#she's so enamored with Rose and I could never be as beautiful as her :(

[romanoffsbish]

Hear Me Out

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Natasha develops a bit of a crush on Shield’s interpreter, and it just so happens that her best friend, Clint, has an in with the woman for her….

A/N: I actually minored in Deaf Studies in college, and that little end bit with Natasha is based on an actual mistake I made in my class lmao.

Cheese / Movie | Sorry / Please | Bad / Bitch

W/C: 3,788

"Why am I here again?" Clint grumbled as he sidled himself up to Natasha as she stood just off stage. "Because, Steve is off on a mission and there's no way I was doing this alone."

Clint rolled his eyes as he saw his best friends smirk grow while watching the stage, she was taunting him for being so easy to manipulate.

"Next time you call, I'm sending you straight to voicemail." Natasha shrugged, "I'll call Laura."

Clint was about to rebut her threat, but then he was caught off guard by seeing you on stage.

"Why's Y/N here?"

Natasha followed his gaze to your face, and her heart momentarily stopped. Y/N... Now she knew your name, and yet it wasn't enough.

——

It had been months since she first noticed you, she was instantly drawn to your beauty, but due to the nature of your connected jobs she felt it would be unprofessional to approach. With every passing event though she felt as her resolve was steadily crumbling, especially since you flashed her a gorgeous smile in passing at the last one. She damn near swooped you then.

"You know her?"

Clint smiled, "She's my Shield appointed interpreter, she bridges the gap between me and others in my situation while also teaching the family and I ASL." His smile dropped into a frown the more he thought about the situation. "Does she do every Avengers press release?"

"Mostly," Natasha replied with understanding in her tone. "Leave it to Fury to double dip."

"Now I feel bad that she spends every Monday to Wednesday with me." Natasha interrupted, "Oh wow, poor girl." Clint shoulder bumped her then went on, "Then she's at the farm every other weekend." Natasha frowned, in part because she didn't know if you could be trusted, but also, because she was jealous.

"Don't worry, I vetted her myself, she's clean."

Natasha's shoulders lost their tenseness, but she still kept a scowl as she realized she had always had an in with you. But since Clint was primarily retired she'd been left out of the loop with just how often she'd been on missions.

"She's single," he teased, Natasha could never hide her feelings from him. "That's cool," but she would be damned if she wouldn't try.

He sighed, ready to give her a little pep talk, but then the crowd roared with applause and he saw you were carefully descending the stage.

"Y/N!" Natasha glared at him, but fortunately you didn't catch it as you happily trotted over. You smiled, but only waved in greeting.

"I wanted to introduce you to my friend, Nat."

"Natasha," the redhead cooly corrected.

You titled your head, and furrowed your brows. Natasha watched in amusement when Clint knowingly huffed as he watched you. With your pointer finger you tapped your chest, then rose it to flick at the sky while shaking your head.

You understood him just fine...

Clint rolled his eyes, then did his very best to sign his introduction once more. Your eyes lit up at his improvements, and Natasha watched the older mans eyes also beaming with pride. She was certain she needed to know you now, because the old man was as a certified grump, but you still managed to make him smile.

"I'm Y/N," you finally spoke, and the redhead nearly fell to her knees at your voice. You had extended your hand out in greeting, but she was too enamored by you as a whole. So, you awkwardly cleared your throat while going to pull it away but she latched on just in time.

"Natasha," she finally offered her name, even though you knew it from not only Clint's intro, but also because you worked for her boss.

"I know," you giggled, and allowed her to keep holding onto your hand well beyond the shake. "You're kind of who I was defending on stage."

The redhead blushed and Clint was speechless.

"Right," she chuckled, and felt her entire body warm from embarrassment. Then, you gently squeezed her hand and she realized she had yet to let it go. Which only made her feel hotter.

The redhead dropped it, and if she wasn't so mortified by her horrible game she'd have seen the way you momentarily frowned at the loss.

"It's lovely to finally meet you Natasha, Clinton here has told me so much about you." You ratted the old man out for his gossiping. Nat narrowed her eyes at the man, curious on his intentions to have ever mentioned her to you.

"Don't worry, it's nothing too bad," you teased her and she met your eyes to see the honesty. "I'd stick around and get to know you myself, but unfortunately I have to meet with Fury, and sign yet another NDA since agents can't seem to keep their mouths shut around me."

"I'm sure Fury can wait," Natasha blurted, and that shocked all three of you. Clint smirked, Natasha's gaze fell to the ground, and you couldn't stop smiling thinking about how she wanted you to stay. The hand holding, and blush were not enough to convince you that the attraction was mutual, but now, you grew sure.

"He very well could," you theorized playfully, and the redhead looked to you with a smile. "But we all know that it's a bad idea to keep the director waiting. Then he'd be faced with the realization that his busy schedule is a facade."

The best friend duo laughed, both innately aware of the truth in your words. Fury spent his days doing a whole lot of nothing while the rest of them actually did the bulk of it all.

"I'm sure I'll see you around," you spoke again, the hopeful tone not being missed by them. Natasha nodded, about to reply, then her voice stalled in her throat as your finger grazed on over her warm cheek to collect an eyelash.

"Make a wish," you'd commanded playfully, and the redhead didn't question your childish behavior. She simply closed her eyes, wished for you, then blew the curl off your fingertip.

"What did you wish for?" Clint asked, and you watched the woman grow tense. "She can't say Clint, or else it won't come true." Natasha's eyes flitted back to you, and her body calmed. "Exactly, if you knew what's best for you, you would listen to the pretty woman Barton."

You gasped at her words, and nearly lost all of your composure, making Natasha slyly smirk.

"I'll see you this weekend," you'd signed to Clint, then left with a nervous smile and wave.

"Don't even," Natasha threatened through gritted teeth, and Clint laughed wildly. "Oh, Laura is going to be so ecstatic at the news."

Natasha left the man in the dust, literally, she drove off in her Corvette just as he made it and left him without a way back to the compound. Nevertheless, he continued to smile over the interaction as he walked back. He got into his car and left towards home, not even saying goodbye to the dramatic, fuming redhead.

He knew that he would be seeing her soon...

—

"Y/N!" You caught the little girl with ease as she ran down the familiar steps of her home. Lila began to ramble incessantly about her week, knowing the rules of silence affected her just as soon as the door was closed behind you.

You always took your time with entering just for her sake. The rules were important, it was the only real way any of them would adapt to the changes that came with Clint's steadily declining hearing. Immersive practices were truly the best when learning a new language.

"Ooh, and Nate got in so much trouble yesterday, because he flushed my dolls head down the toilet. Dad was so mad! Oh, and..."

Just as you went to open the creaky door you heard the slamming of a metal one behind you. Before you could even turn to inspect who it could be you got your answer as the little girl shimmied out of your arms and shrieked.

"Auntie Nat!"

Your entire body warmed when you turned to see her catch the girl just the same as you did. It was a bit soon to picture it, but you couldn't stop your mind from wandering off to thoughts of her maybe one day catching your own kids.

Neither of you had even confessed your crush's and here you were seeing wedding bells; always doomed to be the hopeless romantic it seems.

Little did you know Natasha felt the same way when she watched you with Lila from her car. For a brief moment she was jealous that the little girl looked so happy with you, that was her precious Lila-Bear after all, but then her heart skipped in realization that you'd already won all of the people that mattered over.

Except for Yelena, but she'd likely save that encounter for years down the line if she could. The last thing she needed was for the blonde to run you off before she ever got a real chance.

Turns out you already knew Wanda too, her other bestie, you'd been there for her after a bombing led her to a hearing scare. When Nat mentioned you last night the witch squealed, and begged her not to fuck this opportunity up.

Natasha had scoffed, acting nonchalantly about the possibility of a future, but her heart racing was a sign to the witch that she wanted it bad.

Once the redhead was stood before you it was like your mind was catching up to the moment. Natasha's hand fell to your shoulder, and offered you a bright smile. "We meet again."

"It's almost as if you planned this," you teased and she glared defensively. "It was my weekend off, it is only a coincidence that you're here."

"Oh," you chuckled awkwardly, completely thrown by the sudden change in demeanor. "Well, I'll make sure I stay out of your way."

Natasha internally slapped herself, she had no reason to be upset, but she was embarrassed by your ability to understand why she was here.

"You're bad at this Auntie Nat," Lila noted, then dropped down to follow you back inside.

"Y/N, wait." Natasha tried, but she was met instead with Nate glaring up at her with his tiny finger to his lips. He was shushing her.

Next to greet her was Laura, who pulled her in for a hug and whispered, "Welcome to the dome of silence, you can undo your blunder later—start by not being so defensive."

Natasha rubbed her eyes, and cursed under her breath in her mother tongue, only to be shushed once again by a smirking Clint.

Before she could retaliate (pummel the man) you'd flipped the power off, then on a few times to signal to the Barton's that it was time for congregating in silence. Natasha followed, and took a seat in the far off corner to observe the ways in which you taught the lot of them ASL.

It was amusing from the very start, she could see just why the wary kids loved you so much. The language was something you held respect for in your soul, but you also knew kids needed fun to focus. So, you almost found a way to make it a game of charades when the topics allowed you to. Clint and Laura worked out of a workbook for the most part, it was more like you were a tutor that sidelined as a babysitter.

Natasha watched your face, and how you were emoting so clearly. Every sign came with an expression, something you wouldn't see much of in spoken languages as inflection worked wonders to let others know your moods. In this instance she realized it was you setting a tone.

Today you were teaching them a handful of new words, and using clear feelings to do so.

You'd started with— "I feel," and signed cold, which you dramatized as you wrapped a scarf around your neck before lifting your bent arms in front of you, and shivered. Even Natasha had figured the word out, but that wasn't the answer, because as you saw the kids sign "I understand," you went on to sign "Why?"

Lila giddily raised her hand, body squirming in her seat as she quickly finger-spelled S-N-O-W.

You smiled wide, and signed good before you took your hands and imitated snow fall, your fingers fluttered as you swayed your hands down, then you pointed to your pointer finger, and the kids knew you wanted another word.

Cooper finger-spelled R-A-I-N, and you pursed your lips. Your hand took the shape of a Y, then moved from side to side, then your brow raised as your pointer fingers gently touched before separating fast. A quick way to say they were similar signs, but different in the same breath. Then you signed it and urged them for more.

Natasha already knew the alphabet, and with her spy training she missed nothing so she actually followed along rather easily with you. The widow quite enjoyed learning along with the kids, the words were relatively meaningless to her, but every word was necessary to life.

What really caught her attention was the little boy who'd shushed her earlier using his voice.

Nate was too young to engage in your playful immersive ways like the other two as he hadn't known how to spell yet. So you'd offer him photos after his siblings would spell out their guesses, and he would always get to shout the correct answer to you. To which you'd nod, wink at the older kids, then remind him to keep his lips zipped after as he hung off your back.

Nate snickered when your eyes bulged as you pulled the invisible zipper across your face. His imagination allowed him to believe that your lips were to some extent being zipped shut.

When you moved on to let the kids get ready for bed, you'd focused in on the parental unit.

Natasha gratefully caught your attention just before you settled into a conversation. Your face was rather solemn, and she cringed at the lack of your usual smile—she'd already grown obsessed with the simple gesture of yours.

She offered you a simple smile, and signed I'm sorry, or at least she thought she did, but really she said please and you took it as an apology. You'd merely winked and threw a thumbs up, your version of a rushed "it's okay," before you shifted to face an impatient (eager) Laura.

You were never actually offended by her earlier outburst, you actually found it quite funny.

Laura signed the lesson with you as if she had already known the material before you ever arrived. Part of you thinks she had the book and read ahead to show off, but the other part of you knew just by a glance she was brilliant.

Once you felt satisfied you nodded at her, and she traipsed off upstairs to help the kids finish up their bedtime routines. Then came your time with the struggling Archer, whom of which was the reason for these sorts of visits.

This is when Natasha's attention fell to her phone, you were no longer being silly, and truth be told she felt she needed to do some studying of her own to win your heart over.

Clint held up to your challenges, he signed with a sort of choppy elegance that matched him. Sometimes his signs would be angled wrong, and you would freeze the moment to remind him that sometimes a mistake like that could get him a black eye. For instance, bitch and bad were not too similar, but if you blinked it could be misconstrued, and somehow Clint found a way to confuse them often enough for you to need warn him. Not that he, an actual Avenger, had too much to worry much about.

Any Deaf person would be able to understand his flukes, but you feared he'd still get a stern scolding from the wrong person in a crowd.

Something you knew he'd take with a scowl.

After a half hour with the grumpy man you'd told him he was free to go. He literally jumped up, and lifted you into a grateful embrace as he spoke in a huff, "Fucking finally, I am tired."

"Language!" Laura and Natasha parroted Steve's infamous, inside joke, it spread around Shield so much that even you understood it.

The freshly cleaned up kids all ran into your body in some capacity, Lila smashed her chin into your stomach and pouted up at you. "Don't go?" You ruffled the little girls damp hair and smiled sadly at her. "I'll be back Lila, you guys won't even have a chance to miss me."

"I miss you all the time," Nate corrected you. Cooper jumped in next, pouting just the same, "You're like the coolest adult we know Y/N!"

Natasha scoffed, "I thought that was me!"

Cooper shrugged, and the other kids giggled. "You're our favorite Auntie, deal with it."

"Yeah Natasha, deal with it," you teased her with that pretty grin of yours just before you turned around to give each kid a final hug.

Natasha watched with an adoring smile, her eyes swirling with joy, and a twinge of hope. Clint caught her, and sent a teasing wink her way, but even that didn't stop her from gazing.

"Alright, it was lovely to see you again Y/N, please don't be a stranger," she winked at Natasha while hugging you tightly. "Get home safely please darling, obey the traffic laws."

Clint laughed, "Way to be a mom honey." He gulped as she glared, then patted you on the shoulder quickly before racing off after her to apologize, and help her settle the kids down.

The room was abruptly quiet again, and even with the palpable tension, it wasn't that bad. You moved around the room collecting your materials while Nat quietly observed you, she was building up her courage to approach you before you could leave the house completely.

Natasha politely tapped you on the arm, and you turned your head to peer over your shoulder to see her nervous smile. She swirled her hand about, you got the message and turned to face her fully, you nodded to confirm your full attention was hers so she lifted her hands to attempt to ask you out on a date.

