#when does lizzie give birth

[lizzieislife94x]

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Another update for yall 😇 assssssss always requests are open my loves.

Lizzies POV:

I groan and rub my templates as my extremely attractive new assistant trip's sending the coffees flying this girl can't do anything right I only hired her because I wanna have her "I'm sorry I'm so sorry miss olsen ill get it cleaned and get some more im so sorry" she panics making me look at her god she's so fucking adorable "y/n take a seat just leave it ill get it cleaned after work hours, I need you to go book an appointment for a new client for Thursday can you do that " I say a little annoyed as smiles and nods "yes I can do that easy!" With that she jumps out of the chair and leaves my office.

Y/ns POV:

I can't help but curse myself why am I so clumsy why does she make my brain forget how to brain I sigh and dial the number lizzie gave me as a woman quickly answers

Hey my names y/n I'm calling on behalf of miss olsen she asked me to arrange an appointment for Thursday. I say waiting for a reply

Thursday is perfect this Thursday or next Thursday y/n. I hear as I start to panic fuck shit she just said Thursday is it tomorrow or next week

Umm I uh next Thursday, thank you have a great day. I quickly hang up the phone as I gron leaning against the table.

4 hours later:

"See you tomorrow miss olsen" I say as I head out to leave the building "I need you tomorrow bright and early don't be late" her tone is matter of fact making me gulp "yes miss olsen see you tomorrow"

Next Day:

Y/ns POV:

I take a deep breath before walking into the office "you got this y/n don't let her make your brain stop you can function like a normal human being" I whisper to myself before making my way up to the top of the building "morning y/n I think you should turn around and leave" Joe one of my co workers states making me panic "lizzie is on the war path she had everything ready for the meeting with the new client this morning only to find its booked for next week" I groan and cover my face "fuck I panicked when she asked what Thursday and lizzie didn't tell me it was meant to be today" I whisper as her door swings open "y/n my office now!!!" She yells slamming the door making my blood run cold tears threaten to run from my eyes as I make my way into her office "damn it! Y/n how could you fuck this up" I don't dare look at her "you didn't tell me it was for today I panicked and said next week" I whisper my voice failing me "don't give me the tears it was a simple task and you somehow fucked it up how is that possible" I sniff and look up "I'm sorry miss olsen ill do better" she laughs folding her arms "I think I should teach you a lesson right here huh?" I look at her confused wiping my eyes "please don't fire me miss olsen this is the only sorce of income I have " I pleade as she smirks sitting down "oh I'm not going to fire you be a good girl and go make sure the blinds are closed" I stand up confused as I close them "now come here I'm going to make that cute little ass red bend over the desk and show mommy your ass" her change of tone turning me on what the fuck is happening I slowly do as I'm told till I'm bent over my bosses desk her hands running down my back gently rubbing my ass making me bite my lip "you've been asking for this since you started such a clumsy girl can never do anything right huh, I think you need mommy to teach you " I let our a loud audible moan at her words making lizzie laugh "pl...please teach me mo..m..my" I beg as I feel her stand behind be pulling my ass flush against her waist the feeling of something hard pressing into me "can you feel what you do to me y/n" she whispers into my ear as I nod trying to press my ass into her harder "oh don't worry you'll get mommy's cock and load soon but first I gotta mark that ass of yours princess " I turn slightly as I bite my lip "I.. I.. I'm not on birth control" I stutter as she slaps my ass hard making me moan again "even better you'd love to be full of my seed with my baby growing in your cute little stomach" I nod slowly as she pushes my dress up over my ass "never knew you where a thong girl" she grins pulling my now drenched thong down my legs making me instantly spread my legs a groan falling from her lips as her fingers gently tease my soaking entrance "fuck" I cry out needing more her laugh ringing in my ear "I want you to count how many times I spank your ass can you do that properly? Can you count for mommy" she mocks as I nod her hand slamming onto my right ass cheek "one" I yelp suddenly another and another and another till she finally stops at 10, my ass feeling its on fire "my hand print looks good on your ass" she whispers biting my ear as she unbuttons her pants "so fucking hard thinking about making you take my dick" I turn with my back now on the desk needing to see her "fuck" I pant as she holds her hard cock in her hand "don't worry princess you'll be able to take it " she smirks as she steps closer teasing my dripping pussy "mommy please...Don.. t tease me" I beg as she finally pushes her whole length inside me making me scream "that's it sweetheart let them all hear how good mommy makes you feel" the rest of the world forgotten as I moan like never before as she runs her hand up my body my body grabbing my tits "gonna make you mine slut" she moans her thrusts somehow getting faster the feeling of her deep inside me hitting spots no one ever has has my whole body shaking "shit don't stop oh my fucking godddddddd I'm gonna cum"

I scream as I start to cum lizzies grin getting bigger as she continues to pound me not letting me recover "such a tight little pussy fuck it's like it was made for me" she leans down kissing me as pounds and pounds "fu...ck mommy" I moan against her lips for only her to hear "if you fuck up from now on I'm gonna fuck your brains out baby" I smirk as my eyes roll "that's just gonna make me do it on purpose" she moans as she slows her thrusts "so fucking naughty, I'm close sweetheart gonna fill your pussy" she moans her eyes closing as her thrusts get harder my second orgasm seconds away as I feel her hot sticky seed filling my unprotected pussy sending me over the edge making me cum harder than I ever have my body trembling as the pleasure rushes through me lizzie slamming deep inside me holding still "fuck y/n" she moans into my ear both of us recovering from the intense orgasm "now you gotta walk around with my cum leaking out of this well fucked cunt" she smirks teasing my clit making me shake "I don't even care" I giggle as she pulls out quickly fixing my panties for me "that was better than I've pictured" she smirks cupping my cheeks leaving a gentle kiss on my lips as she fixes her pants before sitting on her chair pulling me into her lap "but we do need to talk about all these mistakes sweetheart" I feel my cheeks blush and hide my face "it's because of you" lizzie looks at me shocked and confused "what do you mean" I groan as she grips my chin making me look at her "you make my brain short circuit like I know I can do the work but you somehow make my brain stop " she laughs cuddling into me "well I'm sure we can start to fix it from now on huh" I smile and nod as I cuddle into her a loud knock making me jump "go away come back in an hour" I giggle as she laughs "I want time with you they can wait" I smile and trace patterns on her neck as we cuddle in comfortable silence.

AN: hope this is OK 👍 drink water and stay hydrated babes 💗 word count 1.5k

#elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #fanfic #wattpad #oneshot #smut #mcu fanfiction #marvel mcu #mcu #lizzieislife94x #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff #wandavision #wanda marvel #wanda mcu #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximommy #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda smut

[minecraftbookshelf]

In the Marriage of State au what are the naming traditions for the different empires. Like in some cultures people are named in a set way or set time after birth and I was wondering considering the different lifespans, way of life, (and with the sea folk) way of birth, and varying different religions how that would go with the different empires

So for most of the empires I actually haven't really thought of How Names except for the ones that I have where I have thought about it In Detail.

(This is mostly the fae/adjacent people and the sea-folk)

For the Sea Folk my main thought is that, if they are the variety that only have one or two eggs at a time, they give names to the eggs once they pass a certain point in development. These names are formatted like nicknames, but are considered the infants first, official name and older family members will often refer to the individual by that for their entire life. (Lizzie's nickname for Jimmy does not translate well at all. In most surface languages it more or less directly translates to "small damaged egg" which leaves out the Oceanic connotations of "beat the odds and lived"). Some Sea Folk have much larger clusters of eggs, and a much lower survival rate of said eggs. These children generally aren't named until well after they've hatched, when they've demonstrated they will likely be surviving. Jimmy and Lizzie are actually technically closer to the second option, though they aren't quite either. However Jimmy was the only surviving egg out of the entire God Roe, so Lizzie named him partly out of spite and partly out of desperate loneliness.

I talked a little bit about Names and Titles in Katherine's How To Become an Emperor for Dummies post. The Fae collect names their entire lives, the core of which is their True Name. (Katherine's is Katherine Elizabeth). Fae are not named when they are born, they discover their names themselves. They spend their childhoods going by various nicknames, usually called different things by different people. Based off the relevant relationships. Once they discover their name they "stabilize" and it becomes very obvious to other fae that they have figured out Who They Are.

I have a sort of vague idea of Mezaleans earning a new name after passing through the Mother Tree but nothing concrete there.

Rivendell...Rivendell names are another thing I've adapted from Tolkien's work. It isn't exact but is very, very much based off of it. Elves are given one name at birth and one name before they leave the home for the first time. Their first name is usually given by the parent who carried them and is name given using Foresight (of the vaguely prophetic variety) about Who The Child Will Be. This is not a name that is shared outside of the immediate family, everyone else during this time when it is the only name the child has refers to them as "son/daughter/child of [head of household name]" (They do keep the patronyms as well, though those aren't usually used outside of official documents, once this phase of life is finished) Before they leave the home for the first time, their other parent (or one of their other parents, if relevant) gives them a name based off of observations of who the child is now. This will be the name by which they are introduced to society and the world at large. (These names are often shorthanded as Mother/Father names, though it is worth noting that these terms are more related to roles as opposed to genders, culturally speaking) Of these two names, their Mother/First name is kept private their entire lives, and functions much the same as a True Name, carrying with it a lot of the same power. The Father/Second name is less integral to their identity as a person. For example, Scott Smajor. Scott is his Mother Name and Smajor his Father Name. So Smajor is how most people know and refer to him. Xornoth is actually a bit of an outlier here, and is also the reason i have such settled world-building. Because Xornoth is not their mother name or father name. It is a name they gave themself. Their first two names are, culturally, dead names; in a way that has absolutely nothing to do with gender and everything to do with expectations and perceptions.

#ask and it shall be answered #Anonymous #marriage of state au #rain rambles #empires smp #empires s1 #solidaritygaming #ldshadowlady #seablings #katherineelizabeth #smajor1995 #xornoth #rivendell siblings #were not going to talk about the clashing aesthetics of names #we are just pretending we do not see it #its the only way i can stay sane about all this #mos: worldbuilding #mos: asks #mos: ocean alliance #mos: seablings #mos: lizzie #mos: jimmy #mos: mezalea #mos: the overgrown #mos: katherine #mos: rivendell #mos: rivendell siblings #mos: xornoth #mos: scott

[muttsterion]

Do you have any theories about why Kenny wears his parka over his mouth? And why he never takes his gloves off when everyone else does? Even Lizzy, who wears a similar hooded coat, leaves her face unobscured

Hmmm….well I did have some headcannons on why Kenny mostly keeps himself covered and hidden away in his orange parka. Ha I know some peeps with the re-birth theory have it that no scars from his previous deaths stay with him since he supposedly gets a brand new body to be re-born in. But I could see his death scars still following him even onto the new body…only he and other immortals or others that can somehow remember his curse can see them…but the scars bother him and so he keeps himself tucked away in his orange coat…I also feel the parka adds a bit of comfort to him. It's not much but it gives him a bit of security acting much like a security blanket he wears wherever he goes…

That could be part of it for his mouth as well?….I don't think I have a reason for that…maybe he gets cold around the mouth area? I know sometimes here in winter it's freezing enough for me to pull my hood up and cover my face with it it provides extra warmth. So maybe Kenny does the same thing? XD Or maybe there's some scarring around his mouth or a missing tooth/teeth? Maybe he just feels comfortable with the hood wrapped around his head/mouth? And maybe it's the same for the gloves? Maybe his hands are cold? Ha I do have a personal hc that his body temp depends on how recently he died and reincarnated…when he's just been recently reborn/reincarnated his body/hands are ice/ghost cold like zombie hands. The longer he's been alive the warmer his body and hands are ha that's the blood having to recirculate through his system have fun with that if you want. XD

Or maybe his hands also have death marks all over them…do you think maybe sometimes he's reborn/reincarnated with missing fingers? Like how some theories/headcanons (that I love to go with myself) have him being reincarnated in a body that's slightly different from the last….so ha in theory just with nature's roulette he could be born with stuff that's missing and he has to roll with it...ok that went on a bit longer and more in depth than I intended it to. But there's some possible theories for ya. I probably could think of more later on. XD

