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sugarcoatedstarkey · 4 months

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Firsts

pairings - Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

summary - Rafe was always there for your firsts.

warnings - drinking, drugs, language, fem receiving oral. (18+)

An/ I have other fics I should be finishing but this came to me this morning and I needed to write it!

Rafe Cameron.

Rafe Cameron was your first everything.

First friend, first girl boy hug, first kiss, first touch, first time, you hadn’t expected him to be your first heartbreak though.

Having been friends with him the moment your eyes landed on the quiet boy who sat on the browning grass, staring out at the kids playing. You can still remember the slight scowl on his chubby little face, you took it upon yourself to be friends with him.

Surprisingly he wanted to be your friend just as much as you wanted to be his, from that moment on the two of you were inseparable. It helped that you moved in next door to him, your parents becoming fast friends.

Throwback to the ripe age of 18, the night he broke your heart. You weren’t together, you were just best friends. Best friends that shared each other's firsts and seconds and so on. Neither of you put a label on the love you shared.

You wished you had though, the moment your eyes landed on his hands laced through Rebecca Jones’s tiny delicate hand, you knew that was the end.

He didn’t greet you that night, didn’t pull you into his famous bone crushing hug or whisper about how annoying everyone was. Instead he ignored you, Rebecca and his friends followed behind him as though he was royalty.

He wore a frightening smirk on his face the whole night, shoved at JJ Maybank who was hired as wait staff along with a fair few other pogues. Made a scene and called them names, at one point his father even had to get involved.

You felt sick to your stomach at the sight of the man in front of you, no longer the person you wanted to share your firsts with.

Fast forward to 21, you haven't spoken to him in three years. You couldn’t deny you missed him deeply, his picture still hung from the thin string lining your bedroom wall. But it was only one photo compared to the 300 you had tucked under your bed along with other memories.

It was your birthday, your eyes skimmed the people in the garden setting up for your party. Your eyes shooting to the silk black dress that hung in the doorway of your ensuite, darting your eyes back over the lawn and up at the tall house beside yours.

Your eyes search for a glimpse of Rafe but no life was found in the windows or the balcony. Letting out a soft sigh, you pushed yourself to stand. You didn’t have much time to get ready, your friends would be here soon and would want to start drinking the moment they stepped into your room.

45 minutes later you found yourself on the back porch, nursing a pornstar martini that your friend Elle had made. People had started to arrive and the sun had begun to set, your eyes searching through the sea of people for Rafe. You knew he wouldn’t show, even though at the age of 12 he promised to throw you the biggest 21st, just like the people on tv.

“Hey!”

You jumped slightly in your seat at the brazen voice, eyes landing on your friends who stared at you with worry. “What?” You questioned, grabbing a napkin you dabbed at the liquid that ran down your chest.

“I said, Barry is waiting for you by the side gate”.

All you do is nod and stand, Elle passes you the envelope of cash and keeps her eyes on the people around her. Tucking the folded up envelope in your bra, you make your way to the side of the house.

The music is loud and everyone is having a good time, your parents have gone out for the weekend to give you some space. Your friends had decided they wanted to buy something stronger than weed but were too scared of Barry to organize it themselves, but you apparently had no fear these days.

“Princess”

You knew you made a mistake instantly, Barry lent against the fence in a wife beater and ratty shorts. Smoke surrounded his face, stepping out of the dark he stopped in front of you.

You stood at the same height as him, if you had opted for heels you would have towered over him. “That dress looks good on you”.

“Here’s your money”

He cocked his head and kissed his teeth, eyes roaming your body unashamedly. You take a step back but he’s quick to step forward, gripping your wrist that held the envelope. “How about I give you something that’ll blow your mind but you pay a different way”

You shook your head instantly, you knew what he wanted. You weren’t stupid, the way his eyes darkened at the sight of you. “No I don’t think so… take the cash”

A throaty laugh escapes his lips and he tugs you towards him, your palm smacks his chest to keep you from falling into him further. You can smell the cigarette on his breath, scrunching your nose up when his lips ghost your cheek. “How about you get on your knees and put that pretty little mouth to good use”.

You tug on your wrist but his grip tightens, slipping his tongue out to wet his lips. “I have the cash, please just take the cash”.

His palm meets your shoulder, he uses all his strength to push your body to the floor and your knees hit the gravel. “Barry” you grit, your clenched fist meets his stomach and he doubles over in pain. “You bitch!”.

He coughs loudly and the little baggie falls to the floor, you're quick to grab it and jump up, throwing the envelope to his feet you step back but meet a hard wall. “Do we have a problem?”

All words that sat on the tip of your tongue vanished at the sight of Rafe, his eyes are hard and pointed at Barry. “I have the cash to pay him” your voice is just above a whisper, the skin of your bicep tingles at the feeling of Rafe’s fingers gripping tightly. “I don’t want the cash.. I want her on her knees” Barry growls, he stands up straight and steps towards you again. Pressing your back firmly against Rafe’s chest, he’s quick to pull you behind him. “She’s with me Barry”

“Oh shit man… I didn’t know she was yours!”

“She’s mine”

The goosebumps are back and butterflies swarm your belly, you zone out for what feels like a second but when you come back down to reality, Rafe is ushering you away from the scene, eyes cocking to see Barry hopping on his bike and the envelope you had for him inside his back pocket.

“I didn’t need your help”

You're not sure why you even said that, of course you needed help. There was no way you were leaving with anything unless you sucked Barry off. Rafe ignores you, pushing you forward by your lower back until you're back with your friends. Your fingers tighten around the baggie, hiding it from Rafe’s eyes.

You didn’t care that he knew you were buying drugs, it’s not like you hadn’t seen him snort lines at every party. It just felt strange, your first time doing something harder then weed wasn’t with him.

All your friends' eyes are on the two of you, mouths opened in shock. Before anyone can say anything he’s walking away, slipping into the crowd of people and disappearing. “What just happened?”

“Let’s get high”

The four of you lock yourself in the bathroom, opening the small baggie you pour the contents into your palm. “Did he say what it was?”

You shook your head, placing a small pill on the tip of your tongue. Each of their eyes watch as you swallow, holding out your palm for them to grab.

“I’m scared… I feel like we shouldn’t trust what he gives us”

“It’s fine, if it had been anything bad he would have told Rafe.”

“How do you know that?”

“I just do Elle.. take the damn pill”

Each of them grab a pill and swallow, you put the rest back into the bag and hide it under the toilet sink inside your tampon box.

You're out the door before any of them can stop you, grabbing a bottle of champagne from the bench and heading back outside. Your feet take you further into the party, looking for Rafe. You hadn’t expected him to show up, your parents made you invite him since it would have been rude to throw a party next door without inviting your oldest friend.

You spot Rafe instantly, sipping on a beer and leaning against a pole. Topper and Kelce stand beside him as the two of them chat, Rafe’s eyes meet you for a brief moment before turning away from you.

Anger bubbles in your chest, storming back through the party. The bottle of champagne now half empty by the time you make it to your bathroom, the anger fuels the stupidity in your brain.

Grabbing the pills from the tampon box you take another, wanting the effects of the drug to hit you faster. But by the time you’ve taken the last step of the patio you're swaying, throwing your arms out to brace yourself. “Shit” you laugh, the empty bottle of champagne hitting the grass with a thud.

“Come dance!” Elle shouted, her tiny arms waving above her head. With wobbly legs you make your way to your friends, dancing wildly with them until a hot body comes up behind you and circles their arm around your waist, pressing you firmly to their crotch. “Hey”

You let the person dance against you, hands wandering your thighs and your stomach. The fingers of the stranger behind you brushes the underneath of your breasts before groping a handful, your mouth parts just a tiny bit and your ass presses firmer against him.