Natasha shakily pointed at you, then back to herself to essentially say "You and me". She had no idea how to really do this, so she kept her Google search for signs at a minimum. The next thing she did was point her fingers out in the distance, something you understood easily.

The tricky part came when she put her hands together, the redhead tried her hardest to ask you to go to the movies with her, but she missed the mark by a simple position of hands. 

"Sure, brie or cheddar?" Natasha blinked in confusion, her hands fell in defeat, and she looked completely disheartened. "What?"

"You just asked me to go to cheese with you."

"Oh my god," she groaned, her reddening face covered by her hands in an instant, but you didn't let her steep in her shame. Much like the first meeting you had her hands in yours, and you squeezed them in hopes of comforting her. Judging by the way her eyes glimmered you knew she was grateful for the gesture.

“Of course I’ll go to the movies with you.”

“You understood but still did that?”

You chuckled, “It was too easy not to.” The redhead dropped your hand then softly nudged your shoulder, “You are really such a tease.”

“Just wait for the date,” you winked, and the woman felt her body warm at the implications.

"Let me know when, and I'll meet you there?" Natasha frowned as she shook her head with absolute urgency. "No, I want to pick you up if that's alright, we can get dinner together first."

"Then pick me up next Friday at seven Nat," you leaned in and placed a sweet kiss to her raised cheek and tried to hide your grin at the blooming warmth felt just beneath your lips. Then you got into your car, and she hung into the window instantly to keep you a little longer.

"I'll need your number krasivaya," her tone was even raspier when she spoke in her mother tongue and she could see by the widening of your eyes that she had an upper-hand here. "It'll be hard to get in touch without it detka."

With a steady as can be hand you slid your phone into hers, allowing her to send herself a text message. As you took your phone back you saw she'd sent herself a selfie, you narrowed your eyes, and she shrugged. "I need a contact photo, and didn't really want to wait."

"So you invaded my privacy instead?" You teased the woman, no bite at all behind your words, so she once again shrugged. "You're very beautiful Y/N, you can't blame me right? It's honestly a shame I hadn't met you earlier."

"You know, you had ample opportunity," you giggled, and softly pushed her out of the car. "But you needed your best friends help."

"Hey...."

"Goodnight Natasha, I expect a gorgeous selfie in return, you know, for your contact." You winked knowingly before revving your engine and taking your leave only seconds later.

"That woman is going to actually kill me." The redhead held her hand over her racing heart as you drove away, it wasn't until your car was the size of an ant that it had begun to settle down.

"Jeez Nat, you're whipped!" Natasha turned to Clint with a tilted head, a move of Wanda's, while wearing her signature sideways smirk. Her narrowed eyes alone spoke of danger, but then her fingers formed the shape of L's, and she linked them and pulled them like a trigger.

Her research expanded beyond your wooing to include the torment of her dearest old friend.

Clint knew better than to ignore her threats, and took off in an instant... Natasha's laughter echoed in the dark fields, and mocked the man.

"I can't wait to have someone to complain about those two with," Laura chuckled to herself as she settled onto the porch swing with a glass of wine at the ready to help her unwind.

"Godspeed to Y/N though, that poor girl hasn’t a single clue what she is in for."

——

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[the-ferocious-kittyrose]

Hazbin Hotel Ep1 Rewrite

Okay, let’s get the shit I like first out of the way. Animation? Beautiful. Art style? Iconic. Music? Pops off.

Okay, now the fun part…

First let me just say, I adore biblical lore. So when I see something changed from the og lore, where I think the og was more interesting, I cannot let it go.

(I’m gonna focus on the Charlie storyline in the episode)

1. The Backstory

Let’s start with the first scene, the backstory of Lucifer and Lilith. In the show, they got some of the timeline and motivations wrong. I understand that the story is sugar coated, but hear me out.

“Once upon a time, there was a dazzling kingdom protected by golden gates, known as Heaven. Home to beings of pure light. Angels that worshiped good and lived in peace and harmony under the rule of God. The most beautiful of the Angels was Lucifer. He was a dreamer, with fantastical ideas for all creation. But he was restricted by God and the elders of Heaven, for they felt his way of thinking was dangerous to the order of their world.

Outraged by this injustice, Lucifer gathered an army of Angels, and declared war on the kingdom of Heaven. The battle raged on for centuries, but in the end, Heaven reigned victorious. As punishment for their betrayal, Lucifer and his army were cast out of Heaven. Banished to a crumbling wasteland, where the light of God could not reach. But Lucifer would not wallow in failure. From the barren landscape he rose a beautiful golden palace, crowned himself king and crafted a plan to share his freedom with God’s newest creation. Humanity.”

(I like to imagine that when Lucifer and his army fell, their wings burned up, leaving scattered feathers everywhere. In order to fly to Eden, Lucifer gathered these burned feathers and turned them into a new pair of wings for himself. They were black, messy, and trailed billowing smoke, but they could fly.)

Now for the Lilith part of the story. The more popular interpretation of her is that she is the first wife of Adam, but there is another version too, one where she is Adam’s second Wife after Eve. I personally prefer the latter because I can’t see anyone sinning or getting cast out of Edan before Eve eats the apple.

“He approached the garden of Edan in disguise, and offered the forbidden fruit of knowledge to the mother of humanity, Eve, who gladly accepted. But with the gift of knowledge and freedom, came a terrible curse. Evil bleed into the earth, and humanity was infected by darkness and sin.

For her disobedience Eve was cast out of Edan, to the dismay of her love, Adam. To appease him, the Angels crafted him a new bride, Lilith. Lilith was beautiful, with a voice so enchanting even Lucifer was mesmerized, but she was strong willed and refused to be subservient to her new husband. She fled from the garden, and rather than chase her, Adam found the tree of knowledge and bit into the forbidden fruit, so he could follow his true love, and be with her once more.

Lilith wandered, lost and alone, until she was found by Lucifer. Enamored by her beauty and iron will, he gave her his heart and made her his queen.”

Then you have the bit about Lucifer becoming depressed while Lilith thrived in Hell. I hate this! I was looking forward to a demonic Mortica and Gomez, not another Stolas and Stella. Plus, I’ve never been a fan of uwu sad misunderstood Lucifer. He is a complex character, but too often he’s over simplified by people who read Paradise Lost in high school and misinterpreted Lucifer as a tragic anti hero who was treated unfairly by the evil Angels. Lucifer can be tragic, even sympathetic. He can be fun and a caring father. But don’t forget that he is king of Hell. He is the prince of pride. He has an ego the size of east Texas and waged war against God himself.

And let’s not forget that in the show he is the head honcho over a strict cast system that encourages violence, allows the worst of the worst to take power, and leaves the hellborn races at the bottom at a severe disadvantage.

In this rewrite, Lucifer and Lilith essentially switch places, except Lilith isn’t a pathetic push over, she’s an incredibly famous rockstar, who’s always busy and not around often, but still has a bigger role in her daughter’s life than her husband, who’s been mia doing king shit.

And the last thing we hear about in the intro monologue is that the exterminations happens to prevent Hell from rising against them, which while that may be the case, don’t have Charlie say it!!! That realization for her would make the entire hotel superfluous! Charlie has to think that the problem truly is overpopulation.

2. Meeting with Adam

Let’s start with Adam himself. I hate this character. Especially as an adaptation of Adam. Yes, Adam is misogynistic. He expected Lilith to be subservient to him, but he wouldn’t be the frat boy type of misogynist, he’d be the old school chivalrous type. Grandpa style sexism. And shouldn’t the father of humanity care about his descendants? It doesn’t make any sense for him to be an executioner. He should be the leader of the guardian Angels or something.

In this rewrite, Adam is not the leader of the executioners, instead it’s the Angel Dumah. Dumah is the angel over the wicked dead, and he was appointed by God to torment sinners in Hell.

I want him to be an actual intimidating antagonist. He rarely speaks (his name means “silence”) and has many eyes (is described as having a thousand eyes)

As for the exorcists, they are Angels, but not actual dead humans wearing mask. They just look like that. Dumah is described as having tens of thousands of Angels of Destruction at his disposal. That’s what the exorcists are going to be, but instead of thousands, I’ll give him five. They don’t speak and are hardly sentient. They stand on top of the tower like gargoyles, until they “come to life” for the execution.

“But it’s a comedy! Shouldn’t they be funny?” No. It’s all about how characters react to them. The Litch in Adventure Time is a good example of this.

So obviously the meeting goes a lot differently.

Charlie gets a call, looks at the number, and excitedly tells everyone to, “shooooosh!” She takes the call nervously, saying, “yeah! Okay! Yes! Of course! I’ll be right there! Thank you SOOO much!!!” She hangs up and happily tells Vaggie that Dumah requested a meeting with her. Vaggie is nervous and says she should probably go with her, but Charlie says that she’ll be fine and tells her to stay and work on the commercial. She leaves excited that the Angels may finally be taking her seriously.

She makes it to the clock tower’s board room, where Dumah sits silently at the end of the table. Charlie nervously starts to greet him before she realizes they’re not alone. The Angels, Gabriel and Uriel have come from Heaven, for a meeting with Hell’s princess.

Uriel remains professional, politely bowing her head as she greeted Charlie. Gabriel on the other hand, threw his arms out, happily yelling, “Charlotte!!!” He wrapped her in an uncomfortably tight and awkward hug, saying how much she’s grown since he last saw her. He’s like a chill but estranged uncle meeting his now adult niece who he hasn’t seen since she was a baby and has no memory of him whatsoever.

Uriel watches the whole thing in embarrassment. She tells Charlie that Dumah had contacted them, regarding some, “interesting,” ideas about the extermination.

Charlie starts with her pitch, but Gabriel insists that they should take some time to catch up first. He claps his hands and summons plates of food for everyone. When we cut back to them, Gabriel is in the middle of telling the story about almost getting his ass kicked by Joseph when he told him his virgin wife was pregnant.

Uriel cuts him off, saying she doesn’t need to hear this story for the eighth millionth time. She turns to Charlie, exasperated, and tells her to get on with the pitch.

Charlie says that she has a potential solution for the over population problem in Hell. Uriel, Gabriel, and Dumah look at her blankly. Gabriel asks, “overpopulation?”

Charlie goes on to explain that she knows overpopulation is a big problem, but 275 sinners were executed this year alone and she just can’t stand to watch her people be slaughtered anymore.

Uriel asks if she’s suggesting an alternative, and Charlie very excitedly pitches her idea for the hotel. Uriel and Gabriel wear a matching “wtf” face and look back and forth at eachother like, “does this girl know what she’s suggesting?”

As Charlie is finishing, Uriel is visibly annoyed. She interrupts Charlie, complaining that this is ridiculous and has all been a massive waste of time as she stands up to leave. Charlie tries to stop her, saying, “please, you don’t understand.”

Uriel snaps back, “no, you don’t understand! They had their chance in life and they earned damnation.”

Charlie responds, “you're wrong. Sinners made mistakes, sure, but everyone makes mistakes.”

Uriel pinches the bridge of her nose (or where a nose would be on a person) “a mistake happens once. It’s an accident, an error in judgment due to naivety. Of course mistakes can be forgiven, but we’re not talking about mistakes, are we? These sinners had a choice, and they chose to live in sin.”

“A choice they now regret!” Charlie defends.

“It takes a lot more than regret to be forgiven.” Uriel says coldly. “It takes remorse.”

Gabriel chimes in, “she has a point, Charlie. It’s easy to make someone regret their actions, but to have them feel true selfless remorse, that is much more difficult.”

Charlie furrows her brow and starts to look defeated.

“But perhaps not impossible.”

Charlie beams with excitement. Gabriel explains that this is a big decision, too big to be made right now, but if she can successfully redeem one demon, they will allow her to come to heaven and pitch her idea to the entire Angelic court. Uriel tries to argue, but Gabriel just says they’ll discuss it later. Charlie gives him a tight hug before he and Uriel disappear.

As she turns to leave, Dumah puts his hand on her shoulder. This is the first time he’s moved in the entire scene. He stares at her coldly and says, “the only reason you’re here is your father has spared you from the executioner’s blade. If I had my way. Each and every one of you would be slaughtered.”

Charlie stares up at him. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

For context, part of the reason Gabriel and Uriel were initially confused by Charlie’s proposal is because they know that Lucifer is trying to keep Hell’s population as high as possible, in preparation for the second war with heaven. That’s why he and the other princes of hell work to manipulate humanity and temp them towards sin (i.e. succubi and incubi). That’s why he arranges marriages between powerful demons to make powerful demon children (i.e. Stolas and Stella). He needs as many demons possible for his army if he’s gonna have a chance at winning. So obviously, sending sinners to heaven, aka the opposing force, is the LAST thing Lucifer would want.

