a way to soften his heart, but unknowingly fails to do so.

Michael quirks a brow at her act, but decides to brush it off and forgive her, reluctantly. Her pout is replaced with a smile as she fixes her dress and her hair.

With him reaching a near dead end, Michael decides to make a final move.

"Why don't you come to my chambers, alone."

Aurora is shocked at the invitation and deducts that not only could this be a great opportunity to surpass her competitors, but also as a way to gain an advantage of potentially producing an heir before anyone else.

"I would love to, your majesty.", as she reached her hand out for him to escort her, personally.

You awaken from your nap in the library, you then stretch your arms before folding them. Your eyes slowly adjust to your surroundings, looking at the wooden shelves filled with books from top to bottom.

'I've never seen Michael read a book ever since I came here.', you wonder. It's a mystery to you on why this place has a whole library, but you have seen no one enter the place.

Other than the maids coming to dust the area thoroughly, but that doesn't matter. You should focus on more important things. For instance, where is Michael?

You take a look at the sky through the window. It's past evening. The two of you were supposed to meet before then. You blame yourself for dozing off, when trying to learn about the royal etiquette. The book you read was big enough to be used as a murder weapon.

You hastily walk out of the library, to go meet with him. 'He probably did this on purpose, making me work like a mad woman. Though it is my fault for not keeping track of time.'

When you reach the doors to his chambers, you knock on the door to check if he's available.

You hear a few whispers, not audible enough for you to make out what their saying. "Enter.", but you hear someone whisper to someone, to not let you enter.

Taking in a deep breath, you enter.

The scene before you was Michael and Aurora holding each other in their arms. Her palms resting on his chest and his hands on the sides of her hips.

They both look disheveled. You saw smudges of pink lipstick trailing from his lips to his neck and his collar unbuttoned and wrinkled, while her sleeves lower than they were before.

The smile on Michael's face was mocking and the flushed cheeks of Aurora was almost identical to her hair. As well as the pink smudged lipstick on her lips.

To witness such a thing before you. It hurts. You've read stories on women who've caught their husband in the act of an affair, but acted as if it never happened.

You've eavesdropped on your mother and the other ministers' wives conversations a few times before. According to your mother, one woman found her husband in bed with another, but only asked for what he wanted for dinner.

It's quite devastating when you think about it. But that doesn't matter. You're dealing with a prince who's love and affections could be given to all, but is not truly genuine.

You should care less.

"I sincerely apologize for interrupting your time with his majesty, however I am need of his assistance." Aurora gave you look of disdain, upset about how you barged into the room of them cuddling together.

The nonchalance in your voice does not help either.

"What is that you need his majesty's assistance with, you can clearly see that I'm still having my time with him.", she breaks away from his hold and stands in front of you.

"I can understand why you are upset about me barging in, however his majesty has a meeting with me. So, please excuse us."

You gestured to Michael so the both you could go, and he nods.

"Lady (Name) is right, you should get going. You've spent more than enough time with me.", he takes a napkin out of his pocket and wipes his face. "We'll continue this later."

"But your majesty-"

"Get going now, or are you incapable of escorting yourself out?"

With no other option, Aurora leaves, but with a sour look on her face directed to you. You could almost see tears coming from her eyes, you almost felt bad for her.

Key word, almost.

You waited to hear the sound of her footsteps to diminish. You sigh to yourself and look over to Michael. The smile on his face.

"So, did you get anything from her?", you started. He looked at you, fixing his collar and wiping the lipstick stains.

"Why, but of course. At first, she claimed her parents sent her gifts, but with a kiss or two, she confessed to the tax increase."

"Did she ever explain why she did all this?"

He gave you a side eye before continuing , "Apparently to gain more of my attention, it's a habit of hers to seek the attention of every person around her. Friend or foe."

He chuckled at the look on your face. You were...disappointment. The sympathy you had for her died when you heard the reason why of the sudden tax increase.

"How did she manage to do this? Surely, she couldn't have done it by herself.", you questioned.

"She asked her majesty. My mother."

Pardon. He saw how confused you are, with your mouth agape and your brows raised.

"I suspect my mother has given her permission to do whatever she wants in order to get my attention.", he says.

"Wouldn't that be an unfair advantage, what about the rest of participants?", you were confused. Did her majesty really not care of what the public thought of her?

"It would only be unfair if I fell for it, after all I'm not all that interested with anyone at the moment.", he smiled mischievously.

For some odd reason, you were relieved when he said those words. "Why are you so relieved at this fact? I thought you already knew I'm not interested into such women.", he started.

You shot him an irritated look, "Then do explain the lively scene I saw moments before. Was it to rile her on, to play with her, to bed her, your majesty?"

