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utterlyotterlyx · 1 month

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Hiii <3 Could you do number 4 from the prompt list with Eris? It's my first time asking for a prompt or anything so i hope this isn't rude. 😅

Aw my loveeeee it isn't rude! Request your little heart out <3

I've already done 4 but I'll do it again for you with a different spin on it.

Can't Keep My Hands To Myself

Modern!Eris x Reader

Summary - It's no secret that Eris has always wanted you, and now he has the perfect excuse to get up close and personal.

Warnings - slight pining, some fluff, swearing, hand fetish

The sun bounced off of the hood of Cassian's car, and if you looked closer you could have sworn you could see wisps of steam rising from the matte black finish.

Folding your arms over your chest, you huffed, already knowing what was coming as soon as you'd point out a certain problem.

It had been Elain's idea to go to the coast that day, mainly so that you could all go to the theme park that ran along the beach, all being yourself, Elain and Lucien, Nesta and Cassian, and Eris. The latter of which was leaning against the hood of Cassian's vehicle with a sly grin written on his lips, sunglasses low on his nose, and hands bundled into his pockets.

Eris Vanserra was the bane of your existence, the cocky son of some noble lord in England who had moved to your state for college and had set an unfortunate eye on you. The heir could have anyone he wanted, but he was too busy chasing you to notice.

Eris had crashed one too many of your dates, and when you had made it clear that he needed to stop being an alphahole, he would slyly quip that none of the men you allowed into your life deserved you. He would always show his face at Elain and Lucien's apartment when you were there, which made you certain that one of them, probably Lucien, was sending him updates whenever you would show up. Eris stuck to your side when the entire circle decided to go out, whether that be bowling or dinner, or even clubbing, Eris was always reluctant to leave your side.

Possessive bastard.

You had lost count of how many times exactly you had denied his advances. It wasn't that you weren't attracted to him, you'd be foolish not to be, but you didn't really fancy ensuing a relationship with a future lord, you quite liked your life the way it was.

You majored in architecture, you had always appreciated the beauty of buildings and landscapes, you had travelled Europe and spent weeks in Paris where you sketched and redesigned buildings until your heart was full and bursting with inspiration. There was nothing you couldn't create.

Life as a lady didn't appeal to you, but life as an architect travelling the world and creating masterpieces very much did.

So, you made it your mission to deter the heir in whatever way you could, from cold shoulders to harsh quips, but it only seemed to spur him on more.

Eris stood before you, red hair perfectly styled into pushed back waves, looking far too good in his black jeans and open collared black shirt, a thin chain hung around his neck which matched the bracelet on his wrist, rings littered his fingers and you found your gaze drifting to his hands, hands you had thought about often when you were alone. You imagined them running through your hair and pulling at it, you imagined them around your throat, you imagined his fingers drifting along your thighs and gripping the skin there.

It was so sinful how much you thought of Eris' hands.

The door opened behind you and you rolled your eyes at the Archeron sisters who walked ahead of both Cassian and Lucien, who both looked exhausted from their bickering already.

Unfurling your arms from your chest, you pulled down the edge of your tennis skirt and tucked in a loose section of the deep green polo you adorned, "About time," you told them, "I'm baking out here."

"I know a place that could cool you down," Eris drawled from behind you, and you turned your head slightly to see him at your shoulder, looking down on you with his usual longingly seductive eye, "You, me, the Swiss alps on skis."

"Sounds positively awful," you smiled sickly sweet at him before moving your attention elsewhere, "I also hate to state the obvious but there are only five seats in Cass' car, and there's six of us," you motioned between the circle you had all formed and shrugged.

"What if you-"

You held your hand up in front of Eris' face, shushing him into silence, "If you're really about to suggest that I sit on your lap, I will kill you."

Cassian threw his head back and laughed, a howling one that filled you with pride as he walked to the driver side of his car, "Hate to break it to you Princess, but you don't have a choice."

"Why me?! Surely it makes more sense for Elain and Lucien to cuddle up?"

Elain ticked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, flinging the passenger door open, "It's my birthday so no, plus Lucien injured his knee at baseball practice so he needs to be able to stretch it out. Sorry, Y/N," Elain wiggled her eyebrows at you and dipped into the car, no doubt securing her spot in the middle seat.

Scowling, you turned to Eris who had never looked happier, fluttering your eyes in annoyance, you pointed at him, "Don't get any ideas, Vanserra."

Eris threw his hands up in mock surrender but the smirk didn't leave his lips as he spoke, "Wouldn't dream of it, y/l/n."

It took you a few moments to become settled in his lap, and you cursed yourself for allowing yourself to be friends with bright and shiny Elain, if you hadn't then you wouldn't be sat on some heirs lap, nestled on his thighs like some kind of trophy.

As soon as you were comfortable, you propped your feet on Elain's lap which she was happy to hold since you drew the short straw, and you leaned back onto the doorframe, half on the body of the interior and half on Eris.

His scent was earthy, wafts of pine and freshly blown out matches, you knew he smelled good, but you didn't realise how much.

Eris draped one of his arms over your legs and the other around your waist, and you couldn't exactly bark at him to fuck off when they were the only two places that his hands could go. His fingers delicately danged off of your thighs, his fingertips lightly brushing against your skin with every bump in the road, the coolness of his bracelet clashing against the warmth of your skin.

If only his fingers could go a little higher, and just grab the flesh of your thigh...

No, y/n.

Elain had convinced the car to play a game, a game that you and Eris had quickly denied, you were both quite happy with the silence. That is until you felt him frown and lean over slightly to peer at something, his fingers drifted along the hem of your skirt and he lifted it slightly to take a peek.

Your gaze found him, his russet eyes darkened with intrigue, "I didn't know you had a tattoo," he hummed, allowing his eyes to trace along the swirls of black ink that created an arrangement of delicately drawn roses and geometric shapes that encased your entire hip.

Cassian's car hit a bump and you jolted on Eris' lap, his arms instinctively wrapped around you to keep you in place as your head hit the roof of the car, "Sorry, y/n. These roads are awful," Cassian apologised, one hand on the wheel and the other gripping Nesta's jeaned thigh, rubbing soft circles into the fabric whilst she idly read her book in the front passenger seat.

If that were you, your soul would no doubt be going feral.

Then you felt it, you felt his had travel from your waist to your unbound hair, he ran his fingertips along your scalp and rested his palm on the top of your head, "Are you okay?"

It took you a moment to reply, trying to control the shivers that spread in your soul like wildfire at his touch in the place you had dreamt of, "Yeah, 'm good," your tone was relaxed as he worked his fingertips into the crown of your head, kissing away any pain from the jolting force that had pushed against it.

"Do you like that?" Eris purred, and luckily no one was paying attention to either of you, Nesta was reading, Cassian was driving, and Elain and Lucien were looking out of the window of the travelling car talking about whatever animals they saw in the clouds.

"It might feel nice," you admitted bashfully, knowing you couldn't lie to the sly fox whose eyes always found you no matter how far apart you were in a room.