#South Park #Kenny McCormick #hope you enjoy another essay and the Kenny madness XD

[rocknrolloccultist93]

The Soulless Vincent Theory

Ok so, this is something I typed out on Discord on a whim but I've been thinking about it FOREVER and needed an excuse to finally put it into words that make sense. TW because the Black Butler lore is fucked up, obviously. Also sorry for the lack of paragraphs

Am I the only one who thinks it's possible that Vincent either has no soul or only has a partial soul? Assuming Undertaker is the father, it could be the case that reapers aren't allowed to "meddle in human affairs" because only two humans can create a child with a whole soul. We know reapers should be able to have children because they're essentially in an OP human body (and Grelle's whole motivation in the Jack the Ripper arc revolves around being jealous of cis women specifically which suggests that if she were a cis woman, she'd be able to have children, reaper or not.) This would also make sense of the "new recruits" (citing the reaper ova here) seemingly being all the same age and younger than the on-duty reapers. If reapers have children together, they can't give birth to a body with a soul unless there's a fresh suicide victim's soul waiting in the wings, because if they could, there would be no shortage of staff for Will to complain about. Back to Undertaker though, if he had children with Cloudia, just as in real genetics, they'd have a mix of the parents' traits. So, maybe Francis got the white hair and wicked fighting skills, and Vincent got the lack of a soul. There's something wrong about Vincent's demeanor to me. He's always smiling, it's basically his neutral expression. We almost never see him actually emote about anything, and though he does seem to care about others (his family, for example), so does Real Ciel, who we know for a fact, doesn't have a soul. The same behavior we see in Vincent, we see in real Ciel, not just because they're father and son, but because they both lack a soul. Real Ciel does act more like Vincent in the flashbacks, but not to that extent. He clearly emotes and cares deeply about his brother and his family, to the extent that he wants to give up his position as earl to be with Our Ciel forever. We see no such concern in Bizarre Doll Ciel, who actively sabotages everything his brother worked for and forces him to go on the run. He no longer seems to care for Our Ciel's safety. Similarly, Vincent doesn't even think to train both the boys in the same manner to take over the earldom and title as watchdog, even though there's a chance the younger might have to. Francis on the other hand, trains both her children the same way, because whether or not they're going down the same path, they're still skills that will help them survive and succeed. Vincent, frankly, doesn't seem to care that much about the younger twin's ability to thrive after he's gone. Real Ciel doesn't lack the empathy required to care about others when they're not benefitting him, neither does Our Ciel despite his attitude. Vincent and Bizarre Doll Ciel do. They know enough about human emotions to say what's expected of them. Of course BD Ciel cares about Lizzie, because she's supposed to marry him. Of course Vincent cares about the elder sibling, because he's supposed to take his place as Earl and Watchdog. The people these two care about benefit them in some way. Our Ciel cares about people regardless. He has no reason to let Prince Soma and Agni watch his townhouse, he could just order Sebastian to prevent intruders either himself or by hiring guards. Soma annoys him, but Our Ciel keeps him around despite that.

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #undertaker #ciel phamtonhive #grelle sutcliff #vincent phantomhive #Cloudia p #soulless vincent theory

[ria-writes-stories]

Dark red roses

Ship: Dizzy Genre: Romance, Glass Description: Why? Why did she do it? How could she…? How could…she… @exotic-dinostuff -----------------------

(No one's pov)

Heaven, hell, whatever silly things human made up the drones were irrelevant to, and yet, they opted to be human. They dressed like humans once did, they customized their basic equipment to their personality, they learned to grow as a society, a sloppy one, but they still managed to function. They had children, families, hobbies, ranks, titles, jobs, and what not, but… some were more away than others. Some were more awake than others, not necessarily because they lived longer, but because they were different and not in a good way, at least not for them…

"Ew, it didn't kill her. Oh my God!" Lizzy said as she covered her mouth and ran off with Doll, as the Russian drone simply giggled at the comment. Such things are horrible, terribly awful, to witness, to be a part of, but Lizzy wasn't bothered by it, just like many other drones she only cared for her skin and she was oblivious to others. Real bonds were never made between drones, and those aware, like Doll, had to go through the pain of it. Doll adored Lizzy. Her smile, her attitude, her confidence, she loved her beyond anything else, but did the other girl love her the same…? She had not a clue… sure, she smiled, sure she talked to her, sure they act close, but was she loved? Home and School were two different worlds. Perhaps her house was more quiet, but in that silence there was sincere warmth and comfort despite the coldness of emptiness. When we compare the loud words to the silence, Doll would choose the silence, it was how she could best show her love and care, it wasn't her fault, and there was nothing wrong with this behaviour, but she'd feel her soul hurt, ever so slightly, to see Lizzy talk so much, about this and that, but never look at her in silence. Was Lizzy ever thinking of her like she was? Was Lizzy in love with her? Did Lizzy even ever consider them…?

Hard is the life of a lonely Russian girl. Popular or not, it doesn't exclude the possibility of feeling alone. Lizzy was her everything besides her parents, but that was only natural right? To love something out of yourself, to love something that is not bound by birth to be loved by you, right? Yeah, it must be right, but then, why does it not feel like she loves her as well? Maybe because they never established what they were, maybe they were both scared and shy in their own manner, maybe they just needed a nudge, a push, a step…and Doll was more than ready to take that step for her, but how…? How would she even do it? Doll decided to observe Rebecca for this task. Rebecca was in a relationship with Darren, they seemed happy, or well, the best you could make out of whatever they had…she tried to figure out how she should treat her situation with patterns in their relations but it didn't work, for Doll quickly came to the realisation that whatever was between Rebecca and Darren was nothing compared to what she had for Lizzy. It was nothing compared to how she felt about her, nothing compared to how the oil in her system moved in her body just to see Lizzy one more day.

She looked for ways to make her happy, and the one that was the most successful so far was to let her talk while she listened, it worked, sure but it was the same old. So, she turned to the two people she could trust the most when it came to things like this. Her parents, and soon, she had multiple tools to use.

She would open the doors for Lizzy to walk in first, she would spent hours making roses out of whatever materials she could find, each time she painted the petals differently. She began with light roses, white, then yellow, after that pale orange, and then a soft pink, just like her perfect eyes. Little by little the color of the rose bouquets were darker and darker, but Doll couldn't always give Lizzy iron roses, crafted by her hands, so, she got creative. She'd get her accessories with roses, clothes with rose patterns, each time a darker shade than the one before.

Lizzy loved receiving these gifts, she loves having new outfits or new items to complete her outfits, so all of these gifts were more than welcomed, but was Lizzy understanding fully what they meant?

Her parents taught her how to court a lady without batting an eye, how to treat her, how to talk to her, how to act around her regardless of how she perceives these acts. So, what's with the roses? Well, they're meant to represent her ever growing love, from white roses, all the way to dark red roses, but there were so many shades to go through that each time Doll fantasised of the perfect moment to give her the deep red roses, the moment would pass and Lizzy still wouldn't receive those red roses, because there were simply that many shades, so, she decided that she will give her that bouquet right before prom, it would be perfect, the ideal moment, but, things never go according to plan, do they?

Doll's parents were gone, and without them, Lizzy in truth became her entire world. The pain, the anger, it blinded her, and yet she was still half conscious about her plan to win her over, so despite Uzi being in her bathroom and soon to be disposed of, Doll took in a deep breath and gave Lizzy the ever so cherished bouquet. "Oh- uh- thanks." Lizzy said with a small smile as she took the flowers, but very soon she placed them away, turning around, her back facing Doll as she had a look of remorse on her face.

Lizzy felt beyond guilty. Doll was gone. Her Doll was gone, dead and buried. Lizzy noticed the sign early on, but she was a coward, she was always one, and now it costed her the being she loved the most in this damned colony. She didn't understand her feelings, she didn't understand what she had until she lost it. The day Doll's parents died Lizzy could only blame Uzi for it, if it wasn't for that stupid short girl Doll's parents would be alive, and Doll would be hers, her Doll would be with her, but it wasn't meant to be, not anymore. Lizzy wanted to be angry, she wanted to be angry at someone, but she couldn't she was just sad. The moment she saw the emptiness in Doll's gaze she did all that she could, all that she would usually do that got her to smile and laugh but she failed miserably, and that is when she realised she lost her. That is when she went home and cried her heart out into her pillow, aching over a love that never got a chance to bloom.

Doll changed so much, she became colder, was she always this cold? No… No she wasn't. She was amazing, she was perfect, she was elegant, intelligent, determined, hard working, she was everything that one could possibly look up to, but too much is too much. When Doll's parents died, she died as well, because her Doll was gone. She was there, sure, she looked the same, she walked around the same, she was still as quiet as per usual, but she didn't laugh, not anymore, and when she'd smile or laugh, it was sick. Lizzy saw it. She saw Doll smile so widely while taking the life of someone innocent. She blamed herself for this. Was Doll taking after her on this? Lizzy bullied Uzi for as long as she can remember, not an everyday activity, but she surely had a hand in making her an outcast and commenting poorly on her whenever the opportunity awakened, was this why Doll was cruel as well? Was this why Doll was so awful, doing anything needed to get what she wants? Was this her doing? Of course it was. Doll was one of the most wonderful things in her life, and she ruined her, she damaged her for so long without realizing, and when a strong blow came her way she collapsed, and now, all that Lizzy was left was with a memory of who she once loved. She didn't feel it was fair. She didn't like what she had to do for Doll. She didn't like the idea that someone more will die for the sake of Doll's plan, even if it was the person directly responsible for the two parents that have passed away. She just couldn't do this to anyone anymore, she couldn't do this to herself anymore.

The prom came, and as expected, her Doll was gone, remorse, guilt, pain. Her heart bled out, it screamed in misery and pain, it begged and pleaded, but nothing was changing in Doll's gaze, all the while her own pink neon eyes were going through the five stages of grief. "On second thoughts, you're way hotter than Doll! Save yourself idiot!" And soon enough Lizzy had to witness once more the atrocities this monster was capable of. Her Doll was long dead, instead a wicked and sick beast took her empty body as a vessel for it's own purposes. She got tosses to the side like a used glove and nothing more, Doll would never do this, and yet here we are.

It wasn't until way later once all of it was done with that Doll laid on the cold snowy ground near an abandoned building, that all the pain hit her at once. She did everything right didn't she? She went through all of the steps for the plan to work, yet it didn't. She failed, and right at the last step, maybe if she would have leapt instead something would have been different…but she failed. Her world, her everything, all that she ever loved, it was all gone, taking a piece of her soul more. She saw the look in Lizzy's eyes. She heard her words. In the moment she was beyond enraged, but now? Now she realised that all she ever had was gone. She was in shambles, and she couldn't cry even ever so slightly about it. When did all go down? What mistakes has she done? What was she paying for? Sure, she has killed those prom queens, but otherwise she would have died, it's not like she had a choice, she couldn't just let herself pass on, she had to avenge her parents, she had to stay alive, for Lizzy, she had to be there. Now, she was alive and well, but she had no one.

She kept a distance, but she watched, she watched and waited, prying on the perfect moment, but no matter how much she looked, Lizzy didn't seem affected by her missing at all, she didn't even bat an eye. She was nowhere to be found. The Lizzy she adored was no longer there. No. No she was right there, she was standing there, next to the killer of her parents, unfazed even in the slightest that she was next to something that could snap her neck without the slightest feelings of remorse. That was Lizzy, that was the Lizzy she knew, so then what happened? Why didn't she feel anything? There was no anger, there was no sadness, no frustration, just disapointed. Has she fallen out of love? Is that what happened? No, it couldn't be, it shouldn't be. She loved her for so long, what reasons would she have to no longer care for her? But what reasons would Lizzy have to love her? They've changed, the both of them, and they grew apart. It felt as if something promised to you has been snatched away right in front of your eyes, and you can't even do as much as to fight for it, but why…? She fought her battles alone so far? What has changed? Lizzy wouldn't hold her at the end of the day anymore. She wouldn't look at her. She wouldn't feel anything for her. She became worse than the monsters that doomed her life, and now the only person she had left no longer loved her.