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[meiiuka]

danganronpa v3— how they’d react to you giving them flowers as your s/o:

category: short read, reaction, lighthearted

Shuichi Saihara:

• "aww, those flowers are beautiful, i'm glad you could get something nice for yourself! ... WHAT DO YOU MEAN THOSE ARE FOR ME?-" his cheeks flush a deep magenta as he lunges to embrace you, nuzzling his face into your shoulder

Kaede Akamatsu:

• "ah..! these are my favorite!! with how well you know me, you have me fully convinced that we're soulmates" (all flowers are her "favorite") but she's SO bubbly and excited, she pulls you towards her for the kind of kisses you can feel giggles between

Maki Harukawa:

• "how sweet.. uh, i actually have a gift for you.. too..." she has flowers for you too, somehow??? did she pull these from outside or did she buy them from a professional florist? who knows, but she won't take them unless you take hers

Rantaro Amami:

• "wow, where did you get these?? they're gorgeous flowers, but never as gorgeous as you darling" he looks down at the flowers, smiling coyly with closed lips, then looks up at you with the same enamored eyes

Kokichi Ouma:

• "ooh pretty things..! i mean, they smell nice, but can i eat them? pfff what do i even do with these!" he fiddles with the bouquet with a puzzled look, then hands it back to you as a "gift" from him

Kaito Momota:

• "i didn't know i'd love flowers so much until i got them from you, this is sick! i have the best s/o to exist" he bear hugs you tightly, holding you close to his chest with one arm; the other carrying the bouquet

Korekiyo Shinguuji:

• "lovely roses... why thank you, dear. i'll keep these safe and guarded." he brings them close to his chest, before planting a kiss atop your head

Angie Yonaga:

• "thank you atua, for the beautiful flowers you placed in the arms of my sweetheart!!" you tell her you just bought them from the store but she walks away, humming happily to set them down

Miu Iruma:

• "woah, wait, these are the roses i've been wanting for so long... thanks, i guess? ... don't look at me right now!" despite her annoyed tone, there's a massive smile plastered on her face as she tries to avoid eye contact with you

Kirumi Tojo:

• "i... i'm speechless. i'm thankful that you love me so much as to grace me with something so beautiful" she smiles from her eyes and immediately gets to placing it in a glass vase, ensuring its well taken care of

Ryoma Hoshi:

• "huh.. i'm not the 'flowery' type. go return these for some cash and buy yourself something nice instead. you want me to keep these? because you love me.. man. i don't deserve you..." you hold him as he melts in your arms. the expression on his face tells you that he really needs it

Gonta Gokuhara:

• "PRETTY FLOWERS.. for gonta? to keep???" he grabs them with such excitement that one falls from the bundle, plucking one out to give it a strong sniff

Kiibo:

• "i'm not sure if i know what to do with these, but since you're giving them to me, they're special nonetheless. i... appreciate it!" he holds them out in front of him with a solid foot of distance and examines the petals with care

Tenko Chabashira:

• "no way!! this is the nicest thing that's happened to me..." she gasps in awe and holds the flowers with both hands, blushing profusely at the ground to avoid your gaze

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa headcanons #shuichi saihara x reader #kiibo x reader #maki harukawa x reader #rantaro amami x reader #kaede akamatsu x reader #angie yonaga x reader #tenko chabashira x reader #gonta gokuhara x reader #korekiyo shinguuji x reader #ryoma hoshi x reader #miu iruma x reader #danganronpa fluff #danganronpa comfort #kokichi ouma x reader #kirumi tojo x reader

[buggienuggie]

i’ve been wanting to write abt flowers so here’s some w könig

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König who meets the new addition to KorTac, a biochemist. A scientist trained in her own battlefields of chemicals and… plants? A botanist? On his team?

König who would be confused and judgemental at first, who would side eye the measly white coat that hung forgotten in the lunch room seats.

König, the giant, the beast… who would follow the steps of the much shorter woman… at a safe distance… to collect intel of his own on the woman (you know, instead of speaking to her).

König who finds out that the botanist specializes in bioterrorism, bio-weaponry, and… plants.

He becomes frustrated at the increasing amount of plants, of different textures and shapes, that would be found lying around the base. His last straw being almost kissing the floor as he stumbled on a pot outside of his room door.

He'd collect the plant, scooping up the dirt in his hands and placing it back into its pot-home, and drudge his way to her lab. Who (König) wouldn't bother knocking and, disregarding the warning signs of potential hazards and sanitation, would barge his way inside.

König who would stop in his tracks at the endless veil of interconnecting vines covering the walls. Fish bowls filled with strange looking roses, a large fish tank that homed grass a white musk emitting from its roots.

It smelled of fresh morning air in the meadows of Austria. He took a second to breath in, his eyes instinctively closing… for a second he felt the warm sunrise kiss his skin, a tingle going up his chest quickly chased by goosebumps.

It took him a longer second to register that he could no longer breath in and the once warm sun on body became a furious heat that enclasped its burning fingers around his throat. Dropping the pot, he struggled to keep his composure as the air in his lungs was pulled out from his. He dropped to his knees unable to wheeze.

Reader who hears the shattering cluster of pots, anxiety shooting through her veins at the thought of some of her creations breaking and contaminating the air.

Reader who reach’s for her mask, covering the entirety of her nose and mouth, and rushes around the corning of her wall. The sight of her fish tank intake keep her at bay but when she turns her head her eyes bulge and her body flings to the aid of the man before.

Reader who sucks a deep breath before removing her mask, attempting to put it on the man before her before she realized who he was. Her Colonel. She coughs, reaching to pull his mask as far up as he’d let her and clasped the mask on.

Reader who struggles to crawl her way back to her station, the muscles on her legs beginning to tighten.

Reader who grabs the another mask from under her table, this not being the first time one her plants have caused her anguish.

Reader who will later reprimand her Colonel for not following her instructions before coming in. And for break her one successful trial plant in months.

König, who becomes weirdly enamored by her ability to take him down, him, with a simple plant.

And, König who becomes obsessed with her safety. Never, ever, allowing her to go on missions.

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A/N: my bf gave me flowers and they were the most beautiful bouquet ever. ugh. i love them so much and this lil story is inspired by the flowers lol

#könig #könig x reader #cod #flowers #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #colonel könig #fluff #she/her

[patito-oward]

First Night

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WC: 1.6k

Summary: YN and Pato spend their first night together

Previous Parts: I

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Pato had arrived at her house the next night to take her out once again. They went on a series of 6 dates in two weeks, and had become quite enamored with each other in that time. YN was hesitant at first, trying to keep her guard up while she waited for the other shoe to drop, but Pato had wormed his way in. It was hard to not let her walls down and let him in when he was so incredibly sweet.

Their second date Pato picked her up in a rented Toyota Corolla which made YN giggle when she saw it. “You actually rented a car to pick me up in?”

“I’m on my third strike and I couldn't risk it.”

Pato knew when he first saw her that she was special, but never expected to fall as hard and as fast as he had. He had come to expect that he was not seen as “boyfriend material” for most women. He knows his schedule and frequent travel doesn’t scream commitment. He had gotten used to a few dates, maybe a couple hookups, and not much more. He tried to convince himself he was okay with that. That the one night stands were fun and he needed to focus on his career anyways, and he was fulfilled by it. It worked– sometimes.

It worked until he’d watch a cheesy romance movie and think about how much he wanted someone to be by his side, or until he had a kid come up so him at a race, a gap in their front teeth and incredibly excited to meet him, and he realized how much he wanted a family of his own.

So he cut off the hookups, because after each one he would be left with this lasting feeling of emptiness, and he’d stopped going on dates for the most part, accepting that his career has prevented him from what he really wanted. If it hadn’t been for Elba’s incessant nagging, he wouldn’t have gone on the date with YN. He’s never been more thankful to have such an annoying older sister.

He invited YN over so he could cook dinner for her, and he was suddenly very nervous about how the night would go. He had tried to plan the perfect night, decorating his table with a large vase of red roses and candles, but as she got closer to arriving he started to doubt himself and wonder if it was too much. He doesn’t want a repeat of their first date where she was clearly overwhelmed.

Before he could think too much about it or change anything, his doorbell rang, and he decided to just try and make the best of the night. The second he opened the door he felt a lot better, she had that effect on him, just seeing her seemed to lower his heart rate and calm him down. She looked absolutely gorgeous in a pair of dark jeans and a cropped sweater.

“Hi!” She greeted him with the sweetest smile and he realized how utterly gone he was for her.

“Hi, you look beautiful.” He kissed the corner of her mouth, a quick gesture but even that made his stomach flip, and moved aside so she could come in.

She had seen his apartment before, but only briefly when he realized he left his phone after he picked her up, and invited her inside. He could tell she was really taking in the place now, the night time made it seem different, softer, the few lights he had on cast a soft glow through the place.

The timer on his phone went off and he headed towards the oven to take out dinner. He made pasta for the night, and it was in the oven to bake the cheese he topped it with. It was when they reached the kitchen that she took note of the dining table.

“Is it too much? I’m sorry if it is; I just wanted tonight to go perfect and I’ve messed it up already.” He started apologizing without her saying anything.

“It’s gorgeous. I can't believe you set this all up and thought I wouldn’t like it.” YN assures him, and kisses him hard trying to show him all of her gratitude.

“I’m glad you like it.”

Dinner is easy, like most things have become between them. YN has never felt so comfortable with someone, and wants to tell him everything. Pato already wants YN to know the deepest parts of him, he wants to learn her inside and out and vice versa.

The thing they’ve taken to talking to most is their families, and they’ve learned so much about each other through that. They both have one sibiling, their best friend, and they’re both extremely close to their families. In a lot of ways YN reminds him of Elba, when she talks about her younger sister he can tell how much he cares for her. She tells him about how she used to watch her sister frequently while her mom worked two jobs to support them. In a sense he feels like he’s met her sister and mother, the way she describes them he can tell there’s so much love between them.

They’ve completely gone through the getting to know you stage, conversations now filled with stories and deep conversations about fears and the future.

After dinner they settle onto the couch, and are scrolling for something to watch. Pato has a large, comfy sectional, but YN has chosen to curl up right against him. It sends a warmth through him, he can smell the mix of her strawberry shampoo and vanilla perfume, and decides it is his new favorite smell. He wraps his arm around her and she leans on his shoulder.

They scroll through netflix and find a baking show to spend the rest of the night watching. It was less about what they were watching for both of them, and more about just being together; however, they both got quite into the show, enjoying watching the competition and judging the bakers themselves.

As the night went on, YN grew pretty drowsy on the couch, and after an episode ended announced, “I should probably head home soon.”

When she sat up, Pato immediately missed the weight of her against him. “Ok, I guess it is getting pretty late.”

She kissed him then, “Thank you for dinner.”

“I’ll make dinner more often if that’s what it gets me.” She laughs at his response and leans in for another kiss.

The kiss quickly deepens, but it’s soft and slow. YN moves herself to be sitting on his lap, knees bracketing his hips. Up until this point they haven’t done anything other than kissing and heavy petting. Pato desperately wanted to know every inch of YN, but knows that if he does what he has always done the results will always be the same. Plus the teasing has been incredibly hot, and he’s willing to wait for her.

When they pull away from each other they’re both a little breathless. Pato can feel his heartbeat in his throat, and is glad the room is dark because he’s sure there’s a pink tint across his face. He speaks before he can stop himself, “Don’t go.”

YN freezes in her spot perched in his lap, “What?”

“I don’t want you to leave. Stay, I’ll sleep on the couch if you want, we don’t have to do anything, just don’t go.” He’s begging at this point, but he really can’t stand the thought of her leaving him.

“You don’t have to sleep on the couch.” She leans in for another kiss, so soft he almost doesn’t feel it.

He gently coaxes her off his lap and leads her to his room. He grabs them both some pajamas from his dresser. He gives her a pair of sweatpants and an arrow mclaren hoodie, remembering that she’d told him she freezes in the night.

He got out an extra toothbrush for her, and showed her where his face wash and medicine was. While she got ready, he got dressed himself. They switched places when she came out of the bathroom.

As she waited for him she looked around his room, not what she expected, but she didn’t really know what she expected. He had a white comforter and sheets on the bed, with black and copper throw pillows. The furniture is black metal and dark wood, giving an industrial but homey vibe to the room.

He leaves the bathroom and YN takes the opportunity to really sink him in. He’s in a pair of grey sweatpants that make her a little crazy, and a tight white long sleeve that hugs his biceps so perfectly she’s drooling.

They climb into his bed together and YN immediately notices his smell enveloping her. He smells woodsy and warm. YN notices that they both climbed into opposite sides without thinking about it, another way they fit so perfectly together.

Pato lays on his back and YN hesitates before curling into his side. He wraps his arms around her shoulder and she entangles her leg with his and rests her hand on his chest, “Is this ok?” She asks him.

He can’t believe she even has to ask because he’s never been better. “Perfect.”

She starts absentmindedly scratching at his chest, and the last thing she remembers before drifting off is Pato kissing her head and whispering, “Buenas noches.”

That was the first of many nights spent together for YN and Pato. Already fallen for each other much more than either was willing to admit. Their souls as intertwined as their legs.

#pato o'ward #pato o'ward x reader #pato o’ward fanfiction #indy car #pato o’ward imagine #po5

[emira-addams]

Hazbin Hotel - Odette x Velvette - Juliet and Juliet in Hell

Chapter 07: Duette

Slowly, Velvette opened her eyes and turned over onto her other side with a yawn as the light from the blood-red horizon shone warmly through the window pane of the balcony door, blinding her. Velvette blinked drowsily; the pleasant light had woken her up and she lolled contentedly in the soft bed.

A light breeze blew in through the open balcony door. The mild breeze tingled Velvette's face and for a moment she forgot that she was in Hell, her world seemed perfect.

Velvette sat up, stretched her arms and took a sneaky look at Odette, her body buried under the rumpled blankets right next to her. Odette's chest rose and fell gently with the rhythm of even breaths as she slept soundly.

"You really have no idea how awfully adorable you are..." Velvette whispered, watching the sleeping beauty. She cautiously brushed the tousled curls from her face before placing a lingering kiss on her forehead. Her hand carefully pulled the blankets aside and Velvette couldn't help but grin with pride as she looked smugly at the many red marks, all hickeys, that adorned Odette's neck and collarbone.

"A very good morning to you too, my beloved Velvette..." mumbled Odette sleepily as she began to stir and slowly opened her eyes.

Velvette glanced at the face of the alarm clock on the bedside table. "Actually, it's already late afternoon," she chuckled. "We've almost completely slept through the day," she whispered complacently and threw herself onto Odette to crawl back under the covers and snuggle up to her.

"It's no big deal," Odette claimed as she gave Velvette a loving kiss on her lips, her own sweet lips curled into an exuberant smile.

"You do realize that your mother will probably be pissed that you haven't been out of your room all day, she could get suspicious," Velvette pointed out as they pulled away from each other again. "I really don't want you to get into any more trouble with your mother because of me..." Her expression became unusually serious and her brows began to furrow, but Odette put on a feigned pout instead.

"My mother is of no importance in this moment," Odette whispered seductively. She wrapped her arms around Velvette's neck, pulled her even closer and silenced her with another deep kiss, which made Velvette's poor heart explode with excitement and send it soaring through the roof.

"Odette?" Suddenly Velvette averted her gaze, uncertain, it fled across the room and tried in vain to throw itself off the balcony. "M-May I ask you a question?" The words trembled on the tip of Velvette's tongue, she swallowed heavily and exhaled.

"Yes, what is Velvette?" Odette wanted to know brightly. "Is everything all right?" She looked at her skeptically.