Eris let out a low hum, tilting his head to the side as his fingers slid from your scalp and rested on the back of your neck, "You're a touch starved little thing, aren't you?"

"No," it came out a little harder than what you had intended it to, but he wasn't wrong, especially when he was the reason that you were so touch starved and basking in his affection.

Eris chuckled, seeing straight through you as always, as his hand ghosted down your spine whilst his other found your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze, smirking as you wiggled on his lap, "Careful sweetheart, you have no idea how close I am to losing it," his voice was a rough whisper in your ear, he knew exactly what effect he had on you.

"I can't help it."

"I know, you have no idea the effect you have on me," his finger grazed down the earring that dangled against the curve of your jaw.

"Oh?"

Eris hummed, "One date, y/n. It's all I ask."

"Eris..."

His digits slipped between your thighs and he traced circles into the skin he found there, "Just one. Let me show you the life we can live together. Please?"

You weren't sure if it was his deep tone or his hands on your body that made your mind foggy, but he had convinced your head and heart to agree. Moving your head to meet his eye, you narrowed your own and pursed your lips, "Fine. One date. Make it worth my time, Vanserra."

Eris' whisky amber eyes glistened in the sunlight, "I think you forget how well I know you sweetheart. You're not a coffee date girl, or a movie date girl, you're not a hiker either. You're a dreamer, I see you all of the time looking at the stars, I see the heavens in your art, I see the sky in your eyes. I think I know the perfect way to make sure you never entertain anyone other than me."

The confidence he radiated made your thighs clench together, an act that didn't go unnoticed by him as his eyes darkened again with desire, he licked his lips, throwing his head back as you squirmed on his thighs again and did his best to suppress the moan bubbling in his throat.

"One chance, Vanserra. Make the most of it."

Eris straightened his posture and winked at you, letting his hands roam freely over your back and thighs, "One chance is all I need."

Authors Note

Just a short little drabble - I did a 13 hour shift today and your girl is TIRED.

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mewhenimanangel · 10 months

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the babysitter ʚɞ

pairing: miguel o’hara x reader

synopsis: miguel offered you a job babysitting his daughter, gabrielle. his marriage is going through a rough time and you’re someone he can confide in

wc: 2.2k

warnings!: alcohol, age gap, infidelity, loss of virginity, piv sex, oral sex (f receiving), cowgirl

nia’s ౨ৎ notes: i lovee dilfs so bad

"y/n can you make me ramen, please. i loveeeee the way you make it" gabby came downstairs to ask you. currently, you were lolling around on the couch in the living room watching tv on the big screen. you were babysitting gabrielle o'hara, your neighbors' daughter. you started the job when your mom invited them over for dinner and her dad asked if you were available to watch her for a while, you weren't that busy so you said yes and after that they decided to officially hire you.

her parents were out at the moment, miguel at work. "yeah sure" you smiled, pausing your show and getting up to the kitchen while gabby sat on the couch with her tablet. you reached in the pantry for a pack of noodles, grabbing hot sauce, green onions, and extra seasonings on your way. you waited for the ramen to boil then began adding everything.

"hey you guys okay?" you heard a voice coming from the front room. miguel threw his his keys on the counter and took his shoes off at the door. "daddy!" gabby exclaimed running up to give her dad a hug. "ahh mi cielito, what are you still doing up?" he asked giving her a kiss on the cheek and picking her up into his arms. "oh that's my fault actually she asked to stay up a little longer and she's too cute i couldn't say no" you giggled. he nod his head and smiled before gabby yawned "you ask to stay up and you can't even thug it out?" he laughed. "why don't you go upstairs and brush your teeth and go to bed huh?" he told her.

"okay daddy" she grumbled running up the stairs to go to bed. you'd completely forgot about the noodles you just made "wait i actually just made her some noodles.." you pointed to the kitchen. "oh well, i'm starving" he smiled moving towards the kitchen.

you put some noodles in a bowl for each of you before you sat next to him at the kitchen island. "so how's school going" he asked you, taking a bite. you were a sophomore in university, studying for your degree. "good, it's a little tough but i can manage" you answered him. "you're a good kid, you'll do great i'm sure of it" he smiled. "hope gab wasn't too much trouble today" "no no she was great, she's so adorable i love her." you giggled. "yeah, think she misses her mom" he sighed.

"oh, where is she anyway?" you asked him, as nosy as ever. "she's on some business trip" he answered, mockery laced in his tone. "but between you and me, i think she's seeing someone behind my back." he rolled his eyes. "oh i'm so sorry." you looked at him with a sympathetic expression. "ah it's alright, things've been kind of rocky lately anyway"

he moved his leg ever so slightly, the fabric of his jeans rubbing up against your knee. and he didn't move it, you two sat like that just talking for the next twenty minutes until you checked the time and figured you should head home. "have a good night and thank you as always" he smiled, handing you $200 and sent you on your way.

ʚɞ

you were curled up on the couch, stressing about an assignment you had to finish by the end of the night. "hey." miguel greeted, resting his hands on the chair behind you, leaning over. "oh, hi mr o'hara. i didn't hear you come in, gabby's in bed by the way i'm just trying to finish up this assignment without destroying this laptop." you sighed. he snorted a little at your frustration. "rough day?" he asked you. "yeah, kinda"

"why don't you take a break for a little? have a drink?" he offered, moving to his wine cooler to grab a bottle of champagne and two glasses. "i've had a bit of a rough day too." you weren't one for drinking - you couldn't even do it legally yet, still a year away from that. but you were stressed and you figured a load off couldn't hurt so you got up and went over to join him at the island.

he moved the glass in front of you before finding his seat next to you. "so what were you working on that's got you so tense" he asked taking a sip from his glass. "just some stupid shit from my business class, what about you? why'd you have such a bad day?" you answered. "well, turns out bella has been seeing someone. from work, buddy of mine told me" he sighed.

"oh i'm sorry mr o'hara" you put your hand out on his arm, face expressing your sorry. "really it's fine" he brushed off "just don't know how she could break us up like that, especially for gabby. probecita bebé" you frowned, feeling bad for him. i mean who could ever cheat on him. he was smart, kind, and really handsome. you studied his features looking at his messy brown hair, the way his 5 o'clock shadow graced his chiseled jaw, his milky brown eyes under his surprisingly long lashes. you looked at the way his t shirt clung to his biceps and the way his jeans rode low on his waist.