“What the fuck?”

Spinning on the spot at the loss of warmth behind you, the guy who had been dancing with you was on the floor. Rafe towered over you once again, his fingers grip your bicep and he’s pulling you away from the party. You notice no one watches the two of you, music drowning out any chatter around them.

“Rafe! What the hell is your problem!” You growl, wriggling in his grip only causing further pain to your arm. You give up rather quickly and let him drag you back into the house, pushing you through the door of the downstairs bathroom and closing the door behind him.

You press up against the bathroom sink and cross your arms, your eyes drift up and down his body. You can hear the harsh breaths Rafe was letting out, his forehead creased in anger. “I haven’t spoken to you in 3 years… you can’t just show up and manhandle me”.

His eyes meet yours finally and he takes a step closer, not close enough for you to touch him though. His cologne invades your nostrils and your cheeks heat from the memories of his hands on your body. “If you're not going to talk I’m leaving… it’s my birthday”.

His eyes finally drop from your eyes and he takes in your body, starting at your sneakers, drinking in the sight of your slender long legs, stopping for a tad longer on your breasts and then back up to your eyes.

You can hear your heartbeat in your ear, Goosebumps litter your skin and you have to brace yourself against the vanity table, legs wobbling from his gaze. “Happy birthday”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, your shoulders relax at the sound of his voice. A voice you hadn’t heard up close in so long, a voice you dreamt about every night. “Thanks”.

The both of you are silent again, the sound of the party behind the door grows louder as the drugs start to lose their effect. “You look nice”

“Thanks”

He takes a step closer again, the toes of his shoes meet yours. The two of you look down briefly and then back at each other, you can smell the scotch on his breath, it's intoxicating.

“Rafe” your fingers touch his bicep softly, electricity flows through the tips of your fingers all the way to your heart. “I’ve missed you” he whispers seconds before his lips are on yours, all the memories you share together hit you like a tidal wave. Your knees buckle but he’s quick to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer to his chest.

“Missed you so much” he grunts, lips peppering kisses against yours. Down your jaw until they meet the base of your throat and he sucks hard, a soft whine escapes your parted lips. “Fuck”.

He grips your hips and drops you on the vanity table, pushing himself between your parted thighs, the heels of your shoes press firmly against his backside, pulling him closer to you. “You taste so fucking good”.

“Fuck Rafe… just like that” you whine, his hips roll against yours. His fingers grope and massage the skin of your thigh, pushing up the length of your dress to expose your nude thong. Your arousal soaks the front of your panties, your knees try to lock together in embarrassment but his thick frame holds them out. “I still make you as wet as I did 3 years ago” he groans, with one swift movement he’s ripped them at the crotch. Your pretty wet pussy exposed to his hungry eyes, his large hands tug you closer to the edge of the sink, dropping to his knees in front of you.

The sight has you clenching around nothing, arousal weeping from your needy hole. He places your feet on his shoulders and situates himself between your thighs. “Be a good girl for me y/n… let me eat your pussy for your birthday”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and nod frantically, the tip of his nose brushes your delicate clit. Your hips jut up to his face, a wicked smile paints itself on his lips. His tongue drops out slowly, the sight of the wet muscle has you whining. “Happy birthday sweetheart”

His hot tongue glides between your folds, your head falling back against the mirror in pure delight. “Oh fuck” you cried, pressing the balls of your feet into his shoulders. His hands grip the outside of your thighs, pulling your legs further apart until he can see your cunt in all its glory, glistening from your arousal. He could see your inner muscles clenching at the sight of him watching you. “Please Rafe” you begged, his lips dropped back to your pussy. Sucking and licking your overly sensitive nub, two of his fingers slip between your opening. Your back arching as he tapped at your g spot, you're sure you can see stars as he works himself on your pussy. “Sweet Jesus… Rafe! Yes yes yes”

The grunt of his approval vibrates against your clit, grinding your hips into his face. Your arousal coats his lower half, nose red from pressing himself so deep into your cunt. “I’m close! Rafe… right there! Holy shittt” your screams can be heard outside the bathroom door, the grip on your thighs are tight as he holds you close to him. You ride out your high, a thin layer sweat coats your chest and forehead. The back of your head hurts from the brutal force of you pushing against the mirror to steady yourself, you watch in silence as Rafe pulls away from you. Just as you open your mouth there are loud bangs on the bathroom door.

“Rafe! Man! Rafe quick Rebecca is outside looking for you!”

He’s out the door in seconds, leaving you alone and feeling dirty. Pressing your thighs closed you let out a silent sob, tears stream your face as you clean yourself up and throw away the ripped panties.

You take a few moments to calm down and slap some sense into yourself, you should have known Rafe was still seeing her. You should have told him to leave the moment he turned up, he was the Rafe you knew.

You exit the bathroom quietly and rush back downstairs in search of a drink, grabbing ahold of the tequila bottle.

As you step onto the patio, your friends quickly greet you. Your eyes stay on Rafe though, ignoring the chatter behind you, your eyes fall to the hand of Rebecca’s, it lay upon his chest in a gesture of adoration. A beautiful diamond placed upon her ring finger, the butterflies in your belly all but die. The beating of your heart is the only thing you hear, he notices where your eyes have landed and he is quick to place his much bigger hand over hers, hiding the beautiful ring from your vision.

He’s engaged.

Rafe Cameron got engaged.

Rafe Cameron had his first engagement and it wasn’t with you…

“Come on let’s go dance” Elle says, noticing the way both you and Rafe stare at each other. You squeeze your eyes shut for a brief moment when Rebecca reaches up to kiss his cheek, bringing the bottle of tequila to your lips. The alcohol burns your throat in the most satisfying way.

Your eyes open to catch the worry that finds its way onto his features as he watches you throw back way too much alcohol for your small body.

“Let’s get fuck up” you exclaim, walking away from your friends and towards the bar your parents had hired for the night.

“4 shots please… actually nah, just give me that bottle of whiskey”.

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spooklies · 2 months

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# Resident Evil - Yandere Chris Redfield (PROFILE)

Type of Yandere: Chris is someone who cares a whole lot about those he loves while pretending that that side of him doesn’t exist. He’ll show he cares for you in every way but verbally at first, but in moments where you two are intimate he’s not against confessing just how much he loves everything about you. And Chris also happens to be overly stubborn once he’s set in his ways, and that in turn will make it difficult to try and reason with the man when he’s decided over something. Control, a position he’s been given since he could remember, and one he’ll hold over you whenever possible. Wearing something he doesn’t like? He’ll all but demand you take it off and change out of it. And if you refuse? Then he isn’t against using other means to get his way. He’s never physical, not unless you want him to be. He’s a man of discipline and understands the importance of boundaries. No, he’ll tap into a side of him that was trained to be a negotiator. Or in simpler terms, he’ll manipulate his darling when they do or say something he disapproves of. Sometimes he’ll even do this without realizing it. Chris has an overwhelmingly dominant air to him that calls for attention and he’s well aware of it.

Love Language: Chris can’t help but want to do everything for his darling, not wanting them to lift a single finger if it could be helped. He’ll treat you like royalty because in his eyes you deserve nothing but the best. He’s very big on touch and will often than not seek out your presence and find an excuse to put his hands on you. “Your shoulders look tense, allow me?” And without waiting for your permission will start massaging your shoulders with the skills of a certified masseuse. He’ll then playfully scold you for exerting yourself, explaining to you why it’s important to rest. “If you don’t keep taking care of yourself then I have no choice but to do it for you.”