A blush crept deep into Velvette's cheeks as she looked Odette in the eyes and lost herself in her worried expression. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes, of course! I'd be completely crazy if I didn't want to be," Odette replied excitedly. "I thought you'd never ask me that fucking question!" She cupped Velvette's cheeks and decorated her surprised face with peck after peck until she finally placed her lips on Velvette's and kissed her tenderly.

Velvette deepened Odette's kiss ravenously. "Damn..." Velvette panted, completely out of breath, as they broke away from each other again. "Last night had definitely been the best sex of my entire life on Earth and in Hell," she enthused. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds in the light and her lips stretched into a broad grin, while this time Odette's face flushed and she shyly averted her gaze.

"Do you really have to express it so bluntly?" Embarrassed, Odette tried to hide under the blankets.

"How should I, to fulfill my girlfriend's wish straight away, express instead that she's so fucking hot and so fucking amazing in bed?" whispered Velvette. The atmosphere was enamoring and except for that moment, everything else in all of Hell seemed insignificant and irrelevant.

"You're really unbearable..." Odette silenced Velvette again with a French kiss while her hands tenderly traced the perfect contours of Velvette's body and the scenes of the previous night played before her mind's eye. A shiver of arousal ran down her spine, her hands sneaking innocently beneath the blankets and to Velvette's-

Suddenly Odette's phone rang.

The shrill tone interrupted them so insolently and full of mockery. Sighing in disappointment, Odette let go of Velvette's body and leaned over to her bedside table, her fingertips fishing impatiently for the annoying thing and she stared at the screen in frustration.

"Who's bothering us?" Velvette wanted to know impatiently as her fine fingertips darted boldly across Odette's naked chest, teasing her with ghosting touches.

"M-My mother...," Odette murmured. She blinked and looked worriedly at the name flashing intrusively on the screen. "I have no idea what she wants from me. We haven't spoken to each other for days..." Her eyes reflected her fear and panic as she looked to Velvette for help.

Velvette shrugged her shoulders. "Press her away..." she instructed her girlfriend, "Your mother is a problem to be dealt with later."

Odette nodded silently, then quickly pressed the red receiver and the call was blocked. The annoying ringing stopped abruptly and before she could turn her attention back to Velvette, Odette switched her cell phone off completely as a precaution.

Her girlfriend looked at her very accusingly. "Now your mother has ruined our moment..." she pouted.

"I'm sorry!" whined Odette. She crawled under the blankets, snuggled up to Velvette and buried her face in her shoulder, while Velvette swore that her heart was melting in that moment.

"You've already been forgiven," Velvette chuckled and snaked her arms around Odette again. She expertly turned Odette onto her back and pinned her girlfriend beneath her. "Still, you have to make it up to me."

"Oh, do I have to, Velvette?" Odette wanted to know with a smug smirk on her lips.

Velvette liked it very much whenever Odette spoke her name in this particular way. It sounded so lovely when it escaped her lips so smoothly or when she screamed it without a care in the world, like last night, so that Velvette was convinced that the rest of her family and the surrounding neighborhood had been more or less made aware of her visit.

"Yes, please!" A silly smile sneaked onto Velvette's lips.

The rest of the afternoon passed, but neither Odette nor Velvette wanted to leave the wonderful warmth of the bed.

Odette lay face down under the blankets. Eyes closed, she dozed in the glow of the evening light, humming some unspecific tune, while mesmerized Velvette's smooth fingertips traced the keen contours of her back and massaged her shoulders.

Velvette seemed completely absorbed by her beauty and her voice. She paused, her soft fingertips stopping their caressing circles, hovering in awe over the slowly fading red marks on Odette's otherwise flawless skin. She sighed with contentment and brushed them gently.

"You're so quiet..." Odette observed. "Is something bothering you?" she wanted to know warily, after they had just been lying there silently for a while without exchanging any words. "What are you thinking about?"

Velvette sincerely smiled at her. "At the moment I'm not thinking about anything at all, I'm just silently admiring your stunning beauty," she confessed, lovingly stroking her hand over and over again over the many new vibrant hickeys that had been added this afternoon to those from the night. Velvette just couldn't take her eyes off Odette. "You are just so stunning that your beauty leaves me literally speechless," Velvette gushed giddily. "You are God's greatest work of art." She kissed Odette affectionately between the shoulder blades. When her lips touched her soft skin, an aroused shiver ran down Odette's spine and she got goose bumps. "Hm... Do you like it that so much?" Velvette teased with satisfaction.

Odette moaned as her girlfriend's lips began to kiss their way further down her back. "And yet you are the real artist who creates masterpiece after masterpiece," Odette added flirtatiously, continuing to enjoy Velvette's affection with her eyes closed. "I really admire your skill."

Odette was referring to the many designs for dresses. Velvette had shown her earlier all the photos and notes on her phone that were intended for her future collections. In addition, Velvette had confided to Odette that she loved it when she could just lie on her bed and draw in her free time, completely uninterrupted by the other two Vees and the rest of Hell.

Absent with her thoughts, Velvette, still completely captivated by Odette's beauty, was drawing an invisible rose on her girlfriend's back with gentle fingertips when she suddenly felt a flash of inspiration and leapt excitedly from the mattress. Velvette had remembered that red roses were Odette's favorite flowers.

"Wait? What?" Odette startled in confusion. "What happened?" she wanted to know, distraught, as she was rudely torn from her semi-sleep.

Velvette wordlessly rushed out of the bed and hastily crossed the room to Odette's desk. She rummaged through a drawer, a few seconds later she found the object of her desire and proudly jumped back onto the bed with an unopened pack of permanent markers in her hands. A crazy grin graced Velvette's lips. "I have an absolutely stupid idea, but I'm sure you'll love it too!" Velvette announced proudly.

Very skeptical, Odette looked up to her girlfriend.

"You just have to lie here and trust me," smirked Velvette as she took a black pen out of the box and pulled off the cap. She didn't have to try any further to persuade Odette and convince her of her crazy idea. Her girlfriend immediately volunteered, knowing full well that Velvette would otherwise beg and whine until she gave in.

Velvette sat perched on Odette's lower back. She was half lying on top of her while she carefully tried to paint the outline of a rose petal on her girlfriend's back with fine strokes of the marker. Odette jerked several times and Velvette almost messed up with the soft tip and spread the ink incorrectly.

"Odette... Stop squirming so fucking much..." Velvette warned, chewing her lower lip in deep concentration.

"I'm really sorry!" laughed Odette when her girlfriend was forced to interrupt her painting for a moment. "You should know how ticklish I am by now."

Velvette rolled her eyes. "I'll never finish like this!" she complained, pushing Odette deeper into the mattress to prevent her from ruining her masterpiece with her squirming. "You just have to stay like that for a few more minutes and then I'll be done." She tried to concentrate again to finish painting the flower blossom neatly and properly. "Done!" Velvette announced proudly. She quickly gathered up the scattered markers before getting off of Odette and allowing her girlfriend to move freely again. "But you'd better wait a few more minutes until all the colors are completely dry," she remarked as Odette sat up and wanted to rush to the mirror.

"You are really mean sometimes..." Odette pulled a pout and looked at her girlfriend pleadingly. "I want to see it now!" she protested impatiently.

"And you are really childish sometimes." Velvette's hands ran gently through her blonde hair. "Just be a little more patient, then you can take all the time you need to look at the combination of two masterpieces," she grinned and was about to give her girlfriend a quick kiss when Odette skillfully avoided her lips and pounced on Velvette instead.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she exclaimed.

Odette was quite a bit taller than her and she finally had to give in to her hopelessly as Odette easily fixed her arms above her head and sat on her hips, Velvette unable to move. She grabbed the red marker from the bedside table and smiled mischievously at Velvette as an unspeakably devilish grin crossed her lips. "Now it's my turn to use your body as a canvas. Which part of your body can I decorate first?" she asked wickedly, freeing the marker from its cap before she bent over the defenceless Velvette, confident of her victory.

A short time later, many little red hearts adorned her collarbone, while Velvette stood next to Odette with a huge smile on her face.

Odette turned several times in front of the large mirror in her room and gazed in fascination at the work of art on her naked torso. The self-drawn rose vine adorned almost her entire left side. It ran in its magnificent splendor from her shoulder down to her lower back. Thorns mingled with wide-open flowers that glowed a deep shade of red, while individual petals were carried away by an invisible wind. The wind carried the petals a little way until they finally turned into small butterflies, which flapped their wings excitedly. One of the butterflies got lost on Odette's upper arm.

"Do you like it?" asked Velvette. Her girlfriend beamed at her enthusiastically.

"I love it! It's really beautiful!" Odette praised her.

"How about..." Velvette thought aloud. "What if I design you a matching dress with the same pattern?"

Odette's eyes began to light up. "Really?"

"Of course!" Velvette nodded. "Wait a moment," she said and fished her phone from under the bed. "Let me take a picture of you for posterity."

Odette posed for her girlfriend and Velvette quickly pressed the button again and again to take several photos in a row. "For posterity, my ass, we're in Hell, they're all just for you," she said, pulling Velvette towards her.

"I don't know what you mean," Velvette giggled as Odette began to decorate her whole face with little kisses. "But I'm sure they'll be very helpful if I start missing you." Odette's face flushed. "You really are too cute when you blush."

Odette wrapped her arms around Velvette's neck and pulled her even closer, leaning down to whisper softly in her ear. "I love you, Velvette," she said affectionately, biting her earlobe gently.

"I love you too," Velvette replied as she stifled a moan of pleasure and gently pressed her lips to Odette's, kissing her passionately.

Velvette waited until Odette had fallen asleep and the all noises in the rest of the house had died down, before she gave her girlfriend a quick goodnight kiss on her forehead and slipped carefully through the narrow crack of her bedroom door and into the dark hallway. She closed the door behind her. Quietly, in the pale light that fell through the high windows, Velvette crept through the darkness of the house towards the staircase landing.

"Good evening, Velvette!" a voice suddenly spoke. "Where are you going? Can I perhaps help you?"

Startled, Velvette flinched. She quickly stifled her shriek in her palm, her heart almost jumped out of her chest. "Good evening, Rosie..." Velvette replied, a little overwhelmed by her greeting and the appearance of the cannibal in her pyjamas in front of her. "I was on my way to the front door... I wanted to go home..."

Rosie hid a yawn behind her hand. "Can I take the short walk with you? At this hour the front door is alarmed, without a password you'd set off the security system when you try to leave the house and wake everyone up."

"Oh... Okay..." An awkward silence threatened to suffocate them as Rosie escorted Velvette down the stairs and to the front door. Awkwardly, Velvette cleared her throat. "So… Uhm… Why are you up so late?" she asked kindly to break the silence.

Rosie sighed sadly. "Carmilla hasn't come home yet and I'm just having trouble finding sleep in her absence..." She deactivated the alarm, but before Velvette could disappear through the front door and into the night, the cannibal held her back by her arm. "I'm sorry..." she apologized, and Velvette blinked in confusion. "I'm really trying my best to convince Carmilla. I know Carmilla can be very stubborn and I know Odette really likes you. Just don't give up on her too quickly, will you?"

"Yes... Thank you, Rosie..." Velvette thanked her politely.

Suddenly Rosie's face became very serious, her smile had disappeared now. In the poor light, her grimace appeared almost dangerous. "I promise you that if you do have any ill intentions towards Odette, you'll regret them very quickly," Rosie growled lowly. "If I find out that you're playing with Odette or that you're intentionally trying to hurt the daughter of my Milly, I promise you that I will personally ensure that you will end up as an unidentifiable meal on my dear friend Alastor's plate..."

Velvette swallowed heavily as Rosie let go of her and quickly pulled her arm towards her. The cannibal's hands were cold, yet the feel of her grip burned against her skin. Velvette looked Rosie straight into the soulless and infinite abysses of her black eye sockets. "I-I... I would truly never hurt Odette on purpose..." Velvette replied, her voice trembling. "It's not my intention to hurt Odette..."

"Good!" The sharp smile returned to Rosie's lips. "Sleep well, Velvette!"

"Good night, Rosie!" Velvette bid the cannibal farewell and followed the cobbled path with quick steps to the iron gate in front of the driveway. As she left the property, she ran into Carmilla. The arms dealer looked at her in surprise, she seemed very exhausted and had dark circles under her eyes, she had probably spent the whole day and half the night working.

"Velvette? What are you doing here at this hour and-"

"Sorry, I fucked your daughter..." Velvette exclaimed and before Carmilla could really process her words, she had disappeared into the darkness.

"Velvette!"

Interlude:

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[kaylatoonz]

Evil grows in the dark and heroes bloom in the light

This idea feels more of an AU than a possibility of this happening in the SCU but it is fun to write/draw nonetheless.

This idea is inspired by the Sonic Fleetway comics, tangled, and Lion King 2: Simba’s Pride.

(I made this before I knew if Jim Carry was returning as Eggman in any future installment, just to let you know)

After the events of the third movie, Eggman is defeated once again this time at the cost of his life. Agent Stone is devastated at the loss of HIS doctor and wants vengeance against Sonic and his friends. Unfortunately, he would have to bide his time and lay low until the heat died down. With the ultimate weapon loss, he scavenges G.U.N base one last time in search of anything from Eggman or the government to use against Sonic in the future.

During the search, Stone discovers a brown hedgehog in a cryo-chamber similar to the one Shadow was found in. After looking into some files, he learns the subject, Project Rose seems to be a failed attempt at re-creating a more docile version of Project Shadow (to control better) years after Shadow was deemed too dangerous. At first, Stone was appalled by the idea of using another alien mutant to progress his plans for revenge, it hadn’t worked out the last two times! Not having a lot of options he took his chance with this creature, deciding that he would play his cards carefully this time and dispose of the beast as soon as possible if necessary.

Months later, Agent Stone, discovered like Shadow she has a connection to chaos energy, though a lot weaker and more unstable. Similar to when his doctor wielded the master emerald power, she can create anything from the material she’s offered. She also has supernatural strength, enhanced athletic/acrobatic, an unexplainable sixth sense, and cloaking abilities.

The only downside is that her powers are more limited compared to Shadow or Sonic and even seem to put a lot of strain on her body. He predicts that her body will expire in a matter of months or a year at best. Not that he cared as long as he got his revenge on Sonic, she would be one less problem to deal with once he was done, anyway.