"what?" he chuckled at the way your stare lingered on him. "n-nothing" you nervously laughed, downing your glass of champagne. "thanks a lot for all you do for gabby, she loves you a lot. always talking about you and it's never one bad thing" he smiled at you. "think she's gonna need us a little more now with what's coming." "what do you mean?" you quirked an eyebrow. "well m'gonna file for divorce, which'll be hard on her" he poured more champagne into your glasses.

the two of you talked for a bit before you told a joke which got him laughing. he rest his hand on your thigh, the other hitting the table. when the joke was over he didn't take his hand off, he instead inched it higher up your leg. you looked at his hand before looking back up into his lustful gaze. you weren't gonna lie and say you didn't want him but he was a little more than twice your age, he had a kid for god's sake. but your wine clouded your judgement and you allowed him to lean in, attaching his lips to yours.

when you were moving an arm up around his neck your elbow bumped your wine glass off the counter, smashing on the ground. you gasped "i'm so sorry" "don't worry about it" he chuckled kissing you again. this time your hands entangled through his hair deepening the kiss. he picked you up, put his hands under your ass cheeks, kneading his fingers into it as your legs wrapped around his waist.

he moved to the stairs before you broke away "wait mr o'hara what about bella?" you breathed out. he scoffed "please she's not a problem anymore and please miguel is fine" he latched his lips back on yours. you broke away again "what about gabby?" "you said she's asleep right? just gonna have to keep it down" he smirked before kissing you again.

you got to his bedroom and he threw you on top of his comforters, crawling his way on top of you. you held onto his strong shoulders as he pressed kisses down your jaw and neck, sucking on your soft skin. you let out a few groans in his ear before pressing your hands against his chest. "um i-i've never done this before with anyone" you admitted.

he took a moment to look at you before taking your hand into his. "that's okay, i'll take care of you. you do still want to right?" he asked rubbing a thumb over your knuckles. you bit your lips and nod your head "m'gonna need an audible response princess" "yes, i still want you to fuck me"

that was all he needed to hear before he was back on your lips. he pulled you in his lap reached for the bottom of your shirt and tugged it over your head, rising your body to help him. he rubbed his hands up and down your waist before reaching to take your bra off. you moved your arm to cover your breasts "no need to cover up. god you're gorgeous" he whispered pressing a finger to your nipple rubbing in circles over it before pinching it between his fingers. you let out a small moan watching him as he looked up at you with a teasing smile. "so sensitive" he lapped his tongue around your nipple sucking and pulling on it while he played with the other one.

your moans began to fill the room "you're already a mess and i've barely even touched you" he teased, lightly biting your nipple. he moved you off him laying you back onto the pillows. he hooked a finger into the waistband of your sweatpants tugging them off you. he looked at the pool of moisture that stained your pretty pink panties "god baby you're soaking" he chuckled, pulling those off you too. you looked away biting your lip in embarrassment "look at me princess" he pulled your chin back to face him. he got on all fours lifting your leg over his shoulder, pressing kisses down it until he got to your entrance.

he pressed his thumb against your clit causing your body to jump in response. he licked at your entrance while continuing to rub his finger over your clit. he sucked and licked at your pussy like it was his first meal in weeks. a moan ripped out of you before you slapped a hand to your face. he squeezed a hand around each of your thighs, them caving him in as he continued to work on making you cum. your hand shot down to his head, taking a handful of his hair in your grip.

"fuck miguel, i think i'm gonna cum" you moaned out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. "go ahead princess, cum all over my tongue" he spoke against your cunt, the vibrations sending you crazy, his facial hair tickling against you. you reached your climax and miguel lapped it up, taking every last drop in his mouth.

he wrapped you back up in his arms shoving his tongue in your mouth. "it's not fair that i'm naked and you've still got all your clothes on" you frowned reaching for the hem of his shirt. he chuckled, helping you out with the shirt before taking off his jeans and dropping them to the floor. he opened his nightstand and reached for a condom "why don’t you ride me baby, you wanna take some control for your first time?" he asked, pulling his dick out of his boxers. you gulped looking at his length, how was that supposed to fit inside you.

"uh huh" you mumbled. he laid back on the bed, taking your hand and guiding you on top of him. you straddled him before he grabbed his dick and lined himself up with your entrance. “i’ll be gentle princess” he said, moving your hair out of your face. you eased down onto his dick, his inches splitting you apart. “fuck oh my god” you whined. you rode up and down his length leaning forward to place your hands on his chest. he wrapped his hands around your waist holding you and helping you create your pace.

the lewd sounds of your skin slapping together and both of your moans and whimpers filled the room. his dick slipped out before you grabbed it again and put it back inside you. you sunk further down on it, hitting right on your g spot. you threw your head back, a pornographic moan coming from you. “fuck you sound heavenly, feel it too” miguel groaned. “m-miguel i’m gonna cum” you whined biting your lip. “go ahead baby, cum all on this dick” he whimpered. and so you did.

he leaned up to grab you and flipped you over so you were laying on the bed with him on top. he threw your legs over his shoulder so he could really drive into your cunt. he rest his hand on the headboard, leaning down to kiss you, now sloppy and rushed. “fuck, you are tight” he moaned. soon he reached his climax as well, throwing his head back, his pace slowing down.

he got up and threw the condom away, grabbing a rag with warm water on his way back. he cleaned you off and got you a pair of fresh underwear. he cleaned himself off too putting his boxers on before climbing into the bed with you. he put an arm out indicating he wanted you to lay in it, so you did and you rest your head on his chest. “so did i do a good job pleasing you for your first time” he asked, grabbing your hand to hold. you looked up at him and nodded your head “yes, i loved it” you smiled.

he traced things along your bare back until he heard your soft snores and felt your light breathing on his chest. he smiled to himself before he too fell asleep with you wrapped up in his arms.

#NIA WRITES ࿐#across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara x black reader #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o’hara smut #spider man 2099 #spider man 2099 smut #miguel o’hara x you

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ink-witch · 1 year

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Here she is, coming out of the dark! ⌛️

Finished my Twyla sketch, I think I’m going to start coloring it this evening! I tried to make her eyes that glow in the dark green/color of her old hair and I’m in loveeeee with how it looks so far🖤

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asters-random-sideblog · 1 year

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hey guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

my name is aster.

my pronouns are she/her/they/them.

my main is @anxiety-lemsbian

If you want other blogs to follow my art/music sideblog is @phoebes-bridges

i love musicals, especially hamilton, matilda and heathers

my comfort movies are mamma mia and high school musical

likes: cats, phoebe bridgers, finland, vintage teacups, watercolours, music, bracelets, queer people, radio silence, taylor swift, rain, cardigans, knitted vests, embroidery, green, lorde, dangerfield, drawing, quirky stuff, ducks, stars, girls, tumblr, tacos, art, ballgowns, long skirts, oversized shirts/jumpers, sweetpeas, rainbows, alice oseman, daisies, mochi, lily of the valley, eliza and the delusionals, pale sunlight, typewriters, rotary phones, earrings, like three people, lavender, floral scented soaps/conditioners, peppermint lip balm, blue eyes, the texture of velvet, being alone, apple pie, gilmore girls, people using my correct pronouns, heartstopper, little women, reading, nice pink watermelon, british accents, a flower fairies treasury, sarcasm, sunflowers, the ocean when it’s raining or dark, stuff that’s naturally grey (rainclouds, etc.) lemon iced tea, frances janvier, spanish, macarons, bubble tea

dislikes: math, global warming, migraines, the sun, tight clothes, pimples, homophobia, spiders, racism, transphobia, shitty people, terfs, aphobia, tiktok, wasps, watermelon when it’s too red and floury, my father, school, most people, being bad at spanish, being alone when I feel people will judge me for it, depression, anxiety, people being ignorant, my mother, drunk people, smokers, feeling uncomfortable, most men, vomit, rejection, being delusional

i’m a minor

i speak un peqeño español and i love cats

my pronouns page:

i love osemanverse but im especially addicted to radio silence, solitare and loveless (i kin frances sm)

im gay (in a sapphic way)