He stated clapping at you, as if saying 'Precisely the point.' To say it felt humiliating would be an understatement. But you didn't know why.

You took a deep breath.

"Would it be wrong for I to assume that her majesty, requested an heir from you?"

His form became still as if he had been turned to stone. "If that is the case then..."

You straightened your posture.

"Would you do the honor, of making me the first woman to carry your child."

In order for Michael Kaiser to become an emperor, he needs to have heir.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Count Briar | Yandere Yuri Briar

“Hi, there! You must be Yor’s baby brother! She’s told me all about you, come on in!”

Being greeted by an unfamiliar person in the home he both cursed and loved as the house of his sister wasn’t something Yuri Briar was prepared for. He had a clear goal this time around. Tutor Loid’s spawn, bug the rooms, and see if there is any evidence of Loid’s trickery.

“Well don’t just stand there silly! Anya, why don’t you bring your uncle in while I finish this cake!”

“Okay!”

He needed to focus! Analyze this new enemy and try to find flaws! But it was so hard when you so eagerly fed him delicious cake. Not to mention you were smiling so sweetly at him. No he had to make sure you weren’t a spy! Begin the interrogation!

“So what made you worthy enough to be in my sister’s home?”

“Well it's kind of in my title silly! I’m Anya and Bond’s nanny!”

You giggled setting aside a cake for yourself, Anya, and Bond. Yuri kept his eyes on your every move, just waiting for you to slip up. Not because he couldn’t stop looking at you. Nope! Definitely because your smile was too bright and that must have been a devious tactic from an enemy like you.

“(Y/n)-sama! Let us begin our mission!”

“Yes, Anya-sama it is time!”

“W-what?!”

With a flap of the cape she was wearing, Anya was revealed to wear layers of clothes of various unmatching patterns. Bond too was wearing a hat that resembled one of a cowboy and a cape that he was currently trying to eat. He turned to you for some semblance of an understanding only to find that you were in an elaborate costume yourself with something akin to a masquerade mask. On guard, he stood up until you so easily pushed at his chest with gloved hands as you chuckled. It wasn’t because the soft push at his chest rendered him an overheating mess…definitely not.

“I thought Yor would have told you! We’re trying something new to encourage Anya to study. Now you're the count I have to seduce to get codes from!”

“W-what?!”

“Here Unkie takes this, those are the codes they have to get! But you can’t give it right away!”

He stood up again. He was putting his foot down and stopping whatever effect you were having on him.

“No! I’m not doing this! I told Yor I’d–”

He stopped at the unsettling silence in the room. Anya’s face was slowly contorting and you had removed your mask to look worriedly at her before flicking your hypnotizing eyes back at his. It was too much with you looking directly into his eyes with that pouty look on your face felt like a direct attack. Heart pumping as he watched your puffy delectable lips turn into a pout and your eyes droop. This pressure! There was only one way he could evade this and the unshed tears welling in Anya’s eyes spoke of one thing—!

“Fine. But after this we get right to studying.”

Tears gone and your smile returned, everyone continued to prepare for the game that you were all about to play. Sitting back down and wearing the accessory he had been given beforehand. Finishing quickly he watched as you dawned your mask once more retrieving the cut slices as you placed them on the table. Joining him on the couch he watches you clear out your voice before turning and speaking to him in an accent that wasn’t your own.

“Thank you for inviting us Count Briar, me and my associates are so happy we could attend your costume tea-party!”

He stood there holding your gaze before receiving a not-so subtle kick from under the table. Kirking your head in hopes to urge him he realized what exactly you were trying to get from him.

“Uh uh yes I’m so happy you could come uh-”

“The Countess of the Acrobatics.”

“Uh–yeah and you uhm Any–”

“Princess of Peanuts!”

“Yes and Bond-”

“Bodyguard Bond!”

“Right, yes thank you for bringing the cake, then.”

“Of course it's the least we could do. After all you do have those cherry bombs sitting on the Candy Kingdom.”

“Do I–? Augh! Yes! I do!” Receiving another kick, he fixed his response. Realizing how hard this was for him, he tried his hardest. After all, he wouldn't want to let you down. Wait, he meant Yor if she were ever to hear about his lacking acting skills.

He continued to maintain this character, learning through you and Anya’s dialogue that he was a Count looking to force the Candy Kingdom to give all their candy to him with his cherry bombs. Apparently the King you were working for was deathly allergic to cherries and therefore required that you two–their spies get the codes to disarm the bombs.

Even with your previous revelation of your tactic he couldn’t be prepared for your ‘seduction’ in the slightest. Slowly scooting closer to him on the couch was the first step, already bringing a slight blush as he realized what you were doing. It escalated when you let your shoulders touch. You must have been incredibly hot because the moment you touched, he was in desperate need of some cooling off. Unfortunately, he couldn’t leave especially since Bond–er Bodyguard Bond was eyeing his slice. In the next part, you offered to feed him the rest of his slice of cake.

