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#possibly ''oh no i have paint on my clothes :('' is more of an issue when you're a ghost and can't physically change clothes#but then one might ask how a ghost gets paint on their clothes in the first place… are the clothes or any part of them physically Tangible…#was brian coming to school in the same clothes every day without anyone noticing… these are the important questions clearly#goosebumps the musical#brooke rodgers#zeke matthews#brian colson#(goosebumps wiki tells me colson is brian's last name. hopefully the book backs that up. don't know if the musical confirms or denies it)

brian Does change clothes in that multiple times there's descriptions of particulars of That Day's Outfit and v much not in a "hey hasn't he been wearing this the whole time" way lol which is very fun in that it does seem to emphasize that brian is solely concerned about it in a completely mundane way, whether it's then actually harder or easier to remove paint as a ghost....about the same i suppose given that his tangibility seems v ordinary and he's asking about washability methods like he doesn't think he needs any extra factor. the fun of brian's general like anxiety & suffering being potentially Just His Personality Already, Ordinarily but perhaps ambiguously, partially, having to do with having died & all....

a sort of similar detail that's more ghostly is that brian seems to kind of Feign going home but evades details about it. e.g. one time brooke asks where he lives & he Gestures In A Direction, like you do, and another time he just kind of walks off into the night which our narration via brooke presumes as Towards Home. although it's a mysterious time b/c zeke just kind of goes off somewhere that's Not home and it isn't ever specified what he was up to there, and then tina emerges to add to the uncertainty and be suspicious. but brian like, leaves the school, goes off somewhere, shows up at / outside it or hangs out w/them at zeke's house From somewhere, and apparently can change clothes and isn't like looking very 1920s with it, but there's no further details lol. and like, is he keeping up with schoolwork in all of this, where's he actually go at night, he presumably can't like die again But otherwise his experience seems very corporeal and ordinary, i Think the only hint of anything being off in the book is zeke's dog being Somewhat wary of brian lol, which is surely a deliberate like animal detecting the paranormal situation. but even said dog isn't Too pressed about it like, he's just some guy

although the book, as i was skimming through passages there, also has zeke hold the back of his head and say he thinks someone hit him after the show lmao which is quite the bold move for brian otherwise being so ordinary and only remarkably nervous and threatened rather than threatening, not the Most to do but i think it'd be a whole deal to muster that level of a swing at someone. but you know, you have to get him on stage somehow and then the musical kind of making it more ambiguous like, Not implying anything abt the method via which one was passed out the whole time, i'd again just be like "eh ghost things," why not, given that there's Also the one moment where he's failing to feel Warmth or what all as the substitute Hint that he's not just entirely some guy, i.e. there can be Some traits that are a bit more supernatural, and that seems more attuned to brian than him being v successful at just suddenly taking someone tf out. like sure on the one hand One Last Goal, maybe he was procrastinating too on trying to sabotage zeke any more elaborately / before the last second, but. and musical brian isn't So nervous as book brian but still a bit for sure, and being very regular all the same....emile with another inadvertently misdirecting safety talk about not concussing anyone. although there's also the part where a ghost who's just some guy hanging out might be very blasé about death lmao. like according to gb ghost kids lore, zeke may or may not be aware he died, and then just get to continue hanging out lmao, although you do generally seem to need some especial Mission to fulfill whether you're also aware of that or not. a loop formed here where ghosts keep having to wait around to perform as the phantom and accidentally(?) killing the living actor to do it, who now has to linger as a ghost for the next production....while that kind of grim humor might be gb appropriate it's evident zeke's fine, but like, if you're a ghost, or if you're alive, don't hit anyone in the head with the intent to knock them out and Only knock them out, life advice

and yeah in the book he introduces himself as brian colson the first time and the musical goes with that too, though can't know if it's In Dialogue anywhere lol given that he introduces himself first name only. and as from indiana, which is also in the book, and it's again very fun ambiguity like yeah maybe he Is from there, and/or maybe he's just like, naming some adjacent state to explain where he Ostensibly moved from so as to just now be showing up. brooke putting him through a steamed hams routine like wwhat region. uhhpstate indiana. well i'm from gary & i've never heard anyone use the expression "[paint] stained hands"

#these are the important answers too lol. i mean i know they're not but given that i Have the answers i have to say them lmfao #you know how it is #goosebumps the musical #emile ''tries to impress the Real Danger of using this trapdoor & in doing so ensures they eventually do so again'' lastname #never scooby doo villain it....never try to Embody the mortal danger....#creating a haunting but the actual ghost is just Also bothered by it. not that brian was liable to do anything on his own #if the play just Was canceled a second time like ughhh 70+ yrs later w/the next next generation ms. walker. here we go again #thanks for hanging out being game for the whodunit investigation to brian who otherwise would probably just be like ''aw man''#great news: you've happened to befriend the couple kids most likely to do that kind of thing #and who happened to Want to be cast as the leads; succeed in doing so; want to check out the trapdoor; succeed in doing so;#be targeted by a faux phantom for intimidation & eventual framing; reinvestigate the beyond suspicious guy about it thanks again brian....#lots going on at once & very funny to be pretty much the most mundane grounded rando involved while also thee actual ghost

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Griddlehark Fics

I have read an absolutely insane amount of Griddlehark fanfics in the past few months so I figured I could make a like...list of all of my favorites that I bookmarked. I'm not sure if anyone will use this but if anything it will be for my own self-indulgence LOL. Just a heads up, this list WILL contain spoilers up to Nona the Ninth, so proceed with your own discretion. Anyway here we go!

(♥︎ = favorite!)

Short (<15k):

"By the Sword" by JeanLuciferGohard (2.6k)

The Reverend Daughter of the Ninth, Necrosaint, Ascended, the greatest bone adept in an Age, does one push-up, and collapses. Harrow does not beg for her cavalier. Harrow rakes her hair back and snarls, “Nav, I am going to unzip your cranial sutures. One by one. And zip them up again sideways.”

"Your Necro Questions Answered" by Magichorse (8.8k)

Syndicated columnist "Nav the Cav" offers a sympathetic ear to cavaliers across the galaxy and dispenses practical, no-nonsense, real talk advice on how to properly manage and care for your necromancer.

"A Lesson in Bones" by Magichorse (3.8k)

One of the laboratory trials at Canaan House compels Harrowhark to swap bodies with her cavalier. What will Gideon do with the power of the most talented bone adept in generations at her disposal? Nothing good, probably.

"Visions of Gideon" by tothewillofthepeople (13k)

Oh my god they were roommates...

"true love's kiss, or something equally nauseating" by corpsesoldier (4.6k)

She was where she needed to be. She was going to pull her necro out of this godforsaken tomb, end the game of musical bodies they were playing, and then everything would be all right. Harrow would be alive. And Gideon was going to give her shit for approximately the next myriad for not just taking what she’d offered and saving them a whole lot of trouble.

"The Big Warm Dark" by decalexas (haelstorm) (2.7k)

Gideon Nav knows how to swing a longsword, brandish a rapier, bridge the gap between life and death, punch the dead in the face, and maybe overthrow an Empire along the way. What she doesn't know how to do is reach for the girl who made all of this possible.

"carrion comfort, despair (not feast on thee)" by NotAFicWriter (5k)

Some time after Alecto wakes, Harrow and Gideon finally have a moment to speak to one another. Hearts are bared. Teeth are bared. Intentions are bared. It all comes at great personal cost (emotional honesty).

"never exhale all the way" by pigflight (1.2k)

Harrowhark paints Gideon's face.

"such an almighty sound" by CountingNothings (10k)♥︎

“I need you to marry me,” Harrow says, a propos of absolutely nothing that Gideon can see. And, uh, okay, this is not what childhood best frenemies say to each other upon discovering that both of their graduate programs have weird residence requirements. “What,” Gideon asks, “the fuck?”