Their Biggest Fear: Chris has seen a lot of shit, like shit people never come back from. But when he’s with his darling then it’s as if none of the traumatic events he’s experienced happened in the first place. He’ll often think to himself, “What’ll I ever do without you?” Because in his eyes a life without you isn’t one worth living. And that thought process alone is terrifying to Chris. He’s experienced what it’s like to lose people dear to him, but imagining his darling being the person he loses? Not a chance.

Kidnapping: If his darling ever tried to leave him then he’d definitely panic and jump to the worst conclusions about why you’d ever want to leave him. Those conclusions would then escalate into Chris convincing himself that someone is manipulating you and causing you to have these ‘intrusive’ thoughts. So what better way to keep his darling safe than to keep them at home – a sanctuary he’s created to be in your liking. He’s sure that with time his darling will come to understand why he needs to keep them home and the types of danger that lurks outside waiting to take them away from him.

How Easy is it to Escape?: Near impossible. Chris is an incredibly talented man with all the training a soldier could possibly need to bring an entire government to its knees. There will be locks on every door, safes containing possible escape tools, and even people Chris could rely on to have his back no matter the circumstances. Just hope that things don’t ever escalate that badly.

Punishments (SLIGHT NSFW BUT NOTHING GRAPHIC): “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” After one too many instances of his darling going against his direct orders – house rules, as he prefers to call them – he’ll see no other choice but to teach you the importance of listening to him through more intimate means. Your hands can sometimes end up cuffed to the bedpost, lovebites littering your skin as if you’d just been splashed with paint, and tears running down your face as you squirm and whine for his forgiveness through half-lidded eyes. “Oh I’ve already forgiven you, it’s about proving a point.” And he doesn’t stop until he’s done just that.

Difference to Other Yanderes: Despite how intimidating Chris can get, on the inside he’s a giant sap that often gets compared to a teddy bear more than the fierce grizzly bear the stuffed animal is based off of. He has a lot of powerful connections which also means he’ll be able to provide more than most partners. Ever been to the Grand Canyon? Sure, why not head there first thing Monday? And then right after that how about a trip to the Himalayas for the sake of going there? He’s so used to using these connections for the sake of humanity so it’s a nice change of pace to use them to prevent non-world ending threats from coming into fruition.

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere resident evil #yandere resident evil x reader #yandere chris redfield #yandere chris redfield x reader

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illtakeyoutowonderland · 1 year

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The One (Part 2)

The one where they met

Sihtric x Reader

Modern Y/N meets Uthred and his pretty boys? I'm in.

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A few days had passed and Aethelflaed, that was the name of the pink dress woman, made sure Y/N got everything she needed and more. They had actually grown close, spending time toghether and doing some work.

"You look much better" Y/N looked up from her chores at her and smiled

"I feel much better. Thank you, again for everything" She genuinely said

"I only did what everyone else would've done" Aetheflaed replied, holding Y/N's hand "Now come, let's eat"

She followed her inside where the resst of the nuns where setting the table and bringing food.

Y/N was more than greatful of everything this group of women had done for her, but still everything felt weird and misplaced. The day she arrived she mentioned needing a phone and everyone looked at her as if she was speaking another language. She noticed they had no running water nor electricity. At first she shrugged it of thinking maybe they were some sort of Amish kind of group but that didn't feel right to her. She heard them talking about battles and danes and saxons and whatever those mean. The clothes were as if they were on a period movie, but there were no cameras around.

"Lady Aetheflead" The Abess, the older nun, greeted "Lady Y/N" Both women nodded at her even if Y/N stil didn't understand why everyone was calling her Lady.

The Abess didn't like her at first. She called her a dane and a heathen, again, whatever that means in this times. But Y/N was sure this woman liked very few people if not anyone at all. She treated Aetheflead with the respect and admiration of a celebrity or even royalty, which confuses Y/N even more.

The only reason she this woman hadn't kicked Y/N away yet was because apparently she remembered a pray or two from childhood and she was willing to do some chores in exchange of food and a place to rest.

The Abess and her new friend enganged on a conversation. Something about choosing to live in a place like that, but Y/N wasn't really paying any attention. She wasn't really thinking of anything, she felt calm in her mind for once in a long time and she was tired enough from all the work of the day.

"There are men in the kitchen" Said a nun and Y/N was back to reality. She knew the only men where Eatheflead guards that stood outside and this nuns knew them. They wouldn't be surprised to see them in the kitchen "Danes" She declared and that was the word that changed everything.

"Close the doors. Move the table against it, quickly" Her friend said as they all stood up to barricade themselves.

The nuns stood at the end of the hall while Aetheflead drew out her sword. Yes, they had swords apparently but no phones. Y/N grabbed her knife out of instinct. Someone knoecked on the door #This is God's house" Said the Abess "You live us this very moment" She stated "If you do not and you are Christian, the He will send you to the depts of hel!" Y/N snorted at this. She didn't know how to explain it but the Abess had a certain sense of humor. Aetheflead gave her a look but she could only smile a little while shrugging.

"Abess, they are Danes" A nun repeated

"Well, then, if you are heathen, He will strike you down!"

"What if I am a Christian by birth and a Dane by my heart?" A man said casually standing on the roof of the hall "What then?"

"What the hell?" Y/N exclaimed gaining a not so good look from the nuns around her

"Uthred" Aetheflead said and the relief on her face said almost everyhing.

Once everyone calmed down the table was set again with now more food and more places for Uthred and his men.

"He is a friend" Aetheflead said to Y/N as they sat one again to eat "I'll explain everything I promise"

"I'm Osferth" Said one of the man sitting next to her with a shy smile

"Y/N"

"Nice to meet you Y/N" He nodded and pointed at his friends "And those are Finan and Sithric" He introduce and both men looked up at her, mouths full of food already and gave her a small smile. Y/N waved at them not enterily sre what to do

"You are not from here" A blonde woman stated looking straight at her. She had braids in her hair and small tattoos in her face

"I'm not" Y/N could feel some tension rising as Uthred and everyone else started looking between them "I'm just passing by before I can go back home" She wasn't sure why but she felt the need to explain

"But you have no home now" The blonde said smiling while holding her gaze "It doesn't exist yet" Silence fell upon the entire hall at this words

Y/N froze. Something about her words made some sense after everything she saw and heard but her mind didn't want to accept it, not yet. She didn't know what to say, she had so many questions and none at the same time. She could feel the stare of the others but kept staring at this woman who jut casually went back to eating.

"I don't like you" The Abbess said to the woman who rolled her eyes and everyone breath again.

A few seconds passed before someone talked "Your guards are not, Lady" The man, Finan said to Aetheflead

"Not what?"

"They are not guards" The one called Shithric replied "Their are swords are trinkets"

"They are good men" She defended them

"I'm sure they are loyal. But they are not guards"

"They are barely men" Uthred said and the Abess sighed

"I do not like you, young men" She said to him "You have a very high opinion of yourself" The old woman said and Y/N snorted, agreeing with her only to earn a small slap on her arm from Eatheflead who was smiling also

"I am heathen, I am godless and and enemy of Alfred" Uthred said staring at the Abess "What I will do is keeping you alive"

"And who is that wishes me dead" The Abess asked him

"Several people, I imagine" Finan whispered to his friends and Y/N couldn't contain her laughter anymore so she snorted even louder trying to mask it as a cough onl to gain some funny looks from Osferth, Sithric and Finan who also winked at her and she could feel her cheeks blushing.