BETH MARCH STAN OMG

love love love darcy olsson and sam kerr lol

i loveeeee enola holmes

im in love with the one bracelet i own

i have depression and anxiety, and probably asd and adhd

feel free to drop into my inbox at any time i love getting asks

i like sleeping

this is a list of songs i claim as my own:

liability, ribs, no better, stoned at the nail salon and sober II (melodrama) by lorde

happiness is a butterfly and cinnamon girl by lana del rey

not strong enough, anticurse, letter to an old poet and true blue by boygenius

meteor shower by cavetown

the story of us, seven, illicit affairs, you’re on your own kid, would’ve could’ve should’ve, if this was a movie , hoax, i don’t wanna live forever, right where you left me, i can see you, invisible string, the lakes, mirrorball and this is me trying by taylor swift

motion sickness, moon song, graceland too, garden song, kyoto and i know the end by phoebe bridgers

watch you sleep and rue by girl in red

there it goes and you’re just a boy (and i’m kinda the man) by maisie peters

summer child by conan gray

all-american bitch, brutal, deja vu, lacy, bad idea right?, hope ur ok, teenage dream, get him back! and good 4 u by olivia rodrigo

just exist and cigarette by eliza and the delusionals

ok i think im done

am i done?

i think imma make an aesthetic board actually

lets do it!!!!

also pls tell me if ur uncomfortable being called babe/darling/love

general DNI's apply, terfs, homophobes, transphobes, NSFW accounts etc etc

have a wonderful day i love you :)

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aalissy · 11 months

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15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Tysm for the tag @bengaltiger25 !

1. Are you named after anyone?

Kinda yeah! My real name is Alyssa but the name most people call me is Lissy. My mom had a best friend in high school named Missy and she thought that the name was super cute so Lissy was born haha.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Oof, not entirely sure. Probs bc of a movie or tv show tho tbh. Honestly, the last miraculous ep where Félix and Kagami were explaining his childhood and how awful his father was had me def tearing up!

3. Do you have kids?

Not at the moment haha. I’m a lilllll too young for kids rn. I do want them eventually tho :).

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

No, not at all 🙄. Honestly, tho I use sarcasm probably tooooo much 🫣. To the point where sometimes people don’t know I’m not being serious lmaooo.

5. What sports do you play/have played?

Uh, yeah, not a sports girly. I’ve never played a sport in my life and have never had any desire too. Nor do I watch any sports lmaooo. The closest I’ve come to sports is reading quite a fair few sports romances bc I loveeee them lmaooo.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about someone?

Probably their hair. Idk why. I guess I just like looking at people’s hair. Does that seem weird? Lmaoooo, probably 🤭

7. What’s your eye color?

They’re kinda a mix between brown and green tbh. Somedays they’re more green and somedays they’re more brown. It depends on what I’m wearing :).

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings >>>>>. That’s not to say I don’t loveeeee scary movies. Bc omg I love jumping and getting scared and then laughing but I def prefer a happy ending. Scary movies that have happy endings are the best lmaooo

9. Any special talents?

Uhhh, I can recite all 50 US states in under a minute. Does that count as a special talent? It’s from a song I learned in elementary school that I suppose just never went away lololol.

10. Where were you born?

Chi-Town! Ye oldeeeee Windy City, how I adore you <3

11. What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, playing video games, and coding are a few of my biggest hobbies. Can I also count watching YouTube videos as a hobby? Cause I swear I spend most of my time there lmaooo

12. Do you have pets?

Yes! I have a tiny lil Morkie named Lulu. She’s 8 years old now and I love her soooo sooo much <3!

13. How tall are you?

Uhhh, between 5′5 and 5′6 tbh. I’m a shrimp bc both of my parents are supperrrrr talll smh. Wish I was taller 😅

14. Favorite subject in school?

English, if you couldn’t tell hahah. I’ve alwayssss loved reading and writing so English was always my strongest subject :).

15. Dream job?

Working in tech! Which, thankfully, is something that I get to do right now! It’s been superrrr fun for me to learn different languages and then take those skills and apply them to projects hehee.

Thanks again for the tag! I’m tagging @rosabud1250 @crescent14 @wehadabondingmoment @dammithawke @lady-de-mon-coeur @therob28 @julysky712 @ladyofthenoodle @team-leo-v @anxietyinthedrivethru @dawn-the-rithmatist @fleur-de-jasmin-fdj @princesscrybabytears @that-starbucks-lover @giuliafc if any of you guys would want to do this 😊!

#personal #tags

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maryjanewatson · 1 month

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🎁 💕 💡 🎨

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

oh boy. uh…so many. for the purposes of this question though i’ll share a bit that i have not been able to stop thinking about since i wrote it. now if only i could finish the thing it’s in…

“I heard you had a wife back in England,” Gyro says, pausing in the middle of his sentence to lick his fingers. “You miss her?”

He can’t believe what he’s hearing. He blinks, head still swimming. “She’s dead.”

“That isn’t what I asked!”

“It was a stupid question.”

“Did you like her? Or was it one of those arranged ones?”

“It suited our purposes. I don’t—“

“What the hell kind of answer is that?! You were married! Swore an oath to each other! And that’s all you have to say about it?”

Gyro’s eyes are huge, opened too wide. He’d paused in the middle of cleaning his fingers, the smallest one still glistening with spit. His lipstick’s almost entirely gone, only a faint smudge of hideous green at the corners of his mouth. This close, Diego can see the hairs he’d missed shaving, the shadow of a mustache growing after a day without a razor. Traces of slickness still cling to his chin, his cheeks.

He’s ugly like this, Diego thinks.

“You’ve never married,” Diego says.

they’re so gross. they’re so…gross…and i’m so obsessed with the concept of this conversation i have to spend 900 years thinking about it.

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

honestly it’s this elden ring one

i really enjoyed writing it and i still think the d-rogier situation is SO entertaining. i really like the vibe that i managed to capture with this one and feel like it’s tonally consistent and fitting with the style of the setting, it maintains that fun fromsoft ambiguity and i just am really happy with it! yeah!

💡How many WIPs do you currently have?

uhhh. i’ve got…3 diegyro oneshots at various stages of progress, a separate document full of potential diegyro oneshot wip ideas, then i’ve got the two…three. three longfics (technically collaborations with per!) that are extensively bulletpointed and i think about them often but are likely to never be finished. one day maybe…i would love to bring at least 2 of them into reality. one is just kind of a steel ball run retelling/au situation that doesn’t have much to do with shipping, the second is a plot-heavy sequel to that retelling and it’s kind of a diegyro manifesto in a way. and the third is a diegyro “bad end” au that turns out…not so bad? it just takes years to get to that point.

i also keep thinking about writing a bloodborne au but that’s in the oneshots folder. i just started a bodyswap fic…sigh.