"A Handsomely Dangerous Thing" by zoicite (1.5k)

Had Harrow ever looked at Gideon and felt pride before? Surely not. It sat like a tumor in her chest, a cancerous lump that had grown where it did not belong.

"How it didn't happen" by Nary (1.5k)

"How did you lose it?" Coronabeth asked, more softly than her sister's shrill voice. The group assembled at Canaan House barely knew her, and yet here they were, asking the most irritatingly personal questions, and acting as if they were being kind and thoughtful by prying into her secrets. "I dropped my pen into a vat of acid and reached in to grab it without thinking," Harrow said dryly. Coronabeth recoiled, screwing up her pretty nose. Ianthe looked unsure whether to believe her or not. Their meatslab of cavalier just stared blankly. "The Daughter of the Ninth House was blessed in this manner from her birth, as a symbol of her strength and power over the mysteries of necromancy," Ortus interjected. Harrow glared at him. "Oh," Coronabeth said, an expression of disgusting sympathy on her flawless face. "But then you would never have known who your soulmate was!" Harrow's glare intensified. "My soulmate is bones."

"Halcyon Nights" by Morike91 (10k)

It was hard to tell what was worse: feeling the full warmth of those unguarded honey eyes fall on Harrow, or watching them narrow in recognition and contempt, their warmth now hotter with something else. “What can I get you?” It has been at least four years since Harrow last heard the voice of Gideon Nav, but it was still as familiar as her right hand.

"I completely fucking hate you" by ClaraZorEl (7.5k)

In the coming weeks, Harrowhark learns an unfortunate great deal about Gideon Nav. The kind of porn she likes, the number of bread rolls she can fit into her mouth at once, that she always leans too heavily on her left leg when she fights but can do fifty-seven push-ups in a row without stopping, that her biceps rates 11/10 on the scale of good biceps, that her laugh rumbles like an army of skeletons, and most importantly, that she can’t fucking stand her. Gideon Nav is so grating that Harrow has no doubt she will be her undoing. OR Harrowhark Nonagesimus has been invited to Canaan University's ball. But to successfully represent her house, she needs a cavalier, and unfortunately, her only option is her least favourite barista from her least favourite coffee shop.

"A Thousand Teeth, Yours Among Them" by pipistrelle (7k)

"In the end, she poisoned Ortus; so it was Harrow Nova who walked out to the shuttle a half-step behind the Daughter of the Ninth, the chain of Samael Novenary wound about her offhand wrist, the black blade of the Ninth at her side."

"The Only Prayer We Know" by pipistrelle (12k) [Part 2 of "A Thousand Teeth, Yours Among Them"]

It's like a bad joke: two cavaliers (alive) and two necromancers (one dead) walk into a rebel faction of humanity, looking for a new life -- in every sense of the phrase. What they find is each other, and (in some cases) themselves.

"The Flames of Hell Are Warm" by silverapples (7k)

In which Harrow is a repressed evangelical Christian and Gideon performs burlesque in a lesbian nightclub. Feat. nipple pasties, chewing gum, and a steaming mug of gay coffee (wake up and smell it, Harrow).

"Necro Business" by rnanqo (1.6k) ♥︎

“Gideon,” you said carefully, “I will need to examine your mouth. Various structures, primarily the jaw, but also the lingual muscles—the tongue—” You stopped there. Your cheeks were going red, probably with indignity. “Yeah,” I said, a bit too loudly, “yeah, sure. Do it.”

"Holy Cross, Alaska" by softieghost (10k) ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

Harrow meets Gideon. They go through it together.

"my love will be your armor" by TheKnightsWhoSayBook (2.3k)

"The princess has a right to bestow her favor on whoever she wishes to win a match," Gideon tells her. "Are you going to?" "Why would I? I don't want to marry him," Harrow answers bitterly. "Do you want me to win?" Princess Harrow will be engaged to the winner of the tournament, and her only champion is her useless bodyguard Sir Gideon Nav, who isn't going to save her. Unless...?

"The Meaning Of The Word" by pipistrelle (8.4k)

Harrow, along with a good percentage of Canaan University's necromancy students, has the flu. Gideon has a lot of feelings that she is in no way equipped to handle. It's a tough week.

"(i shine only with the light you gave me)" by sashawire (1.7k) ♥︎

God prods, gently, “Even just starting with their physical description, and we can go from there.” “Imagine,” you say, from somewhere outside your body, “the worst shade of orange you’ve ever seen in your life.” * Harrowhark receives her saintly title.

"i will learn to love the shears" by corpsesoldier (4.7k)

The avulsion trial left Harrow's hair in a sorry state and Gideon offers up her expertise with a blade. Or, Gideon gives Harrow a haircut.

"The Titty Texts: A Work of a Stupendous Titty Nature" by EleniaTrexer (3k)

Gideon accidentally sends Harrow boobs. And then just keeps on sending them.

"can we start over?" by breeeliss (10k)

Gideon needs a tutor. Harrow needs someone to get her out of college gym class. All in all, a pretty straightforward arrangement to make with your ex.

"Dark Mode Enabled" by senseoftheday (12k)

Tech Company AU in which a certain Sales bro with no filter decides to ruin Harrow's life (and feature roadmap) by initiating the cross-functional project from hell. At least, Gideon has the decency to work remotely, and Harrow's new office crush makes some pretty great coffee.

"deconsecrated graves" by emotionsandphenomena (4k)

Gideon and Harrow got out of the cult they were raised in. Okay, what's next?

"settle up in heaven" by liesmyth (3k) ♥︎

“Isn’t this arrogance, Harrow?” Kiriona says. “Think you could fix what God couldn’t?”

"Quoth the Maiden" by Sarsaparilla (10.9k)

The bold outlaws Nova Hawk and Gideon meet for the first time on a narrow log-bridge. But is it really their first meeting? Or: what if Robin Hood and Little John were both lesbians?

"twice in a blue moon" by sinshine (8.7k) ♥︎

Gideon snapped out of her depressing reverie and blinked at her. "That's a really good idea." "Obviously," said Harrow, and it was only a little bit condescending. "Step one, sneak out of the party. Step two, acquire the necessary items at a store. Step three–" Harrow gestured vaguely at the deer in Gideon's hands– "And step four, profit." [G&H rush to fix a smashed snow globe that Dulcinea made so that Cam doesn't kill them before the clock strikes midnight at their NYE party. The fact that Gideon is back in her hometown after a long time away and she and Harrow have unresolved romantic tension is secondary and definitely won't be a problem.]

"It Came From Planet Slut" by LockedTombMemes (8k)

Well. Evidently going undercover to an Idan society fling in order to deliver a message to a high-profile BoE agent was a tits-out kind of look.

"Apostate's Yuletide" by sinshine (12.6k)♥︎

Gideon raised one eyebrow comically high. She smiled easily, erasing any hint of the anxiety that Harrow might have sensed. "What's with all the questions today?" Harrow huffed indignantly and fidgeted with the blanket draped across her lap, worrying the frayed hem with her fingers. "I thought your ego would appreciate the interest." "Yeah, but it's weird coming from you. I'm used to you monologuing, not playing twenty questions." "Perhaps it's a Christmas miracle," suggested Harrow, with an expression so absolutely devoid of joy that Gideon couldn't help but laugh. [Harrow and Gideon burn down a church on Xmas.]

"when it's over" by Adertily (2.5k)

Harrowhark had sworn to herself to live to see the girl in the locked tomb awaken. Alecto has risen. Now God is dead, along with everyone who had ever been dear to her - and Gideon has returned as a distorted creature. The war is over. Harrow wishes she could be too. Or: A character study based on Harrow's suicidal ideation and Gideon's determination to never run anywhere unless she absolutely has to.