“Say, ‘ahh’!”

“A-ah.”

Letting his mouth close around your fork he tried to look away from your eyes once more. Failing miserabley as he not only could see your face clearly but the oddly revealing bits your costume had.

“I got it, (Y/n) now keep distracting him.”

The not so silent whisper allowed him to break away looking at Anya, easily making away with the paper that was in his pocket.

“Uh oh, it looks like you have some cake on your face, Count Briar! I’ll get it for you.”

Were-were you going to kiss him?! So soon?! He wasn’t prepared for this! The only kiss he’s ever received like this is from Yor! Would this be his first kiss?!

“Ah-W-wait-?!”

“Got it.”

With a swipe of your thumb from the corner of his lips the point of contention was gone. All he could do was overheat in embarrassment excitement as he watched you sit back to happily lick the frosting away before pridefully striking a pose.

“Waku waku Count Briar we’ve stolen your codes and therefore our mission is complete.”

“Yayy we did it! Victory hugs!”

Yuri watched bewildered as you did a dance with her; moving Bond in tandem with your movements. Completely oblivious to the crisis he could only recover from as he huffed to get everyone’s attention.

“A-alright now we study.”

“Awww but (Y/n) didn’t even do the kiss!”

Yuri stopped feeling an immense sense of being cheated that he couldn’t quite place. You shrugged as you began to take off Anya and Bond’s costumes.

“Sorry Anya but it's not cool to take your Unkie’s kisses! Now let’s get ready to study!”

Yuri pushed these thoughts away as he focused on coaching Loid’s near illiterate spawn as you did chores around their home. Every now and then he let himself stare because this would most certaintly not be the first time he’d find you. He’d figure out why you made him feel this way.

Just you wait.

Part 2: ?

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ー 𝓰ℴ𝓁𝒹ℯ𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹𝓈

a little bonus for ⎡∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺⎦, a zhongli 2023 birthday event

𖧷 a/n ┈ IT'S FINISHED HSLDFJKSLDJ ough i think this might be the most i've written in a whole month for the past few months. maybe. probably. ah, anyway, to conclude this series, i prepped a little thing ー i don't think most of people noticed a lot of them, but i sprinkled little details here and there in the fics and the images eheh... so yes this is an explanation post that no one asked but I WANTED TO MAKE ANYWAY SHUSH /silly

𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓊 ❬ masterlist ❭ 𐫱 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 ❬ taglist ❭

to clarify, yes, all the chapters in the series are sneak peeks of the numerous lives you've lived with zhongli (actual timeline not exactly in order as the chapters' releases). if you saw the masterlist, you might have noticed that the general tag said 'reincarnation!au' ;))

p.s. i think anyone who knows my selfship 'zhongrin' really well must have already noticed this, but yes the whole series is so zhongrin-coded bc i am an overindulgent shit but 1) it's hubby's bday and 2) it's my blog - so i'd like to think i get a free pass ✨ /smacked

𖧷 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

ー day 1: morax giving you pebbles / stones just like how you offered him one to befriend him [day 2]

ー day 4: fresh yellow hibiscus is the same flower your past self put inside a vase in your restaurant [day 3]

ー day 5: mention of golden hair ornament which you gave him [day 1]

ー day 6: dragon biting behavior defined as marking possessions / territories [day 2]

ー day 7: how his favorite slow-cooked bamboo shoots soup recipe originally comes from you [day 3] + marigolds being your choice of flowers [day 4]

𖧷 "𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓁𝒾"

all the first letters (which is in a different font if you've noticed) in the series' works makes up "zhongli" (except the last one is basically just a heart emoji, hence 'love'). also, there are hidden letters in all the different headers' banners :3

𖧷 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

in the masterlist, if you put the dividers between the chapters together, it shows as this symbol:

which is basically zhongli's signature patterns in his clothing, accessories, hairclip, etc. and why i named the series as ♾️/6000+, which also fits with the whole 'i will spend an infinity with you out of my current 6000+ years of life' concept portrayed in the whole series 😌

i wonder which references did you manage to pick up on? hehe <3

#genshin impact #zhongli #∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺

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quindread · 11 months

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Constanstine starts acting sober on important missions/meetings for the JLD; he has a sanity-potion dealer

Zatanna reports this odd behavior to Batman, they interrogate him when his veins are swamped with alcohol.

C: … I-I know what yer doin’ [hiccups]

Z: We care for your well-being. You have bouts of sobriety that you seem to have control over.

B: Are you on something new?