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

oh jeez. i think rogier taking off the gloves or d trying to cover the armor’s eyes from the elden ring one would be fun. there’s some bits from some of my diegyro wips that i would loveeeee to see fanart of but they’d have to be finished in order for that to happen…anything to do with the corpse eyes and the doubling is always awesome though i get so excited. ugh or the diegyro nasty woundcare situation i’ve got cooking in a wip…or ok this isn’t my fic it’s one of per’s but the scene with dream gyro kneeling down to kiss diego and also take his head is one i’ve wanted to draw for YEARSSSSS but haven’t managed to yet.

thank you for asking this was fun. i hope you enjoy diego gyro hour

#asks #stergeon #i have passions. One way or another ill make diego and gyro meet each other in the marketplace of ideas

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mangoposts · 4 months

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omg wait i wanna do the am i matt’s or chris’ type

i have curly medium brown hair with green eyes. i enjoy singing along with reading and writing. i usually do minimal makeup and i really love blush and mascara :)

U so cuttteeeee I feel like Chris would loveeeee curly hair the most out of them all but i’m gonna say ur more Matt’s vibe

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo

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hopefulromances · 5 months

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Congrats on 1k omg!!! I love you so much, and you’re so very deserving of this success (and much more) Also, can I get song 28 with Keeley?

Thank you so much my loveeeee!!! I am so excited to write for Keeley my love.

#28 Green Eyes - JOSEPH

"If we're headed for the cliffside I'm ready for the fall, if you know me at all You know I don't need lights to decide I'm not changing my mind"

It was dangerous how much you loved Keeley. It was really hard not to. She was so stronger and powerful in every sense of the word and she'd completely taken over of your senses. All she had to do was look at you, with those green eyes, and there was no stopping you.

"Oh you look fit, babes," she grinned as she looked at your Richmond inspired makeup. "That lip color is driving me mad."

You blushed as you slipped the lipstick into your pocket. "Do my hair will you?"

"Of course!

She tugged you over to the bed so she could braid colorful ribbons onto your hair. You felt her gather your hair and push it to the side before her lips made contact with the back of your neck. You shivered and felt her smile as the goosebumps rose over your skin.

"Keely," you breathed out, warning.

She hummed. "What? What's wrong love" Your breath hitched as she pushed down the sleeve of your shirt to kiss down your neck, across your shoulder and down your back. "C'mon, use your words."

"Fuck," you cursed. "You can't do that, we have to go." The game started soon and you had saved seats with Rebecca Welton waiting for you to show up.

"We can be late," Keeley insisted, letting her hand wrap around your center and pull your back flush against her chest, her lips never leaving your skin.

You were meant to be meeting Rebecca for the first time. On top of being a billionaire owner of a Premiere League football club, she was also Keeley's best friend and you cared a lot about making a good impression.

"Keeley," you whined, trying really hard not to lean back completely.

Keeley tilted you head to look at her. Her green eyes bore into yours as she bit down, dragging her teeth over her plump lips.

"Tell me to stop and we'll leave." She knew you couldn't all she needed was to look at you and her green eyes would be the only green light you needed for the rest of the day. Not that you needed a green light, all you needed was her you'd crumple.

You couldn't respond and she smiled, pulling you into her lap properly for a long, sexy, beautiful, perfect, Keeley Jones, kiss.

#Hopefulromances 1k Celebration #spotify wrapped game #Keeley Jones x reader #Keeley Jones

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bellewintersroe · 1 year

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Hi! Love your writing, can I request a bob ship?

Im 5 ft 6, auburn hair that gets darker in winter and lighter in the summer, brownish green eyes, athletic build. I’m very stubborn, strong willed, athletic and loyal to a fault.

I’m an introvert, I love the gym, I love books, I have a knack for finding information about almost anything. Sleeping is one of my favourite things to do, I anger very slowly, I’m good at defusing situations. I really enjoy nights at the bar with my close friends.

I am currently on the path of studying cyber and criminology with hopes of working for the government.

Hey, thank you for your request! <3

I ship you with… Eugene Roe!

Okay so I feel like as you’re both introverts it could potentially be a little awkward at first? Like you deffo start out as just friends/ part of E company maybe together?

You sound super inquisitive so I feel like you might be asking him about being a medic and how much he knows about it all- and he’ll start to smile and laugh about how many questions you have for him.

genuinely loves your attention to detail and finding out new information, he finds himself excited for you to come see him when he’s training or at work (obvs not in the war) so he can show you hands on.

I think once you’d got into that routine so often he’d get a sense that you both kinda like one another, he found you gorgeous, and heard other men complimenting you, so he thought why the hell not.

He’s smooooooth, I know he’s fairly quiet compared to people like Liebgott and Guarnere, but he genuinely has a way with his words- that accent tops it off omg.

i loveeeee the concept of you and Gene being super close all throughout the war, checking up on each other, giving each other food and blankets- but not actually becoming a real couple / more than friends when you’re in Austria.

He’s so deeply in love at this point, and loves how peaceful it makes him feel with you being around. He’s fascinated by your hair as well and sometimes finds himself staring when you wrap your fingers around it, or tuck it behind his ear.

Would just admit his feelings, cos fuck it, here you were on the edge of being separated and/ or shipped to Japan to fight some more, he couldn’t bare making the most of the peace he has now.

sooooooooo romantic oh my- imagine it all sunny around the lakes of Europe and you two confiding in each other finally just the way you wanted.

Gene would definitely love napping with you, he hates how loud the world has become so being in bed with you is his safe space.

big spoon and little spoon. Takes a while to admit he enjoys being a little spoon, you just kinda do it to him one day and he goes along with it- especially after a particularly hard day.

I think Gene would be more introverted than you, I think he’d prefer to stay in rather than go out, he loved a good balance, but loves picking you up at the end of night and making sure you get home safe.

might have to carry you to bed, I can picture this. Literally gets the giggles over drunk you. He’s so head over heels, he admired the duck out of you.

checks out your ass at first discreetly but not so after becoming comfortable with you. The first time you picture him doing it is wayyyy back in France when Easy gets a pass. You’d turn around and his eyes would flicker up and his cheeks would blush furiously- he’d feel so bad after and probably goes home to pray to the Virgin Mary or something idk.

But you’re so calm and would never get angry over this because you’re probably madly in love with him at this point too, it just gives you another reason to openly admire him.

He loves this about you, how calm you are and he’s genuinely never seen you upset / angry? He’s a very patient guy and you sound the same so I feel like arguments would be very rare?

If they happened would be out of pure frustration or wanting the best for each others sake. Like I said they’d be very rare but there’s a sadness that lingers around your argument rather than anger.

sooooo gentle with you, with his touch, his words, genuinely the perfect man omg. (Maybe not so gentle in the bedroom he’s dirty, trust me).

religious boy but still super accepting and chilled out with everything, probs gets a bit confused over contraception, the female anatomy as a whole.

like I know everybody says Gene would be so good if you’re on your period, and he seriously would, but he’s still a 40’s man that’s learnt about battle wounds.