"Supernova Bloom!" by sinshine (13k)

"It's just for a week, and then you never have to see me again," said Gideon. "I don't have time to find anyone else." And, "Please." Slowly, Harrow took her hand off the door and cautiously turned around. Gideon watched a dozen unspoken questions flicker across her face. She voiced none of them, but eventually settled on an expression of grim resignation. "I suppose I could suffer you for a week." [Gideon needs help getting her new flower shop ready for the grand opening. Harrow needs cash.]

"I still need your teeth around my organs" by sinshine (7.8k)

Although she was a beloved Daughter and a talented necromancer, Gideon's greatest vice was that she dearly loved to fuck around and find out. Knowing this, perhaps it shouldn't have been as shocking when she lifted one of Nova's hands, flipped it over, and kissed her palm. [4 times Gideon kisses Harrow, 1 time Harrow kisses Gideon]

"cuckoo, cuckoo" by sashawire (1.2k)

What Wake gives it is not a name. To do so would be a moronic, unnecessary cruelty. But she does deign to give it the microscopic dignity of a title, a goal, a purpose. Bomb. Eighteen years later, in the rubble of a once-sacred home, Harrowhark Nonagesimus reaches up and touches Gideon Nav’s grit-covered, blood-rimed face, splits a laugh like the world is ending, and calls her “flower.” * Six times God's unwanted daughter was nicknamed, and once she wasn't.

"my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear" by sashawire (<1k) ♥︎

Gideon chomps into her tongue as hard as she can convince herself, stifling a very dignified squawk. Her eyes water, Emperor’s left tit that fucking hurts, but—it works. Blood weeps from the bite marks, creeping down the back of her throat, up into her nasal cavity, staining her teeth. Okay. She has blood in her mouth. Blood that, somehow, needs to get into Harrow’s mouth. * Step #6: Consume the flesh.

"fifteen percent concentrated power of will" by surreptitiously (9k)

Teaching someone to do a push-up is a love language, when that person is very annoying.

"GHAZAL WHERE I'M BEGGING YOU TO TOUCH ME" by igneousbitch (12k)

You had your body and I had mine, and it was a miracle. Your hands against my face were a miracle. The rest of your meat attached to your hands was a prayer answered and a promise broken, but we were flush and gasping and alive, and Harrow—I really thought you might’ve kissed me then. But I felt it happen. The way your breath suddenly stilled, and your body locked up beneath mine, remembering. How with splintering gentleness, you pushed me away. “I’m so sorry,” was the second thing you said upon waking. The first thing had been my name. Stranded in a safehouse on an Edenite moon, Gideon and Harrow try to put themselves back together.

"catch you on the flip side, sugar lips" by corpsesoldier (4.9k)

Maybe if Harrow's brain runs enough scenarios, she'll find a way to keep what she's lost.

"hand to heart, I swear" by corpsesoldier (5k)

Gideon has a broken heart, and there's only one necromancer who can fix it.

Medium (15-30k)

"If you're doing it right you'll break their ribs" by almostnectarine (22.4k)

"How do you know Nonagesimus has gone somewhere dangerous?" asked Isaac. "Have you wired some kind of alert system?" "It's, uh. It's on the schedule," said Gideon. "I just... forgot. Because of the bread." Nobody was convinced by this, least of all Gideon. "It's a Ninth House thing," Gideon went on, backing away with increasing desperation. This was a slightly more plausible explanation, if only because nobody wanted to look too closely at what fell under the awful skeletal-ribbed and rotting umbrella of Ninth House things. "Gotta go—!" And she was out the door, gone. But it wasn't a Ninth House thing, except inasmuch as it was happening to the only two representatives of the noble and decrepit Ninth House on this quite literally godforsaken rock. Gideon knew Harrow had gone somewhere dangerous—knew that Harrow was back in the lab where they had only just completed a horrible trial—because she could see it, clear as day: an awful overlay on her vision of that terrible dangerous room and a pair of terrible dangerous hands drawing some kind of ward next to the plinth. The hands were definitely Harrow's. This was definitely a problem.

"If Home Is Where the Heart Is (Then We're All Just Fucked)" by JeanLuciferGohard (17k) ♥︎

When Gideon Nav gets a call that her ex-girlfriend, who never bothered to change her designated emergency contact, is in the hospital, she goes against her better judgement and responds. Everything after that just gets more complicated.

"blue gray green lavender" by smolranger (29k) ♥︎

Laser Radial sailor Gideon Nav just wants pass her classes, win a few regattas, and keep her head down. FJ sailor Harrowhark Nonagesimus has grand plans to qualify for the Olympics, preserve her parent's legacy, and save her home town. Despite the ties binding them together, the two have kept their college lives carefully separate for two years. But when Harrow's helm, Ortus, suffers a concussion mid-way through the fall season, their carefully separated lives collide. Harrow needs someone capable of taking Ortus' place for the remainder of the season or her Olympic dreams — and Canaan College's entire sail team — are in peril. And Gideon is her only option.

"Daughters of Hungry Ghosts" by zoicite (24k)

Harrow and Gideon and times they have (and also have not) shared a bed over the years.

"Disney World, Florida" by softieghost (24.6k) [Part 2 of "Holy Cross, Alaska"]

After the events of Alaska, Harrow thanks Gideon the only way she knows how: devotion. -- Chapter 3: The journey concludes. More confessions.

"we've got a good thing goin' " by sinshine (14.6k) ♥︎

“Not to sound ungrateful, but being here makes me wish that you had left me for dead,” said Harrow. Gideon had been staring hard at the face of the fountain’s statue. She was pretty sure that it was carved in the likeness of Naberius himself, but she didn’t want to say it out loud and make it true. She shook her head and turned to Harrow. “Leaving me to live out eternity in your bony sock puppet of a body? Hard pass.” Palamedes and Camilla shared a look. It was the mutual understanding of two people who had been trapped in close quarters with the bickering of Gideon Nav and Harrowhark Nonagesimus for far too long. [Team 69 hide out in Babs's vacation home. Because it's not like he's using it anyway.]

"Cake by the Ocean" by zoicite (15k)♥︎

Okay, so the thing was, Gideon had always been shit at plans. She knew that. Everyone knew that, but this--she really didn’t think it would be this hard! Gideon’s voice was like the least memorable thing about her. Bargaining her voice for a well-shaped set of human legs--that really should have worked in her favor.

"careful fear and (un)dead devotion" by sinshine (23k)

[Gideon and Harrow wake up back in their own bodies but both of them are missing large parts of their memory. Camilla tries not to kill everyone.]

"who ya gonna call?" by igneousbitch (24k)

“Fret not, honeybun.” Gideon shook her red hair out of her eyes, belligerent. “I’m not totally sold on your whole skepticism thing.” “Well,” Harrow said, ignoring the nickname. She turned to the rest of the room, clearing her throat politely before addressing the empty air. “Ghosts, if you’re real, give us a sign. Make a noise. Move something. Send a shiver down our backs. Whisper softly into Nav’s left ear—” “I seriously fucking hate you.” - (Casual sex and paranormal investigation. Not necessarily in that order.) (or: the Buzzfeed Unsolved AU in which Gideon is ready to fight a ghost, and Harrow just wants to be haunted.)

Long(>30k):

"Beneath a Blue and Foreign Sky" by zoicite (35k)

Harrow has a decision to make.

"A Heart Full Of Sutures" by Rohad (40k)

All Gideon wanted was to get outside and ride her motorcycle. No part of that plan had included eight weeks in Canaan Medical Center with a broken Pelvis and the meanest little doctor this side of the eastern seabord.

"Midnight at the Mithraeum" by zoicite (66k) ♥︎

It'd been two years since Gideon Nav gathered her wine key and her gaming license and escaped The Locked Tomb, a speakeasy-style cocktail bar managed by the hateful Harrowhark Nonagesimus. Now, dealing tables at The Mithraeum Hotel & Casino, things were really looking up. So when Gideon scored a date with the most beautiful showgirl in the Gilded Halls of Ida, the last thing she expected was to wake up married to her old nemesis and former coworker. The story starts the night of Gideon's date and alternates between the events leading up to the wedding and the weeks that follow as Gideon tries to navigate life married to someone who claims to want nothing more than to forget she exists.

"Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea" by pipistrelle (90k)

Being the journal of Reverend Daughter Harrowhark Nonagesimus, chronicling the journey of the Emperor's warship Cenotaph on its hunt to slay an immortal Resurrection Beast. Or: the Moby Dick crossover AU that nobody asked for.

"The Darkest Night, The Brightest Light" by eternaleponine (50k)

Harrowhark has known for a long time that her home's financial situation is dire, and not getting better. She has plans to fix it all, but can't implement them until she turns eighteen in a few months. When her parents announce that the best (perhaps only) way to save Drearburh is to marry off its heir, Harrow realizes the timeline has changed and she needs to take action now to save her home... and herself. Desperate times call for desperate measures, after all. Enter Gideon Nav. Detested foe, and Harrow's only hope.

"putting your fist through a thick sheet of glass (i know you don't want to)" by oretsev (46k)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus and Gideon Nav have always been at each other’s throats, and the animosity has only intensified since the death of Harrow’s parents. But when a car accident leaves Gideon without any memories of her past, Harrow sees a chance at the clean slate she’s wanted for years. Becoming involved in Gideon’s recovery assuages some of the guilt, but as she and Gideon become closer and increasingly involved in each other's lives, Harrow worries that some of her secrets may be more than she can atone for.

Ongoing:

"semi-charmed kinda life" by strangedelight (182k+) ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

Gideon asked questions. Harrow surprised her with answers. They reached an agreement; they decided to be smart, to be patient. Gideon made a promise, Harrow gave her one in return. Wait and see. OR the year is 1994, and Gideon and Harrow leave their small town for life in the city. OR team 69 roommates au only this time it's the 90s

"Intern the Sixth" by apocalypticTaco (33k+)

ADDRESSING THE HEIR TO THE NINTH HOUSE, OR PRESUMED EQUIVALENT: PALAMEDES SEXTUS, HEIR TO THE SIXTH HOUSE, PRESENTS HIS COMPLIMENTS TO THE NINTH AND REQUESTS A FORMAL ARRANGEMENT WHEREIN HIS MASTER WARDEN AND CAVALIER APPRENTICESHIP UNDER THE NINTH FOR FOUR YEARS IN EXCHANGE FOR THE SIXTH’S SERVICES. *Details to be discussed. Please turn to back page. Timeframe variable. Services and agreements variable upon the Ninth's request. An internship of this caliber is highly unprecedented and likely unheard of, but any information valuable to the Ninth and into the Tomb will remain undisclosed upon request; Primary experience and study is required as the Master Warden has already decided upon such being his final thesis prior to his end studies. No takebacks, no denials. Pleased to meet you. Palamedes Sextus, Heir to the Sixth and Master Warden and Camilla the Sixth, Cavalier Primary and Warden's Hand of the Library

TO THE MASTER WARDEN: FORMALLY REJECTED.

"What's Eating Gideon Nav?" by labyrinthineRetribution (40k+)

After a miserable fifteen years at Blessed Saint Anastasia's School for Girls, Gideon's luck finally changes.

"We Have Always Lived in the Apartment" by labyrinthineRetribution (171k+)

John looks up from his Jack and Coke in drunken curiosity. "What's with the face, Harrowhark?" he asks, genuinely concerned. "Contrary to popular belief," Gideon butts in, "her face just fuckin' looks like that, bitch." She tends to use "bitch" as liberally as commas when off her ass. "You're piss drunk," you shoot back. "And you, my good bitch, are just as contemptible as the day you clawed your way up from Hell." - It is Harrowhark Nonagesimus' birthday, and it only gets worse from there.

PWP (basically):

"I'll hold in these hands all that remains" by corvidlesbian (6.5k) ♥︎

“Do you want me to try?” Gideon said. “What?” “You got all hot and bothered without me trying. Do you want me to try?” Their newfound habit of cuddling gets interesting.

"sting of a wasp" by brightbolt, imperfectlyctor (42k) ♥︎

"You’re a virgin,” Gideon said, testing it out. "Huh." Harrow didn’t like the sound of that huh. She knew Gideon’s noises, and that was a thoughtful, sinister huh. That was the same huh she’d made before putting canned tuna in Crux’s work boots. Her eyes narrowed. “What.” Gideon cocked her head to the side. “Is there a reason you’re waiting?” There was no judgement in the question— only genuine curiosity. Perhaps it was this that made Harrow more inclined to answer. “I don’t have the time to look for someone new,” She shrugged. “And my available pool is… somewhat limited.” “Well,” Gideon said, with just a hint of conspiracy in those glittering golden eyes. “If you ever want to change that, you have my number.” What? What? Harrow blinked. “What?” Or: the five times Gideon and Harrow successfully bone, and the one time they don't.

"Suckle, Honey" by zoicite (7.9k)

“You crave my juice,” Gideon accused. “I do not crave your juice.” “Fuck, you do though. You went off to explore that study alone, without your cavalier, using a key that I nearly gave my life for, and then you snorted some powder that made you crave my juice! Harrow. I never would have let you sniff powder from a ten thousand year old jar.” This was untrue--Gideon probably wouldn’t have noticed Harrow breathing in a puff of jar powder until it was too late--but it sounded like something Camilla Hect might say, so Gideon went with it anyway. Camilla definitely would have stopped Palamedes from accidentally sniffing old as fuck Eighth House jarred juice addiction powder.

"Five Times We Hatefucked and One Time We Didn't" by rnanqo (8k)

“Fuck you,” you said. “Fuck me yourself, you coward.” You ran a hand through my hair, fisted it, and pulled my head up. From here I had a spectacular view of your weird blown-out seething expression, like I was the worst thing you’d ever seen. Also a view up your blood-crusted nostrils. Choice. “Maybe I will, Griddle,” you said. “Maybe I will stop fucking you over and start fucking you." Gideon and Harrow realize, abruptly, that their hatefucking is no longer hatefucking.

"a call to motion" by groundedsaucer (coasterchild) (10k) ♥︎

Harrow and Gideon watch a porno.

"put her canine teeth in the side of my neck" by stranded_star (8.8k)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus is getting a PhD and a divorce. Against her better judgment, she goes out to the bar to celebrate and meets an incorrigible, absolutely ripped salt-and-paprika butch who takes her home and gives it to her good. To her horror, it's the best night of her life, and she sneaks home with her tail between her legs. Harrow has more important things to worry about - like raising her daughter and building the next stages of her career. But when her daughter's favorite teacher, someone named Griddle, turns about to be the Gideon she met at the bar, she's forced to contend with allowing herself (and her daughter) to find the happy ending she never thought they'd have. Featuring MILF!Harrow, Teacher!Gideon, and a very amused Camilla Hect.

"The Wound That Swallows" by seelieunseelie (7.8k)

Harrow can make out an uncomfortable amount of detail about Gideon’s body beneath. Powerful, strong as ever, yet somehow vulnerable for its supplication below Harrow’s. “Are we gonna get this over with?” Gideon says in a voice softly scratchy. She blushes then when Harrow sits on the edge of the bed. “It will hurt,” Harrow says. “Yeah,” Gideon says. “I think I can handle it.”

#holy shit this is way longer than i thought it would be #uhm i literally gave myself a headache i sat here for like 3 hours doing this #that being said if you have any fic recs lmk LOL #griddlehark #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #the locked tomb #tlt #tlt fic #tlt fanfiction #griddlehark fanfic #rec #long post

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Why soft dom Aziraphale + bratty sub Crowley appeals to me

(be serious though they're both switches)*

Soft Dom Aziraphale

1. heaven

An angel is supposed to be the pure one, undefiled, meek, following orders without question, the girl to be got, the prize to be sought after, the white to be soiled. Subvert it! Aziraphale shouldn't be confined to an eternity of zero agency, naivety, and bland pastels. The idea of Aziraphale getting to really own his "bastard" side, getting to be "selfish," be demanding, be in control--delightful.