Lizzy was still grieving. She missed what they had, but she didn't miss the beast. She didn't miss the vial beast that wouldn't hesitate to dispose of her if she didn't do as told. She didn't miss the monster that was wearing as a mask, the face of the one she once loved. However it was still so extremely difficult to accept that the person you cared for so dearly was long, but not only were they gone, they were completely erased from the face of the planet, and she didn't realise that until recently. Doll was long dead, and she missed the exact moment that she died, the time to cry was gone, and now it was time to grief and move on, so Lizzy was left unable to shed even a tear.

A bouquet of dark red roses was buried in the snow, alongside two hearts who were no longer allowed to love each other anymore, however, only one of them has lost everything.

The End

#murder drones #murder drones lizzy #murder droness doll #murder drones dizzy #murder drones fanfiction

[a-strange-inkling]

What other names were you thinking about when u named Livvy and Maggie? I can't wait to read about Chrissy giving birth and the girls meeting each other. Does Livvy instantly love Maggie? ❤️

OMG It feels so long ago when I just sat and meditated on names for the Munson girls! They’re just so solidified now. Olivia was always Olivia when she was fully conceptualized, it was one of my first ideas and it just felt right immediately. For Maggie, I wanted an M name and was bouncing around Molly (Chrissy’s OG name) Mia, Millie, Mari (Marigold) but once I heard Maggie May in my head, my search was done lol some other thoughts for neither one in particular were Rosie (for Rosie Cotton), Lizzie (for Elizabeth Bennet and Chrissy’s middle name), Julia, Marnie, Emma, Chloe, etc…

Eee I can’t wait for those stories either! 🥰

And very much, yes! Livvy loves Maggie on sight! She was so excited to meet her and so happy that she was going to be girl and that she was going to have a little sister. That’s her baby! She’s besotted with her and just adores her. She always wants to hold her, and Eddie lets her sit on his lap so he can help her to.

“Got to be so careful, bug, she’s so tiny,” he tells her, showing her how.

“So careful,” Olivia repeats, keeping her little arms looped around the infant. “I be so careful, Daddy. Aw, look baby, my baby.”

“Your baby, huh?” he chuckles.

“Yes, my baby.”

“Isn’t she my baby too?”

“Um um, well atually… she’s my baby.”

“Can’t we share her?”

“Ummm no, my baby.”

“Our baby?”

“No Daddy, my baby.”

#this is an ongoing debate 😆 #eddissy #hellcheer #munningham #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic #old haunts #hellcheer babies #maggie munson #livvy munson

[thedo0zyslider]

Since we've gotten a few chapters into the arranged marriage fic, I thought I should post some information about the characters i jotted down a few months ago :]

(This'll be a pretty long post haha. I've had so many thought about these sillies)

Since the story starts when they're young, I had to pit in some thoughts towards their family structures. And I didn't wanna give everyone a nuclear family, so I made sure they all had their own unique experiences

Jimmy and Lizzie's family has already been shown. It's just the two of them and their mom, and their father passed away when Jimmy was a baby. The royal family has very mixed heritage (since Jimmy’s a cod and Lizzie is a more axolotol like merfolk) much to their mothers dislike. Because she sucks. Their father was probably from the codlands or atleast their grandparents on one side were. Lizzie is more scared of their mother (a fear hardwired into her since she was little by constant pressure to be perfect or else) than Jimmy is (who feels like he has to stand up for himself because no one else will/to be recognized for who he is) and it ends up casuing some rifts between them, especially in regards to Jimmy transitioning

Sausage wasn't actually born into royal life, the current queen adopted him. If someone asks about it he says it's a long story, but basically his side of the family was disgraced for some reason a long time ago, and his parents (and maybe siblings) passed in an accident one night. And the queen wasn't just going to let her own blood be orphaned. They're not very such on how exactly theyre related, but Sausage calls the Queen his tía. They're relationship is pretty positive and he's usually following her around when he's bored.

Joel's family consists of just him and his parents. They all get along pretty well, his mother sharing his love of architecture and his father enjoyed the little pranks he pulls. Its overall a very healthy dynamic, and his parents also view Jimmy specifically as a second son (along with being very accepting of him). They serve as a contrast to the shitshow that is the Ocean Queen and her children.

I've always imagined Pix as being the oldest of the group (by a good bit too) in everything I've written, so I don't really seem him with parents? Though am!Pix des have his uncle, the current/soon to be retired king of Pixandria (I can't remember if he's retired or not by the end of chapter one lol.) His uncle is more extroverted than he is, but Pix gets along well with him. They also share the weird Vigil related powers/visions, though Pix has stronger ones than his uncle does.

Scott and Xornorth seem to also contrast Jimmy’s family, but the inner workings are a little more complicated. They actually share more things in common (so do fWhip and Gem, but we'll talk about them in a minute.) Rivendell royal family cosnistnts of a King, Queen, and the two princes. Both eleves get along with one parent more than the other. Xornoth likes their mother more and Scott likes their father. But there is a lot of pressure on both children to be proper and perfect, even if Xornoth is inheriting most of the power and influence since they're the eldest. For now anyways.

Pearl's family just consists of her and her father, and whatever wayward aunt or cousins drops by from time to time. Pearl was also adopted, like Sausage. But unlike him she wasn't already royal before that. Her family was the one chosen to lead when Gilded Hilenthia became a empire, since its still a pretty young one. Pearl loves her adopted father very much, and tries not to fret over her biological parents a lot. She hopes they gave her up for a good reason. And if they didn't, she wouldn't want to know. She's pretty content with how her life has gone, so she doesn't see much need to dig up a possibly upsetting past and risk losing it. Though sometimes she does wonder...

Joey has both of his birth parents, and no siblings. The lost empire is also pretty easygoing, so there aren't many standards he has to follow. He thinks his parents are laid back and amazing, and just doesn't get all the stress his peers go through. And then he express that in the rudest way possible, because he's Joey and a little spoiled brat sometimes.

fWhip and Gem's parents have recently gone through a divorce. And by recently I mean like, a few months before chapter one recently. Everything still pretty fresh, and they're seemingly "perfect" family has been overturned. Though looking back, both twins can definitely see the cracks showing. Their mother and father agrue a lot, with tends to sour any family visits. Which sucks, because it's the only time the twins really get to see each other, after almost being inseparable for about fifteen years. And neither of their parengs have very healthy coping mechnisms. I don't think they waht to hurt their children, it just happens. And was probably always going to happen with a relationship this strained. Gem is trying to fit into a peacemaker role, while fWhip just wants them to do the much healthier avoid each other if they agrue everytime. Safe to say it's causing some cracks in the twins dynamic.

Katheirne lives with both her parents, and the House Blossom royal family is said to be very fun and welcoming. And also big on parties. They give her some stress over her future duties as queen, but nothing to the extent of what her peers get. Her mother and father also aren't against housing any poor soul that needs it within the castle walsl, which had rubbed off on Kathrine.

Shrub lives with both her parents and her grandmother, who actually adopted her father when he was little. The four gnomes are very close to each other, and its normally to see two or more of them together. The only time their separate is when they need personal alone time, or something important had come up. Shrub loves her parents, but she really loves spending time with and learning a lot for her grandmother.

The next thing I had written down pre-fic was their ages, but only as of chapter one. By chapter four it's been about a year and a half, so just add that to these ages below if you must. (We'll get an age recount once I get the timeline more in order + once empires s1 plotting officially starts)

In order from oldest to youngest:

Pix - 21

Xornoth - 19

Lizzie - 17

Pearl - 16

Joey - 16

Sausage - 16

Scott - 15

fWhip - 15

Gem - 15

Joel - 15

Katherine - 14

Shrub - 14

Jimmy - 14

(And yes, Jimmy is the baby of the group. Shrub is a few months older than him, and Katherine is older than both of them by a handful of months as well. That orderinv goes for all 16 and 15 year Olds as well. [Pearl is the oldest of her year, while Scott is the oldest of his])

Adding 1 1/2 years onto those ages, chapter four tales place when Jimmy is 15 turning 16 and Fwhip will turn 17 by like..... chapter 12-14, looking ag my outline

Thats all! Hope you enoted the read :] it was fun getting all these thoughts out haha

#ron.txt #empires smp #Not gonna maintag it much #for later #<- I'll probably need to reference it again at some point #tw child abuse #tw transphobia #<- either mentioned/referenced #ily (im not supossed too)

[fingersinmyhair]

Heey Billy I saw that you wanted some Eric newlon/ John Carver requests so here are some different fanfic ideas ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

1. Eric takes the reader on a date but everything that could go wrong does go wrong. For example the restaurant messed up his reservation so they have to go somewhere else and then it starts raining. So at the end of the night Eric all bummed out that his date went all wrong but then reader tells him that they had a great time because they got to spend time with him and that they didn't care what they did as long as they were together

2. Let's say John was about to get rid of another victim but when he's about to do so he finds out that this man is an alcoholic and treats his spouse or kid (up to you really) really shitty. The man berates them yells at them saying they can't do anything right and that they wish never married or had them and that they were a mistake and wish they just never existed and how they're the reason he's like this

3. You know the scene where Eric was questioning one of the main girls about the Black Friday night You could do that but with the reader maybe they work there that night and they got hurt maybe they lost an arm or leg and was very hurt when they saw that douchebag's video that was making fun of everything that happened that night they goes to Eric and tells him everything they knows

4. Maybe you could do headcanons about Eric and his daughter from that previous request I sent you or a part two of the fic or a fic about how he found out she was being bullied. Or maybe her perspective when her parents were divorcing

5. And if you want to fic with no reader you can make one about John Carver questioning the dude who made that YouTube video talking about all the deaths that happened on Black Friday the year before and how we thought they were so funny. so funny enough he made a video about it and that he inspired him to make his own video but with different targets.

6. You could write a fic about John's perspective when he's doing all these killings What was going through his mind at the moment. Maybe he felt guilty at the beginning or maybe he got a sick thrill from it

7. What if you changed what happened at the end of the movie instead of the final girl revealing that Eric Is John what if he realized what she was doing and instead made it sound like the final girl was John Carver instead and that she got punished for his crimes so he In the end he got away with it scotch-free

8. Maybe you can do a fic about Eric and Amanda and how they first started their affair and what sparked their desire for each other maybe it's the reason Eric's wife left him

I hope this helps you Billy I really like your fics and headcannons Have a fantastic day and night Don't forget to eat and drink water (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

6. Through his eyes

All he felt was rage, desire to end the life of everyone involved in the death of the family he was building. Every time he imagined Amanda in the hospital giving birth to their baby, every time he imagined holding that sweet little thing for the first time... He wished he had an endless supply of heads to axe open.

He did, here in Plymouth, but he had a mission and he was going to keep it.

He tormented the woman in the diner, Lizzie, ripping the skin off her face as she'd been responsible for scalping the love of his life. With a fucking shopping cart.

He only started to feel guilt after the fact each time, having no time to feel guilty compared to the thrill he got from serving justice, warm and comforting. He was comforted. Nobody else was. That was okay with him.

When he'd pretend to be sick and tell his men to cover it up, he would have a sickness in his gut, an ill feeling he needed to get out of him.

(( Ill be saving some of these for later as well omg THANK YOUUUU

#john carver #eric newlon #slashers #ask game #requests #billy fills requests

[baronessblixen]

Here's a prompt (if you want): Scully goes into labor at Maggie's baby shower. Mulder catches Lizzie swapping pills, drops her off w/ Doggett, Skinner, there for Will's birth. If you don't want to write it, I still say this is a good alternate to S8's ending. :D

I tried turning it into a fic! I hope you like it! It's an alternative version of "Essence".