"What Uthred is saying is that the lands are changing" Thank you Aetheflead for changing the subject and the attention "Men are become sick with greed and we must all be on our guard"

"Well, perhaps" The Abess finally said "But I do not like him" She stood up and before she left the room she pointed at the blonde woman "I like her even less"

"Nor I you, hag" the woman said which made the Abess rolled her eyes and leave and Finan laugh

"She reminds me of my mother" He said looking at Uthred "And that woman was never wrong either" making everyone laugh with him.

Once dinner was over Y/N helped clean the table and make some room in the hall for Uthred and his men, as he called them, could sleep. Y/N went to the hall in the back to a room where she knew she could find some extra furs for them. So she took them and gave some away before reaching to Osferth and the others

"So you are not a nun?" The blonde man said as she handed the furs to Finan who nodded in thanks

"I am not" She laughed "Far from it actually" She whispered to him and saw him blush "That's not what I meant" She anxiously said panicking as he was

"Then what was it that you meant, Lady?" Finan asked with a grin and she blushed again. Seriously, this man. Shitrhic watching the conversation quietly rolled his eyes.

"Why is everyone keep calling me Lady?" She asked to none in particular

"You are not a Lady?" Finan asked her and she shook her head no "So you are no Lady nor a nun. Then what are you?"

"A Dane maybe?" Osferth said

"She's too soft for a Dane" Shithric said smiling

"YOU are too soft for a Dane" She exclaimed louder than she intended earning a even wider smile from the man and some ooh's from Finan "What's a Dane again?" She turned and asked Osferth

"How come you do not know what a Dane is?" Uthred interrupted as he approach with Aetheflead at one side and the blonde woman at the other "You dress like one" She kept her clothes during her stay at the nunnery, Still she wasn't wearing anything fancy. Just some boots and dark pant and jacket. All black, like them, but still a normal outfit for her.

"This is normal clothes" She replied pointing at her outfit

"For a Dane maybe" The blonde woman added with that weird creepy smile of hers

"Enough, Skade" Uthred said and Y/N finally heard her name "You really not know?" He turned to Y/N again who shook her head no again

"Then you are a Saxons" Osferth said

"A Saxon?" She said and he nodded "As in an english saxon?" She laughed "That's not a thing anymore"

"English saxon?" Aethefled asked and Y/N nodded not sure where the conversation was going "As in english people?"

"Yes" Y/N said carefully "You know, english as is from England?"

"England?!" All of them gasped, except for Skade who just stared at her annoyed she wasn't getting any attention

"What do you know of England?" Her friend asked her once more

"That is a country?" She shrugged as if she was saying some obvious, but from the look on her faces she was not

"Told you she is not from here" Skade said and everyone looked at her, then something click on her mind

"Wait you mean Saxons as in Christians and Danes as in Vikings?" She asked to Uthred who nodded "Vikings from Denmark?" He nodded again "And you think I am one of them?"

"You certainly do not look very christian" Aetheflead said with a small smile to her friend

"You think I am a Viking?" She looked at everyone and laughed, like really laughed "And I am the crazy one for asking for a phone?"

"A what now?" Finan asked clueless as the rest of them

"This is insane" She said waving her hands at them "You are all insane"

"You are the only one looking insane here" Shithric said smiling but none joined him

Y/N didn't realize until after it happened. But somehow she had walked up to him and slapped him across the face so hard everyone went silent "I'll give you insane if that's what you want" She whispered at him, both looking at each other with full rage

"Lady Y/N!" The Abess called her "We do not behave like this with our guests"

"He is no guest. He is trespassing" She said still staring at the man's eyes

"That is enough!" The old woman said "To your room. Now!"

"Y/N" Aethelfled said softly once she turned around "Go, I'll find you and we will talk" They both nodded at each other as she walked towards the door

"I like her" Finan said laughing as she made her way out of the hall.

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Let me know what you guys think!

Should I keep going with this story?

#the last kingdom #finan #uthred #uthred of bebbanburg #sihtric #sihtric kjartansson #sihtric fic #sihtric x reader #sihtric the last kingdom

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spigobath · 27 days

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Silvaze Howls Moving Castle AU.

There's two different options here: Silver as Howl and Blaze as Sophie, or Blaze as Howl and Silver as Sophie. They both work like... Surprisingly well?? I'll explain a bit of my like. Thought process.

Silver Howl makes sense because that's just his whimsy. His charm. Especially when you start looking at different parts of both the book and the movie. In the book- He belongs to an entirely different world but stays within the magical one anyways, just so he can express himself fully. He spends the book trying to avoid falling in love with Sophie as to not activate his curse- He tries to do what is right, in order to protect himself and those around him, and he just can't because it's her. He also tries to save his best friend (? i haven't read it in a minute), and he grieves and loves hard and easy. Obviously. Silver Howl would NOT be the eater of hearts, and would not go seducing women just for the thrill of chase.

But in the movie, I don't remember him doing that? I remember him fighting a war and while being childish about it, he just had the best interest of everyone in in mind. And when you think of movie Howl, you think of him floating a girl over balconies and protecting from unwanted attention. Like how much more Silver can you get??

Sophie Blaze is where I lose it a little bit. Yes, Sophie is stubborn and headstrong and independent. In the books she is inherently magical, and she was isolated for a while. But thinking of her as this "drab mouse" doesn't quite fit Blaze imo. She is so much more than that- While Sophie is definitely a charming character throughout both mediums, and Sophie Blaze could work, there's a better fit.

Howl Blaze. It makes sense, right? Blaze being from a different world could be her escaping her duties- Which while is very unlike her, there could be a motive somewhere there. But thinking about the fear people have for book Howl, how he is awful, reminds me of Blaze's insecurities within her powers. Instead of the wizard who eats the hearts of young girls, Blaze would be the demon who destroys all. Or something. The very flame of her soul could easily be written as her contract with that universes Calcifer, and the gem on her forehead could somehow reflect that symbiotic relationship?

Howl was always very set on helping people in the books- I remember him doing mundane spells for practically nothing, and despite his... demeanor, he was kind. This didn't curry towards those of a higher status- He seemed completely disinterested in royalty. Him also refusing to get help for the war, or try to stop his "curse" from hurting those around him is just very Blaze.

Sophie Silver is. I like it so much okay. Sophie is just a girl who inherited the hat shop, she was so lonely she spoke to what she was making. Her kindness to even the simplest of things was her magic- She said a hat was beautiful, and therefore it was. And even when she got turned into an old lady, she took that as an opportunity. Sophie's endless optimism was so subtle when paired with her stubborn nature, but man, it fits Silver so nicely. Taming a demon by cooking food, trying to "kill" Howl with kindness by cleaning his house, trying to break her own curse without bothering him, being his friend and putting that barrier of "I cannot fall in love with him, we cannot be a thing". Like mmm. Silver.

I think Sophie picked up gardening at some point with the books or movie, but I don't remember? But I do remember her settling down into the peace of her life, content that everything was over- The witch of the waste was dead, she was young again, and she was in love. I feel like that really fits the "save the future" motivation type of Silver.

Anyways do what you will, five people who will read this. Make it an Iblis issue, make Marine Michael/Markl, make the Wales the Sol Empire or more the Sol Empire the magical world. I just thought that the idea was amusing and cute- I recently fell in love with Silvaze, and just was like yeah. them.

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ourimpavidheroine · 16 days

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so maybe you could give some examples of easter eggs in your fics for those of us who did not get them the first time we read?