Since Agent Stone doesn’t have the vast intelligence of his beloved doctor he settles with using Amy to create complex machinery. By night he causes trouble for Sonic heroes making sure they never forget the doctor (the team doesn’t know Agent Stone is the one causing trouble). By day he brings back material and blueprints he managed to scavenge during his nightly ventures.

Each day, Rose would create machinery, and weapons, unbeknownst to her that aided him in his conquest to destroy the blue pest and his friends. Unfortunately, for him, despite having many of the doctor's glorious blueprints and plans at hand, none have come close to destroying his foes.

Rose could easily see Mr. Stone’s frustration whenever he returned from his “night job”. Wanting to cheer her guardian up, she decided to sneak out and gather some material to make Mr. Stone happy. Rose, never having been outside, is quickly enamored by the luscious forest and flowers. So much so that she didn’t notice a blue blue until he was right on top of her.

Stone had relocated his base Of operation from the coffee shop to the depth of the forest of Greenhills. so it was a matter of time before Rose was at the “wrong” place at the “wrong” time resulting in her encountering the blue blur.

After untangling themselves they get a good look at each other and both are shocked. Sonic was in shock due to meeting another hedgehog who had hunted familiar eyes, leaving him gawking at the girl like an idiot. While Rose is shocked to meet another creature like herself but with such beautiful quills. Rose is quick to excitedly shoot questions out to the shell-shocked hedgehog. Before Rose could get a response from the blue hedgehog she sensed Agent Stone returning to the base so cut the meeting short. She quickly grabbed one of the daisies she dropped early and suggested they meet here again sometime to get to know each other better. Again before Sonic can respond the hedgehog girl disappears before his eyes (literally).

Upon returning to the base Rose decides to keep her meeting with the mysterious blue hedgehog secret for now, not wanting to get in trouble for sneaking out. She didn’t think a two-petal daisy would cheer up Mr. Stone or make up for running off. Things progress like usual with Mr. Stone, bringing in material and blueprints of bots to practice her creation ability. The session goes on like any other until Rose’s mind can’t help but wander back to the blue hedgehog. And unbeknownst to her it influences her powers to create the head of a metallic blue hedgehog head instead of a plain android like the blueprint. Noticing her mistake, roast quickly tries to apologize and explain herself though Stone calmly brushes it off. Stone smiles at Rose for the first time in a while (if ever) and tells her that she is on to something and this may be her best work yet. So before Rose could exhaust herself for today, he excused her from their session for today and sent Rose to her room.

Behind closed doors, Agent Stone was a bit furious that the insolent creature had shown its first sign of disobedience and interacted with the blue menace nonetheless! But that didn’t matter for now her day would be numbered soon enough. Now he had the perfect plan to destroy that hedgehog in the best way possible thanks to his little rose. He would build that robot in that blue rat likeness, using any information gathered from Rose and Sonic’s meetings ( assuming the ungrateful girl will sneak off to see the blue rat again). Then when the sonic bond with the rose reaches its highest stone it would tear it away from him(just as Sonic did to him) using Sonic's image. Then his friends and family before lastly the blue hedgehog who would most likely be more than broken when Stone strikes the final blow.

Unfortunately for Stone, his plans don’t go exactly as planned. With each meeting, sonic and Rose's bond grows stronger, and Rose learns and grows. Through Sonic she learns what real healthy love (familial, platonic, and romantic) looks like which eventually helps her realize something up with Mr. Stone. Sadly by the time she comes to this conclusion, Stone has initiated his plans leaving Sonic to believe that she betrayed him. Wanting to right this wrong Rose lends her aid to team Sonic to defeat the metal monster of her creation. With the chaos emeralds and Rose's help, they were able to defeat Metal Sonic and Agent Stone, but at the cost of Rose's life. The battle she had put herself through, pushed her body to the limit, exhausting all the chaos energy that was meant to keep her alive and stable. Devastated sonic kneels down to his rose, holding her close begging, her to wake up. Stone takes satisfaction in the fact that despite his failure he had given Sonic a taste of how he felt when he took his doctor away.

As Agent Stone is taken in by the G.U.N agents Sonic pays them no mind as he desperately tries to offer up as much chaos energy to Rose’s body in hopes of reviving her. It seemingly has some effect on the hedgehog girl as her quills go from brown to pink and when her eyes eventually open they are a bolder green compared to his own.

Bonus context:

Agent Stone is the type of man who would take satisfaction in a loss if it means, he leaves his enemy physically or mentally scarred. (in the IDW pre-quill comic. He was pretty intimidating so I wanted to go to extra step). he doesn’t care about ruling the world like Eggman (nothing matters if Eggman can’t be the one on top in the end). He just wants to hurt Sonic and his friends/family as much as he can.

In the beginning, Sonic keeps his meeting between him and Rose secret for selfish reasons. Sonic loved his brothers but sometimes he wanted some things or someone to himself (sonic still adjusting to sharing with his brothers). After the ordeal with Shadow, sonic also wanted some semblance of peace or escapism from the trauma. It isn’t until Sonic starts to notice that Rose’s home life might not be so great that Sonic starts to get his brothers and parents involved. Because of this sonic still feels guilty that he could’ve done something sooner.

After watching Disney’s Tangled with the Wachowskis, Amy teasingly calls Sonic her Rapunzel while Sonic insists that it’s the other way around.

Agent Stone is basically mother Gothel to Rose, so she has experienced a lot of gaslighting and guilt-tripping from Stone.

Rose takes up the name Amy as her first name a few months after she leaves Stone's custody. Despite her name coming from a dark place (Project Rose) she wants to keep it while adding something new to it representing the start of her new life as Amy Rose.

Sonic thinks Amy looks beautiful before and after her transformation.

After spending some time at the Wackowski‘s recovering, Amy takes off on her own leaving a note to Sonic explaining how she is going to explore the world for herself and promising that they’ll meet again. Sonic is a bit sad at first but lightens up in the hopes of meeting her again.

If Shadow is still alive and crosses paths with Amy, he would consider her his little sister and do anything to protect her after learning about her connection to him.

Agent Stone would be on Shadow’s kill list after finding out what that man put his sister through.

Shadow would probably gatekeep Amy from Sonic.

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[jayvolans]

𝗼𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐜𝐞 | 𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝗺 𝐬𝗺𝐚𝐮

𝐈𝐈. 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆

you were fearless as a child. always running straight to the things that would offer you the most adrenaline. your parents weren’t truly scared until you decided that thing would be skating.

they weren’t helicopter parents by any means, but figure skating was… a lot, especially for someone so young. but you persisted, and they saw that you had an affinity for it. it was an easy decision to put you in lessons and you never looked back.

once you found out how it felt to skate, you were practically glued to the ice. to you, nothing could compare. it was there when you were happy, heartbroken… the ice was the only constant.

and so, as the music began to play, and you made your way onto the rink, you didn’t feel nervous, you felt normal. this was your home.

your every movement was graceful and languid, as if you were one with the music. your speed increased slowly, but surely and with a smile you started your approach for your lutz jump, one of your favorites.

“isn’t she gorgeous?” with the roll of his eyes, alhaitham ignored kaveh, who had devoted all of his attention to celebrating the figure skater that was adorned in blue and silver. and while she was graceful and clearly talented, it wasn’t like he could make out her facial features from so far.

“you’re kind of embarrassing, kaveh,” tighnari mumbled, just as enamored by the skater. alhaitham and cyno shared a look of confusion. it was just figure skating. why was everyone so smitten with this girl?

and then the music stopped. the figure skater, yn, he thinks he remembers, comes to a stop too. her smile is incredibly wide and suddenly, not so far away. a few roses and…stuffed animals…? rained down around her as she waved, complete joy on her face.

the closer alhaitham looked, the harder it became to dismiss the fact that she really was beautiful. and it was deeper than her facial features, it was the way she seemed to glow with genuine happiness from both skating and the audience.

and then there was a feeling in his chest that he’d never felt before. it didn’t hurt, but it certainly throbbed and thumped near his heart.

“you finally see what i was talking about?” kaveh’s smug voice immediately ripped him from his thoughts, and alhaitham cleared his throat and dragged his eyes from your smile.

“what are you talking about, you dumb blonde?” he muttered, grabbing his coat. “let’s go, i’m hungry.” kaveh just laughed, not paying the insult any mind. “sure sure!”

cyno hid a teasing smile behind his hand as he wrapped an arm around tighnari. even tighnari was in on it, his eyebrows wiggling obnoxiously.

alhaitham just sighed, knowing that between the vision of your smile all but burned into his mind and his annoying friends, it was going to be a long night.

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝗼𝐮𝐬❆ 𝗺𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭❆ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭❆

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓❆ (𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍)

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[ghoul-bonez]

~Stars in Her Eyes, Stars in Her Heart~

Chapter 10: Honor the Lives She Takes

(Kiri x Fem! Avatar! Reader)

Summary: In the art of hunting you must use all of your senses, sight isn’t the only one you possess.

Word count: 1.0k

Author’s note: Shorter chap but still a good one 💪🏻 Also taking a break from writing this fic, so last chapter for a little while :( Good things coming though!

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~Series Masterlist~

~Main Masterlist~

Honor the Lives She Takes

Kiri was upset this morning, there was no way around it. Lo’ak and Tuk hadn’t stopped bothering her, stealing her things and distracting her from her chores. She had begged them to just leave her alone but they never relented. Even when she threatened to tell their mom about Lo’ak’s most recent dumb decision him and Tuk wouldn’t stop bothering her.

The worst part is that now she was late to meet you. Everything felt like it was building on top of each other, and Kiri felt every little thing bother her.

Her mood quickly shifted and a smile rose on her face as she caught sight of you laying in the middle of the clearing you had started meeting in. You were curled up on your side, fast asleep, as atokirina fluttered around you. Some gently graced your skin as they floated up and down on you, like Eywa placing soft kisses on your skin.

Kiri wondered if she looked that peaceful when she slept as atokirina floated around her. It had become a regular occurrence after Neteyam had found her napping with the sacred spirits surrounding her once.

She shook thoughts of herself out of her head as she focused on the girl in front of her rest peacefully. You were beautiful, breathtaking. Kiri was enamored with you as all of her thoughts consisted of you.

It had been a few days since the kiss, and Kiri had yet to bring it up, mostly because you hadn’t brought it up either, and Kiri was anxious she had done something wrong. Doubts built up in her head that she had done something wrong. That you hadn’t liked it.

But here you were resting in front of her, seeming to not have a worry in the world.

Kiri wondered for a second if you had just left the body here instead of heading back to your lab, but that thought quickly left her mind as the woman laying on the ground shifted, your eyes opening as you looked up to Kiri who was studying your face.

“Good morning.” Kiri greeted you.

“Yeah, good morning. I guess I fell asleep waiting for you.” You didn't pay any mind to the atokirina and Kiri figured it might be a common occurrence as she had seen you be graced by one before.

“I’m so sorry, my younger brother and sister wouldn’t leave me alone.” Kiri rolled her eyes, annoyed beyond belief.

You smiled at her, laughing a bit, “It’s alright. You made it and that’s all that matters.”

Kiri just hummed, watching the sky as the atokirina floated away.

“What’s the plan for today?” You asked.

Kiri smiled, she was excited, “I am going to teach you how to hunt.”

You gasped, excitement flowing through you as well, “Awesome, I’m either gonna do great, or suck ass at this! No in between…”

Kiri giggled at you, hearing the words, “She will learn to honor the things she uses, honor the lives she takes.” float through her head.

Kiri smiled, “Okay, follow me closely, ask questions as they come.”

You were hyped now, “Alright, let's get going then.”

Once you started walking Kiri instructed you, “Keep your body close to the ground, try to blend into your surroundings. You don’t want to draw attention to yourself.”

As you snuck around you took in your surroundings, “So what exactly are we doing?”

Kiri didn’t look towards you as she walked, but she spoke to you, “We’re tracking.”

You were a little confused but didn’t question her, “Okay?”

“Come here.” Kiri motioned towards you, waving you over to her.

You approached her, keeping your body close to the ground like Kiri had instructed. You moved as smoothly as you could, not used to slinking around through the shadows. It was a new way of moving, different from the running and climbing you and Kiri had been doing so far.

This wasn’t about survival, not in that way at least. It was about another way of survival, finding food to keep yourself going. This was about staying hidden for the hunt, the chase. This was about the kill.

Kiri reached out towards you, taking your face in her hands before covering your eyes, “You use your eyes to observe what’s around you, but your eyes aren’t your only senses. Tell me, what do you hear, what do you smell.”

Your ears twitched as you took in the noises around you, “I hear birds and a hexapede,” then your nose twitched, and you angled your face up to smell the air better, “and I smell the dirt, but it smells like a hexapede has come through here.”

Kiri nodded, “Good, a yerik, now let’s follow that lead.”

You were careful to keep quiet as you followed the trail of the yerik, watching the ground and making sure you weren’t stepping on any twigs that could snap. Eventually you came to a trail of hoofprints from the creature, and then it was soon that the creature was in sight.

Kiri looked proud of you, keeping her voice quiet, “Okay, now quietly stand up and shoot.”

You slowly stood, staying as hidden in the bush as possible. Pulling out your bow and pulling back the string you took a deep breath in, then on the exhale you let the arrow go, hitting the animal spot on.

The animal dropped to the ground and you let out a loud cheer, “Hell yeah!”

Kiri excitedly drug you over to the animal where you finished it off, repeating the prayer Kiri had taught you. Your Na’vi was rough, and hard to understand, but you made it through the prayer.

“I’m so proud of you!” Kiri shouted, hearing the voice in her head, “I’ll cook up some of this for you to try, but most of it will go back to my clan.”

“Sick!” You shouted back.

You were proud of yourself, you had never dreamed you would accomplish something like this, but you couldn’t stop thinking about Kiri’s words for the rest of the day, “I’m so proud of you!” repeating in your head over and over again. She was proud of you, and that felt amazing. You felt your heart burn behind your ribcage, like a star about to explode.

Word Bank:

Atokirina (woodsprites, seeds of the sacred tree, very pure spirits)

Eywa (Na’vi goddess)

Hexapede (Pandora’s deer-like creature)

Yerik (Hexaped)

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[megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms]

Aboveground(part 2 of “Owl”)

Based on this request: I’d like to request a Jareth fic please? Maybe a sequel to Owl where Jareth keeps popping Aboveground to spend time with reader even though he’s healed and she just humors him though it bothers her sometimes. He starts to fall for her quickly and tries to woo her? Is that okay?