And, Aziraphale has guilt complexes on his guilt complexes. Because, unlike most of humanity, he is intimately aware of the righteous, pitiless violence that heaven is capable of. And he's made an art of subtly and ceaselessly defying it by being gentle, by demonstrating enormous restraint. He is a warrior who gave away his holy sword. He swerves severely in the direction of being reserved, harmless, feels clear guilt about any strong desires or direct asks. He has an obvious anxiety about excess (the mental acrobatics he does to justify his book collection, for example, are an entire circus). Free him from the fear of going too far!

2. the effeminate gay man

Thee Southern Pansy, "gay as a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide," with the fancy clothes and prim and proper aesthetic, ever the damsel in distress, flamboyant and limp-wristed, the one who is called slurs by children, the one who is sunshine and sweetness, "the nice one."

Except we know he is secretly a bastard! We know this bitch has preferences! Let him own that! The fact that he is effeminate should not automatically make him more submissive I literally hate that. On the inside Aziraphale is cunty and commanding and he should get to be!

3. with Crowley

Let him say what he craves directly so help me god! No double-speak, no games, no lustfully looking but then looking away immediately. Let him consume. Let him indulge in the gluttony he endlessly flirts with yet denies himself out of guilt and fear. The idea of Aziraphale as a gentle dom just seems so healing, like a puzzle piece that finally gets to click into place without shame.

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Bratty Sub Crowley

1. hell

A demon is supposed to be the impure one, the defiler, the temptress, the seducer, the villain who takes, the black that soils. Subvert it! Crowley shouldn't be confined to the tropes of his demonic nature. He does not just take, just ruin. He is not inherently the one with experience while Aziraphale is the naive, pure little virgin. The idea of him being submissive to an angel (well...to this angel) is a delicious way to challenge that narrative.

And oh my god my girl has trust issues. As a demon his mentality is severely no allies, watch your back, the one who was cast out, rejected for a first offense, shaky ground, always in danger. He's not supposed to trust others, and he has legit biblically valid reasons to be wary and paranoid. Free him from the fear of trusting someone else to take control!

2. Mr. Cool

Mr. Bond, suave, smooth, stoic, sharp angles, stylish and slick, so very dangerous and criminal, the one with the car, the rebel, the snake. Compared with Aziraphale, he's supposed to be Mr. Hardass, "not nice."

Except we know he is secretly a disaster twink, 110% a soft sad little loser under that facade (and not buried that deep either)! He is a romantic who, in spite of hell, wants to give his angel chocolates! Let him own that!

3. with Aziraphale

Let him be unequivocally, unambiguously wanted oh my god! No guessing games! No trying to decipher what the fuck Aziraphale is really saying to him! Free him from the fear of always being "too fast" or "too late." All this bitch wants is for Aziraphale to be pleased by him, by Anthony J-acts-of-service Crowley! The idea of finally allowing him that...another puzzle piece. So satisfying and healing and safe.

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*They're switches your honor

1. "our side"

Not heaven, not hell. Not angels or demons. Not all black or all white. If you think they don't switch, you're wrong.

2. weight & gender

Aziraphale is bigger and keeps his hair short and has a steadiness to him and all those things are perceived as more masculine by some and therefore stronger and more dominant. Fuck that! His size also is too often viewed as something unattractive, which--extremely fuck that. My boy is a treat and a catch. He should get to feel pretty and soft in a totally uncomplicated way as often as he goddamn wants.

Crowley is skinny, often has longer hair, has an absolute treasure hoard of gender, and there's a flightiness to him that's perceived as more feminine by some and therefore weaker and more submissive. Again I say fuck that! His slimness likewise is too often viewed as more desirable, more malleable and able to be cowed; to which I say: die! He is no dainty flower. He actually can often be commanding and capable. Take him seriously.

Furthermore: Aside from the obvious fact that weight, gender, and d/s all have jack shit to do with each other, subverting these tropes remains as important as subverting the other ones. Aziraphale should get to feel delicate and wanted just as much as Crowley. And Crowley should get to feel powerful and in control just as much as Aziraphale. To deny either of them those experiences...bad! Shut up!

3. Crowley & Aziraphale

Their dynamic is already basically gentle dom Aziraphale & bratty sub Crowley. Like literally inches below the surface lmao it's not that hard to spot (see: Az pouts about paint on his jacket, Crowley instantly rushes to fix it but in a cunty way; Crowley pins Az to a wall and Az isn't even slightly intimidated or out of control).

The problem is, they're not talking (see: Az can't ask directly; Crowley has to act tough). Which is why I personally feel that a more honest d/s dynamic, with all that unspoken ritual out in the open, would be an enormous relief for them.

That said, it's not fair to confine them to that familiar dynamic! Crowley isn't a sad wet rat all the time-- let him plan things and have them work out for once. Let him be (on purpose lol) successfully seductive! Likewise Aziraphale deserves to let his fucking hair down. Let my girl not have to do everything in this goddamn house! He deserves to not have to be the one in control all the time. He has trust issues just as deep as Crowley's, and equally deserves to feel safe and wanted.

Also Aziraphale is too much of a hedonist to not want to try everything. If you think he's sticking with one dynamic you are a fool. A clown. As my French-speaking 6,000 year old middle aged babygirl would say: an imbécile.

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I wrote this for me, but if you read this far I hope you enjoyed it lol peace & love on planet earth

#go #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #aziraphale #crowley #good omens meta #extraaa

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Hiya hiya!! I am a massive fucking fan of your writing it is so stimulating for my little distracted brain. On the topic of hai I would LOVE to know more about Lacy's part-time gig at The Bookstore!!!! How often does she work there? Does Lacy get to set up displays and recommend books? Do Eddie or Ronnie ever hang out with Lacy there? (And subsequently does Ivana threaten to perma-ban them from The Bookstore for being so goddamn loud and distracting her best employee???) I am so fucking curious and would love to see it explored a little more 🧡

LEE!!!! thank you so much for your kind kind words and THANK YOU for giving me an excuse to touch upon one of my favorite little elements of the hellfire & ice universe-- THEE BOOKSTORE

i'll be the first to admit that i don't know a goddamn thing about the TARDIS but what i do know is that it's bigger on the inside. same logic applies to the bookstore. place is an intricate network of atriums and ventricles separated by bookcases that are so overstuffed, they seem like they're going to keel over like dominoes any second. it smells like warm and dust and it's always semi-dark in there, with lamps seemingly having sprung from the ground in the most strategic of places. wall sconces sprout from the woodwork, supported by dodgy, illegal wiring. you take your life in your hands any time you walk in there, essentially. but you'd never know it! because it's serene and it's peaceful until--

lacy starts working there. and for some reason, it seems that lacy, eddie, ronnie and chaos are a package deal. eddie and ronnie use the darkened corners of the bookstore to the full extent of their danger, playing endless games of 'who can scare lacy by hiding in the world history section' which has earned more than one heavy biography of ferdinand magellan being aimed at eddie munson's head.

one even made contact, and eddie insisted that lacy stand there holding an ice cream sandwich to his 'poor brutalized' head because he 'couldn't move his arms' due to the 'concussion'.

ivana, the owner, our beloved ivana, hates these kids. even if eddie is convinced that she's trying to take him as her next controversially young husband-- her fifth. ivana hates them, but never actually follows through on her threatened lifetime bans because ivana also occasionally drinks at the hideout.

a moment for ivana: ivana is so, so fucking cool. ivana used to sell fetish mags in brown paper bags back in the 50s. ivana once lived in new york, and according to legend, threw an olive at norman mailer (eddie: "who?" lacy: "don't worry about it") and it bounced off his head and into andy warhol's drink. ivana is approximately four hundred years old with a platinum blonde beehive, a list of lovers longer than mae west's, a voice like a cement truck and she will never die.