C: M’yeah… is called a pwoz—piss—poise! Poise potion, yeah das it!

B: And who makes this “Poise” potion?

C: My dealah, my busniz. G’way! [stumbles out the door]

Z: … That went as well as expected.

Sober Constantine is actually more reasonable. Batman catches him after a meeting.

B: [observes his brushed hair and very high-quality, new trench coat] You’re sober… Congratulations?

C: Uhuh. Did you need something? I have some business elsewhere.

B: With your dealer?

C: [affronted] Wha—Who in their right bloody mind would dare call Celest that?

B: You did.

C: ….

B: Who’s Celest?

C: Oh, fuck me!

Constantine gives him an address - it’s in Milan, Lombardy (Region of Italy). He specifically instructs him to come as a civ along with Red Hood and Robin with the threat that he will erase their memories if they so much as go into detective mode.

Bruce Wayne and his two wayward children enters the teahouse and is led by the hostess to a private room. They are served with tea and light snacks that they know even Alfred would more than approve of.

A door opens - they didn’t even know it was one with the way the molding blends into each other seamlessly. And out came one of the most enchanting woman Bruce has ever seen. He’s seen his fair share of attractive females but he has never been star-struck like he should be - as if he were back to his pre-pubescent days.

M: Constantine said you’d be here.

B: [realizes that this person was Constantine’s dealer and was 100% magic] You’re his dealer?

*Jason and Damian who saw the look on their dad’s face snicker at his opening line*

M: [raises and elegant eyebrow at Bruce] And you must be his work associates?

J: Something like that, lady. I’m Jason, kid’s Damian, and the one who can’t stop staring at you is our Dad, Bruce.

*Bruce grumbles and Marinette smirks*

M: I’m Marinette. It’s a pleasure to meet you.

D: [gestures at Bruce] Pleasure is all his, Marinette.

B: [red at the ears] Their Grandfather thought them better, I swear.

M: Mhmm. I guess he didn’t teach them how to not die then?

The guys: ….

Jason gets a more potent version of the potion Constantine consumes - it’s a prescription that he has to come for every month. Damian gets a charm; ear cuffs because he does whatever her wants, a spontaneous orbital piercing is nothing. And Bruce gets Mari’s number.

(Tim also gets forwarded in his fave fashion label’s waitlist from the near thousands to the fourteenth - his first consultation coincides with Jason’s next appointment.)

AN: Some posts/fics call Mari Celestial Guardian. Idk where and when that happened - I have abandoned canon a long time ago. These are all pulled from my days in the maribat blackhole (still kinda stuck there). I basically pulled this out of my archives so they at least get the chance to see the daylight.

Addressing Brucinette: I have a whole re-written MLB plot in my archives where everything is more brutal and the miraculous aren’t actual pieces of accessories. Like there’s an initiation to the order and stuff like that. I normally don’t enjoy aging up characters in crossovers but Brucinette just works. I have a secretary AU somewhere (it’s tragic and I’m considering scrapping it if I find it). And I also have deep-rooted issues that wants me to write Good!Dad Bruce who has Mari breathing down his neck when he so much as raises his voice at his children (Muminette/Mominette is another breed scary). And those tropes where Mari sees right through Brucie? Has a second sense for the when the batkids are in/causes trouble? Love those. I WILL FIGHT FOR THIS SHIP. (Jk people are free to dislike this. I get it.)

#mlb x dc #john constantine #batkids #bruce wayne #justice league dark #maribat

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bas-writes · 2 months

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your blind date is waiting for you...

A suitor is awaiting for @mewiyev who as their dream date wanted to attend a cake decorating class. I hope you will spend lovely time together!

gender neutral reader | ~800 words | modern AU

Working together with this man is calling for a disaster, you must admit that. He likes to joke that he was born with two left hands and tangled legs-and it's a very generous euphemism. He's not any less agile than an average person, not even that clumsy in comparison to other hopeless cases you can recall, but he's so prone to a tragedy that he must have been cursed at some point of his life.

Cursed with bringing anything into a spectacular failure, without any prior warning, and somehow taking the most comical route possible out of it.

It doesn't extinguish the enthusiasm though, neither yours nor his.

Cake decorating class was rather a coincidence than a conscious choice. Yes, you were looking for a new hobby back then, but you didn't do any research towards the few ideas that came to your mind. And none of them were related to cooking. Class advertisement caught your eye when Rosinante was walking you home from a coffee date, more because of its interesting design than the topic of the class itself. The talk wandered casually towards baking, you compared your achievements and (mostly his) failures, and you wondered, why not, learning how to make cute cake decorations together could be so much fun.

Much to your surprise, an hour after you parted your ways, he called you and, with a wide smile audible in his voice, announced that he signed you two for a demonstration lesson.