Here you are! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!* Part 2 of “Owl”

Fandom: Labyrinth

Warnings: Fluff mostly and it’s a little shorter than I hoped. POV switch.

Pairings/Characters: Jareth x fem!reader

You were sitting at your computer when you heard the tap! tap! tap! against your window. Looking up, you weren't at all surprised to see Jareth as an owl outside. With a sigh, you rose from your chair, stretched, and opened the window. Jareth flew inside before returning to his true form. "Y/N," he greeted with a smile that you returned.

         After you'd helped heal him, Jareth had made a habit of popping in on you every once in a while. Most of the time, you didn't mind it. He wasn't horrible company. In fact, you found yourself longing to be close to him. The only time his visits bothered you was when you were trying to work. Jareth had something against personal space and that meant, when he was around, you couldn't work.

         "And what brings the great Goblin King to my humble abode today?" you asked with a grin. Jareth removed his cape, leaving him in a white shirt that reminded you of a pirate, a black vest, and tight gray pants that left little to the imagination. Why did he have to be so gorgeous?

         You were so lost in your thoughts, you hadn't noticed that Jareth was speaking. His chuckle brought you back to reality. "Sorry, what was that?" you asked sheepishly. Jareth laughed again. "You should join me in my kingdom." You rolled your eyes, but continued to smile.

         "Jareth, you know I can't. I'd never want to leave." His smile grew. "I know, precious. That is why I wish for you to come with me." In an uncharacteristically bold move, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. You knew it wouldn't bother him as he was very touchy-feely. "Maybe someday, Jareth," you told him before returning to work. You had no idea the thoughts occupying Jareth's mind.

*Jareth's POV*

         The Goblin King watched you return to work with a soft smile on his face. It was adorable to him how you hadn't picked up on his feelings for you. Granted, you were human. You didn't feel quite as quickly or deeply as his people did. However, from nearly the moment he danced with you, Jareth began to fall. From there he knew there was no stopping it and now he was head-over-heels in love with you.

         When Jareth asked you to join him in the Underground, he meant that he wanted you as his queen. But you refused each and every time. There was a part of the Jareth that hurt every time yet he knew that you had no idea what it meant for him.

         "You okay?" you asked without glancing up at him. Jareth smiled. "Of course, precious. Can I not simply admire such beauty?" You let out a soft snort of laughter. "Flatterer," you scolded playfully. The smile that graced your face was everything Jareth wanted from you in that moment.

         "You're still staring," you commented as you finally looked at him. "Join me in my kingdom," he said again. This time, something in the way he said it had your brows furrowing. You looked confused. "Why? It seems really important to you this time. You never ask twice in one visit. What is it, Jareth?"

         Jareth didn't reply at first. Your expression grew even more confused. "Jareth? Are you-Are you lonely?" Jareth's brows furrowed and immediately wanted to deny it. But he could not lie. Especially not to you. "I am, but I cannot say that anyone else's company would do. I only wish for your presence. Your time. Your…love. I find that I have become enamored with you, my dear. I long to be with you all the time."

         The air grew thick as Jareth waited, somewhat impatiently(or rather, very impatiently) for you to say something. He watched as tears began to form in your eyes. "Jareth…" you whispered in a choked voice. Once more, you rose from your seat and approached the Goblin King. Jareth said nothing as you drew nearer to him.

         You stopped when you were directly in front of him, looking up at him with wide, teary eyes. "Jareth," you began again, "I didn't think it was possible for me to fall in love so quickly. But you changed everything I ever thought I knew about love and devotion. I think I love you, Jareth. It's terrifying and exciting and fulfilling all at the same time."

         Jareth thought his heart would stop upon hearing your confession. Never before had his affections been returned so quickly. Someone loved him. You loved him. "Ask me again," you commanded softly as your arms came up to wrap around his shoulders. "Come join me in my kingdom. Be its queen. Be my queen. Please." The last plea was barely audible as Jareth was unaccustomed to asking for what he wanted instead of demanding. But you seemed to hear him anyway and a dazzling smile spread across your lips. You moved closer. So close that Jareth could see how his own breath fanned the hair around your face. So close that he felt his own knees growing weak. His heart thrummed in his chest so quickly he thought it might shatter.

         "Yes," came your hushed reply before your lips met his. Jareth's arms instantly wrapped around your waist  and his eyes fell closed. A soft hum escaped your throat as he kissed you back with every bit of love and adoration he had in him. This was like nothing he'd ever felt before, but like every good feeling he'd felt over the course of his life at once. It was both too much and not enough and Jareth knew that he would forever be yours to command and to love.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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[akariamai]

Romeo & Juliet [Part 1]

Pairing: Jacob Black x OC!Swan

Word Count: 1953

Part 2 Part 3

Sloan Swan detested the assigned reading she was given. It bothers her that the widely accepted portrayal of Shakespeare’s play Romeo and Juliet It was a narrative of blind lust for a stranger rather than an epic love story of two tragic lovers torn apart by their warring families.

“They loved each other.” Bella, her twin sister, argued as she drove them to school. In contrast to Sloan, Bella was enamored with the notion of love and disregarded the glaring red warning signs it left in its wake. Romeo’s lovely, meaningless words blinded her, just like they did so many others.

She criticized, “Romeo was literally ‘in love’ with Juliet’s cousin, Rosaline, and when she didn’t return his feeling, he went looking elsewhere. When he tells his friends about his ‘feelings’ for Juliet, they assume he’s talking about Rosaline.”

“That’s not true.” Her sister shakes her head in disbelief.

Sloan ruffles through her backpack, searching for the school’s copy of the play and flipping through the tagged pages.

“Page 32 to 33. Benvolio says to Romeo, ‘At this same ancient feast of Capulet’s, Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so loves,’ and later in the same page Romeo replies, ‘One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun, Ne’er saw her match since first the world begun.’ Romeo meets Juliet around page 53. Do I need to read more?”

Bella remained quiet as her perception of Romeo and Juliet was uprooted. The heartbreaking reality was silently placed in front of her, bursting a love she had equated her and Edwards to and a raging loathing emerged for her twin sister.

“And not to mention, Romeo only married Juliet to sleep with her. That’s not love.”

Bella gritted her teeth. “What do you know about love?”

“More than you, apparently.” She shot back. It was true she never had a boyfriend, but she was born with logic, and she’d be damned to ignore red flags when she saw them.

“Why do you hate love stories?”

“I don’t hate love stories.” Sloan clarified, “I hate toxic relationships disguised as love stories. There’s a difference.”

Juliet was a naive girl with rose petal shades shielding her from the truth. She was in love with the idea of love and fallen for the first boy to entice her. Her false sense of love drove her to follow him in death. Her end was tragic as she never once felt true love, only the lust of a boy impatient to bed her.

“I pity Juliet. Romeo used her and would’ve abandoned her when a new beauty caught his eye.” She sniffled out a yawn. “He plucked her from the sky and clipped her wings, locking her in a golden cage, and once he got bored of her song, he freed her but left her flightless. That would’ve been the ending of their story if they had lived.”

Bella remained silent, reeling in her fragmented view on Romeo and Juliet’s relationship, her hatred for her sister burning twice as much. The silhouette of the school could not appear fast enough as Bella hurriedly searched for a parking spot.

Her arms trembling as she parked her truck, unable to comprehend Sloan’s point of view on her favorite Shakespeare play, and needed some space to clear her mind. Sloan had zipped her backpack up; infuriating Bella. How can Sloan act as if she hadn’t disrupted her entire world. She slams her door shut as she frantically searches for Edward, her lifeline.

“Wherefore art thou, Bella? Sloan?” Mike calls out as he, Eric, Angela, and Jessica approach the two twins. “You finish the Shakespeare assignment?”

Jessica pitched in, “He means will you finish his assignment?”

“No, I don’t—okay I do.” He admits.

“I can help you with it — but first —” She pulls out her new camera, a birthday gift from her father that she was gifted earlier today. “I need a picture. My mom’s expecting a scrapbook full of memories.”

Angela holds out her own camera and says, “I take ‘em; I don’t pose for ‘em.”

“You do today.” Bella lightly pushed Angela towards the rest of the group as they arranged themselves.

“I can take the picture, Bella,” Sloan says while holding out a hand. “Go stand with your friends.” Bella reluctantly hands it over before awkwardly walking towards them as the group rearrange themselves for Bella to be in the center.

“You’ll photoshop my nose if it looks big, right?” The question was aimed at Bella.

“Don’t worry, I’m in the picture; no one will be looking at you guys.” Eric proclaimed confidently.

Jessica scoffs at his joke as the group decided on their final poses. Angela, incorporating her love for photography, points the camera at Sloan; Mike and Eric joust, and Bella stands in the center of their delightfully carefree selves stiffly. The clicks of the camera shutters as it freezes them in a moment in time and archives it forever.

Sloan lowers the camera before noticing their playful smiles dissipates except for Bella’s. The timid smile she faked grew into a real one as she had obviously spotted Edward, her boyfriend.

Although her friends did not mind the male, they did not appreciate how quickly she discarded them for him. When Bella and Edward started dating, they became placeholders for when he wasn’t around.

“Oh good. Cullen’s here.” Mike noticed the way Edward stared at Bella; it was not out of love but something more nefarious. At first, he chalked it up to jealously. His feelings for Bella were still ever-present, but he genuinely cared for her well-being. He believed, with all that he’s seen, that Edward did not love Bella the way she loves him. It was only a matter of time before he hurt her, and he prayed to be wrong for her sake.

Jessica’s response was even drier. “Yay.” Once upon a time, she had feelings for Edward, but the second he became unavailable, she pushed those feelings aside. Bella was her friend, even if she didn’t act like it most of the time, and she would never stand in the way of her friend’s happiness. However, she had noticed Bella’s co-dependency on Edward, following him around like a lost puppy craving his attention. It wasn’t healthy. Not one bit, but she had no right to say anything.

Sloan, too, did not like the relationship her sister had with Edward. Edward had stripped Bella away from her independent lifestyle. There was never a moment away from Edward. Bella would choose him over everyone, and the realization of this truth stung. She missed the days when the two of them would read together; although both were silent during this time, the conversations that happened afterwards were fun. Those days were gone, now filled with an empty chair and an untouched book, and Sloan having no one to talk to. She never thought she would become familiar with loneliness.

“Check ya, later.” Eric replied, sensing the uncomfortable atmosphere, and lead his friends away.

Bella hadn’t responded, nor did she notice; her attention solely remained on Edward, who approached her figure, his eyes never leaving hers. This was the moment when Sloan decided to leave, her absence going unnoticed by both her twin and the vampire. She preferred to be in her English class going over Romeo and Juliet than forced to watch her sister pine about her boyfriend.

From across the parking lot, someone shouted. “Sloan!” She turned her attention to the person, Jacob Black, her friend from the nearby reservation. His presence brought a smile onto her face as her worries vanished in an instant.

“Jake!” Her excitement could not be contained. It has been a while since the two of them hung out; both busy with school work and other responsibilities. “You grew.” She noticed. His muscles were more refined than the last time she saw him, he was now a head taller than her.

He laughed, “And you didn’t.” Now he can hold the television control over her head like she had done to him in their childhood. Sweet, sweet revenge.

She pouted, “Not my fault I’m bite-sized.” By no means was she short, not was she unusually tall. She was average, yet compared to the massive monster known as Jacob, it would appear so.

His glee was energizing, her thoughts on Edward and Bella fading into the foreground of her mind, acting as a life jacket keeping her from drowning in her thoughts and worries.

“Happy birthday.” He offers her a warm hug before reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small hand-woven bracelet. “It’s not much, I know, but.” He drops it in the palm of her hand, eyeing the marvel embedded in her chestnut eyes. “I hope you like it.”

“I love it!” She exclaimed, “You didn’t have to get me anything.” It was a thoughtful gift—something she’ll treasure forever. She quickly slips it on and makes a silent vow to never take it off. She won’t, however, except when she bathes or swims. She does not want his hard work to be ruined by water.

“I’m glad you like it.” He looks around for the other birthday girl, seeing her in a quiet conversation with her boyfriend. “I’m going to give your sister her gift.”

Sloan nods. Class is going to start soon, and she needed to get to class. “Bye Jacob.”