‘cramps? Wdym cramps, what kinda cramps?’ ‘how much blood?!‘. ‘A headache AND cramps?’ Literally shitting, crying throwing up- thinks you’re internally bleeding.

probs thinks a biological female only has two holes lmao he can be dopey. You’d deffo educate him on this.

would admire just how smart and driven you are, your strong willed attitude is very very attractive to Gene- and super important, especially when he’s going through the hard times in Bastogne.

scared of how strong his feelings are and how dependent he could be on you.

probs dreams about you a shit tonne and believes you’re an Angel sent to him or some cute shit. But I kinda mean that in a literal way, it scares him at first until he realises oh wait no I’m just in love with her.

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I ship you platonically with… Buck Compton!

This is a random pairing, I know, and you probably start out as just friendly people.

but Buck in his later life worked for the California court, and I know that’s quite different to working in the government, but he’d genuinely be inspired by things you tell him and find out.

he’s shocked that you’re out at war and he’s found something so in common with you.

probably would exchange books, it’s sorta cute and innocent at first, but after Bastogne I think Buck genuinely needs his friends around him and you could possibly sit and talk to him about all the new information you’ve found out/ what you want to do when you’re home.

Even if he’s not in the right mindset and you think he’s not listen he’s so grateful to you and Malarkey for being at his bedside, reading letters from home, talking to him.

respects you soooo much, very very grateful all throughout his life for you.

#Band of brothers ships #eugene roe x reader #buck Compton x reader

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beesandturtles · 2 years

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Ahhhh please don’t stop those updates, they are wonderful and seriously make my day. There’s so much about that story I’m loving, from everyone’s personalities (May I say I loveeeee how you write April so much) to the small little background stories going (Casey and Leo, Raph and Chaos). It’s so incredibly detailed but it’s detailed to the point that it paints really wonderful images, like I can see every on goings with them. I also love the details when it comes to food!! I’m not sure if you’re a cook or just a foodie in general but I love the attention to detail when it involves meals for them. I’ve straight up cried with that fic, laughed and squirmed in excitement. While he hasn’t shown up too much I also already love how you write Mikey (I’ve always got beef with people sticking him in one box) but you manage to keep what makes him very him yet sprinkle in some aspects that work wonderfully (I hope we can see him more through out)

Ohhh...this made my morning.

While not a foodie, where I grew up, food was a way to show love. Cooking together, eating together, enjoying the little mundane preparation tasks, it was all a part of it.

As for Mikey...I have plans for him.

In fact, my plans for him have already been introduced. Please make of that what you will lmao...

And in the spirit of sharing...how about a confession?

"Okay, that's fair." She purred, face hot and heart pounding as he grinned down at her, "But I was asking about your tattoo." She tapped him on it and asked again, "What is this?"

"Oh." He nodded and picked up another kiwi to handily peel with the provided bread knife and pop into his mouth, "It's oxytocin."

"Oxy...tocin?"

"Mmhmm," He continued to nod, yellow eyes a teasing sparkle as he held a plump green grape up to her mouth. And while it wasn't in season - here anyway - it was still sweet and a little tart.

Just right.

"Which is?"

"It's...a hormone."

"Donnie."

"Yes?"

She frowned, "You're being obtuse."

He shrugged, "A little. It's purposeful because I find it a little embarrassing."

That had April chuckling, "You have a science turtle on your thigh and *this* is embarrassing?"

He looked down at her and arched a brow ridge, half smirk sliding across his face, "Are you saying I should feel embarrassed about Maurice?"

"You made that name up just now and no." April scoffed, popping another bite of sweet crepe into her mouth and almost wishing she'd ordered something more savory because everything was too sweet for this morning... "I *guess* since you've told me the name of it now, however, I can just google it." She smirked at Donnie's almost pained look of embarrassed regret.

"Okay," He sighed after a moment, reaching for her, "Here, let me...give you an example." And he tugged her into his lap to curl his arms around her and press a kiss to her temple. She could feel his erection beneath her, ready and tempting, but he was just holding her close and skimming his fingers through her hair.

After a few seconds, she turned her face up to his and he pressed a tiny kiss to her lips that made everything tingle and had her heart pounding.

So she cupped his face and drew him down into another, deeper kiss and held him close even as he drew back to smile at her.

He was so sweet and so adorable and so absolutely *precious* that she just wanted to- "Everything you're feeling about me right now is caused by a combination oxytocin, dopamine, seratonin, and endorphins."

April drew back to stare at him for a few seconds then managed a sharp, "What."

It came out as a shocked squawk more than anything and her face heated up from something other than all the soft feelings running through her.

She blinked at him and jerked away a little but he held fast and she didn't try to get out of his lap.

"Oxytocin is the bonding hormone. Its produced during sexual congress, especially at ejaculation, and also during labor and delivery. But its also produced when I-" He paused to kiss her tenderly on the forehead and she could hardly help the way her heart pounded, "Do this. Its the 'cuddle hormone.' And its what causes arousal, attachment, recognition, trust, and...love. It's love."

April stared at him for a second, almost in fascination for the hands on scientific breakdown but also in a little bit of confused fear because did he just breakdown his feelings for her to...a chemical? "Oxytocin is...love? So its the reason you...?"

"No." He grinned and shook his head, touching another toe-curling kiss to her lips and cooing, "The reason I love you, April O'Neil, is exactly because of how wonderful you are. How much you have proven yourself over and over again to be exactly who you say you are. You're kind and you're generous and you're understanding and you go so far out of your way for us that at times I wonder if you aren't harming yourself to do it. Oxytocin is simply my body's biological agreement with me deciding that you are perfect in every way."

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icysab · 5 months

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hey!!

could u possibly do a matchup for enhypen pleaseee?

im 5'6.5, but i like to round up and say im 5'7. im INFJ-T, i have hazel eyes, long-ish wavy black hair. i usually wear my pyjamas everywhere, or its oversized clothes that make me look like im drowning in fabric.

im one of the youngest in my friend group, and 100% like the little baby too. im also the mom friend lol. i comfort everyone, give them advice, and really just act like a mom. but im also a bit crazy, and a bit hyper. most of the time im calm, but when I want to be istg im an actual tornado. im also very chaotic....

but i am still quite childish. i like running around and yelling, i like playing in the rain, i like getting sick and skipping school, I like going to amusement parks and the arcade. i loveeeee being annoying, and asking people random questions like, 'when was your mom born?'

im also a hopeless romantic. i want to have one of those cliche love stories (not enemies to lovers tho, that's only cute in books), where i'll never regret falling for who I did. I want someone who'll be my best friend, but will also love me till the day i die.