It barely started and Rosinante has already swallowed everyone's attention. The majority of participants are middle-aged women, so he stands out on every field possible even without making a clown out of himself. Hunched over his spot, hair falling into his eyes, he does his best to not be the main novelty of the evening, and the harder he tries, the more he fails. You feel a bit sorry for him-but also can't help but enjoy the show yourself, not without a sprinkle of satisfaction that it was you who brought its main star to the event.

A sight of a huge man like him preoccupied with detailed work is truly endearing. In his paws, a piece of a kiwi fruit and a knife look like accessories for a doll tea party-yet, he's moving gently and with great precision. Whether he's being careful or not doesn't really change a thing against his sudden outbursts of clumsiness, so you know he's not doing it to avoid a scene, but rather out of genuine passion for his task. Did you accidentally hit the jackpot when pointing at the advertisement?

Whether he's doing this for you or for the interest he found in class, Rosinante is definitely having a blast out of it. A whole decade seems to have fallen out of his shoulders with just a fruit in his hands and a short tutorial shown to him. He curls and tries to escape the attention, at the same time he's almost shaking in his spot, barely taming himself from calling you every time his cut works as it should. He would have done a better job out of it-it's just a simple flower made of a kiwi-but excitement throws his attention all over the place. Truly a golden retriever boyfriend.

You can't blame him as you're not much better. Everything he does just pulls your eyes towards him and, over and over again, you catch yourself staring with the same intensity as all the women around you, teacher included. The deliberate short cuts made with a knife not much bigger than his fingers. Thick fringe falling into his eyes. The nervous tick-gnawing at his lower lip-left after he quit smoking. Slippery fruit sliding out of his calloused, clumsy hands-and the twist and noises he does when it's doing so.

"Hey, Y/N, I think it finally goes somewhe-" He huffs with triumph when he pins down the last escape attempt and tries to, with the same, juice-soaked hand, brush hair out of his nose.

The tragedy unfolds in three seconds at best, but you feel as if it was played to you in slow motion. Reckless graze, maybe a droplet of juice falling where it shouldn't, has Rosinante making a weird face, then inhaling sharply-and sneezing into fist, closed around the so hard-worked-for fruity flower.

The crowd, you included, jerks in place, then coos with sympathy at his genuinely disappointed pout. No cake decoration could survive a hearty squeeze from the hand of an ex-Marine.

"Aww, shit," He licks the pulp straight from his palm and reaches for a kitchen towel. "Sorry. I don't think I'm cut for this. Would you mind if I just stared at you instead?"

#corazon x reader #corazon x y/n #corazon x you #corazon imagine #op x reader #op x you #op x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #bas writes #op #rosinante #blind dates #gender neutral reader

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sani-sims · 3 months

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Must Have Mods for Realistic & Aesthetic Gameplay By Sani Sims

Here is a list of diverse mods/overrides/replacements I`ve added to revamp my game for the new year :3

- Create-A-Sim Mods -

CAS Overhaul

CC Wrench Override

EA Eyelashes Remover | Eye Shine Remover

More Columns in CAS

Nail Poses | Stand Still in CAS

No Make-up & Accessories on Randomized Sims

- Gameplay Mods -

Longer Parties & More Guests

Side FX / Visual FX Player

Self-Manicure | Self-Pedicure

Quick Shower & Bath

- Overrides/Replacements Mods -

Dark Mode UI

iPhone 11 | Ozone Wireless Earbuds

Hidden Highlight | Smaller Plumbob

NoBlue & NoGlo

No Mosaic / Censor | No Music Notes | No Zzz

No Food Sparkle | No Bad Microwave Buffs

Paired Selfie & More Paired Selfies

Quip Oral Care Set | Razor

- Food Mods -

Cutlery Default Retexture

Clay Water Filters | Functional Tea Pots

Hot Chocolate Machine | Home Barista

Grannies Cookbook | Cookbook S&S

Chocolate-Covered Strawberry

Champagne Bottles | Champagne & Chocolate

Drinks Tray | Set for Sake | Whiskey, Cognac and Vodka

Oni's Recipe Pack | Sushi Set | Takoyaki Hot Pan

Zoomers Delivery Plus

- Romance Mods -

Bed Cuddle | Cute Romance | More Kisses

Kiss-n-Grind & Passionate Gifts

- all my favorite Mods & Tutorials for a better game -

Thank you to all the talented and wonderful CC & Mod Creators for improve my game <3

#the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 mods #ts4 gameplay #ts4 overrides #ts4 cc finds

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boundinparchment · 5 months

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Dream a Little Dream of Me - LIII

Celestia had a cruel sense of humor. He knew this, even before his days as a student. But to be given a soulmate? Now, when he openly blasphemed against the cursed island in the sky? He would outlive you and the dreadful fated bond that haunted your shared dreams. There was little point in this. He could at least put a Vision to good use. People were nothing but disappointments. He had no use for you. Until you pulled the bow across your instrument and awoke a part of him long buried by self-hatred and arrogance. Soulmate AU; Il Dottore/Female reader w/ established personality and backstory. Slow burn. Lore and world speculation and interpretation within; follows canon story where possible. Fic is rated explicit; MDNI. Mind the tags. Chapter on AO3 here.