You know what? I should have known this Ask was coming. :D

Sure, I can list a few that are on the top of my head. Safe bet it's not all of them (although feel free to add any into the comments if any of you remember any others) and I am not going to include links to the various fics (because I'd be writing this all day if I did). I'll put them under a link but spoilers, obviously!

The offended neighbor with the poodlemonkey the day baby Naoki sets the jumprope on fire and Natsiq bends up the turtleducks is the same woman who owned the monstrosity of the house that Mako buys for Meili and Tupilek.

Sayuri's husband Zu is the son of the two people that Nuo matchmakes when talking to Su the first time Nuo visits Zaofu - the Chongzhi daughter and the useless Ligao nephew. Zu's grandfather is the brother of Lady Chun and Lord Yun Ligao. When Zu talks about losing his virginity and having to run away with his pants down to escape his great-auntie discovering him, he's talking about Chun.

Zhi's husband Ping II is named for his grandfather. Ping I is the Ping that the Desert Lord books that Wu reads in Lord Moonpeaches' house refers to. (Ping's grandfather had to leave Ba Sing Se in a very big hurry - why he needed to is one of those family lore things that differs on each retelling but I imagine it had to do with gambling debts and possibly interfering with other people's wives. Eventually he makes his way to the Si Wong Desert and meets Ping's grandmother, who is a sandbender and settles down. Sort of.) Some years after making his way to the desert Ping I is doing business of sorts at the Misty Palms Oasis and meets up with the writer of the Desert Lord books who is there for research, and absolutely bullshits the woman up and down about his life as a Desert Lord. Which she then writes a very famous series of books about. The Avatarverse equivalent of the Bridgerton books.

In his diaries, before he is outed as being a published author, Wu refers to people reading "his" books and he is absolutely meaning one of the books he's written, not one that's been borrowed from his personal library.

The glassmaker Huan apprentices under is the same one who made the crystal fire goblets that Wu covets when visiting the Fire Nation Palace, and the one who provides the glassware for Wu and Qi's wedding.

The Sir Takeo the night guard that bows and winks at little Lozan at the Fire Nation palace is the same young combustionbender that Naoki takes under her wing at her bending school. (He will be the head of Firelord Lozan's personal guard, and Lozan will trust him with his life and the life of his son, Crown Prince Mako.)

It's a young Tupilek who escorts Amak from the harbor to the Bending Academy in Wolf Cove. They will recognize each other when they meet years later through Meili and San.

Yes, Miwa the majordomo at the Ember Island house marries the gardener she acknowledges is safe for her to have a relationship with (as opposed to Qi, who is NOT).

Bo Beifong, the next Avatar, is the son of Caiyin, who is the daughter of Bojing, who is the son of Amak and San.

Orchid's second husband, Prince Aryan, is a direct descendant of King Bumi, and their children are considered royalty.

In case it wasn't clear, Gun absolutely knows who Madame Zong is. And has, in fact, been in contact all those years, since she left the palace in Ba Sing Se. He also respects her wish not to be outed to Wu. (There's actually a very good reason for that, but I haven't written it yet.)

Ikki's Blueberry Spicehead is the same air bison calf she had the tea party with when she was a child, the one she said thought had a deep connection to her father.

As I said, there's probably more, but that's all that is coming into my head at the moment! More later if I remember them. Or, as I said, feel free to comment with ones I missed.

#my fanfiction #easter eggs

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namjoonswaifu · 10 months

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Chapter 8- Cherry Blossom Courtyard

warnings: mentions of suggestive-ness, plus-sized character, first kiss, house jealousy (it's me, I'm jealous), m x m kiss, f x m kiss, AFAB character, loosely based on my research of Korean royalty and fashion, feeling undeserving.

2.3 k words.

Please message me if you want me to add to the warnings, or would like to be a proofreader! Also, I am sorry that the chapter isn't very long.

The cherry blossom courtyard was much larger than you could ever have suspected. Much larger than the apartment you had been staying in and your childhood home put together. This was almost the size of the king's apartments, only just smaller. You felt like you didn’t deserve it, for just you. But then you remembered it wouldn’t be just you. Your mother would be staying with you till the wedding and as far as you knew, Chan and Changbin. Namjoon and Yoongi must have noticed your eyes widening at the sight of where you would be staying until the wedding, as when you turned to look at them, they were already looking at you, smiles as big as yours on their lips.

“If it’s okay, I would like to show you around before your eomma arrives?” Namjoon asks, Yoongi stood closely behind him. You smile at the pair, nodding your hand slightly. Your hand that was free from Namjoon’s hand reached forward and took hold of Yoongi’s hand, making the usually stoic man’s tanned cheeks glow slightly with a pink blush. “I would love that,” you told the men before you. Everything was still for a moment before Namjoon pulled the pair of you forward like an excited child. You let out a small laugh and allowed yourself to be pulled forward and up a small set of stairs by the golden retriever man. The tall man was through the door first, followed you and then Yoongi.

The inside was just as beautiful, if not more, than the outside. In the Emerald Apartment, when you went through the front door, you were greeted by the room you would get changed in, have your hair and makeup done, and would lead to the bathroom, courtyard and other bedrooms. However, in the Cherry Blossom Courtyard, this room was just a room with a bench for you to sit and wait or place flowers on the nearby table. This was as Yoongi would quickly explain to you was called an entrance room, its only use being as its name said, an entrance to the rest of the house from the front door. You had never been in a home that had a room like this before you, so you couldn’t help but look around trying to take every detail in. The boys stood there watching you, as you turned yourself to try to look at every inch of the room. When you had your back to them to look at what was behind you, the boys gestured to the guards that were standing nearby, telling them to check the house for people just in case. By the time that you turned back around again, you were none the wiser, and ready to explore the rest of the rooms.

“Which door do you want to go through first?” the shorter black-haired man asked you. Although you had tried to take in every detail of the room, you somehow failed to miss the fact that there were two other doors in the room than the one you came in through. Looking between the doors you finally came to an answer “Left. Then right”. A small smile graced the man's lips, as he nodded. This time, Yoongi took your and Namjoon’s hands, pulling you towards the left door, the guards opening it before he could even get his hands onto the handle. Peaking your head around the black-cat man you looked at what was in this room.

Straight ahead from you, was another door, made in the same dark oak wood as the door that you just came through. To the left of you was a wall made entirely from angojiki that was currently closed, but due to it being summer, the walls were thin enough to be able to hear the river that was nearby flowing. Namjoon let go of your hand to move towards the doors, sliding them open. And once they were, Yoongi brought you over. Namjoon stands behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist where your newest chima was tied, his thumbs resting slightly against the small amount of flesh between the chima and the chest band that you wore beneath the jeoksam. Your breath hitched at the sensation of the soft yet slightly rough fingertips swiping so close to your breasts. The sensation was completely new to you. You could feel Namjoon smirk against your neck where he had rested his head. Yoongi who was watching the situation unfold finally spoke, “Look at our little gongju, she's as red as her clothing, at the slightest touch from her king” he teased, getting closer to the pair of you. He took a larger step and before you could get another breath in, he was right in front of the pair of you. Smirking, he placed his hands on your hips, pulling you into his front. His smirk only grew as he heard your breath catch in your throat. The teasing continued as Namjoon moved his head up slightly so his leant over body was more to the height of Yoongi, and used one of the hands that had been teasing you to pull Yoongi closer by his neck and into a passionate kiss. Having never had your first kiss, you watched the two men kiss in interest. It only took a few moments before the two pulled away, both looking towards you, noticing you in your flustered state.