Fictober Day 5 | Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 | Wc: 1929

By Your Side Is Where I Belong

He’s in the middle of sorting his VHS tapes, trying to figure out what to do with his copy of Fresh Tits of Bel Air, when his phone rings.

“Hello?” He answers it, half expecting it to be Skinner or the Gunmen.

“Fox, is that you?”

“Mrs. Scully? Is Dana okay? Did something happen?”

“Relax, Fox,” Mrs. Scully says with a gentle laugh. “Dana is fine. She’s just a bit,” she pauses and he hears her leave the room, the background voices growing quieter. “I fear she’s a bit lonely. You see, most of these women here at the baby shower are really just acquaintances and I know she’s missing you.” It’s at that moment that Mulder realizes he’s still holding a porn tape, talking to Mrs. Scully. With a disgusted look, he puts it on top of all the others that he wants to give to Frohike. His friend will have more use for them than he does.

“I was wondering,” she goes on. “That if you’re not too busy, would you mind coming over? I know it’s not traditional to have the- to have men at the baby shower, but you’re her friend and she wants you here. You deserve to spend time together after- after everything.”

The everything that no one talks about. Fox Mulder returning from the dead. When Maggie Scully saw him again for the first time, his scars only half healed, she gasped audibly, tears on her face. She took him into her arms, hugging him so tightly that he feared he might start crying right there and then. She called it – and him – a miracle. A second one, she added, looking over at Scully, who blushed.

“You really wouldn’t mind me being there, Mrs. Scully?” Because he can’t think of anything better than spending the day with Scully. His own apartment barely feels like home anymore. He wants to be where she is and spend every waking moment with her. The sleeping moments, too, whenever she lets him.

“I’d love for you to be here, Fox. And please, call me Maggie.”

*

Mrs. Scully – Maggie – is the one to open the door when he gets to Scully’s apartment a good half hour later. She’s smiling and ushering him in.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Fox. Dana will be so happy to see you.” There’s lots of chattering and laughter inside the apartment. The living room is filled with balloons in baby blue and pink, but he finds what – or rather who – he is looking for easily. Scully is the center of attention, as she should be. Just from his vantage point in the doorway, he can see that she’s uncomfortable. Whether it’s all the people or something else, he can’t be sure. As if reading his thoughts, she turns her head, and her eyes grow wide before she beams at him.

“Mulder?” She asks and all eyes turn to him.

“Hi,” he says, waving. “I hope there’s room for one more.” Scully attempts to get up and immediately, three women come to help her.

“Stay where you are, Dana,” her mother says. “Fox go to her.” With his cheeks reddening, Mulder makes his way over to the couch where he’s sat with her hundreds of times. They have to press in tightly together because Scully takes up more space these days, and there are unwrapped presents all around them. Mulder glances at two dolls, smiling up at him. He’s not sure he wants the baby to play with these. The conversations have halted and everyone only has eyes for them, so Mulder at least pretends to find the dolls cute.

“Who wants cake?” Mrs. Scully exclaims, breaking the spell and he throws her a thankful look.

“What are you doing here?” Scully asks, leaning even closer to him.

“Heard you were missing me,” he says with a grin and is proud when Scully blushes. Now they’re a matching set.

“That’s- my mom called you, didn’t she?” Mulder nods. “I knew it.”

“Hey, don’t be angry with her.”

“I’m not,” Scully says. “I’m glad you’re here.” Scully smiles at him and puts her head against the headrest.

“You okay? Is Junior giving you trouble?” He is still hesitant whenever he touches her stomach, but he’s gotten better about it.

“No, it’s just… I think some indigestion. I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“We can tell everyone to leave if you need a nap.” She shakes her head. “Really, I can throw everyone out.”

“I know you’d do that, Mulder.” She smiles and puts a hand over his on her stomach. Before, when they didn’t know he’d disappear and die on her, they were stingy with their touches – at least with other people around. This time, they’re not taking any chances.

“Fox? That’s your name, right?” One of the women approaches him and hands him a plate with a huge slice of cake. “Maggie told me to bring you this.”

“Thank you,” Mulder says, taking the plate from her. “Hmm, Scully your mom really makes the best cake. Do you want to try, or- Scully?” Gone is the smile on her face. She’s grimacing as if in pain. Mulder sets down the plate and swallows hard, the cake too sweet all of a sudden.

“I’m fine,” she says. “Just some minor-”

One of the women shrieks. “Dana, I think your water just broke.”

Everything happens quickly. An ambulance is called though Mulder is convinced he will be faster. While Scully is trying to calm everyone down in between her contractions, reminding everyone that the first baby always takes a long time to get out, Mrs. Scully is making everyone clean up and get ready to leave. She sends Mulder to get Scully’s bag from her bedroom and he reluctantly lets go of Scully’s hand.

“Mulder, I won’t run off,” she says with a smile, sweat running down her brows. He wants to kiss her. He doesn’t even want to leave her alone for five seconds. “Go,” she reminds him when after a moment he still hasn’t moved.

Mulder goes on autopilot. He knows where her bag is cause she told him last week. Just in case. He looks inside, hoping nothing is missing. Just as he zips it close, he notices that something is missing indeed. Her toiletry bag. After way too many nights in cheap motels and hospitals, he knows how particular she is about having her own toothbrush with her. Bag in hand, he rushes into the bathroom. Where he finds a strange woman with red hair and two bottles of pills in her hands, switching them up.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“You don’t understand,” the woman is saying as Mulder drags her into the living room.

“Mulder?” Scully asks, holding her back. “What’s going on? Lizzie?”

“I found this woman switching out your vitamins for something else. What was it, hm? What were you doing?” He has a mind to shake the woman. Hurt her. Scully’s insistent gaze on him stops him.

“We need to get Dana to a hospital,” Mrs. Scully says in a shaky voice. “It’s time.”

“You go, Mrs. Scully. I will take care of this first.” He gives Scully a look, wishes she was closer to him. He wishes he could kiss her, assure her that everything will be okay.

“I’ll bring your bag,” he promises with an uncertain smile. “Go with your mom, okay? Go have your baby.”

“Mulder,” she starts, but he just nods, swallowing his tears.

“There’s an ambulance downstairs. Go,” he says. “Go,” he repeats, a little louder. He watches Mrs. Scully usher her daughter out, taking his heart with him. Mulder takes a deep breath before he turns to the woman. His fingers are leaving bruises on her wrist, but he can’t loosen his grip.

“Now you come with me and you will explain yourself.”

*

The next hours are excruciating. They sent the pills to the lab, but it’s late, and they won’t have the results until early tomorrow morning. If at all. Skinner and Doggett are sitting with Lizzie Gill, while Mulder paces like a caged animal. He shouldn’t be here. He should be with Scully. His cell phone is in his hand in case Mrs. Scully calls. In case the baby is already there. Or… he can’t think of an or. This was his greatest fear. That something was wrong with the baby. That someone would try to hurt it and Scully. Now he’s looking into the face of someone who has weaseled herself into Scully’s life and her apartment, betraying her trust.

“Alien babies,” Lizzie says, glancing at Mulder. “Birthed by human mothers desperate to conceive.”

“What did you do to her?” He barks out.

“We were just trying to protect her.”

“What did you do to her?” Someone’s holding him back and Mulder feels rage rise inside of him. “Tell me what’s wrong with her!”

“Listen to her, Mulder,” Doggett says, twisting Mulder’s arm behind his back.

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. There’s nothing wrong with her or the baby. He’s just very special. You can’t create that in a lab.” The small smile Lizzy gives him almost does him in. But there’s something else. He. She said he. Scully is in the hospital, about to give birth to a baby. Their baby. Their son.

“I need to go,” he says, wrestling free from Doggett. “I need to be with Scully.”

His cell phone is quiet on his way to the hospital. That could mean anything. He sprints through the hospital hallways, too familiar with this place. But this time he’s not going to the ER, or intensive care, or oncology.

“Scully,” he says, out of breath. “Dana Scully. I’m the-, I’m her-” they have never specified what he is. To her or the baby. The nurse is glaring at him, waiting for him to get the words out.

“Dana Scully,” he says again. “She was brought here about two or three hours ago. She was in labor and I’m her- I’m Mulder, and I-”

“Fox?” Mrs. Scully rounds a corner, holding a cup. She’s smiling. That at least is a good sign.

“Where is Dana? Is the baby here?”

“Not yet. Go tell them you’re the father and be there for them.” He stares at her, flabbergasted. Maggie Scully takes a sip from her cup, smiling at him. “Oh Fox, did you think I didn’t know? You and Dana think you’re so secretive. Now go before you’re too late.”

And once again he’s running.

For once, Scully was wrong. Their baby doesn’t take his time. Her labor is strenuous but quick, their baby a healthy, loud screaming mess that Mulder falls in love with the second he sees him. He’s crying as they give him to Scully and a nurse takes his hand to lead him to her hospital bed because his knees are weak and he no longer remembers how to walk.

“Hi,” he hears Scully say to the baby. “There you are. Mulder, he’s here. He’s really here.”

“He is,” Mulder says, in awe. He touches the impossibly tiny arm, warm and sticky. “I love you,” he says. “I love you both so much.”

“Love you, too,” Scully says, looking up at him with tired eyes.

Their baby. There will be questions, and there will be tests. There will be so many things to discuss and decide. But right now, the world stands still, the three of them a newborn team, forever and always. He will make sure of it.

#fictober2022 #the fics are getting longer every day #there will be a short one too i promise #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

[themultifandomgal]

John Shelby- I’ll Marry You Pt1

"How are you feeling?" my bestfriend Ada asks as she places a cup of tea in front of me. I just found out that I am pregnant and my first thought was to go to Ada's aunts house after telling my boyfriend, well now ex boyfriend. I've also been kicked out of my house by my parents

"Shit Ada. Utter shit' I sigh before taking a sip of my tea after blowing on it a little

"What did Alex say when you told him?" Ada now sits in front of me with her own cup of tea

"Not a lot really. Just said he doesn't love me anymore and doesn't want be a part of

the babies life. Told me I can do what I want with it"

"So what are you going to do?"

"Fuck Ada I'm an unmarried woman who's pregnant. If I keep the baby I'll be called a whore or worse, but I can't kill the baby. Maybe I go

into hiding and give birth in secret. Give it up" I struggle while sighing once again

"YN first of all my brothers will not allow anyone to call you names. Your like another sister to them and secondly if you want to keep the baby and raise him or her then do it. Fuck what people are saying. I'll help and so will aunt Poll. I'm sure she'll let you stay here until you find your feet"

Ada was right, Polly let me stay at the house, she was the next to find out I was pregnant. I'm yet to tell the Shelby brothers because I know they will have a fit. I'm now sat in the garrison, Tommy places my usual rum and coke in front of me but the thought is making me nauseous. I also know some woman who used alcohol to have an abortion, so I guess it's not to safe

"John boy, YN you both look miserable. What's wrong?" Arthur says taking a swig of his drink

"Nothing I'm fine" I give him a small smile

"Well.." John clears his throat "you know what it's been like since Martha died"

"God takes the best first" Polly says

"May she rest in peace" I sigh. Martha, Ada and I were inseparable

"Truth is, my kids have been running bloody rings around me. Running barefoot with the dogs until all hours"

"Poll give 'im ten bobs, some shoes. Is that it John?" Tommy says sounding annoyed

"Tom, we'd be better doing this without you" Poll looks at Tommy then back at John "now what's your point"

"What the kids need is a mother" I frown looking at John wondering where this is going "that's why I'm getting married"

"Does this poor girl know your going to marry her or are you just gonna spring it on her all of a sudden?" Polly places her cigarette in her mouth before lighting it up

"I've already proposed and she said yes"

"Who is this lucky girl?" I ask, feeling slightly sad that I'm kinda in the same boat. A young woman pregnant and alone

"It's errr. It's Lizzie Stark" my eyes widen at that name and his brothers start laughing

"John. Lizzie Stark's a strong woman and I'm sure she provides a fine service for her customers...." Polly chuckles

"I won't hear the word" John shouts emphasising the word won't "understand? do not use that word"

"What word is that John?" Tommy asks leaning against the wall

"You know what word that is"

"Everybody bloody knows"

"Right I want it known, if anyone calls her a whore again, I will push the barrel of my revolver down their throats and blow the word back down in to their hearts"

"Bloody hell John" my eyes widen

"Men and their cocks never cease to amaze me"

"Me either" I mutter

"What was that YN?" Tommy asks rolling his cigarette on his bottom lip

"Nothing. Ignore me" I give Tommy a quick smile but he frowns knowing I'm not telling him something "actually I'm not feeling well so I'm gonna head back to Polly's" I get up and notice Ada and Polly giving me a sympathetic smile

"You can't walk on your own. I'll walk with you" John sighs also getting up.