With your first draft finished in its entirety, you delved into edits and adjustments as rehearsals picked up. At times, you wished you had the talent for brass instruments and percussion if only to spare the sections from the agony of enduring minute changes that stemmed from a small voice of uncertainty. It was not the way it should have been done (especially with such a tight schedule) but there was little choice.

The Tsaritsa offered up a challenge and you could not back out now.

Doubly so when, one day, a box arrived with your name on it with fabric samples and an appointment card with the Archon’s own seamstress.

Thankfully, the fitting and sketching was already behind you and you only needed to manage a final session. You couldn’t afford the distractions.

Even if it was shaping up to be a perfect dress.

The offer for assistance from the Tsaritsa went well beyond your outfit. You returned to your rooms before dinner one day to find a handmaiden and a private guard being interrogated by Zandik; behind them, several open velvet boxes with jewels and precious metals spilling out across your coffee table. Said boxes were packed up before you could even put your things down.

Zandik knew your question, in the way one knew how their lover took their tea. There laid the fulcrum that balanced you ever since you awoke: you were synced, whether you were cognizant of it or not.

“Her generosity is kind but it is not her place to decide what jewels you wear. I will not have you weighed down by additional…expectations,” he said when you settled in.

You nodded, appreciative of his lack of further explanation; you would have done the same, been protective of his time and energy.

It was one thing for the Tsaritsa to help with your dress when you had never been to an event of this scale before (and certainly never in such a capacity, attending alongside a high-ranking official and composing the opening music). While accessories might fall under the purview of your evening attire, they came at a cost that only raised the stakes. And you already had enough to lose.

“What, would she ask for our first-born child if I accepted that collar of aquamarines, Zandik?” you teased as you leafed through recent correspondence.

When you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, mask absent, you couldn’t help but smile at the pink that tinted his ears. He had been in the middle of removing his own mask and his crimson eyes lingered on your form, brow twitching.

Between your own career and Zandik’s position, both as a diplomat and the one responsible for finding a means to unite the Descender remains to confront Celestia, it was difficult to ascertain anything past the notion of surviving whatever fallout would occur.

And while one could account for possibilities, Zandik often said, one must be prepared for the most logical ones.

“She might. Or she might ask for you if she were dissatisfied in the progress with Celestia.”

His eyes locked on yours and the pink only grew worse. It reached his cheeks before he grimaced slightly, tugging at his cravat as he walked away towards the bedroom. He paused as if contemplating, and then looked over his shoulder, expression softer.

“Either one I would prefer to never experience. Best to return all unexpected packages until further notice.”

The future wasn’t something you often joked about, really discussed outside of immediate goals. Some days it never felt quite within reach, amorphous and haunting, trailing behind you like a shadow at sunset. Other moments, like now, it was tangible, found in carefully written notes and shared glances and laughs.

Accessible only in this room, this little bubble of your own making.

If there was a sole benefit to visiting Northland Bank to meet with Lord Pantalone, rather than at the Palace, it was that the building was on the way to rehearsals.

You waited in the private guest area, tea untouched and cloak falling around you like a protective shroud. Despite your guard, you had little reason to trust anything served to you in the Regrator’s domain ever since your last encounter. Not to mention, you weren’t thirsty and would find better tea waiting for you at the performance hall, brewed under supervision.

The pair of double doors opened, a black hand hovering on the knob as its owner turned back to speak. All you caught was mention of someone being unable to join for the foreseeable future, the voice distinctly feminine and with a familiar Fontainian lilt.

You angled your head slightly to get a better glimpse. Black and white hair, arranged over her face like the wings of a bird, white tailcoat with a shining red brooch. Eyes that, instead of pupils, were marked by red eyes met yours.

The one who came and pulled Columbina away, so long ago. Your stomach sank. The last thing she ever said to you rang in your ears as you bowed and received the gesture in return.

Something you were still getting used to and you doubt you ever would entirely.

“How good to see you again, maestra. I often hear you but never see you. Surely our Doctor is not attempting to keep you from the world?”

“No, my lord; if anything, he ensures I see more of it,” you extended a hand out of the confines of your cloak, palm up, as you gestured to her presence as a case-in-point. “Congratulations on your success.”