“Little gongju is jealous, she's not getting any attention” Namjoon spoke, his voice deeper than it was just moments ago. His hand slipped from the side of Yoongi’s neck and back to your waist, where his pointer fingers rubbed slightly higher than where they had before. His head rests back on your shoulder where it was, but this time instead of his head pointing towards the opened doors, his head was pointed towards your neck. You could feel his hot breath on your neck as his mouth got closer to your neck. And within mere seconds, his plump lips were attached to your neck. The sensation of his lips on your neck was like nothing you could ever describe. You felt like you couldn’t feel any higher than you already did until Yoongi placed his lips on yours. Panicking you pulled away from him. You saw the hurt briefly flash in his eyes before the confusion settled in his beautiful brown eyes.

“I’ve never had my first kiss” you mumbled tilting your head to the ground. Somehow, both men were able to hear your mumbles. Yoongi let out a breathy laugh, his finger finding its way under your chin and his thumb finding refuge on your chin. He used his finger to pull your chin up into looking at him. “Don’t worry your sweet little head about anything Eolin-I. We will teach you everything you need to know. Your ours now” he spoke, his deep voice somehow even deeper. You could feel his breath on your lips as they almost touched. “Just follow my lead,” he says before crashing his lips back onto yours. You allow yourself to relax, eyes closing, following Yoongi’s actions, whilst trying to copy the actions you felt from Namjoon on your neck. After a few heated seconds, Yoongi pulls away, resting his large hand on the cheek opposite where Namjoon was still attacking your neck. His hands holding your waist tighter. “Good girl,” he says. You can feel your already red cheeks burning a deeper red and a strange sensation in your lower tummy.

Yoongi takes another step back before going to stand next to you again. Namjoon stops moments after Yoongi’s movement to your side. You turn your head slightly to look at the regal man, to see his eyes slightly darker and his already plump lips, plumper. You used the last bit of confidence that you were feeling from the interaction from moments before, to push yourself forward and kiss him on the lips. The kiss was messy and yet still romantic. You turned your body to face his, and he allowed his body to stand up straighter. His hands moved from your waist to your neck. His large hands held you delicately on either side of your neck as you tried to deepen the kiss.

After a few seconds, that felt like so much longer, the pair of you broke apart. Your cheeks flushed remembering that Yoongi was in the room, watching you initiate your first make-out session, and with the king no less. Namjoon smiles at you, a smile which is almost a smirk, and grabs your hand to bring you closer to the opening of the window. The other attractive man follows alongside the pair of you. Yoongi places his hand on your waist, whilst Namjoon’s hand remains in yours. The three of you look out at the view for a few seconds before Namjoon speaks whilst lifting his arm, pointing to a building slightly up the hill.

“You see the house up there?” he asks you, turning to you to see your reaction. You nod your head, confused as to why he was asking you about this house when he has told you that this is where you will be staying till after the marriage. Yoongi, who has been watching the interaction, chimes into the conversation “That gongju, is our home, we can see perfectly into this room from our shared room, and Namjoon can see perfectly into your room from his private room” he tells you. He watches you for your reaction, trying to see if you understood what he was saying to you.

“You can see into my room? Why would you want to?” you asked, your thoughts falling from your mouth before you could process them in your brain. The two royal men before you looked at you as your brain worked overtime to think of their reasons to tell you what they did.

“Our sweet, innocent little gongju” Namjoon smirks over at Yoongi, his cat-like smirk reflecting his partner’s face. You look at the taller man, confusion swimming through your mind. You didn’t know how to feel about what was happening, were they trying to embarrass you? Namjoon’s smirk slowly began to fall as he saw the frown on your face form. He glances at Yoongi who seems to notice the situation happening before them wasn’t going in the way that they had intended it to do.

“Eolin-I were saying that we will be able to see into your room… if you allow us to…” Yoongi begins, his voice low as he speaks gently to you. “So, as we are unable to formally see you, especially in… certain ways… we would be able to without anyone getting caught.” he carries on.

“You could, for example, send us a letter saying-” Namjoon began before you cut him off “Cherry Blossom” “Cherry Blossom, indeed” he finished.

“So what I’m understanding, and please tell me if I’m wrong, you guys want to be able to see me, maybe in my bathroom, or maybe in my room, perhaps in just a slip or maybe less? I thought you were respectable men!” You spoke, your voice serious, trying to see if they could tell that you were joking.

“Indeed!” Namjoon said before fully realising what you said. “Wait! We are respectable men eolin-i I promise, we didn’t mean it in a tone that would suggest that we didn't respect you” Namjoon speed talks to the pair of you. You tried to keep your smile from your face, especially as you felt Yoongi’s hand tighten around your waist.

“My love,” You told him. “I was simply joking with you. I did not intend to upset you”

“My love?” He asks

“Sorry… my loves,” you say, grabbing both Yoongi and Namjoon’s hands and squeezing them. “I would be honoured to tease the King of the country of Korea… and his men” you finished with a wink to the black cat-like man. Both of the men’s cheeks filled with a beautiful pink blush that reminded you of the blossoms that grew from the trees outside of the window.

“You had us there” he said, and used his pointer finger and thumb to grip your chin, before pulling you into a teasing kiss.

Once you had pulled away, you took hold of both of his hands and took a step closer towards him. “My king, I would do anything for you, if it meant that I could feel your lips against mine again” you told him, placing one of your hands against his cheek, pulling him down to kiss his cheek before turning to Yoongi. “My love, it is the same for you, I would do anything to feel the pressure of your lips against mine” kissing his cheek also.

You took a step back from the pair of them. Smiling at both of them. “I love you both so much already, in fact, I love you all so much. I cannot believe that this is my life, that I get to feel the love that I have only ever dreamed of. My heart has never felt so full, so happy, so in love” you told them. “This feels like a dream, that I’m scared to wake up from” you carried on “and I will do everything that I can do to make you all happy” you say. You take a seat on one of the steps that lead up onto the platform where the bath had been placed inside. The two men look at each other before sitting on either side of you, each taking a hand into their own, allowing you to speak what you were feeling. “So” you continued, “I will be taking a bath as the sky turns blue tonight if you are perhaps to be together in your room tonight” you spoke, nerves filling every fibre of your body as you spoke.

“Shall we continue onto the rest of the house my loves?”

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bubblepopsims · 5 months

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Lawson and Savrina Ivanov.

Del sol valley royalty.

The moment that Izzi stepped into the house with juju that familiar feelings settled in the pit of their stomach. Regret, despair, and resentment. As always their parents presented themselves well. Nothing but looks for those two. Seeing from the outside the perfect power couple. izzi could still remember how people would gossip about their parents in school, not just Highschool but college too. Telling them how lucky they were to be born to such a power couple. Everytime words like that would leave peoples lips. Izzi wanted to laugh, not because they thought izzi was lucky but the fact that they believed that being born into a household such as this one is absurd.

Pulling izzi closer to them once the stopped infront of the two. Juju immediately went into observation mode. Narrowing her eyes every now and than to see just the tiniest of mistakes in their façade.

S: "Welcome home Isabella and her guest." Both Izzi and Juju winched at the name. Izzi was already about to say something but Izzi gave her the look of "it will continue like this all night, no point with them." Juju didn't agree with Izzi's logic but then again this was her first time meeting the infamous hell duo.. and so far.. Juju was not impressed. S: "Please follow us, dinner will be served momentarily."

Juju glanced at Izzi who bit the inside of their lip. for now their parents were playing along with being civil... but soon that would change. As Juju approached the table she noticed how spaced out everything was. how distant Mr. and Mrs. Ivanov were from each other and without thinking Juju picked up the second set on their side of the table moving it closer to the other. Izzi let out a small laugh and pulled Juju's chair out before sitting down themselves, not caring for the daggers their mother was shooting at the side of their head.