lacy wants to be exactly like her when she grows up-- only, not living in indiana, of course.

ivana has lacy on weekends and some evenings; basically, if her spidey sense tingles and she figures that girl could use something to do. lacy, inflicted with the pathological need to be the best at fucking everything, is a good worker and the best kind of salesperson a place like that could have.

which is to say that she's kind of snooty and derisive of people's pedestrian tastes. it oscillates from customers storming out to customers buying whatever she tells them to, in some misguided attempt to impress her.

precocious and pretentious eighteen year olds have this effect on people. many such cases.

one person it does not have any effect on is eddie munson.

he watches lacy put like, painstaking effort into her staff pick of the week! (she always fights for three) or her display of russian literature ranked by themes of romanticism v nihilism! (the brothers karamazov sits on the top of the display like an angel on a christmas tree)... and then he fucks with it. swaps out a room of one's own with are you there god? it's me, margaret, even if that does prompt lacy giving eddie a keynote speech on the importance of judy blume's forever.

"... and yeah, it's about as thrilling as a slice of wonderbread, but that book is probably why i'm on the pill."

this seems to give eddie pause. "... you're on the pill?"

"what's that look?"

"no, uh-- no, just. good. decision. smart, responsible decision-making. good to... know."

#powder room talk #bastardstevie #THE BOOKSTORE!!! THE BOOKSTORE!!!!!#THANK U LEE <3 #hai brainrot #eddie munson x reader #l. doevski by powder

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Quote for today. I actually think with Jingo, the whole book is one very long delightful quote . :-)

Sergeant Colon knew he was facing one of the most dangerous moments in his career. There was nothing for it. He was out of options. ‘Er … if I add this A and this O and this I and this D,’ he said, the sweat pouring down his pink cheeks, ‘then I can use that V to make “avoid”. Er … and that gets me, er, a … what d’you call these blue squares, Len?’

‘A “Three Times Ye Value of Thee Letter” score,’ said Leonard of Quirm.

‘Well done, sergeant,’ said Lord Vetinari. ‘I do believe that puts you in the lead.’

‘Er … I do believe it does, sir,’ squeaked Sergeant Colon.

‘However, I find that you have left me the use of my U, N and A, B, L, E,’ the Patrician went on, ‘which incidentally lands me on this Three Times the Whole Worde square and, I rather suspect, wins me the game.’

Sergeant Colon sagged with relief.

‘A capital game, Leonard,’ said Vetinari. ‘What did you say it was called?’

‘I call it the “Make Words With Letters That Have All Been Mixed Up Game”, my lord.’

‘Ah. Yes. Obviously. Well done.’

‘Huh, an’ I got three points,’ mumbled Nobby. ‘They was perfectly good words that you wouldn’t let me have, too.’

‘I’m sure the gentlemen don’t want to know those words,’ said Colon severely.

‘I’d have got ten points for that X.’

#pratchett quotes #discworld #jingo #havelock vetinari #fred colon #nobby nobbs #leonard of quirm #poor fred #one of the most dangerous moments in his career #🤣

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Creations AU FNAF 4, But I obnoxiously over explain it 2

Pages 30-59

The sad story of Cody and his miserable life.

I know for a fact some of these pages were lined don't remember if they colored any by @akdrawsandwrites thanks AK. ^w^

More NPC dialogue.

In FNAF 4 game: There's an oddity with the NPC with a green shirt and brown hair, he has a STRIKING appearance to one of the "bullies" older brother's friends. But the one in the green shirt in the game has blonde hair. Idk if they're meant to be the same character and the sprite was just bonked up or what. FNAF color pallets being consistent is NOT something this series is known for lmfao.

I made these two characters brothers and modified his dialogue to suit that he knows Cody by "Josh's brother". Either way this character should know this kid's name lmfao.

The party coming up is apparently Cody's. The last NPC is debated to be the character "Susie" from the games....I color picked and this girl looks black to me. (Susie is white with styled blonde hair) Like they both have bows and wear pink so MAYBE it was meant to be her but idk. This was the design I went with. Retconning design and inconsistent colors in FNAF again: Is not new.

Susie is used as a character in another place in Creations anyway and it wouldn't line up timeline wise. (This makes an animatic with her as the Chica we meet in Mike's story outdated and incorrect but there's LOTS of ideas in the animatics that were abandoned going over all of them would take hours lmfao.)

Exposure therapy, I say as a joke.

You might have noticed an itty bitty detail of Josh getting set off every time Cody starts shouting. Bro does not handle that shit well.

Yeet the child again, damn it Josh you gotta kick that habit.

Josh's main response to dealing with Cody: Lock him somewhere where he doesn't have to deal wit him.

Oh dear. This looks familiar.

Creations readers and FNAF players alike know where this shit is going.

HI MIKE! ❤️ Yes that's Mike without his dyed hair lol.

Reasonably avoiding confrontation but uh, to the determent of others oof.

Dude proceeds to never stop throwing himself in danger later so I guess he decided to slam to the other side of the two extremes lmao.

HAH.

Well that explains Cody's creepy ass stalker crush on Mike.

He didn't really SPECIFY he recognized Mike verbally when talking to him in the main comic but here we get conformation he for sure did.

Again Cody/Golden Freddy doesn't consider himself a 1 to 1 with the original Cody. Rather just a robot with the kid's memories/soul.

They don't feel like his memories.

Lol. Cody and his Para-social relationship with Mike Schmidt.

We can tell this genuinely amuses him as his eyes aren't red.

Hah he says something to the same affect in thee FNAF 1 Arc...with a lot more body horror involved.

"It was just a prank bro"

Daddy's gonna make it all better.

Cody stop that. We've talked about how the faces you make are unsightly.

Also Puppet. She's here.

People didn't really GET Cody's reality bending abilities: So he explains it pretty plainly here.

He's powerful as hell. X'D

Basically the most OP character in Creations much like the cannon Golden Freddy.

So I'll give ya some writing advice: If you're gonna make an OP character, just make them lazy as fuck.

Easiest way to nerf them: Make them just not care about fighting. X'D

Cody's got a mixture of laziness, apathy and fear of daddy to keep him from being helpful much in the plot.

Because if he wasn't he'd clap Afton in 2 seconds and that'd be no fun. So he's a coward lmao.

He was gonna snap that bitches neck while he slept. And not a single one of us would have blamed him. UwU

Casually hides in his brother's closet XDDD

Also I pointed it out before but Josh's room is Michael's room in main story.

Cody's cowardess is on full display: He bent to NOT killing Josh when he realized how badly Josh was coping with his brother's death.

Just like his daddy!~

Jokes aside this is my fave page in FNAF 4. It was lined by AK. I drew the sketch

I like, never draw the nightmares but the ended up so good here. Props to Ak for translating the sketches real well.

This is another instance of what I mean when I say there's no real good "Starting" place for the Creations AU.

This is smth that happens in Sister Location, but I feel Josh's character is more interesting with this context.

Buuuut this scene makes no sense. Aaaaand FNAF 4 shows more chronological events.

Agh.

Honestly whenever I get around to doing "Spring Bonnie's friends" I'd argue that is the best place to start chronologically but we'll see.

Anyway Cody saving his dumbass brother is so funny to me.

It's also really sad to think that he saved Josh because he knew how much Josh HATED the idea of dying in a springlock suit. Cody shows empathy quite often, especially towards Mike but this extends to helping Josh too.

His little "Now who's the cry baby?" is just the icing on the cake. XD

So Josh IS dead...?

Kind of?

His "remnant" is just kinda all over the place.

Will pick up in part 3 since PAGE LIMITS.