"So what's really going on?" John asks half way home

"Nothing. I actually don't feel well" that's the truth I do feel super nauseous

"There's something your not telling us, but Ada and Polly know. Is it Alex? has he done something to you?" John says looking annoyed. He never liked alex, in fact none of the Shelby's did

"We broke up" I tell him looking ahead of me not wanting to see is face

"Why?" that's when tears begin to pool in my eyes. John stops me from walking further "YN what's wrong?"

"I'm pregnant" I quietly tell him feeling ashamed, but instead of being shouted at or John getting angry he pulls me in to him and hugs me "he left when I told him. I'm so scared"

"It will be ok YN"

Johns POV

If YN wants to keep this baby then we will all be there for her, whatever she needs. I drop her off at home then head back to the Garrison

"She ok John Boy?" Arthur asks me taking a swig of his drink

"Yeah" I sigh rubbing my face

"She tell you what's wrong?" Tommy asks

"She's fucking pregnant Tom and Alex has left her"

"He fucking what?" Tommy raises his voice

"Well now we all know YN predicament..."

"You knew!" Arthur yells

"Yes" Ada sighs

"It wasn't really our place to say" poll gives me an annoyed look "but now we all know, we look out for that girl. God knows she needs our support, her parents have kicked her out and she's unwed. The names she'll be called..." poll trails off. This gets me thinking. Do I love Lizzie? no, not at all. I've always had feelings for YN but she's my sisters best friend but what if I can solve both of our problems

"What if I marry YN?" I look up at my family

"What about Lizzie?" Ada laughs

"She doesn't need me. YN needs a husband and I need a wife to help with the kids. I can solve both of our problems"

"Oh John Boy what are we going to do with you?" Tommy shakes his head at me.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders reader #peaky blinders imagine #john shelby x reader #john shelby imagine #john shelby x y/n

[theinsatiables]

Reviewing Cult Classics: Drop Dead Fred

"This is easily one of the worst films I've ever seen," said Gene Siskel. What did he know anyway? He was only one half of a powerhouse movie critiquing duo that had been actively giving expert reviews for 30 years. Is it possible that he and everyone else overlooked the importance of mental health and protecting your peace, along with the quiet reveal about Fred’s true identity when so harshly rating the cult classic, "Drop Dead Fred?"

Fred is Elizabeth Cronin’s imaginary friend from the past who reappears after she suffers through a series of life shattering events. His chaotic nature makes him appear to be a nuisance who everyone tends to wish would just drop dead. His obnoxious antics consistently embarrass Elizabeth until she remembers his importance to her childhood. Through Fred’s special breed of support and encouragement, Elizabeth musters up enough courage to dump her cheating husband, Charles, and part ways with her manipulative and controlling mother. Considering the deep dive this movie journeys, a basic plot explanation simply isn’t giving what it needs to give, so let’s try another route.

Mental health is an overarching topic in the film, and it is easy to spot the tells if you pay close attention. Having a manipulative and controlling mother seems to be the free gift with birth; everyone has one. Some parents may blame concern for their meddling and this could very well be true, but imagine having a parent tell your five-year-old self how you never do anything right.

The verbal abuse Elizabeth suffers at the hands of her mother has likely stunted her growth into adulthood, which can be seen in the stark contrast between her friend Janie's appearance and Elizabeth’s seventies Holly Hobby style; ankle length frumpy floral dress with white socks and shiny black doll shoes. Is it possible she is suffering a form of arrested psychological development, meaning she remains stuck at the time of her childhood trauma? This would explain why she appears to be immature during the earlier years of her marriage, the person who has been gaslighting Elizabeth throughout his entire affair with Annabella.

Then there’s Fred.

After her husband’s infidelity left her all alone, Elizabeth moves back to her mother’s home, where she is treated as a child by being banned from the living room carpet that has been roped off. It is at this point when Fred makes his return to discover a grown up Lizzy Cronin. The first “game” he pulls her into is using dog waste to destroy the very area she was told to stay away from. The next morning, she wakes to find her mother vigorously scrubbing the excrement from the carpet. For an imaginary friend, he sure did get the assignment. No one puts Lizzy in the corner.

Lizzy Cronin’s struggles first take shape at age five, when she is forced to create Fred as a defense mechanism against her mother’s abuse. 

During one of many flashbacks, we get a first look at young Lizzy’s relationship with her imaginary friend. Fred can be seen waking her up in the middle of the night to play robbers and slips a handmade striped sweater over her smock nightingale nightgown. Their adventure includes stealing silverware and smashing in a window, to which Fred exclaims how much he loves the breaking noises. When things go south, she recalls to Fred how her mother told her she never does anything right. This kind of self-doubt in a child can be damaging. Luckily, Fred is right there to remind Lizzy of just how great she is and encourages her to unapologetically walk in her truth.

Elizabeth's next memory of Fred takes her back to the most painful time in her life as a child. She was locked in her bedroom by her mother and placed under the care of a terrifying nurse after being taken to a child psychiatrist to discuss the dangers of Fred’s presence.

Dressed in a replica of the nightgown from her childhood, she remembers a time when her mother’s verbal abuse was so upsetting that Fred made an appearance and suggested they make a mud pie to cheer her up. Unfortunately, the dish was served using fine china and left a mess everywhere. Her imaginary friend then flees into Lizzy’s jack-in-the-box for safety. When her mother enters the room, she finds the mess and angrily pries the toy from her daughter's grip, leaving her in tears and begging for her friend. She then proceeds to tape the box shut and forbids Lizzy to open it, threatening that she would crush him to death. 

As an adult, Elizabeth discusses with Fred how much she suffered from his disappearance, telling him that after he left, "all of the life, spirit, and Fred went out of me." He then encourages her to flee from her mother’s watchful eye to attend a party her husband hosting. Elizabeth breaks the glass window in her bedroom, exclaiming how much she loves the breaking noises, and she and her imaginary friend escape. Although she is now an adult, and Fred has spent half of the movie hilariously condemning her for growing up, the two seem to have more in common than they know.

Once Elizabeth has won back Charles, the courage she gained takes a back seat to his manipulative ways when he convinces her to take the pills the psychiatrist prescribed to help phase Fred out. While Fred tries to warn her about the ill motives of her husband, she doesn't listen and begins to take the pills. For every pill she took Fred suffered through painful stomach cramps that slowly crippled him. When the romantic dinner Elizabeth prepared for Charles is revealed to be a mud pie, she threatens to take the last pill that will end his life. After overhearing Charles' plans to continue his affair, Elizabeth ends up developing a similar pain to what Fred us suffering from on the floor next to her. When Fred tells her to leave her husband, she confesses she is afraid of being alone.

Coming to terms with the reality of her feelings sends Elizabeth on a journey of freedom that starts with her becoming one with Fred as he walks her through her most repressed fears. When she arrives at an eerie replica of her mother’s home, she is immediately faced with a sinister version of her husband, whose advances she must reject in order to pass the first test. In the last task she finds her mother’s terrifying profile standing guard at her bedroom door refusing to let her in. With Fred’s encouragement, Elizabeth vanquishes her presence by shouting that she is no longer afraid of her.

Upon entering the room, she finds her five-year old self taped to the bed, frees her younger self, and discovers she must return home without Fred. Elizabeth no longer needed his physical form because she realized that Fred had been a part of her all along. 

She was Fred.

When Elizabeth returns, in true Fred fashion, she breaks up with Charles by dumping the dinner she had been preparing all over his head and wipes a booger on his cheek. When she returns to her mother’s home to make a final attempt at discussing her childhood trauma, she is met with the same verbal abuse that was used to tear her down as a child. She immediately made the decision to walk away from the very person who had been responsible for years of fear and anguish. Once her mother realized her daughter was leaving her life forever, she confessed her own fear of loneliness in an attempt to get her to stay, to which Elizabeth advised her to get a “Fred.”

If Elizabeth was her own imaginary friend all along how do we explain the little girl at the end who seems to have her own Fred? Simple. Fred is merely a physical manifestation brought on by the need to protect oneself from something. Whether it's a motherless child who is consistently being left with nannies or a woman who finds herself taking her loneliness out on her own daughter. Everyone is capable of creating their own Fred; it's called an alter ego.

Looking back at the movie, “Drop Dead Fred,” proves how beautifully complex the film truly is. Much like life, there are connections just waiting to be made in order to fully understand who we are and bring us to a place of healing. What may have been disregarded or harshly rated once before can now fully shine in the realization that our trauma and mental health is deserving of respect and a safe space to work through it with grace.

As for Elizabeth and Fred, perhaps the best part of their relationship was that he never gave up on her and gave her the strength she needed to call the "mega beast" out on her manipulative pile of shit.

-Tracee Carter

#Film #Drop Dead Fred #Ate de Jong #Favorites

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Im like a week late for the WIP ask game but whats #6 The Phantomhive Legacy

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ehehehehe >:> yeeessss, i have been wanting to speak on the Phantomhives!

Okay so base thing this is a Black Butler AU, that just assumes Sebastian let Ciel live for awhile & that Elizabeth & Ciel [who are engaged in canon] are NOT cousins, cause honestly it makes no sense to me & it's rarely ever talked about in fandom & it's not needed for cannon to even make sense, it's just a thing the author put in [the author does that alot, would not suggest BB for the faint of heart, that shits heavy]

ANYWAY onto the au!

So essentially Ciel & Lizzie grow up to have kids & those kids are so much fun!

Family tree for more specific stuff I suggest looking at it! it has some more lore for the au written in it

Ciel & Lizzie grow up & have kids & those kids are intresting

The First & Second Born Children "The Twins"

Born May 23rd, 1898

Violet Angelica “Viola” “Vivi” Phantomhive

Inheritor of the Royal Dog Title Named after Vincent Phantomhive & Angelina Dalles-Burnett Viola looks most like their mother, with black hair & Midford green eyes, she’s just a tad taller than Frenchie & is very smug about not being the shortest, but still doesn’t like that the boys are taller. Vivi is more introverted compared to her sisters, being a sly & manipulative person like Vincent but when with those she trusts she’s a goofy & fun person

Franchesca Leona “Chesca” “Frenchie” Phantomhive

Inheritor of Funtom Toy Corparation Named after Francis & Alexis Leon Midford Frenchie looks like their granpa Vincent, with red-ish blonde hair & blue eyes, only slightly shorter than Vivi & Theo & absolutely hates it, but is glad to not be as short as Chelle Chesca has been compared to Madame Red with her loud sociable & fun personality, though she’s a business woman down to her bone & can be very cold & calculating

Named after Francis & Alexis Leon Midford Inheritor of Funtom Toy Corp

Ciel was scared out of his mind when they found out Elizabeth would be having twins, he didn’t want one of his kids feeling like he did as a child. Lizzie of course saw his distress & promised him that the children would not be subjected to such things. Vivi & Chesca coincidentally look nothing alike.

Their obvious differences brought Ciel some calm, Lizzie was so happy to have had a safe pregnancy mostly, Rachel had multiple complications with Ciel & his brother.

4yrs Later...