“Bye.” He rushed towards her sister, yelling her name to get her attention, managing to break up the couple for a few moments.

~~~

Bella quietly dropped off her sister at home before rushing away to her boyfriend’s house. Apparently, his family were throwing her a small party for their family only—the Cullens and the birthday girl—and no one else. Leaving Sloan and her father to celebrate the twins birthday alone.

The two didn’t plan much but it was just right for them. Both Bella and Sloan weren’t the party type, they preferred the quiet hums of their home, a homemade dinner with their father, and a hushed evening filled with television and soft conversation.

Sloan spent the day prepping for their meal, spicy honey garlic chicken with garlic Parmesan fries. It was a favorite she and her father shared. Bella’s absence remained a constant in their conversations. They spent their evening watching her favorite movies: Legally Blonde, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Scream, and Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron.

Charlie loved the days when he and his daughters would sit together and watch TV. Bella would hide under the covers whenever a horror sequence became too much, opting to stay under until the danger passed. Sloan would mindlessly make comments under her breath throughout the movie, only audible to the person sitting next to her. He enjoyed days like this, as they were a small snippet of the past, his daughters reminding him of their younger selves, and now they were all grown up.

Wrapped up in one of her blankets, she laid her head on her father’s shoulders, her eyes drooping. It was late, and Bella still hadn’t arrived. Their birthday was already over and not a single second of the three of them had celebrated as a family. It truly broke her heart.

She didn’t know when, but her father carried her to her bedroom and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before tucking her in. He was going to miss moments like this. His children are adults now, and soon they will be leaving the nest. He never prepared himself for this day, always believing he had more time with them, but he guessed every parent came to the same realization when the time finally arrived.

Masterlist

#twilight #the twilight saga #new moon #twilight saga #charlie swan #edward cullen #bella swan #original character #oc!swan #twilight eric #twilight jessica #twilight mike #romeo and juliet bashing #romeo and juliet #rosaline #romeo bashing #the cullens #twilight angela #edward bashing #jacob black #jacob black x oc #twilight charlie #twilight edward #twilight jacob #jacob black x reader #twilight fanfiction #twilight fandom

[malleux]

Hello!!! May I request The DCKZ with a professional ice skater s/o (she/her)?

Remember to eat, stay healthy and stay hydrated :D

professional ice skater s/o.

-> diluc x fem!reader, kaeya x fem!reader, childe x fem!reader, zhongli x fem!reader ; could be taken as a modern au because i mention instagram but you could also just ignore that because I also talk about visions idk

-> warnings: none

a/n: im so out of the loop do y’all know how long it took me to figure out what dckz meant? i had to google it bruh

diluc

Diluc was more or less indifferent about it, at first at least. You ice skated, so what? so did Kaeya. He didn’t really see anything special about it, just that you were apparently way better than Kaeya could ever be.

His mood definitely changed when you became a couple and he first saw you perform- his eyes were wide and visibly sparkling, much to his disdain and his brother’s teasing delight.

You were just so… beautiful. The way you glided around as if you were some weightless angel on the ice was enamoring and soon enough, Diluc became a regular at your performances, competitions, and even just your basic every day practices. He came under the guise of bringing you lunch, but everyone knew from the way he practically lit up seeing you that he just wanted to watch.

The lunch was a nice plus, though.

Super, super sweet after a rough practice. He’ll lay you out on your stomach on the mattress of his bed and start with your shoulders, rolling out any knots and soothing the sore muscles before making his way down until he reaches your legs. He’s extra gentle here— they’re the most sore— and even will ghost small kisses among the back of your calves and thighs. Smiles when you let out a sigh of relief.

Diluc may not be the biggest outward supporter of you, but it’s moments like those, behind closed doors, where you know just how proud of you he is and just how much he loves you. He’s not going to hold up a giant sign (unlike another person in this request) professing his undying love and support for you, but you get the message all the same as he meets you after a performance with a bouquet of roses in your hand, a kiss to your temple, and a quiet “you did amazing”.

kaeya

Swear to God, I see Kaeya as the type to secretly be a good skater too, even if he's never had any professional training. Whether it be a natural talent or because its just some secret hobby that was easy to do with his Cryo vision handy, you would never know. But somehow, he can hold his own on the ice. Might even pull out a few spins or leaps just to get a little reaction.

Very proud of you, to the point that he's humble bragging like Zhongli but much less humble. Zhongli is like "Ah yes, my girlfriend is a professional ice skater she's very good" whereas Kaeya is like "My girlfriend is a 100x gold medalist and she's better than your girlfriend in every way". And he means it wholeheartedly.

Skating dates are a MUST. When he first met you, he used your shared hobby as a conversation starter and it's nice to take you to do some relaxing skating instead of it being practice. He finds it nostalgic and he often reminisces on when he first met you and tried to woo you with his own, much more mediocre, talents. He wasn't sure if it was that that snagged you as his partner or his undeniably good looks and charm (jokes, obviously, maybe?), but whatever it was, he was glad it had worked.

Literally loves it when you try to teach him new things. He picks up rather quickly and looks absolutely gorgeous when he finally gets a skill. You love seeing the smile on his face as he asks if you saw his trick. It grows even wider when you pull him in for a little kiss, as if to thank him for taking such an interest in your passions.

Kaeya will 100% use his vision to create a little patch of ice in the water and pull you onto it with him for some cheesy little romantic moment. You roll your eyes and act like you hate it, but the smile that grows on your face always says otherwise.

childe

Ah, yes. The aforementioned Mr. “Holding up a giant sign professing his unending love for you at a performance”. Tartaglia himself.

As the name suggest, Childe is, and will always be, your most outwardly supportive boyfriend. It’s almost like he does it partially to embarrass you— finding the most cheesy puns on the internet to write on the signs, screaming like the maniac he is the minute you take to the ice and even more so once you’re finished, a giant 5’ teddy bear and roses and candy waiting for you, the whole nine yards.

You have too many giant teddy bears. You beg Childe for a smaller alternative. He refuses.

It seems superficial, like something someone would do only do to post on Instagram and then ignore their girlfriend for the rest of the night, except it’s not. With Childe, it’s 100% real. He did it out of the love in his heart and it’s shown not only in the gifts he showers you with.

It’s also shown in the way he picks you up and spins you around after each performance, holding you as tightly as possible and thinking to himself, ‘I’m dating a Goddess’. It’s shown when he takes you out for a nice dinner afterwards, telling you about all of his favorite parts of your performance with animated motions and bright eyes. He probably could clumsily recreate it in that exact second if you asked him too. He just pays that much attention. It’s shown in the smaller things too, like how he just knows when you’re stressed or nervous for when you go on without you saying anything.

When that happens, his hands find your shoulders and rub gentle circles on the blades. His cheek rests on your head as you lean your back into his chest, a sigh escaping you as you wrap your arms around yourself. He joins you, wrapping his own arms fully around you and kissing the top of your head, whispering small words of encouragement. He gives you one last kiss of good luck before you’re on the ice.

zhongli

Zhongli is what one would call a “humble bragger”. He doesn’t intend to make every conversation about you, but you’re brought up a minimum of five times to anyone he’s talking to. He can’t help it, you’re always on his mind.

“Y/N likes this…” “Y/N does that…” You cannot be friends with Zhongli without acknowledging your existence. It just doesn’t happen. He’s gonna cancel any plans he has on your performance or competition days so he can watch. Archons damn whoever has a problem with it.

Zhongli is also the type to take a huge interest in ice skating and do what he can to learn a lot about it in order to make conversation with you about it. He might also ask for you to teach him some things, gaining a newfound respect for you as you gracefully navigate the ice while he stumbled around like a Moon Carver did when he was first learning to walk in his little deer form.

Slowly but surely, Zhongli is able to get better at skating and even begins to take you on dates in the winter to frozen ponds and public skating rinks. He's definitely not as good as you and it can be quite embarrassing for you to just show him up with your skills, but, like Kaeya, being able to see you skate freely without the stress of perfecting your routine before a looming deadline was enough to make him forget that.

#lay speaks #fic blog #x reader #fanfiction #writing #genshin impact #lay writes #genshin impact x reader #asks #anons #requests #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya alberich

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

liberal arts major brain: while the modern reader may find it jarring that a heroine so full of vim and so enamored of shorthand and lady journalists as mina would distance herself from the New Woman, a few things bear keeping in mind. first, mina is intelligent and passionate and in her own very protestant way ambitious - she desires above all else to be useful - but she is also very much a normie, and joining the project of expanding the roles permissible for women to take has always required a greater comfort with being part of a cultural vanguard than most people have. we lose something important in our understanding of our history as women and as feminists if we forget how much boldness was once required for nearly every liberty which now we take for granted, and we lull ourselves into the same kind of arrogance that so endangers the cast of this novel if we assume that we are now at last so perfectly empowered that there are no rituals of gender to which we cling out of familiarity and fear, regardless of the story we’ve woven for ourselves about our preference and our choice. truly we ought to hope, every last one of us, that our metaphorical granddaughters will look back at some ordinary feature of our lives and think it hopelessly regressive, and wonder how even smart independent women could have found it acceptable. in some ways mina is every woman with a college degree and a job who isn’t a feminist, she just believes in equal rights, and who would never (contrary to mina’s later prediction about the New Woman!) dream of being the one to propose; she’s my mom, who raised me to be and call myself a feminist and who also literally would not allow me, even after a screaming match in the nordstrom shoe department, to go to my own prom in flats. it’s a mistake, and a misogynist one, to read the attachment of women to gendered norms as inherently revealing of their individual attachments to the constraints of womanhood rather than as a reflection of the genderless human resistance to breaking cultural taboos in the specific context of one of the fundamental organizing hierarchies of basically all human societies, including ours right now, and certainly including victorian england.

second, while the New Women represented an expansion of women’s liberties and possibilities, patriarchy over time has proved durably adept at ensuring that such evolutions always come with a cost. any rallying cry can be coopted into an ideal, and any ideal can be sold; as well as being both scorned and praised, the New Woman could be advertised to, and she was. her radicalism could be eroded as her image was diffused beyond the political and artistic circles in which she arose, and that image could be received by ordinary women as a standard to emulate or fail to live up to. it has been observed that if you trace the course of women’s rights and freedom from the first wave of feminism to the present day, you find moving in tandem with that progress a shifting series of expectations that the modern woman is asked that meet, goalposts keeping her ever at a distance from being permitted simply to exist. you can see this even just in the realm of fashion: as women’s clothing became less restrictive, the demands of bodily self-policing imposed on and internalized by became more so, as new beauty norms rose to prominence, often rebranded as health (thinness) or hygiene (hairlessness) or, in the twenty-first century, self-care (twelve-step skincare routines). it’s interesting that in this, the first and more negative mention of the New Woman, this is the aspect that mina seems to be referring to: the reason she imagines the New Women would look down on her and lucy is not their lack of worldly ambitions or interest in homemaking for their husbands - it’s that they eat too much!

and that’s what i find particularly interesting about the way the New Woman is first invoked in this novel of all novels: she is presented as a creation of modernity distinguished by her disciplined appetite, in a story about a creature from centuries past made terrifying by his monstrous appetite. i’m fascinated by that - by the fact that it would feel logical to me, from my smug vantage point in the future, for stoker to reinforce the virtuousness of his heroes by granting them some kind of bodily asceticism to stand in contrast to dracula’s defiling maw and even renfield’s obscene tastes, but he didn’t see it. it makes it feel, to me, like the novel is not against appetite but against its perversion - and while it’s obvious stoker and i would have rather different definitions of what counts as perverse, that categorical distinction feels significant as part of what has made it possible for me to become sincerely emotionally engaged in this book across our palpable and wide gap in sensibilities and ideology. it’s fine, in the world of the novel, for mina and lucy to have their capital “severe tea” and stroll lazily home on vacation. that’s a small thing, but not a meaningless one, i think.

dumbass brain: damn i can’t believe bram stoker literally said Real Women Have Curves

#dracula daily

[vacantvisage]

Forgot about WIP Wednesday, here’s various fic wips under cut:

Oathbound Sequel to Oathsworn, various vignettes of Yuta (Tav) and Zevlor's relationship during Act 3

Yuta may not have the right words to describe his unease, but Zevlor knew it all too well. It was a shared feeling. Yuta had no comparison, so his tadpole sought it out in Zevlor. A hand reaching. Something beloved turned wretched. Betrayal. Grief. Yuta felt betrayed by his mother. Abandoned by her. She should have loved him. Cared for him. Protected him. The second sun of Elturel, the Companion, was a symbol of the protectors of the city, turned black as everything was dragged into the Styx. Yuta’s jaw trembled. Zevlor’s hands shivered. They met each other’s gaze. They shared something few ever could. Zevlor crawled to Yuta, whose gaze fell to the floor, frosty eyes brimmed red as they welled dewdrop tears, and pulled him into a tight, warm embrace. Yuta clung to him, claws digging into his tough soldier’s shoulders. Zevlor chewed his own cheek, face wet with tears hidden in Yuta’s soft, black hair. Their tadpoles nestled neatly, satisfied.

Oathtower Zevlor/Rolan - Zevlor tries to apologize for his transgressions. Rolan is quick to anger but his siblings convince him to help the disgraced Paladin.

“You were supposed to be a hero,” Rolan scorned. “And now? What, drink yourself to death out of guilt for your own damn mistakes? Can’t even be bothered to join the Watch or the Fist?” “I’m not a Rider, anymore, Rolan.” Zevlor didn’t look at him. His shoulders dropped, ever so slightly. His tail fell limp against the tile, half curled around his ankle. “Tch. So much for Hellrider for Life.” Zevlor’s gaze snapped up. His dejected frown deep-cut. “I didn’t just quit. I’m. Exiled. I can never be a Hellrider ever again. If I weren’t a tiefling, I still wouldn’t be welcome to Elturel. And no one here would ever take me as a soldier.” “As they should,” Rolan’s tail flicked angrily. Zevlor nodded in quiet agreement. “My superior broke the news to me. Not that I didn’t see it coming. We all did, didn’t we. Elturel from the ashes, bottles and words thrown at us in the streets. Devilkin. Foulblood. We were to be exiled from the city. Thrown to the wilderness. I told him it was inhumane.” Zevlor’s jaw tightened. “He told me I wasn’t human.”

St. Sebastian Astarion makes a pact with Raphael to kill Cazador. Raphael collects a prize from the dungeons: Sebastian. Mephistopheles is not amused.

[Sebastian] dried his hair, and tears, into a fine cloth towel, sniffling as he blinked away salt from his pale lashes. He spotted a painting, grandiose and tall. He paused to admire it, despite the devilish subject, with a morbid curiosity. A gorgeous work, the brush strokes so subtle they were nearly nonexistence depicting a fiend from the Hells and a crown of four horns. His savior. The Devil from the Dungeons. Sebastian touched the bottom of his lip. These were his chambers, then? The beautiful grate separating the bath and a red, jacquard bed adorned with a tonguing devil’s head, the roses and wine and perfumed oils, wardrobes of utmost finery, devil-sculptures and gilded pillars. The opulence was beyond words. He chose the plainest garb he could find in the boudoir. Which was still far too fine for his emaciated body. He smoothed them over his chest, the long, lilac noble robes with silver flowers embroidered into them, silver ropes trimming the hems and seams. His long-skirted doublet topped with a high collar hid the fine silk undershirt well, leaving room for the pretty, leafy stitching in the ruffles to show just beyond the sleeves. He realized it fit him perfectly. He paused, wondering for a brief moment if it was made for him. Tailored for him. He shook the thought away. How inconceivably narcissistic.