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Osbornes One - First Chapter

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Chapter One One Year Later "I don't want to leave you, my little love." Athena pressed a kiss to ber baby girl's face. "But I made a promise to your great-aunt that I would watch over Jessalyn at her first ball." She kissed her again and handed her to her nanny. "As soon as I get home, I will come see her." "Yes, ma'am, of course," Sophie said. Athena went to her room where she donned her gown for the night. It was deep shades of grey with deep purple trimmings. It was not quite a ball gown, but nice enough that she wouldn't completely stand out like a sore thumb. She was there to chaperone. Alec met her at the bottom of the stairs. He wore a dark red coat over a grey waistcoat patterned with roses. His breeches were the same shade of grey as his waistcoat. "Just because we're twins doesn't mean we need to match," She said as he helped her into her wrap. "Excuse me, my coat is red. If I was going to match you, I would have chosen the purple. And I look hideous in purple." He held out his arm. "Besides that, I just got this waistcoat and purple wouldn't have done well with the roses." "Well, you look quite handsome. All the ladies will be falling over themselves to dance with you." "I promised the waltz to Jess yesterday." He helped her up into the carriage. "She said she was still too nervous with that one to dance with anyone else."

"Don't let her fall in love with you," Athena teased.

Alec laughed, "Wouldn't dream of it."

"The dress is light pink," Jessalyn explained to Charlie. "The sleeves puff at the shoulders. The skirt has roses embroidered around the hem."

"I assume you are wearing a matching bonnet and carrying the complementing fan."

"I am." Charlie smiled, "It sounds quite pretty. Especially they way Mama was bustling around you." He paused a moment. "Are you as worried for her as I am?"

She placed a hand on his arm. "Mama has done this twice already. She'll be fine."

"But this one is more dangerous. Papa is staying close." "She said he did that with both of us. Stop worrying. You're supposed to loosen up and charm some ladies."

"Can't charm ladies who prefer to dance rather than talk." She poked his side. "There will be someone, Chip. Just smile and relax."

He turned to her and gave her his most dazzling smile. "Good enough."

She brushed a lock of hair off his forehead. "Perfect. I do have a few friends who would be interested, you know? I will introduce you."

"Thank you." They sat in silence through the rest of the carriage ride.

Once it stopped, Charlie made his way out and held out his hand for Jess. Once out of the carriage, she slipped her arm through his and started chattering about the sights around them as she led them to the receiving line. He adored how much she described things to him. She'd picked it up from their parents from the time she could start to talk. Alec and Athena did as well. But Jess did it with such enthusiasm that Charlie owed to her artistic mind.

"Chip!" Alec called. A moment later his friend clapped him on the shoulder. "Thee and I have been waiting for you." He purposely took Jess's arm from Charlie's.

There was a moment of silence in which Charlie was sure the twins were speaking to each other with their gestures.

Then Athena's gardenia scent overwhelmed his senses as she slipped her arm into Charlie's. "You look quite handsome tonight," Athena said softly.

"Thank you. I assume you look quite pretty, even in half mourning."

She took in a sharp breath. "Alec says so. But I can't take his word for it, he's my brother."

They made their way through the receiving line to greet the hosts.

Once inside, the sound was disorienting. "Would you like to go to the games room?" Jess asked.

He gave her a withering look. "Aren't I supposed to meet your friends?"

"I can bring them in there," Jess said, slipping her arm into his empty one. "The crowd is smaller and the conversation less superficial."

He smiled down at his little sister. "I do appreciate how you attempt to take care of me. But I'll remain in here for now. Just steer me toward a corner." He looked between the ladies on his arms. "One or the other of you, at least."

"I will procure refreshment," Athena said, removing her arm from his. "Come along, baby brother."

"You're only older than me by four minutes," Alec argued as they walked away.

Jess found Charlie a spot near the terrace doors. He could smell the fresh air coming through them.

She guided him to a chair. "It's about ten steps to your right to get out."

"I can tell where the light changes, Jessie. Thank you, though."

She kissed his cheek and turned to speak to her group of friends who had found her. Their voices overlapped and then mingled with the rest of the crowd.

Part of Charlie wished he could dance. He did know the steps to all the dances, but of course without being able to see the others, he would make the biggest fool of himself. So he always sat at these balls. And waited for sympathetic people to introduce themselves or for someone desperate to introduce their daughter to any bachelor.

"This is my brother," Jess was saying. "Lord Charles Seymore-Wyndham, this is Miss Margaret Latham."

Charlie stood and held out his hand. She took it and he bent over it. "Lovely to meet you, Miss Latham."

"And you, Lord Charles." The young woman's voice was deeper than some of the other ladies he often was introduced to.

Jess cleared her throat at the awkward silence. "Margot, my brother is very fond of taking a turn about the room. I'm sure your mama wouldn't object as long as you stay within her eyesight."

"Yes, go on, Margot." This came from an older woman. "I shall be right here when you return."

"Jessalyn, where is Athena?" Charlie asked.

"I am here," Athena said. "Hello, Mrs. Latham. How lovely to see you and your daughter this evening."

"Lady Athena," the older woman said, "How is your baby?"

"Growing like a wild vine." Athena chuckled. "Oh, good evening, Margot."

"Good evening, Lady Athena."

Charlie held out his arm to Margaret. "Shall we take that turn about then?"

"Yes, of course." She slipped her arm into his.

He murmured, "I must ask you to please guide me around people and obstacles."

"Of course, it is no problem."

They walked in a comfortable silence for a while, greeting those they passed.

Once they were for sure out of earshot, Margaret broke the silence. "This is my fourth season," she said quickly. "No proposals. I think I scare men away when I start to tell them about my interest in plants. Especially flowers. Are you fond of flowers, Lord Charles?"

Charlie grinned, "I must admit I know very little about flowers. Please tell me your favorite."

She giggled. "Oh, it's difficult for me to name a favorite." She continued to talk about several different flowers, naming their scientific names as well as the common ones. She explained the different scents and shapes and other characteristics.

Charlie was glad of it. She had a kind voice and demeanor.

They arrived back where they started. "Thank you for listening, Lord Charles."

"Thank you for telling me about those flowers." He heard someone clear their throat and he was certain it was Jessalyn. "May I call tomorrow and you can show me your garden?"

"Mama?"

"Please, do, Lord Charles," said Mrs. Latham.

#writeblr #romance novel #romance #original writing #historical romance #athena and charlie #athena osborne #love never fails series #charles seymour wyndham

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bambithevideogame · 8 months

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#TheGreatTree #BambiTheVideoGame

Map of Thee Forest Kingdom

#Bambi the video game #Map of thee Forest kingdom #The most dangerous game #playstation7 #Thee Forest kingdom #The tulip fairie #the black princess #the enchanted Dawn #the white fawn #Love is a song

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twomanimpregkink · 10 months

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A game fantasy

I like to imagine that you and me chose to play a game.

I’ve got a breeding kink, and you’ve got a risk kink, or maybe you’ve got a breeding kink and you don’t want to do anything stupid.

So we’ve devised a game. This time, the base game is checkers. It works like this:

There’s ten games, and you’re wearing six items of clothing - one bra (or a binder, if that’s what you’d like to be wearing, the game is just as fun if you’re a trans dude or an enby who doesn’t like their breasts, or just a butch lesbian who prefers a flatter presentation), one shirt, one pair of pants, one pair of socks, and a light jacket. I’m wearing the same. When one of us wins, we have two choices: add two more games to the total, or strip an item of clothing off the other person. If I’m naked and you win, you can fuck me with a condom. If you're naked and I win a game, I can fuck you until I cum in you.

Since we’re roughly even players, this is a game where, most of the time, nobody fucks anybody.

The games are on a five minute chess timer, to keep things from running for hours.

But there’s another rule:

Anyone who wins a game can force the other to take a shot.

That doesn’t seem like much to you - a little lubrication, but ultimately when we start playing, but our first time runs like this:

The first game is close, and hardfought, but I win.