Vivi & Chesca coincidentally look nothing alike

The Third & Middle Child

Born Aug 31st, 1902

Alexander Rachel “Alex” “Lexie” Phantomhive

Awarded Medical Doctor Named after Alexis Leon Midford & Rachel Phantomhive Alex was born with dark red-ish black hair & blue eyes & looks like a mix of his parents, while also being ridiculously tall in comparison to his siblings, sometimes lords his height. Alex like Vivi is introverted & is generally kinda depressing person, being rather clumsy with his gangly tall proportions, he’s just as sarcastic as his father though.

Their third child was just as planned, they both grew up with only one older sibling & no one else, & thought it would be a better idea to have at least one or two more children to the give twins less feeling of competition.

There weren’t many complications with Alex’s birth, though he was born a bit later then had been expected.

2yrs Later...

The Youngest Daughter & Fourth Child

Born Dec 25th, 1904

Emily Michelle “Emmie” “Chelle” Phantomhive

Knight under the Midford Family Named after Doctor Sullivan & Sebastian Michaelis Emmie has black hair & green eyes & looks almost exactly like their granny Rachel & great-auntie Angelina, she’s also the shortest of the siblings & absolutely peeved about it just like Ciel. Emmie is loud like Frenchie though is more awkward & kind of stiff with new people, but the moment she’s comfortable she’s loud & proud, & is very passionate about swords & is a kind girl.

Their fourth child, Emmie, was a tiny bit of an accident after they thought they where done at Alex, but they love her just as much.

Chelle was born rather healthy compared to her other siblings & was doted on a lot until Eddie was born.

1yr Later...

The Youngest Son & Fifth Child

Born May 15th, 1906

Edmund Theoderich “Eddie” “Theo” Phantomhive

Famous Spoiled Socialite Named after Edward Midford & Dierdrich Abt Eddie has blonde hair & brown eyes like his granny Rachel, & looks a lot like granpa Vincent & their uncle Edward, 2nd tallest of the siblings & smug about it. Eddie is pretty relaxed & coy like his father Ciel, though far more sociable to the point where he’s also compared to Madame Red like Chesca, he kind of acts like a spoiled brat annoyingly.

After Emmie was born Lizzie & Ciel where hit with baby fever again & had Eddie shortly after Emmie.

Eddie was unfortunately born kind of early & almost didn’t make it & developed asthma like Ciel they kind of babied him because of it.

The siblings all get along rather well, their parents made sure of it, the kids do have wildly differing personalities of course.

Born May 23rd, 1898

#millywrites #ask games #ask game #millygames #black butler #ciel phantomhive #elizabeth midford #black butler ocs

[hydesjackiespuddinpop]

New Headcanons! Leia Forman day <3

Edition: First year of college

Verse: The New Age

-to many people's surprise, going to Point Place for College was her first choice

-her favorite classes are English & History (as for types, that is TBD)

-she wants to do well in college but also wants to have fun so she tries to balance school and fun (going to parties and all that)

-not to make this about Jeia (yes I am), but she and Jay sneak into each other’s dorm rooms

-plans do end up changing when finding out she’s pregnant

-despite not having teen mom on her bucket list, Leia does decide that she wants to be parent now

-during her pregnancy she doesn’t go to the parties but Gwen and Ozzie always bring her snacks

-Jay would also stay in with Leia for support

-she gets shocked when finding out about having triplets

-Jay proposes to Leia on his birthday but they agree to have it be a long one because of school

-Leia gives birth to three baby girls on April 9, 1999: Margie, Anne-Marie, and Lizzie Kelso

-It was tough the first two weeks to balance school and parenting, but Leia managed to do it all

#that 90s show #that '90s show #leia forman #lf headcanons #my headcanons #verse: the new age #otp: i'm not ready to give up on us #jeia #jay x leia #leia x jay #this is the jeia edition

[s0lar-ch3ri]

hurricanes coming on my brithday so time to dfo a chip ramble! (spoilers)

before we go in, yes itll be a multi ramble because i can since its my birthday tmrrr!! (im giving you guys a gift cause yes)

ok so i cannot stop thinking about how a lot of the time chip in mana was called "racist" it was like, something he wouldnt have known. the "are your horns real?" weird question, sure, but it doesnt really sound like it (THIS IS NOT ME TRYING TO UNDERMINE IT! if its racist, it doesnt matter how it sounds, it is racist.) would be that offensive. the special accent done when he was being "drip"? immediately shamed and not even told what he did wrong. as i noted, no, racism is racism, but it just seems like whenever chip fucks up, its called out upon and is never explained why its so terrible. and thats really what bothers me on it, because both times, its races that chip has never really hung out with (a tiefling [niklaus]) (chip was disguised as a triton yet used i guess a voice similar to a grung??? its confusing, and before you say "but chip knows felipe who was a grung!!" yes, thats why the 'never really' was added, because while he knew felipe he probs didnt know his culture and shit) and wouldnt have known what was considered offensive. and yes, they have every right to be mad, but if i said something fucked up, i would have a right to be explained why it was wrong. i dont know, maybe somewhere in me now chip probably while more cautious with his words, has some anxiety on what he says will be offensive and he'll get yelled at for it and shit (maybe self projection tjhough you can never tell).

while ive seen reasonable ideas of ollie and chip being like brothers, it means a lot to me that like, chip, who didnt really have a parental figure before and the closest he had was arlin, still tries to be a good dad to ollie. like, he knows ollie has an actual dad and mom who probably are worried sick about him, but hes out here with him. and the guilt must sting, but when that kid tries to get into some crazy plan of his crew mates and he sees that smile, he sees why theyd want this kid back. its like "i have barely a clue how to be a parent, let alone a good one, but i will try my best to be one for you here until we get you back home." and ollie sees it too, and i feel like ollie loves his sea dad (who he knows is super cool). i just, them

ya know how i used the "i arely know how to be a parent" thing? i kinda thought on it, and thats basically chip. "i barely know how to do this/be this, but ill try my best to do it right, for them". he wants to be a good pirate for arlin. he wants to be a good captain for his crew. (as i mentioned) he wants to be a good dad for ollie. he wants to be a good person and friend for jay and gill. he wants to fight this war for gillion and lizzie. and he wants to be the best chip he can, not just for his friends sake, but his own. he does it all with a purpose and while he has barely a clue how to, hes going to fucking try and with willpower and destijny, hell fucking do it.

a joke chip fact mentioned in ep 90 for chip was that hes lactose intolerant but he still drinks milk and i cannot like stop thinking about it. cause like, it makes sense. its not his craziest. when getting chased by a dangerous creature, he immediately becomes its "ideal mate" and gives himself "birthing hips" as like his first reaction. he became an old lady and tried to get his pinkie chopped off by the fucking child one time (it instead was done by gill...who used his big fucking sword. yeeouch). i just think about it cause chips insanity is only brought up when it comes to his plans. but, like, where is the crazy chip when his plan fails and he has to bullshit it?! wheres the talk for fucking "hot mode"?! where are the girlies that find it so silly and funny when a bad guy threatens chip and he just comes back like a fucking toddler?! chip is so silly and its just only discussed when chip has a stupid plan (DO NOT GET ME ON ABOUT "if you have another dream me and chip will kill the sun" which while said by gill, chip has no problem with it. like hes not questioning it) which is very sad imo

another thing btw about how chips "horrid plans" are always, like referred to be bad and fail, but he has had working plans and good (even if insane) plans! sure, hes very cringe fail, and he has had bad plans, but its not every plan that fails. his plan with cedric? worked pretty well. using the ball bearings to make that robot trip? gillion just failed his fucking blessing and got a nat 1. the old lady jay disguise? the navy general disguise? granted, some of the best working plans were disguise related, but even the risky one with the fucking suitcase and ollie had worked! so honestly, i was surprised (and still dont believe) when chip had to share a secret about himself and said hes never had a plan. because honestly? the fucking bullshit he thinks up has no right to be insanely well done improv. like, jay doesnt have to be "the one smart person on board" because theyve all had moments of smartness and yet only jay is shown it

anyways im losing ideas maybe ill ask the fnc guy for characters to ramble on lmao

#jrwishow #jrwi podcast #jrwi #jrwi riptide #jrwi show #just roll with it #jrwi spoilers #jrwi chip #jrwi gillion #gillion tidestrider #jrwi ollie #jrwi jay #jay ferin #chip lastname #chip bastard #early birthday post #jerwee supreme

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Up in Smoke- Chapter 1.4

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Warnings- Usual PB violence, swearing and Ada giving birth

A few days later, there was a scuffle in the shop this morning. It doesn't happen too often. Usually, a man gets mad about the betting being close. That's exactly what happened. It was taken care of before it could escalate. 

The shop was going to be closed for a little while. John called a family meeting the Garrison for a quick family meeting. Scudboat was going to stay behind to keep an eye on everything. Him and Arthur were already waiting for us in our room. 

"Alright John, There's only one man guarding the house. What's troubling you?"

"Polly, you know what it's been like since Martha died."

"God takes the best first."

"Truth is, my kids have been running bloody rings around me. Running barefoot with the dogs until all hours."

"Pol, give him ten bob for some new shoes. Is that it, John?"

"Tommy, let him speak." I snapped as I tried to listen to John. 

"Yeah, Tommy. It would be better to do this without you. Now what's your point?"

"What the kids need is a mother. So that's why I'm getting married." Tension grew in the room.

He's getting married? We didn't even know he was seeing anyone.

"Does this poor girl know you're marrying her or are you just going to spring it on her all of a sudden?"

"I've already proposed and she said yes."

"I think there's a shell about to land and go bang." No one said anything. 

"It's-It's Lizzie Stark." Everyone broke out into a fit of laughter. 

"John, Lizzie Stark is a strong woman and I am sure she provides a fine service for her customers."

"I won't hear the word. Understand? Do not use that word."

"What word is that, John?"

"He means whore."

"Anna!" I held my hands up in surrender as I sat back. 

"Everybody can go to hell."

"He could mean prostitute. How about that one?"

"Right. I want it known, if anyone calls her a whore again, I will push the barrel of my revolver down their throats and blow the word back down into their hearts."

"Men and their cooks never cease to amaze me. John, Lizzie never did a day's work vertically."

"She's changed. People change. Like with religion."

"Lizzie had got religion, eh?"

"No! No, she doesn't have religion, but-," he harshly stood up, "well she loves me." 

He turned to look at Tommy. "Now listen now, Tommy. I won't do it unless I have your blessing. But of all the people in the world, I-I want you to see it...as brave."

"It's brave alright." Arthur and I snickered. 

"Brave is going where no man has gone before. And with Lizzie Stark, John, that is really not what you'll be doing."

"Listen, Tommy. Welcome her to the family. As someone who's had a hard life. Because I need someone. The kids need someone." The door swung open. 

Finn stood breathless in the doorway. "Tommy! We've been done over!" All of us ran back to the house. All the Lee's broke in to destroy the house. They took anything they could lay their hands on. I knew something like this was coming. 

Everything had been quiet. Tommy walked in front of us with wire cutters in his hands. 

"They left these."

"Wire cutters? Why?" I asked with a puzzled face. 

"Nobody move."

"I think our friends are playing the game."

"What game?"

"Polly, don't touch anything."

"Erasmus Lee was in France."

"Shit."

"Will someone tell the ladies who weren't in France what the hell is going on?"

"When we gave up ground to the Germans, we'd leave behind booby traps, set up with wires. We'd leave wire cutters as part of the joke."

"Somewhere in here, there's a hand grenade. "

"Holy Jesus."

"Attached to a wire. Don't move any chairs or open any doors. Go easy, Johnboy."

"No. No, boys. It's not here."

"If it was in here, it would have blown by now. It was my name on that bullet Erasmus sent. He set up a trap all right. But he set it up just for me." Tommy ran out of the house. 

We slowly started to clean things up. We were hoping Tommy was right. We didn't need the shop blowing up while we were in it. Sure enough, they rigged something of his. They put the grenade in the car door. He wouldn't know about it until it was too late. When he checked the car, Finn was sitting inside. 