Of course juju saw the tiny slip up of savrina’s eye twitching. “Perfectionist huh?” My favorites.. hehe.”

Juju smirked with amusement letting out a mocking gasp.

J: " oh i am sooo sorry… i hope you dont mind. -the smirk grew into a shit eating smile- IZZI and I do not sit far apart from each other during... anything honestly." Izzi could tell that Juju was throwing subtle daggers here in there, that she found amusement in not being in any shape or form intimidated by the couple before her, provoking the two disguised monsters.

J: "I find it quite isolating even when being in the same room. no discussion or conversation would happen. I feel as if I have to shout to get you guys to hear what I am saying over there."

All she got in response was looks, and a deep sigh from Lawson himself.

Nothing. She got no reaction out of them.

“Damn tough crowd.. Jesus how can people be so stuck the fuck up???”

But than finally she got something from the man himself.

L: "we enjoy things the way it is. Including silence. With that being said, We will discuss everything after dinner in the lounge."

But other than that it was mostly Juju just being Juju.

J: " So Mr. and Mrs. Ivanov.. is red like... your favorite color or something ?"

Izzi couldn't help but crack a laugh, Juju was purposefully being annoying just to see how far she could push it. As Izzi remembered juju told them she had a secret weapon under her sleeve. was this that secret weapon? I: "Juju..."

Juju chuckled and looked over at Izzi before giving them a playful wink.

J: “what it was a question.” Her head turned back to the two infront of her and raised a brow.

S & L : "yes."

Juju hummed at their response “the color of blood. Seems fitting.”

Lawson shot juju a look and juju just shrugged it off only to clap happily when an elder woman came out from what seemed to be the kitchen. Bowing before prepping the table, pouring wine and displaying the freshly steamed steaks, still bloody, served with what seemed to be a fancy small salad.

Juju huffed and laughed lightly “these fucking people.”

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potatoesandsunshine · 2 months

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tagged by @afaramir and @storybook-souls a couple days apart for the top 5 songs i've been listening to lately :) that means i'm allowed to do like 8 songs as a treat. i listen to a lot of songs. also i like looking at the lyrics so now i'm gonna make everybody look at them

Haunted House, Sir Babygirl: This party's just another haunted house! I can't wait to lose all my friends tomorrow! something about how anxious this song is... i like to play it really loud in the car on my drive home and scream along it's like a release valve

If You're Gone, Matchbox Twenty: If you're gone, baby you need to come home, come home / there's a little bit of somethin' me, in everything in you 'anna do you just unironically listen to exile on mainstream all the time?' yes. this is a good album. sometimes i cry to this one

Soft, Amaya Pena: far, far from home / sleep with you, wake with you it's soooo dreamlike and gentle. genuinely eases something in me when i listen to it.

All out of Tears, Z Berg: I'm not your baby, you did forsake me / and made me crazy for seven years the other end of the spectrum. gets me motivated to move again :) i think this song is so fun

Korean Bird Paintings (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3), The Mountain Goats: Mobiles of the galaxy and mylar baloons / everything we'd saved up in one room at the same time this is a scream-along song in the car as well. something about it. my brain explodes a little bit

Strawberry Blond, Mitski: I love everybody because I love you! am i a 'true fan?' no. i know like two mitski songs. but i love this song so so much i think it's so incredible <3 it's on the jams playlist. i remember when people got mad about this song getting big on tiktok but i don't have a tiktok so that doesn't affect me 👍 i recommend this strategy. it seems like people are super weird to her at her concerts?? stop that???

Dangerous, Big Data: You understand, they got a plan for us / I bet you didn't know that I was dangerous this song fucks. bassline i love you

Matchstick, American Royalty: Strawberry field, I'll set ablaze / I can see god, here in your gaze it's sooooooo good listen to me it's so good i swear and it makes me crazy i know i used lyrics from it for like a keyleth oneshot forever ago but listen. it's so good.

anyway. i love music.

#i'm too sleepy to decide who to tag but. thank you hannah and abby for thinking of me it made me very happy!!!#tag game

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lesbianspirirt · 2 years

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Masterlist: D.R Ideas

hey! this is a masterlist (obvi) of D.R/I.R ideas for you<3 please let me know if you like it, what reality you're going to shift to, and what other shifting content you want to see from me

just a nsfw warning, there are some mature themes in a lot of the media listed, as well as some jokes, swears (i think idk tbh), all below the cut

ALSO: please remember that reality shifting brings you to real worlds, the people in those places are REAL they have feelings, thoughts, they aren't just characters there!

Once Upon a Time (it's a T.V series based on fairytales, but it's kinda dark, never watched it tho so idk much about it)

The Wolf Among Us (telltale video game, similar vibes to Once Upon a Time)

Stranger Things (never watched it, but it looks horrifying so yknow)

FNAF/Five Nights At Freddy's (might start working on one for myself, kinda want to be a paranormal investigator in that world)

Elden Rings (I know nothing about the game so if this suggestion is ass just ignore it lol)

Halo (looks like a cool world but again idk what its like so)

Squid Game (don't remember if this was in my other lists and too lazy to check)

Minecraft (maybe not blocky cuz like that's nightmare fuel)

Days Gone (video game)

World War Z (never seen anything from it but i think there's a story and characters with personalities)

Scooby-Doo

Detroit: Become Human (i think i already added this in the other lists but whatever)

Red Dead Redemption

Doki Doki Literature Club (maybe, like, a normal version without the sentient computer storyline)

Yandere Sim (maybe remove Yan-chan cuz obvious reasons 😨)

Life is Strange (idk, seems pretty chill but idk much about it either)

Heavy Rain

Watch Dogs (kinda boring unless you're a super-hacker but hey, i need to fill this list lmao)

Pokémon

The Walking Dead Game: Michonne (don't think a lot of ppl know about this one)

Beyond Two Souls (kinda scary ig but cuz of the paranormal shit going on in that world)

that's all the new stuff, everything below this is form my other 2 lists since this post is a masterlist lol

Disney (I personally want to shift to experience the story of Frozen and Tangled since it's hinted that they're connected also bc I'm Norwegian)

Modern! A.U of media from your current reality

TMNT (whatever version you prefer)

X-Men

Teen Titans (i can't remember if I added it to the last one lol)

Justice League

Villain (not an excuse to kill, torture, etc.)

Sims (there's lot's of lore, lot's of the pre-made characters have cool stories, some are hot too)

Domestic (live a domestic life style with anyone you want to, you could have a few children or live like a house-spouse)

Divergent (recently. the movies were added to Canadian Netflix, it's kind of like The Hunger Games and isn't too bad other than the horrible love interest it should've been Christina and Tris they would've been so cute)

High School! A.U of media from your current reality (for example: Arcane in a high school setting, can be set in whatever decade or world you want)

Decade! A.U of any media from your current reality (script out the bad things cuz good god if it's anything like this reality, you'll be leaving asap)

Time Traveler (y'know, time travel)

Totally Spies

The Princess Bride

Percy Jackson

The Wizard of Oz

Avatar (the blue one)

Pirates of the Caribbean

Criminal Minds

Bob's Burgers

Modern Family

Artemis Fowl

The Maze Runner

The Owl House

Z Nation

The Walking Dead Game

Deadpool (his sidekick, side-chick, im not judging)

The Outsiders

Ouran High School Host Club (be rich, incredibly desirable, both, neither, whatever)

Your own Spiderverse world

Avatar The Last Airbender

The Legend of Korra

The Last of Us

Everything Sucks!