You expect to take off your outer jacket, but I tell you to take a shot, instead.

The second game is close, and you win it. You can feel the alcohol starting to kick in, but it isn’t much. You have me take off my jacket

I win the next game, mostly on luck, but also, a little bit, because you’re more intoxicated than me, and I make you take another shot.

We play again, and this time the intoxication, plus the fact that randomness has grouping, causes me to win another game. Bottoms up.

The next game, you come out to an early lead, but as the intoxication affects you more, you find yourself behind again.

Another shot.

You’re at a significant disadvantage now - you’re very drunk, and I’m totally sober.

From then on, it goes like this:

I beat you - and I beat you in every game when you’re this drunk, and then I take an item of clothes off. Then, the next time, I add two games. Then, another shot, then, two more games.

You only get a little drunker as time goes by, but you get a little drunker, and you’re already at a significant disadvantage. First it’s your jacket, then it’s your shirt, then it’s your pants, then it’s your socks, then your bra (or binder, again), then your underwear.

You fight hard that last game, but you’re the equivalent of six shots in by that last game, and when my piece takes your last piece, and I order you on your back, you’re wet and ready.

And I rut into you, and fuck you, and you moan, and you’re… look, even sober, you’re into the risk. Here, blitzed out of your mind, you can’t even think about the real danger, just the joy of being fucked and thee knowledge that you can get knocked up. And it’s not like I’m an inattentive lover - I rub your clit, or, if that’s not what you want, whatever we talked about to make the experience pleasurable for you as I rut into you.

You take a first load of cum with real vigor. You think, perhaps, that the game is over.

It isn’t.

There are still five games left, honey, and I intend to cum in your cunt

#br33d1ng #pr3gnancy r1sk #cnc vibes but with consent?#impr3g

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I mean Jack COULD still be the son of lucifer in a pjo crossover. there are christian, jewish, and muslim demigods in the series that are like 'just because my dad is some flop deity doesn't mean Thee God is bad' (would love to see Percy find out that is very much not the case in Jack's experience)

oh they were included? I haven’t touched PJO in years so I don’t remember a lot of details and kept thinking during my brainstorming “if all these other religions have greek/roman roots why aren’t they in the books too” lol. Im gonna start rereading them for the show tho!!

I def think another thing Percy would be shocked to find out is that Lucifer wasn’t necessarily a deadbeat/absentee like most gods, like he did try to get involved with jack — although it was just to make him a ‘chip off the old block’ and jack wound up getting his throat slit for rejecting him lol (which percy would also be completely horrified by). Percy would like 100% be the guy to show Jack around normal kid stuff like “hey here’s an arcade let’s go play games” “you gotta watch this thing that’s a staple of pop culture” etc etc

also I know percy and his friends have their own “wuh-oh we just did a crime erm that was awkward” kinda thing but jack like. Committed multiple biblical atrocities and tortured a guy once, and has an FBI profile listing him as armed+dangerous. I would LOVE to see that difference play out with them lmao

#holdthypeace.txt #spn #jack kline #pjo #percy jackson #supernatural #percy jackson and the olympians #DID I MENTION JACK WOULD LOVE TYSON #BECSYSE HE WOULD

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Law of Attraction Ep 4 - because one post about this ep is clearly not enough

I won't even embarrass myself by admitting how many times I've rewatched LoA episode 4 since Saturday. This series and its characters do to my head what Jae Won from The Eight Sense did, I have a complete fixation on them, I watch the characters' faces with solemnity and attention like a fucking scientist, focusing on every, even the smallest grimace on their face. What else these series have in common is that my interest extends beyond romance, simply these characters are wonderful and fascinate me on their own.

I love Thee and Tinn's scene, I'm impressed by their raw emotions. Tinn lets them all out, his face shows all the pain, frustration and rage he feels, Jam is AWESOME in this scene. Thee has similar feelings, plus a need to protect Tanthai and fear for him, and his tragedy is that, unlike Tinn, he can't show his feelings. I was so focused on Thee's incredibly expressive eyes that I didn't mention that Thee also shows emotion through his beautifully shaped lips and clenched jaw ✨ Finding Thee's emotions is an intellectual adventure and a detective work, and I love him for that

love the Tinn and Charn scene, when Tinn lashes out and breaks Charn's heart (and his own in the process). Film and Jam played this scene at the highest level, their emotions and heartbrak are so intense and raw that I feel it in my gut, how they have to control themselves by force. We see that Tinn is hurt, that on the one hand he wants to yell at Charn, but on the other hand he regrets doing it and he regrets what they could be together in this scene. It's possible that his harshness is a subconscious "punishment" for Charn for the fact that in Tinn's eyes he is ruining their potential relationship. Charn, who sees the same thing that their relationship is in danger and desperately tries to save it by confessing to Tinn's grandma. And when even that fails, his face crumbles, and when he says he's "only evil" to Tinn, he can't physically endure it and gods, it shows. And then the regret on Tinn's face as he watches Charn leave. Film and Jam gave their EVERYTHING in this scene.

I don't like Tanthai for many reasons, but I still give him a chance because he knows how much the physical workers get paid. Tanthai is an asshole but at least he is aware of class war differencess and blue collar workers wages lol

I also wanted to say that Charn has one of the best seduction scenes I've ever seen and Tinn must have an iron will that he didn't give up, because me? I would fold like origami in this scene. Film has a very pleasant, low voice, but in the bathroom scene, his voice went down to even lower registers, which I felt somewhere around the lower part of my spine. Throw in his bedroom eyes, barely concealed tongue, smirks, his full upper lip, incredible confidence and killer directness, and you have a mix that I'm surprised didn't burn down that bathroom, or at least the clothes on Tinn. Tinn who first continued the game like a seasoned player and then just left is probably some reincarnation of legendary warriors lol

I just love Charn for all of the above, but also for his boyishness, playfulness, even childishness, the way he makes funny faces, rolls his eyes and is such a brat. This is someone I imagine you can just have a good time with 😊

Film absolutely killed it in this episode, but the two scenes that impressed me the most regarding his acting: 1) when he realizes what a mistake he made in threatening the senator and 2) when he realizes that Tinn sees nothing but evil in him. What he did with his face in those scenes, how he nailed Charn's charcter, was simply masterful

I absolutely love Tinn and Charn in their famous jealousy scene where they showed one of my most favorite couple dynamics. Tinn "I don't trust you but the world needs to know you're mine", Tinn putting up barriers in their relationship but who also puts himself protectively as a barrier between his "rival" and Charn. Tinn, who in this scene is very manly, who "marks his territory" lol but without stupid violence and pointless aggression. Even when he's angry, his values take over and he's still polite, even though his whole body screams "fuck off or else". And I love it when a strong character just gives in, melts in the arms of his beloved. Charn is very strong mentally, he can also kick ass if need be, he can handle himself and seeing him when he just gives in, goes all quiet and placid in Tinn's arms, giving him the lead in this situation has done things to me. What I love is that Charn chooses to be like this in this scene. I just love this dynamic, it's about trust, strenght, the growly "mine" but all. done. right. 💖 Charn is not a damsel in distress, Tinn is not a noble knight in this scene and they both know it 🤩

every time I watch the ending I have the same feeling that Tinn lingers a bit, like he's waiting for an invitation. And when he looks back and sees Charn without his trademark smile, just kind of sad and lonely, I catch myself waiting for him to run over to Charn. Again, Tinn is stronger than me, because I would run to you my sad pretty prince *sobs*

how the act after their "date", the reminiscing, the giddiness, all the fond smiles are so real and lovely

(hm, it seems that Charn's bodyguard has betrayed them🤔)

I haven't felt this much excitement and this need to go back to the series over and over again, to think about it, since The Eight Sense. I'm so happy 💖💖💖💖

#laws of attraction #thai bl #bl drama

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