He was pretending to be Tommy. It nearly blew up with poor Finn in the car. Luckily no one was hurt and the car is ok. A couple days later, Kimber and his accountant walked in. What the hell was he doing here? They walked into Tommy's office. He called in John, Lovelock and Scudboat. 

Were we in trouble? They walked out without another word. All of us were confused. Tommy walked to the front of the building. "Gentlemen and ladies, in my hand I have a legal betting license. It's issued by the board of control. The Shelby family has its first legal racetrack pitch!" All of us cheered and hugged. 

We really did it. The next day, Tommy sat down next to me. He took a drag of his cigarette. 

"John isn't marrying Lizzie. I offered her some money and she said yes."

"Tommy-"

"I was making sure that life was behind her. Seems like it's not. I have other plans for John."

"Such as?"

"The Lee family has a girl who is wild and needs to be married. John is the man for her."

"When's the wedding?"

"2 days. Don't tell John. He won't go with us if he knows."

"You're tying the families together?" He nodded. 

Those 2 days went by fast. We were all hiding it from John. We told him there was going to be a war between the families. He would for sure go to that. We met a group of our men around the corner from their new camp. 

"Ready, boys? John, ready?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

"Have a drink." Arthur passed a flask at him. 

He took a swig. "What? What are you all looking at me for? What?" We all dropped it and moved on. John was confused at his point. "Tommy, what's your plan? We are in shotgun range." He turned to look at John. 

"John, before you go into battle, there's something you are going to need." All of us took out the white flower from our pockets. I couldn't help but laugh at his horribly confused face. "What are you bloody doing, Tommy?" Tommy put his hands on either side of John's face. 

"Smile, John, it's a wedding."

"Whose bloody wedding?"

"Your wedding. We knew if we told you, you wouldn't come." He turned around to glare at me. 

Tommy explained to him what was going on. He hated it more than anything. He was ready to run if we didn't hold him down. He only liked the idea of the families being united. It did make sense to do it. All of us walked in their camp after we calmed down John. Her mom took a look at John before we proceeded. 

"He'll do." We all cheered. We waited a few minutes before gathering around. Johnny was going to marry them. As things were getting started. Polly and Ada walked up. I hugged Ada tightly. 

She was ready to pop at any second. We linked arms to stand together. When John's wife moved her vail, John smirked back at us. I guess he liked what he saw. After the ceremony was over, the party began. It was weird getting along with the Lees. There was dancing, singing, drinking, games, and shooting. 

It was like we were an actual family. I got to talk to John's new wife, Esme. She was really nice and not what I expected. When I heard wild girl, I was thinking something completely different. She was prettier and calmer than I had pictured. I sat with Tommy at a table when the conversation was over. I watched as Ada had the time of her life. 

She was dancing with Arthur who had a giant smile plastered on his face. Polly walked over to us. 

"You should tell Ada to slow down."

"You think she'll listen?"

"I tried stopping her, but she's been drinking."

"I at least got her to stop drinking."

"Thank you, Anna. She's been stuck in that little basement for weeks. She's going off like a firecracker. Oh, Christ, Tommy, please." Arthur seemed to beat us to it. 

We could hear him telling her to slow down. Tommy still walked over there. 

"Come and look, Esme! Come and look at the family you've joined. Come and look at the man who runs it. He chooses his brother's wives for them!"

"Ada-"

"He hunts his own sister down like a rat, and he tries to kill his own brother-in-law." She harshly shoved Tommy. 

"Ada, that's enough." Arthur snapped as he walked over. 

"And now he won't even let me have a fucking dance! Not even at a fucking wedding!"

"Sit her down." She started to hyperventilate. 

"Calm down, Ada. Ada, calm down." A rush of water fell to the floor. "Holy shit. Water."

"Not now, Ada. Bloody hell, you do pick your times."

"Arthur, shut the fuck up. A whole baby is about to come out of her." I pushed Arthur away from us. 

We rushed her back to the house. Esme, Polly and I were going to deliver the baby. The men were going to get drunk. I got her out of her dress and not something more comfortable. Esme checked the position. The baby was in the wrong spot. We had to stand her up if we wanted things to go alright. 

Gravity was going to do its job. I hated hearing her scream in pain. I didn't like seeing anyone I loved in pain. Eventually the baby came into the world safe and sound. I cleaned up the baby as Esme and Polly finished off with Ada. I looked at the beautiful baby boy. He was perfect. 

When Ada was sitting up, I handed her son to her. A giant smile grew on her face. I stood there to admire them. There was a loud knock on the door. Freddie ran into the house. I was glad Tommy let him come. Tommy did have a heart after all. 

I set down tea in front of Ada as Freddie held the baby. There was a harsh pounding at the door. "Open up! Police." All of our smiles fade. Police? How did they know he was here? 

They busted into the house. They dragged him out of the house. All of us were shouting about something. I took the baby away from Ada as she sobbed. We didn't need her dropping him when he was hours old. Polly stormed out of the house with pure rage. Did Tommy really snitch? 

He wouldn't have. He couldn't have. 

#peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders x reader #polly gray #alfie solomons #arthur shelby #fanfic #finn shelby #john shelby #michael gray #peaky blinders #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #anna shelby #shelby!sister #shelby!reader #bonnie gold #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder headcanon

[thedo0zyslider]

Explosions Across Lifetimes - Chapter Twenty Five: Heated Arguments, Receding Cold - 4k words

The next monthly meeting occurs, with far too much drama than anyone was anticipating, and with a lot of words that should've gone unsaid.

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The feeling in the air during the next month's meeting is…unusual to say the least. Mainly because there are now two empty chairs, aside from Pix’s permanently empty and foreboding one at one end of the long white table. Gem and Scott have not shown up by the time it starts, which is strange, because they’re both very punctual when it comes to this sort of thing. The last time neither had shown was when they’d be taken prisoner all those months ago..

Sausage is exchanging glances with Fwhip, ones that aren’t good and leave the Count averting his eyes in what seems to be shame. Pearl herself was giving tense glances between the both of them, indicating that the farmer was more in the loop than the rest of them. And those two things are probably why the air feels so cold when he walks into the meeting room that month.

Yet Jimmy has to wonder if it’s partly because of himself.

He had been more than a little stressed over the past two months. The loss of his Codfather’s head was still affecting him deeply, and it got worse with every failed attempt to gain it back. He’d have to have tried at least ten different methods by now, all of them that either helped his empire of the cod themselves in some way. None of them worked at all in the end, not even for one bloody second.

Sometimes it is easy to forget he’s lost a part of himself, and that he doesn’t even have a good idea of how to get it back. But most of the time, like now, with curious glances being thrown at the top of his head, Jimmy is painfully aware. He is always aware of the feeling that something’s missing, that he’s lost something big. That a part of his identity is gone and has been stripped form him without any good, solid, or seemingly fair fucking reason. Of what the codboy head , as the thing he now wears is called, sits in place of. The stares of his citizens remind him every day he wakes, anytime he tries to do anything around the empire, and it’s doing nothing but hardening his revolve to get back what was rightfully his. What had always been rightfully his, seemingly from birth.

And  maybe, in his seemingly endless attempts to get the Codfather’s head back, he has neglected everything else. Jimmy normally visits his friends regularly, or shoots them a message or two every once and a while. He hasn’t seen Lizzie in person in a month, maybe a month and a half. The cod wasn’t even aware Scott had lost the crown, or that Joel had obtained it somehow. He’d seen Fwhip a little more, but it had still been a few weeks.

And in those few weeks, something big had seemed to have happened. But in the bad way, unfortunately.

Because Gem had messaged him now even one week ago, asking about where Fwhip was. And when Jimmy had said he wasn’t sure, she’d told him to wait, and that this was something better discussed in person, At the next meeting perhaps. 

Now Gem isn’t here, and Fwhip looks like he’d committed a cardinal sin, and Sausage is glaring daggers at him. So yeah, the cod maybe now knows what the wizards previous messages might’ve been about.

Katherine clears her throat a little awkwardly, and officially starts this meeting. “So….what seems to be going on?” Her gaze flicks to the three remaining members of the Wither Rose Alliance, and the room goes silent again.

“Okay!” Katherine says with a clap of her hands, a sigh clearly being held back. “Can anyone tell me why Scott isn’t here?” Her gaze flicks expectantly between Jimmy and Sausage, and the cod wishes he had an answer to her question. Though he doesn't know if that would make him feel better or worse than he does right now,

The Mythlander is the one to answer, his blue gaze flicking between Katherine and the table. “His ice powers were getting…a little out of control. He asked Gem to help him, and accidentally ended up hitting her with an ice beam…”

There were a few stifled gasps around the table, a few hands covering mouths. Sausage continued on regardless. 

“She’s alive! Don’t worry! Her wizards are working on a way to reverse it!” The brunette reassures, waving his hands a little wildly. That’s good to hear, really it is, but their friend's explanation had ultimately given the nine of them more questions than answers.

The next to speak was Lizzie, who had started to ring her hands together in anxiety, the emotion clearly coming through in her voice as well. “But what about Scott…?”

“He kinda, ah, exiled himself over it…” Sausage mumbled, running a hand through his hair in lingering stress.

“That’s horrible!” Katherine exclaimed, her brows now furrowed, right as the rest of them erupted with their own exclamations of surprise and upsetness. Expect for Jimmy, who was quietly in shock over all this more than anything.

“How long has he been gone for?” Pearl, the next person to inquire, did so more calmly, as she presumably had been getting some scarce updates as everything went down over the course of the past week.

“Maybe five days now? A week?” Sausage shrugged, the action seeming a little helpless. “We’ve been searching but haven’t found anything yet.”

Joel clears his throat, throwing another pointed glance at the Count sitting across from him. “Okay, that doesn’t explain why you're glaring at Fwhip.”

In an instant, everyone’s gazes are on the Count, sinking into him. The half dragon shifts and squirms under the weight of it all, and seems to slump down further in his chair. When Fwhip speaks his voice seems reluctant, almost shy, like he knows what reaction is about to come. “I was…a little angry when I would that out, and-”

“ Angry!? You blew up Scott’s house!” Sausage interrupts, and the stunned silence is loud. Jimmy goes to say something, but his voice is caught in his throat as he stares at his boyfriend in complete and utter disbelief. It’s a lot of disbelief, and also growing anger bubbling right under his skin, properly distracting him from his stupid Codfather’s head for the first time in months.

Shrub is the next to speak, her voice displaying all of their shock perfectly. “You what!?” She doesn’t yell it out, but it’s close enough, and Fwhip seems to shrink further under the gnome's unusually hardened and disappointed gaze. Beside her, Joey is wide eyed, and staring at the Count like he has two heads, because even the lost emperor isn’t as foolish or impulsive enough to do such a thing to another empire. 

“What the fuck, man!’ Joel calls out, and beside him Lizzie narrows her eyes and nearly growls at their old enemy. Who might become an actual enemy once again, depending on how all thai goes. Though that would be bad, for a lot of reasons, so hopefully none of this ends up going that way.

When Jimmy finally speaks, the cod is basically yelling, almost hissing his words out. His normally cheery and happy voice is now loud and booming, echoing throughout the room and probably down a few of the surrounding hallways as well. “Why the hell would you do that, Fwhip!? What in the world were you thinking!? Why would you blow up Scott’s house!?”

The anger feels like it’s bubbling out of him all at once, probably not helped by his pre-built stress. It’s bubbling out so much, he won’t even let Fwhip get a word in edgewise when he does try to tell his part of the story.

"Orchid, please-" 

"Don't orchid me!" Jimmy snaps. Fwhip flinches back in his chair at that, and the air around the rest of the meeting becomes quite uncomfortable. 

There’s a few minutes of terse silence, and the room is quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Jimmy glares at him heatedly, and the Count can feel a few of his others doing the same, though lacking the same amount of spark that his boyfriend carried. 

After a minute Fwhip gets out a few, shaky words, trying not to let his voice tremble. He gets the sense that he and Jimmy need to have a private conversation elsewhere, and then return to the meeting a little while afterwards. Less all their friends want to watch them have a couples fight, which he highly doubts they do. It also gives everyone a chance to cool down, and not yell at Fwhip before he can say the apology he desperately wants to get out.