I definitely grew up too fast. the childish part of me only comes out occasionally. usually I try to be more calm.

some of my favourite things to do are paint, sculpt, draw, read, dance, sing, go on rollercoasters, and pretend im an idol lol. my favourite food is salmon, and I love bread with my soul. my favourite ice cream flavour is vanilla (yes im basic), and my favourite colour is dark green.

im also the type of person to remember and keep random things. I also don't know how to accept compliments.

in terms of looks, i have a face on the smaller side, and I have big cat shaped eyes (think haerin, but longer), a slightly sharp nose, and average heart shaped lips. I have sort of chubby cheeks, but I have high cheekbones. i have a soft v-shaped jawline. im on the lighter side of tan.

hope that's enough loll!

byeeeeeeeee

you are so, SO riki. in every single way. i think your energies match so well?? and you guys would totally enable each other in your antics. like i can envision you two harassing the other members with random questions and jokes (think enha road trip where you two won’t stop asking driver jay “are we there yet? are we there yet” LOL).

he’s totally the type to tease you for liking plain old vanilla but then buy your exact favorite ice cream from the convenience store and bring it to you late night.

def a lot of fun and exciting dates together! and that boy is so infatuated with you like 🥹🥹

hope you enjoyed! this was a fun one

#sabs matchups <3 #kpop matchups #enhypen matchup #enhypen niki

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pookacangetit · 3 years

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Disney Song! Yuu PT. II [Parodies Edition]

The prefect sings more lost lyrics, gives their listeners a heart attack, and their cult continues to flourish (what do you mean the cult is starting to contemplate sacrifices?! Also, are the lyrics originally this... unique?)

MASTERLIST

Yuu's not stupid, they had noticed the terrified looks from the student and the oddities that happen whenever they sing a Disney song.

The sudden breeze and flower petals blinding their sight and trigger their pollen allergy, the tiny animals that appear in the corner of their eye, their basic knowledge of Disney...

It's the Disney princess phenomenon, Yuu concludes after the second bird flew and perched on their hair. The Disney princess without the princess.

So Yuu did some research.

5 minutes into their research, Yuu wishes they never open their mouth and sang a bunch of songs which are, apparently, extinct.

"... ok, new plan."

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The lost lyrics being power ups and such makes it a very, very dangerous weapon

It's like Excalibur which only Arthur was able to wield, the sword being Yuu's disney knowledge and Arthur being Yuu and all

Dangerous magic = political chaos = war = Yuu being taken as an experiment and never escaping = end of the world

So new plan to prevent Yuu from being captured and causing a world war: parodies!

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Yuu: so this is love~ mhmm mhmm~ so this is LOVEEEEE TA-DADA-TA-TAAAAA~

Vil: is that how the song's supposed to go?

Yuu: yes

Leona: yo, what's that last tune

Yuu: the theme for McDonalds'

Vil: ... so it's not part of the song?

Yuu: *straight-faced* it is

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Pomefiore student: for today's report, the great one was seen singing in the library

Ignihyde student: why do you sound like you're hiding something from us

Pomefiore student: well, the song the great one was singing was probably from the Great Sea

Ignihyde student: probably?

Pomefiore student: ... well, they were attempting to juggle a couple of balls and hopping on one feet to another... and singing about the origins of Victorian tableclothes...

Ignihyde student: singing about what?

Pomefiore student: NOTHING

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Twst culture only actually knowing bits and parts of the lost lyrics means Yuu has many, many chances of tricking people into thinking they’re singing the actual song rather than a fake

Though on rare days, they’ll purposefully ensure that people know they’re singing a medley or a parody just to mindfuck with people (read: Disney Villians Medley)

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*darkish shadows looming across the room with purple light waving through*

Yuu: Poor unfortunate souls~ In pain, in need~ This one's longing to be thinner~ That one wants to get the girl~ And do I help them~ Yes, indeed~

Azul: *just vibin'*

Yuu: SO PREPARE FOR THE CHANCE OF A LIFETIME-

*purple light fades slightly, green fire and smoke erupts to mix with the eerie sea scene from before*

Azul: ?!?!

Ruggie: Be prepared for a sensational news!! >:D

Azul: *straight up terrified* are you- mIXING TWO GREAT SEVEN SONGS AT ONCE?!?!

*acid trip with dark smokey caverns and ocean caves alight with dim purple lights, everyone freaks out*

Octavinelle student: THE GOD IS MAD σ(ｏдｏlll)

Savanaclaw student: SOMEONE BRING THE SACRIFICE PUMPKINS ;;!(゜Д゜*);; (ｼ;ﾟДﾟ);;

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Crowley: it's said here that you threatened your fellow students with bodily harm

Yuu: I didn't even talked to them?? They just passed by when I was humming and dragged me here

Crowley: ... what exactly were you humming?

Yuu: umm, something something- oh!- Skip the dramma, stay with mama~ Mother knows best~ Yes-

*darkness engulf the office, faces appear from the walls and reached out to Yuu grinning*

Yuu: ARE YOU READY?-

Crowley: CEASE SUMMONING DEMONS TO MY SCHOOL, PREFECT ヽ(#`Д´)ﾉ~ ┻━┻

#twst #twst imagines #twst dialogue #twst scenarios #disney song yuu

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elytrafemme · 2 years

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aghhhh okay so one of my favorite fics of all time is devil town it literally seeps into my brain and it's a small town horror and there's karlnapity and it's SO GOOD. tubbo and quackity are both so well written in it and the portrayal of trauma is amazing as the horror genre usually doesn't really do a good job of portraying trauma. and just the way that everyone ends up intertwined with everything in the end. it's so interesting. and I absolutely ADORE knifetrick too like I've been reading it since the very first chapters came out and like god certain scenes will literally stick in my mind forever like the balcony knife kiss scene. I'm gonna be at the nursing home in 70 years still talking about it lmao.

DEVIL TOWN IS GENUINELY ONE OF MY FAVORITE FANFICTIONS EVER IT'S SOOOO FUCKING GOOD <3 <3 <3 i'm absolutely obsessed w that author's works overall like everything xe writes is fucking incredible. i fucking LOVEEEEE devil town got me back into horror + made me realize just how fucking much i love the karlnapity dynamic espec when I was a bit newer 2 stuff

AND KNIFETRICK GODDDDD IM ILL OVER THAT FIC ITS SOOO FUCKING....GNGMFHGMGHGM.. Like i wish i had any more articulacy to say this but there's so much i love about the writing style of it in particular like one thing i always try to work on writing is balancing the moods in things i write yk not too much one which way and i think that knifetrick is a case study of how to do that like the balance within the fic itself is incredible GOD writing is so fucking cool it's such a good fic it's so good. and the balcony scene iM SO...I WAS FUCKING . SHOCKED and the green eyes quote HDMGHDF

#nightmare.ask #cael tag :)

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I feel a little bad because I sent so many of these... but also thank youuu for goose, that was incredible, whoever is the love interest of edwina is s2 better live up to that 👏🏼👏🏼 I would loooove to see some Edwina/Matthew fluff, they are so CUTE, if I don’t meet a cute man at next time I am at the museum I will be very disappointed. also Francesca and Michael next week?? cannot wait!! thank you thank you thank you

Whyever would you feel bad? I obviously don’t know exactly which messages are yours butI loveeeee getting messages! And I’m very lucky that I currently have 95 of them sitting here! I know! I’m terrible but I’m getting there!