“It doesn’t come close to that of your companion’s but at least I didn’t need two of me to accomplish it.”

The words felt like fine sandpaper across your skin; only abrasive in their smaller details. Such sentiments were not unfamiliar, both in your new home and from your previous experiences.

“There were two Gnoses. His approach simply allowed him to go after both.”

“And yet an argument has been made from several parties that your presence is the true success. It isn’t every day the Doctor leaves and returns with company that is essentially equal to him, shares his quarters, has audiences with Her Majesty.”

You trained your eyes on the Knave. She knew, all those months ago, that you were far more skilled with another instrument. It did not take a carefully discerning ear to notice it, granted, but the thought teased your brain more often than you wished it did.

Soon enough, the truth would spill out anyway just by sheer proximity and educated guesses.

“And what side do you usually take, my lord?” you replied, tilting your head with a small smile.

“That it’s about time the deranged scientist pulled himself out of his lab every once in a while,” Arlecchino replied, lips quirked as she pressed a sharp nail to her lips.

The door behind her opened and before the topic could continue, the Knave crossed her arms, hands cradling her elbows. Pantalone loomed behind her, golden eyes narrowed behind his glasses.

“I would be honored if you would join me for tea next week, if you’re available, maestra,” Arlecchino said. “While many parts of Snezhnayan culture and social structure are similar enough, I’m sure you feel the sense of…isolation that comes with the adjustment. One fellow Fontainian to another. And I would be remiss if you were not filled in on other details regarding the events that transpired during my visit.”

She turned her head over her shoulder and regarded the other Harbinger. “Regrator.”

“The steps outside are slippery. Do be careful, Arlecchino.”

The honeyed tone did nothing to diffuse the moment and you kept your expression neutral. From what you recalled, Arlecchino was the one of higher rank and therefore held the most authority. But by attempting to extend an olive branch, or the appearance of one, to get the final word, Pantalone attempted to usurp even the subtle social differences.

Pantalone’s eyes closed when he turned his head back to you and received that sickeningly sweet smile. All you were here for was to provide an update on your progress. Not everything could be summarized easily within a written report and Pantalone did prefer a hands-on approach to his event planning.

“Do come in, maestra. I doubt this will take long.”

Over the next couple of weeks, you continued to refine each section’s part during lessons, smoothing out player mistakes with the finished composition. You were learning how it sounded piece by piece, understanding how each fit within the whole during a weekly group practice.

Some days, you preferred to think your perspective and experience being in the chairs helped, that it lent itself to an understanding between all of you. It got you through the moments of frustration, of nerves snapping, of personal sentiments laid bare. An inevitability. Working so closely with this many people, no one was alike.

A rare few were more than happy to tell you off and walk away. You let them. They always came back and occasionally were willing to talk afterwards. You heard of stories of the House of the Hearth, parents with sharp tongues and deep pockets, twisted versions of the Heavenly Principle that made your blood curdle. Fontaine had been terrible but there was a purposeful cruelty to what they recounted.

Passion and skill made for good performances but did not mean a willing presence.

More than once, you caught spines straightening at Pantalone’s unexpected presence every so often. For a Harbinger of the lowest rank you ever interacted with, he seemed to carry fear itself in his walking stick.

It was a balance, one you weren’t sure if you liked, but one you knew how to navigate.

Columbina was the only other Harbinger to occasionally come by or accompany you in a capacity that was not meant to terrify (or so she claimed). She would dance in the center aisle by herself while you conducted, her hair trailing behind her and her limbs moving in ways that made you recall the most avant garde dance instructors in Fontaine. You didn’t see it as a distraction; in fact, it made for good practice for those who were strictly used to stage performance, where they did not have a moving environment.

Today was one of those frustrating days. You could see it on everyone’s faces, in the way some stretched their fingers and rolled their necks.

The Third was, instead of in the aisle, hovering near you towards the front of the stage. You were briefly aware of her shuffling papers around at the table you used for your things. She was generally unable to sit still, like a bird next to an open window, or a loose piece of paper waiting to be caught by the wind. As you started the movement and gestured for the first note and then the second, the movements for the time signature so ingrained in you that you no doubt did them in your sleep, you listened for the progression of instruments, the depth and fullness growing with every bar.

The brass kept the rhythm more than the percussion, the woodwinds were light and lilting. You swore you were hearing an echo of a harmony, timed perfectly. But you hadn’t written one, not there.