Rival of Ixalan Raphael takes Astarion to the plane of Ixalan where vampires are worshiped as saviors in attempt to convince him to make a deal. One vampire is enamored by the strange visitor, much to Raphael’s chagrin.

“I… don’t remember how to dance,” Astarion admitted. It had been too long since his lessons as a nobleman. Cazador had grand balls, but the spawn were hardly invited save for looking like pretty wallflowers. Rabble should not mingle with their betters, he would say. Among other, more colorfully demeaning things. Aurelio offered him a hand, anyway. “I will lead for you.” He said it with a smooth confidence that made Astarion quirk a small, genuine smile. He clasped his left hand into Astarion’s right, holding it outward. “Put your hand on my arm, up here,” he patted Astarion’s bicep gently. The Baldurian vampire held on to him with a false confidence, the one he always put up. “Good. Stand straight,” Aurelio’s hand held just under Astarion’s arm, into his back. He pulled Astarion against him, chest to chest, but not quite flush. Raphael scowled, leaning against an adobe wall.

Spidersilk Sequel to her Majesty's Favorite, Tav lies to Kar'niss, convincing it come with him to challenge Ketheric in the name of the Absolute.

Kar’niss yawped, crawling backwards trying to climb back up but finding no purchase as the mucous of the entryway slid him back down. “No!! No, no, no, no, nonono! My Queen, please! Please! Where is she? This isn’t right!” He panicked, skittering his legs, drow-half leaning against the sinews of the Mindflayer colony. He grimaced as an Intellect Devourer scuttled past, stopped, and seemed to stretch out its brain-body as though to examine him. A facsimile of a guard dog sniffing a friend or foe. “One of us,” it said polyphonically. “Descend. Assemble. Prepare!” Kar’niss’ lips twisted. He stabbed the Intellect Devourer, piercing it through with his legs. It screeched. They both did. “Kar'niss!” Tareth exclaimed, drawing his rapier, pink eyes wild as they cast a worried gaze out towards the ship’s muscled doorways.

#posting abt them forty times helps motivate me to finish them

[see-arcane]

You mentioned Penelosa's uglyness, and it reminded me of the fact that Jonathan never calls Mina's face beautiful or pretty, remarks her youth etc. In fact, one time he describes the aftermath on her face later that day. "She was very, very pale—almost ghastly, and so thin that her lips were drawn away, showing her teeth in somewhat of prominence."

Not only did he not feel repulsed, he stayed up the night after, just looking at her sleeping face ("Her lips are curved and her face beams with happiness..." Later-- "How strange it all is. I sat watching Mina’s happy sleep, and came as near to being happy myself as I suppose I shall ever be.") for hours until she woke up and looked at him in the eyes (to make him promise to keep silent).

WARNING: Spoilers for Arthur Conan Doyle's, "The Parasite" and a giant slab of text ahead.

The thing is, even in "The Parasite," we aren't explicitly told that Miss Penelosa is ugly--she's just immediately put in an unflattering light by the narration of the protagonist, Austin Gilroy. His first estimate of her, well before he lets her try mesmerism on him and gets the unpleasant mind control ball rolling, is:

Any one less like my idea of a West Indian could not be imagined. She was a small, frail creature, well over forty, I should say, with a pale, peaky face, and hair of a very light shade of chestnut. Her presence was insignificant and her manner retiring. In any group of ten women she would have been the last whom one would have picked out. Her eyes were perhaps her most remarkable, and also, I am compelled to say, her least pleasant, feature. They were gray in color, — gray with a shade of green, — and their expression struck me as being decidedly furtive. I wonder if furtive is the word, or should I have said fierce? On second thoughts, feline would have expressed it better. A crutch leaning against the wall told me what was painfully evident when she rose: that one of her legs was crippled.

I was worried even before this that Gilroy would have something to throw in about race, as she's written as being from Trinidad--apparently where the party's host, Prof. Wilson's, wife is also from. The only saving grace*** is that apparently neither Gilroy (nor ACD) felt the need to add explicit racial themes to her being ~visually unpleasant~

An unpleasantness that, to Gilroy, seemingly centers only on her being over 40, a little plain, having a bad leg, and cool-ominous eyes. That's it. The horror of it all. (eyes rolling out of my head)

When compared with the kind of descriptions we get for certain male characters in horror literature, ala Edward Hyde's innate rancid vibes, Erik the Opera Ghost's outright decayed-corpse-bad looks, and Dracula just sweating Instant Dread (c) wherever he goes so that it sends everyone into an uneasy panic? It kind of just looks like ACD wrote a character with some shitty opinions about women who don't exist in the Pretty Perfect Maiden demographic on purpose, the better to have a narrative payoff when Penelosa starts making her legitimately creepy puppet master come-ons and acts of increasingly dangerous vengeance.

Doyle invented Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, two of the most forward-minded characters in literature to ever come out of that era. Along with all the extremely varied characters they help and/or cast icy side-eyes at for being the exact type of haughty prick Gilroy is being before Penelosa pulls the rug out from under him.

This is in addition to Penelosa never really being shown such disdain or disregard by any of the other characters. Mrs. Wilson, for the millisecond of screen time she gets, is obviously still a close friend from their history in Trinidad. Prof. Wilson is too enamored with the potential of her gifts when it comes to his own studies to even remember she has any looks to notice. Gilroy's fiancée, Agatha, is likewise thrilled at her talent and the honor of being tapped to demonstrate it at the party and never makes a sour comment about her.

Well before the villainy kicked in, Gilroy is shown to be the only one being an ass (at least internally) about Penelosa's appearance. Although, we do get some choice words from him later as she starts dancing him along to her whims. Such as:

 I am for the moment at the beck and call of this creature with the crutch. I must come when she wills it. I must do as she wills. Worst of all, I must feel as she wills. I loathe her and fear her, yet, while I am under the spell, she can doubtless make me love her.

He really cannot help mentioning the crutch. Calling back specifically to her physical condition, rather than just sitting with the already-terrifying prospect that is 'This stranger has decided they want me as a lover. I am already in love, already in a relationship, but they have such total control over me that they can walk me along like a doll against my will. This stranger can force me to do anything and I cannot stop them.' In classic literature terms, just as the situation with Dracula and Mina was, it's all but setting up a neon sign declaring, This is the beginnings of enslavement. This is violation waiting to happen. If something is not done, this could very well end with rape.

But no! Got to mention she's handicapped first! An over-40-years-old creature of a woman! Icky!

Meanwhile, here comes Mr. Jonathan Harker.

Mr. Gets a Good Grade in Sweet Young Man Wherever He Goes.

Mr. Holiest Love.

Mr. Would Rather Die Than Join the Sexy Vampire Ladies in Eternal Bloody Undead Harem Hijinks in the Castle.

Mr. I Will Fight God and the Devil and Turn My Blade on My Own Friends Before I Let Mina Be Slain, Even For the "Greater Good."

Mr. She Will Not Go into that Unknown and Terrible Land Alone.

Jonathan Harker and any kind of 'othering' are not on speaking terms. Not before, and certainly not after, being willing to send himself to Hell to protect and/or join Mina in undeath as a monster. He's made of unconditional love for his wife, on top of being a reflexively polite and friendly golden retriever of a man as a rule, and, as you said, never refers to Mina's beauty as one of her attractive traits. He reserves that just for points of her character. He makes out with her in front of their friends when she successfully figures out Dracula's escape route using her sexy sexy wits. He can admit when she's looking ghastly from suffering the ill effects of the whole mess, plus Dracula's bullshit. It never dents his love for her any more than his illness spoiled him in her eyes. The Harkers don't play like that.

Jonathan especially would have no shitty ageist or ableist commentary to make about Penelosa and would, I'd think, be one of the few people--and likely one of the first men--to be outright gentlemanly toward her, simply because that's just how he is. This combination of general kindness, his all-encompassing devotion to the One He Loves, and the implied notes throughout Dracula that he can swing wildly between lash-batting winsome damsel-gentleman and burning-eyed robust berserker cryptid powered by love is the kind of thing that would be catnip to plenty of lonely hearts.

And, unfortunately, is the very thing that would get Miss Penelosa to switch gears from dragging along Gilroy as a victim of opportunity and turning towards the Romance Lottery Jackpot that is Mr. Harker. She wouldn't even have to use her mesmerism hooks on him to have him be cordial and engaging! Imagine that! This is the same guy who got Count Dracula running on tangents about himself for whole nights at a time (and likely saved his neck for Far Longer than he'd have gotten away with if he were to get Gilroy about it).

Jonathan is--like Mina--very good at getting people to open up about themselves and their stories. He'd legit be casually charming and friendly Just Because, never registering Penelosa's looks however good bad or plain they are. Up until things took the inevitable Oh Shit turn, he'd really think he was just making another friend, never batting an eye about Penelosa's appearance, period.

(Something something, 'This person I'm attracted to was nice to me! I Have Decided We Are Soulmates and I Am Going to Keep Them.' taken to nightmare extremes.)

((I'm sure Mina will take all of this well. :^) ))

#in the mood to ramble about yet another project in the 'Jonathan Harker Gets Menaced' cinematic universe #anyway #helen penelosa #is a lot of things worth being terrified about #but Gilroy's shitty takes about a lady daring to be in middle age and have a handicap don't make the cut #austin gilroy #the parasite #arthur conan doyle #jonathan harker #mina harker #dracula #my writing

[ithinkabouttzu]

Hello! I love your BoB headcanon so much I cant NDDNFNDNDNDN

I would like to do a BoB romantic ship request if you’re still up for those ! Please take your time, I have a bunch of stuff down so it could be pretty hard to get through <33

My pronouns are she/her. I have straight, dark black hair that grows a little over my shoulder and dark brown eyes that only shines under really bright light.

I’m an INFP 9w1– initially when talking to new people I’ll usually express curiosity and be soft-spoken to the extreme level cuz I sorta have social anxiety, it’s been getting more manageable but I’ve been moving around a lot so…

I pretty much have a (chaotic) golden retriever energy and am really fond of joking around once I get to know someone. My sense of humour is beyond repair: a mix of dad jokes and bad puns.

The jokes aside, I’m pretty affectionate after getting to know someone and will actively let them rant to me whenever. I also geek about things I’m interested in every now and then.

If someone is able to put up with my weird I’m also really supportive + try my best to help them in any ways I can, since I enjoy helping people.

Sometimes I get closed off after getting to know someone mainly because I have a lot of self-doubt and scared of hurting them and myself in the process? It’s a weird thing. Mostly because I keep moving and have never really settled for a while.

My love language are words of affirmation and physical touch mainly, the lateral only reserved for people whom I’m really close to. It takes a while to get close to me but once I love you I am an absolute mess, completely smitten. I’m a lot more soft and jokes are less chaotic. Cuddles and hugs r a must !!

If someone comes up to me and asks me out I’d cease to function tbh. My autopilot response is “oh sure!” no matter who it is. If it’s someone I have a crush on (usually someone I’ve known for a bit) I’d probably be stunned for a really long time lmao… like “are you sure?? Like a romantic thing frfr. Like uhhhh-” Fumbling with words x100

My hobbies are drawing, watching films, and listening to relaxing music! I also do funky voices and accents for fun when I’m doing the dishes to make it less tedious.

My favourite season is probably autumn or spring. I’m bilingual and am learning French, German, and Japanese fundamentals.

Thank you for your patience! I sorry that this is so long I kinda popped off 😭

Thank you for your request lovely! <33

I ship you with…

Shifty Powers!

song recommendation: The Way You Look Tonight - Frank Sinatra

- okay let me start off by saying how cute you guys would be together like i’m shipping it so hard

- He would be so enamored by your beauty at first glance, like you make him so so nervous LOL, but he could literally stare at you for hours if he wanted too

- You guys would be that couple that balances each other out so well, like you have this fun, chaotic (in a good way) energy, and he’s more calm and relaxed

- but he still totally supports your chaotic-ness and will 100% laugh at all of your jokes

- At first, your guys’ relationship would be a bit slow, not because you guys don’t like each other or anything, but because both of you are lowkey crushing hard on the other and y’all’s social anxiety gets the best of y’all

- both of you are so nervous around each other at first and its so cute omg, like all of your, and his friends, would try to get one or the other to go talk with the other person and it’s adorable

- but once you guys warm up to each other, you guys could talk to each other for hours, it’s more like you’re the one talking and he’s the one listening but either way both of you enjoy talking to one another

- I think he’d be the one to ask you out, after severe convincing from the guys (not because he didn’t want to, but because he was NERVOUS) he would plan it for a while, maybe get some roses and your favorite chocolates before asking you out

- He would wait until the time is right before asking the question, it would be something like, “If you wanna, would you maybe want to go out for dinner sometime, only if you’d like, of course” He would be so sweet and gentle about the whole thing

- The relationship between y’all is unmatched, like you guys can talk to each other about just about anything, he’s more of the calmer version of you but he’s always down for some fun!

- If you started to get closed off with him, he’d worry and think that you lost feelings, or that he did something wrong, he would ask you after a couple days of ignoring him, and you would finally tell him how you feel and your worries in the relationship, he would be so reassuring to you that he would never hurt or break your heart, and that he would always be there for you

- ugh and both of y’all are so cute and affectionate with one another, like always cuddling and hugging, Shifty never fails to remind you how much he loves you, whether it’s actually saying it, or showing it to you in other ways, he really cares about you and your feelings

- Don’t even get me started on how sweet he is with you though, like this man is such a gentleman, every date with him, his hospitality never slims down, he’s always going to open a door for you, hold your hand, walk on the sidewalk closest to the road, use his manners, all of the best qualities a boyfriend can have

- And say when you’re having bad days, he’s so supportive, he will definitely listen to you and validate your feelings 100%, if you ever need someone to talk to he’s the perfect person to go to

- he thinks you’re so funny naturally, like you could say something random that you didn’t even think was funny and he would bust out laughing, he thinks you are the best person to be silly with for sure

- he loves watching films and movies with you, it’s one of the moments where he just gets to cuddle up with you and watch a good movie, both of you can just relax together and that’s what’s so nice about it

- and during autumn time Shifty will make SURE to take you to the Appalachians to see all of the pretty fall colors there

- honestly, he really enjoys watching you draw, like he thinks there’s something so therapeutic about it to just watch you express yourself onto a piece of paper, ik that sounds a bit deep but he just thinks of it that way

- if you are practicing any of your languages, please teach him some of it too! He would honestly be so curious towards it and might even be down to learn a few words!

- you guys are always helpful towards each other and will always be there if the other one needs it, communication is always a key in your guys relationship and telling each other what’s wrong or what they can do to help is always helpful!

- but overall, you guys would be so good for each other, you guys would be bestfriends, and lovers at the same time, the dynamic between you two would be absolutely golden and I think it would workout so well together.

Thank you again for your request! Hope you enjoy! :) 💛💖

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