Oh Edwina’s love interest has a lot to live up to in my mind because Matthew Goose Bagwell is a very special man who makes his own Jam because Mary said she wanted to make Bakewell tarts. And who tags along to Edwina’s functions and had absolutely no idea who Simon Basset was when he met him because he doesn’t follow football. But who went bright red when he met Francesca Bridgerton because he is an avid Kilmartin fan. For the historical accuracy of course. Edwina privately asked Francesca if she and Michael would sign Matthew’s Kilmartin blurays which of course Frankie did with a bemused little smile. Anyway Matthew Goose Bagwell is a gem whom I love and adore and he and Edwina deserve to be so happy.

I’m VERY excited to be writing Michael and Francesca’s story this week! Which! I’m very excited to announce will be called Dangerous! Oooooo!

Anyway! Let’s check in with Edwina and Matthew and Umm... Meeting the parents?

Edwina Sheffield was not a person who got nervous very often. She gave interviews and met people, and smiled, and it took a certain amount of confidence to let your picture be printed on a billboard in the busiest section of London, and yet here she sat, in the passenger seat of Matthew’s car nerves clawing at her stomach. Matthew had sat at her kitchen table a week ago nervously adjusting his glasses, clearly considering his words carefully.

“I really like your sister.” He said gently, and Edwina had raised her eyebrows, surprised by the odd turn. “Though her husband is a little... scary.” He’d finished, swallowing nervously. Edwina felt her brow furrow. “I’m glad. Kate’s my favourite person. We were really close growing up. Still are. And don’t worry about Anthony. He honestly didn’t even like Kate at first, or he at least pretended not to, and you’ve seen them now.” She’d said chuckling quietly, and Matthew had smiled, and then taken a deep breath, his question coming out in a hurried breath. “Umm... Eddie I’d really like it if you met my Mum.” And Edwina had stilled, a slice of toast halfway to her mouth, her mind racing. It was a natural progression of their relationship, this was how relationships were supposed to work, she knew, two people slowly intertwining their lives. But she’d never done it, all of her previous boyfriends keeping her at arms length. Even after months and months. And yet here Matthew was, barely a month in, holding out a piece of string, asking her to take it. “i’d like that as well.”

“There’s no need to be nervous, She’s really excited to meet you.”

Matt said, smiling his little crooked smile that always made her heart beat a little faster. Edwina forced herself to nod, her hands clutching the flowers she’d brought a little desperately, her knuckles turning white. Because she knew Matthew was wrong. There was plenty to worry about. Would Mrs Bagwell think she was a vapid, self obsessed woman? Plenty of people assumed she was. Would she think she wasn’t good enough for her son? She probably wasn’t. She’d been thinking about it all week, playing the possibilities over and over in her head until they’d come spilling out of her when she’d called Kate last night in a near panic.

“Eddie, come on, Matthew’s mum is going to love you!” Kate said gently, and in her panic Edwina had scoffed. “That’s easy for you to say, Anthony’s Mum adores you.” Kate had hummed contentedly. “Violet and I do get along well, because I make Anthony happy. And I know you make Matthew happy, I saw it last week. You’re amazing just as you are, Just be yourself.” “Thank you, Kate. Just be yourself? Are you feeding Edmund this terrible advice?” Edwina had said snappishly. Kate had hung up the phone with a snappish For Fuck’s sake 3 seconds later.

“Here we are!” Matthew said pulling the car to the curb, kissing her cheek before he slid from the car. Nerves twisted Edwina’s stomach as he opened her door, her hand clutching his desperately as they walked up the drive, his thumb rubbing slow circles into her hand. They’d barely taken three steps before the front door burst open. “Matty! There you are!” A small woman called, leaping forward and wrapping Matthew tightly in a hug, motherly affection shining from her as she pulled back patting his cheek affectionately, smoothing his hair with a warm smile on her face. “Oh you look skinny Little Goose.” She said tutting as Matthew blushed. The sight made Edwina’s heart flutter happily. A surge of affection for her boyfriend who said

“Mum, Please!” A little embarrassedly, his eyes flicking to Edwina who had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Mrs. Bagwell’s eyes followed his, and her smile widened impossibly more and Edwina was temporarily startled by the similarity between Matthew and his Mum, the same kindness radiating from them. “Mum, This is Edwina.” Matthew said Smiling proudly as he continued “Eddie, This is my Mum!” Edwina took a deep breath and held her hand out. “Mrs. Bagwell it’s so lovely to meet you.” She said, smiling as naturally as she could manage. And Before she could react Mrs. Bagwell had leapt forward, wrapping her arms tightly around her. Warmth flooding through her chest.

“Just Judy is fine, sweetheart.” She said pulling back, Her eyes flicking over Edwina. “My goodness you are even more beautiful in person.” She said, her eyes a little alarmed as she tugged Edwina into the house, leaving Matthew smiling happily on the driveway. “It’s a little startling actually. Goodness, that smile. No wonder my Matty’s so taken with you.” She said, forcing Edwina down on the sofa in the living room, and Edwina felt her cheeks burning. “Oh, umm..” She started, unsure what to do as Matthew settled beside her, his arm around her waist still grinning happily. Judy shook her head. “Oh no, I don’t mean anything by it, never mind me. How do you take your tea sweetheart?” She said looking back at Edwina expectantly as she left the room, Edwina’s mind racing to catch up with the startling turn. “Oh umm Black, Please. If it’s not too much trouble, No let me help you!” She said trying to stand but Judy shook her head disappearing down the hall.

“She likes you.” Matthew said his lips brushing her cheek softly. Edwina stared down at the flowers still in her hands a little stunned. “I’m not sure how you can tell.” She whispered back a little urgently. Matthew hummed “She knows how happy you make me, that’s all she wants.” And Edwina felt her heart stutter, a surge of something she was growing more suspicious every day was something a little stronger. Their gazes getting tangled together for a second. Judy bustled back into the room, the sound of a kettle whirring in the background. “Now I made this for you, I thought it would look lovely with your colouring.” She said brightly, thrusting a Small package at Edwina who looked around a little helplessly still holding the flowers. “Oh are those for me? You’re sweet.” She said before Edwina could stutter out that they were, “There’s no need to be nervous dear, I can see how happy you make my little Goose. Now Open your gift.” She said dismissively, taking the flowers and gesturing to the gift.

Edwina looked down at it nervously, her fingers shaking slightly as she unwrapped an emerald green scarf, a tiny goose embroidered in flight. Edwina felt tears prick at her eyes. Silence engulfing the room. “You don’t have to wear it of course but-” Judy started but Edwina cut her off “Mrs. Bagwell, I love it.” She said wrapping the ends of the scarf around her neck. Judy smile happily, satisfied. Edwina felt Matthew’s arm nudge hers “Now we match. What a pair hey?” He said, his eyes shining happily behind his glasses. And Edwina felt her breath catch “Yeah, What a pair.”

I’m very sorry, this got away from me!

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