Where was that strange sound coming from? It sounded like it was coming from your left…

Thankful for the wide peripheral vision, you glanced at Columbina to find her mouth open, chest rising sharply as she inhaled. She was perfectly on key, weaving her notes in-between the bouncing one-two-three as if she herself was dancing. You continued conducting, listening for any inconsistencies, only to find everyone remained on beat and on key, undeterred by the addition. A rich melancholy filled the air and when you finally closed out the last bar, the silence hung, a welcome companion.

There had been something missing, hadn’t there? You’d written most of the waltz in a minor key, befitting of a land that always seemed to feel a little off in its love or lackthereof. But parts of it felt hollow, incomplete.

You hadn’t noticed until Columbina joined in and you were thankful for her presence. It only made sense to have a few vocals. A unique, unsettling sound, reflective of the Tsaritsa’s Will…

A smile crept over your lips as you rolled the conducting baton between your fingers.

“Could you do that again, Damselette? Center stage and a little more vibrato this time?”

She didn’t move immediately, throwing you an enigmatic twitch of the mouth.

“With pleasure.”

#dottore #il dottore #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #fic: dream a little dream of me #dottore x female reader #il dottore x female reader #soulmate au #dottore/reader #dottore/female reader

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wordbunch · 1 year

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Elves comforting you

a/n: wifey @queenmeriadoc requested “how elves comfort you when you’re missing your family” and I tried my best to deliver! you know the drill - lemme know how you liked it, reblogs and comments are extremely appreciated and the ask box is open 😊💖 i’m excited/nervous bc it was my first time writing for most of these characters! 👀

INCLUDES: Galadriel, Arondir, Elrond, Celebrimbor, Gil-galad

(Elrond and Galadriel can count both as LOTR and TROP versions, ig?)

GALADRIEL:

absolutely understands you because she was parted from many of her family members and close people

asks you whether you want to talk about something, you want advice or you just want her to distract you somehow

she will offer a shoulder to cry on if you need that

she will run her fingers through your hair

also she will pamper you the whole evening to try and chase the sadness away because she loves to take action as much as she can, especially when it comes to someone she loves deeply

she will bring you your favorite food or some magically calming herbal tea, run you a bath full of flowers and scented salts and all those fancy things

ARONDIR:

he is a great listener and you know you can open up to him about your sadness and nostalgia

you can see in his eyes that he is deeply empathetic

he will gently cradle your face in his hands and wipe away any tears that might appear

in order to cheer you up, he suggests a walk, because sunshine and fresh air always seem to work for him

the walk ends up being a hunt for the most beautiful flowers that he wants to pick for you

so gradually your tears turn to smiles and you end up walking back home together with a bunch of flowers in your arms and his strong arms around your shoulders

ELROND:

oh he completely understands how you feel and he literally tears up a bit when he sees that you’re sad

he will talk you through your feelings and try his best to advise you, but he knows that it can only help so much

his touch is feather light as he takes you to your quarters and he knows you well enough to know the best medicine for your sadness - a cuddle session

he will fiddle with your hair as you two talk, he will be the big spoon if you want him to, eventually he will pepper kisses onto any available area of your skin

if you drift away to sleep, he will still be there and hold you until you wake up, feeling a bit less sad

CELEBRIMBOR:

he doesn’t need to ask “is something wrong”, he can immediately ask “WHAT is wrong” because he can read you that well

he will definitely hold your hands and squeeze them in support while you’re spilling the contents of your heart out

if your family doesn’t live too far away, he will ask whether you want him to accompany you on a trip to them

if that isn’t an option for whatever reason, he is definitely taking you on a “trip” to the forge - he knows you like to watch him work so it will be a nice distraction to you

also maybe he will make you a little something special, suited just to your taste, like a hair accessory, to cheer you up even more

either way he won’t give up until he makes you smile

GIL-GALAD:

while you’re alone and pondering your feelings, he sneaks up behind you and envelops you in a warm hug

he will inquire about your thoughts and emotions in a comforting low voice - he knows exactly how to get you talking

he will immediately suggests going to visit your family if possible

but until then, he will make sure to have your favorite food made for you

and he will dance with you to nonexistent music, maybe hum a tune

and spin you around the biggest hall until your laughter starts echoing around it

also soft kisses are a must

✨ taglist my beloved ✨ @lotrnonsense @starlady66 @queenmeriadoc @entishramblings @thesolarangel @silversword7000 @friendofthefellowshipsnerdblog @averys-place @valkyriepirate @emmaarenstarr @noldorinpainter @asianbutnotjapanese @adamgetawaydriver @fenharel-enaste @ironmandeficiency @starryeyedrogue @dinofromspac3

#Elrond x reader #Galadriel x reader #celebrimbor x reader #Gil-galad x reader #Arondir x reader #trop imagine #Rings of power #Lord of the rings #Lotr imagine #the rings of power imagine #Lotr #the rings of power x reader #from my pocketses

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