“How about we take this…to another room, okay?” The Count suggests slowly, a little hesitantly, even, already beginning to rise from his chair. He’s doing so hastily, looking ready to sprint out of the room before the cod even agrees with him. 

Jimmy narrows his eyes at his partner, accompanied by the sound of his tail swishing rather angrily. “Fine.” He huffed sharply, and moved to follow the half dragon out of the main meeting room. 

They walk to a room together, one not quite as far down the hall as it maybe should be, and as soon as the door closes Jimmy is laying into him properly. And it’s nothing he doesn’t deserve, really.

“Why the hell would you do that, Fwhip!?” His boyfriend shouts, frills puffed out in what is absolutely anger. Understandable anger, because he had just blown up his best friend shouse a few days ago.

“I was upset-” The Count is frustratingly cut off for the third time that day, and tries his best to not let that irritate him, to not get upset and make this argument worse. Though that’s pretty hard to do, in his own defense. (Which is probably a bad defense actually, all things considered.)

“Upset enough to blow up a house!?” Jimmy’s voice rises to a level where someone can absolutely hear what he’s on about, and Fwhip doesn’t even think the cod cares about if they’re heard or not. The Count isn’t even sure if he himself cares about that, though that fact is one of the farest things from his mind at the moment.

He manages to get his own defense out, stumbling through the words as he does, shame and the smallest amount of self hatred lining his words. “I shouldn’t have done it, I know! I’m sorry, really I am.”

“You can’t just….just do that when you get mad, okay? That’s-” The blonde in front of him starts to scold him, like a child, like Gem does sometimes, and it pushes Fwhip a little closer to the edge.

“I know, I know! I’m working on it!” The Count snaps, a growl being held in the back of his throat and his own tail now beginning to lash wildly behind him. Fwhip knows he’s impulsive, and sometimes lets his emotions get the better, and that he likes exploding things to a dangerous degree. He knows that! And he;s doing a lot better than he used to, considering the last big explosion was that goddamned ravine between Mythland and the Codlands years ago!

“I’m sorry, okay, I didn’t mean to cause Scott to go missing or anything. I don’t even know what I wanted…okay?” His voice lowers, and comes out in a sigh. The room is silent for a few seconds, as his partner considers his words. But apparently this is not the end of whatever the cod across from him has to say, and by the next time the blonde speaks his tone is more worried than anything.

Jimmy starts again, and it feels like some of the anger has left him. Only some of it, though. "Do you know how worried I was when Gem messaged me-"

"You? Worried? That's rich!" Fwhip cuts in, frustration leaking out of him like water leaks out of a broken pipe. Frustration that’s been building up for weeks upon weeks, like a clog in his system. "You've been worrying me for the past few months!"  

“With what?” Jimmy snaps, crossing his arms over his chest.

“With never wanting to see me, because you're apparently so busy all the time!” Fwhip retorts, trying to keep his voice as low as he can manage. He doesn’t know if anyone can hear them, and doesn’t want anyone to if they can. This had turned into an argument that wasn’t for anyone’s ears but theirs. “I barely come over because you say somethings happening, and I don’t want to intrude! And you said I was the one always working!”

Irritated clicks came from the back of the Codfather’s throat as he responded. “I’ve just been dealing with a lot, okay!? I’m getting it sorted!”

“You could’ve let me help, if it’s taking this long! I’m your partner , you're supposed to let me help when something’s wrong!”

“I-..” The blonde fumbles on his words for a minute, then pulls out possibly the most generic and also irritating response to ever use in an argument ever. “I didn’t need help, okay, I have it under control!”

“I really don’t think you do-” Fwhip starts, and is promptly cut off in the heat of it all.

“And why’s that!?” Jimmy asks, voice rising once again, clear frustration in it.

“Because you're always running out of the meetings nowadays. You act weird during them, and as soon as they're over you're out the door and no one sees you for weeks!” Fwhip would know that Jimmy’s been dealing with whatever it is alone, because he’s asked everyone the cod is close to the same damn question. If they’d seen him recently, and the answer was always no . Everytime his partner had gone a week or so without talking to him, he’d ask that question. He’d asked Lizzie, Joel, Katherine, Scott — everyone , and the response was always the same. That Jimmy was being weird and not checking in as often as he used too,

“That’s why I’ve been worried, okay? Because you’ve been acting so off and not telling anyone anything!” Fwhip’s sounding a little worried, now, maybe a little desperate, but he can’t help it. Weeks worth of anxiety is crashing over him all at once, and he’s not holding it back anymore.

Jimmy gives what sounds like the last, frustrating retort he’s willing to give. The same thing he’d been saying the whole goddamned time. "You didn't need to worry that much! It's fine , I can handle it! " 

" Bullshit! " Fwhip yells out loudly, not caring of who hears him anymore. "I was worrying because I-I'm your boyfriend! I care about you, a lot, okay?" The words I love you get caught in his throat for what feels like the millionth fucking time. Goddammit, why? Why can't he just say it? Why is it so hard to tell Jimmy those three simple words-

"Well maybe you should stop caring so much! If it's what made you blow Scott's house in the first place!"

Fwhip goes silent at that, the words striking him harder than they probably should. But maybe it’s also a fair reaction, because his boyfriend did just tell him to stop fucking caring so much. Whatever report he had dries up in his throat, and he just stares at the cod across from him, an hurt expression of some kind absolutely spreading across his features. 

Jimmy's eyes widen slowly, as he realizes what he'd just said. And once he does he's already scrambling to take it back. "Oh Fuck. I'm-I'm sorry, Fwhip. I shouldn't have-" There is clear regret in his tone, and it’s panicked as well. He takes a step forward, reaching out to grab Fwhip’s arm, but the other shifts backwards, limbs being drawn closer to the rest of his body.

The Count takes a slightly shaky breath, and moves to head out of the room. "No, its-its….I'm done, I'm going home. We can talk later…." As far as he's concerned, this argument is over, this meeting is over. They're done talking. He needs to go home. His heart is hurting far too much for this now.

"Fwhip, wait-" Jimmy's near desperate plea is met with nothing but the sound of a dragon's tail limply being dragged across a quartz floor, and the dejected sounding click of a door shutting quietly behind it. 

The Count takes a few deep, ragged breaths to keep himself calm. At least until he’s outside and flying home. At least until them. He listens to the sound of his boots clinking against Katherine’s nice, beautiful quartz floor, and is glad he’s not spilling his tears on it or anything. He also hears no footsteps following him, and part of him is glad, because that part of him knows he needs the space. The other part of him wishes Jimmy would run up to him right now and they could make up and kiss like none of this ever happens. The third part of him knows that's impossible. 

He takes another breath when he finally re-enters the meeting room, as he needs to go through it to leave the castle. And also apologize to the rest of them as well, for the whole Scot thing of course. But when he opens the door the atmosphere has turned from upset to awkward, and all of his fellow rulers are gazing at him. 

Shit . Fwhip thinks, catching the looks the others are giving him. That’s not good.

“You all heard that, didn’t you?” He asks, squirming under the weight seven gazes; some of them incredibly awkward, and some look like they’re sorry for him. Like he needs that.

“Yeah…” Lizzie mumbled awkwardly, her gaze flicking to her seablings chair. Fwhip thinks of Jimmy, remembers the words they’d just exchanged, and flinches at everything going on in his head at the moment.

“ Shit. ” He hisses, pinning the bridge of his nose. His tail lays dejectedly on the ground still, and his wings seem to fold in impossibly tighter to him with every passing second.

Joey lets out an uncomfortable cough from the back of his throat. “We were trying not to, you guys were just…a little loud. And not very far away…” It’s the most awkward Fwhip’s ever heard the Lost Emperor, which feels like a feat in and of itself, considering how that man has no shame whatsoever. Not that there’s any reason to celebrate it, that is.

“....Sorry?” Shrub offers, and Katherine lets out a somewhat comforting murmur of her own.

“Probably should’ve told Jimmy all that in private first anyways…” Sausage muttered, giving Fwhip the best apologetic look he could muster in the moment. An apologetic look he didn’t really deserve, in his own humble opinion. The Count just sighs in response. 

“Look, I’m sorry about the blowing up Scott’s house thing, really.” He starts, and he’s repeated the sentiment so many times today it’s already starting to feel empty. Even though it’s not, even if he means it with his entire soul. He locks eyes with Sausage as he speaks, and hopes his brother can see that. He hopes the man knows him as well as he thinks he does.“I’m gonna make it up to him when he gets back….”

“We kinda overhead all that. We get that you’re sorry okay?” Pearl reassured him, her voice a thousand times softer than any of the concern held in her gaze.

Joel spoke next, his words unusually slow paced and worried. “You okay there, mate?” “It’s just…” The Count trailed off, taking a deep breath, his words unsteady as he spoke. His gaze was now firmly fixed on the ground, tears already threatening to break through the surface. Goddamit, why couldn't he save the waterworks for when he was in private?

“..Fwhip..?” Someone said his name, he didn’t know who, all he knew was that they said it gently. Gently enough to finally, somehow, after everything, be his breaking point for that day. He should’ve broken a lot  earlier, honestly, he doesn't know how it took until now, really.

“It’s fine, I just….” Fwhip sighs. “I’m going home, okay?” He says, and keeps making his way to the door. He’s going to his physical home, at least, because his real one is back there, behind that door. Yet for once it doesn’t feel like he can run there, because that’s what he’s running from. Not forever, just for a bit. But until then he is at his physical home, waiting for his real one to mend itself once more.

However long that would take.

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Jimmy walks back to the rest of the group, probably a good ten minutes later, after he’s done swearing and hurling all kinds of insults towards himself. And also trying not to cry a little. Because what the fuck was wrong with him? How the hell could he have hurt Fwhip like that, how could he have said that?

There is lingering anger and stress still in him, but mostly it has become overtaken by regret. Regret and grief that both flood over him and cloud his sense and makes him hate himself for even saying such a cruel thing, even if it was in the heat of the moment or not. Even if they were both emotional and not thinking straight. He shouldn’t have said it, he shouldn’t have. God why did he say that, why, why, why, why, why?

Jimmy walks slowly down the same hallway Fwhip had not even an hour before, and does basically the same thing his partner had done. Listen to the sound of his own footsteps, try not to have a breakdown, and wish that his rose petal was here. (He shouldn’t be calling him rose petal still, like he has a right too, after telling Fwhip to not call him orchid then telling him to stop caring. It’s another thing from today he should never have done.)

When he finally returns to the meeting room the others have started to leave, yet Jimmy pays them no attention. He gives a handful of quick goodbyes to Lizzie, Joel, and a few others that manage to get his attention, and then he’s out the door, feeling like the worst person in the world in those moments. The blonde just goes straight to his shack when he does land back at home, hiding away in the tiny little house for the next few hours. 

He says he’ll leave and go and speak to Fwhip when doing so doesn’t feel so painfully, when the guilt lifts. When thinking about it doesn’t his anxiety of haywire and send him pacing with possible scenarios of how all of this could go wrong. His mind never thinks of a scenario where this could go right, only wrong, which probably makes everything he’s feeling one hundred times worse when he does so.

It never quite gets there in the end. Jimmy decides to get it over with and shoot Fwhip a message over their communicators three days after the meeting. Or maybe it was four, or five. He’d lost count at this point.

The cod lays there, his Codfather head still missing, late at night, and waits for a message from his boyfriend. Just so they can try and begin to fix this. So they can try and fix what they have, to fix them .

Part of him worries it won’t work. The rest of him hopes it does. The rest of him hopes it does with a desperation he’s never quite felt before. He thinks it’s what being in love does to someone. In some sick, twisted kinda way that is. 

He thinks it's what loving someone so much it hurts feels like. (he loves Fwhip so much he’ll endure this, even if it isn’t worth anything in the end. He’ll endure it. It’ll be worth it.Jimmy sure of that.)

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