Birds of Prey

Victorious

Monthly Girls' Nozaki-kun (make manga with an unlikely group of friends)

Royalty D.R

Victorian Vampire D.R (maybe like just make yourself need rare steak instead of humans or something)

Animal D.R (try out living as a cat with some sweet folks or live as an ant idk just make sure that you can still think DO NOT let yourself forget to keep your human consciousness)

No Nips D.R (can you tell that I’m running out of ideas?)

Decade D.R (you got a favourite decade? one that has music, fashion and movies that you love? yeah)

H2O: Just Add Water (stay away from the condensation tho)

Genshin Impact (powers and you could be a god ig)

D&D (basically a fantasy D.R)

Randomly Generated Rom-Com (you don’t know what kind of story you’ll get to live through plus it’s a rom-com, no sad shit here)

any Tremors movie (movies are scary af, not really recommended but its your choice)

Arcane

Miraculous Ladybug (make sure you script out the uh, odd things)

Ghost D.R (scare, harass, haunt, whatever you want!)

Rage Room D.R (have a D.R thats just a room full of shit to break)

Pillow D.R (lonely and tired? just shift into a world where you’re sleeping on a hot persons thighs/boobs)

Mario Universe

Zelda D.R (based on whatever game or the show from like the 80s)

#shifting realities #shifting #shifter #reality shifter #reality shifting #reality shift #desired reality #desired reality ideas #intended reality #shifting community #shifting to desired reality #shifting to stranger things #shifting to the mcu #shifting to naruto #shifting to hogwarts #shiftblr #reality shifting community

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mystical-blaise · 2 years

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Elucien Week 2022: Bonds

Reposting because Tumblr seems to hate me right now and is glitching on reblogs. I couldn't help myself. This is Elain's POV of the infamous bonus scene and what I think really led Elain to venture downstairs that evening. Enjoy!

For @elucienweek2022

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Sleep eluded her on the longest night of the year. The raucous party was long put to bed, the guests of the house sleeping it off.

Elain had left the festivities early, bowing out once the conversation delved into the salacious. Perhaps it was meant to be a fae thing, how effortless topics of sex and seduction came up. How easy it was to speak so openly and brashly about it. Even thinking about it, the topic only brought flaming color to her cheeks.

The middle Archeron was not that bold—probably never would be. Especially not surrounded by such company. Such savage beauty.

When she ducked out with a cordial goodnight, she hadn't brushed the shadowsinger again. She merely headed up to bed, content to strip out of her amethyst dress. Wash her face and get into her ivory nightgown. Unpin her hair and brush out the locks in the gold of the dim faelight until they fell in soft waves framing her face, her body.

She had stared at herself briefly, wondering if she'd been too forward to touch Azriel earlier. The shadowsinger had noticed, but she wondered if he did as well.

What did she care what he thought? She didn't. Never would.

She had wanted to be brave. Make a move. Make a choice. If he noticed, it was no concern of hers.

She set the pewter accented brush down and stomped to the bed with determination, settling into the downy softness, praying for sleep to claim her.

Sleep did no such thing.

Instead, she tossed and turned. Over and over, her hand rubbed over the center of her chest. Over the lace trim and silken fabric of the thin nightgown.

Soft laughter sounded down the hall. Both male and female. One she recognized. The timbre and lilt had her stiffening.

Lucien Vanserra.

"Happy Solstice. Sleep well," he said to someone outside her door. If she hadn't heard two doors shutting, she might have thought he was addressing her through the wooden door between them. A quiet goodnight and holiday greeting to share with his…

No. No. No .

She would not go there. Not think of the way he had looked tonight. How he had smiled at her, bowed like she was royalty. Not think of his gift, how he had remembered her reference admiring pearls some time ago.

How his suit fit him like a glove. Or the enchanted gardening gloves that still sat in the top drawer of her dresser. Of how occasionally she'd take them out—only to hurl them back, slamming the drawer in protest and self-preservation.

She would not dare close her eyes and picture his auburn hair tied back, stray locks framing his face like a work of art. Or how her fingers had itched to brush them out of the way of his eyes. One russet like a fox, one metallic gold, all-seeing like some ancient god. She would not dwell on how he saw her. His impressions of her face, her renewed curves.

Or the way he quietly assessed people and navigated the rough seas of conversation like a seasoned mariner. An emissary through and through.

Not that she noticed.

Lucien was rarely a passing thought when he was away to the Mortal Lands, living with Jurian and the cursed mortal queen. Vassa. Not that Elain cared who he lived with. Spent his time with.

Why should she? She had a contented life of leisure in Velaris, where she was free to do as she pleased. Grow and cultivate the soil and a life for herself. Plant roots.

Though… the sun here was limited. The soil was more clay-based than she preferred; the delicate balance thrown off-kilter. Certain things didn’t grow in this environment, no matter how hard her green thumb tried.

And she tried.

Her eyes traced the lines of the coffered ceiling as her fingertips played with the trim over her chest. Over the heart, picking up speed. A thudding rhythm of pulse inside her. Her chest, her ears… moving and surging between her legs.

She gulped, rolling onto her side, squeezing her legs together as her blood heated with the speed of her heart. What was wrong with her? Was her cycle soon to arrive?

No, she counted the days. Still a month off. Thank goodness.

Nevertheless, her heart thundered faster and faster, heat and lust with it, rising to the surface. Taunting her.

She shut her eyes, willing sleep to take her.

Badump. Badump. Badump. Faster and faster.

She flipped onto her other side, tucking the comforter between her legs, willing the pressure to lessen. Why was she so hot?

The fire in the room crackled. Perhaps it was too warm. She kicked off her blanket.

Badump. Badump. Badump. She bit into her lower lip.

Her eyes snapped open, slitting at the wall across from her bed as if she could see through rooms away.

See the male spread out on his bed, his form. See what he was doing to cause this reaction. For it wasn’t her heart that was pounding on its own. Not hers pounding in her ears.

She needed to think of anything else. Think. Think.

Laying back, she rubbed a hand over her own heart, breathing in and out slowly, willing hers to not be affected by whatever he was doing in his own chambers to make his pulse gallop so. Certainly, he was not… pleasuring himself… to whoever.

None of my business , she thought to herself.

Thinking of anything else safer and less lascivious, her mind came back to her fall harvest. It had been bountiful, except for the vine fruit. She had been disappointed in the pumpkins and gourds in particular. Even with magic protecting the fragile stems from pests, it had also limited something else that was needed—pollinators. Though vine borers and grubs had mercifully disregarded her plants, bees had avoided the blooms as well, creating a small harvest from the number of vines she had cultivated in the river house’s garden.

If faced with the same issues next year? Elain was armed with a plan.

She had read a book from the library at the House of Wind on what to do in this case. Self-pollination. The male flowers were ripe with pollen. The females were rich in nectar. No bees to go from one to the other left only one thing. For a gardener to take matters into their own hands.

All one had to do was pluck a bloomed male flower with a sturdy stamen, and… then rubbed it in the female flower’s stigma at the center of the bloom, spreading the pollen in and over. Then closing the female bloom to keep in the…

No. No. Not even gardening was safe right now.

Not when she couldn’t will her heart to stop when she felt like she would combust. When all she could picture was him naked on his bed, leg propped up, his hand moving in a frenzied rhythm. Her own palmed her breast, her thighs rubbing together at the image, at the cadence of his heartbeat.

Elain stifled her moan, her free hand fisting the sheets beside her prone body, aching to go between her legs. She was aware of self-pleasure, of women doing such things, from secretly pilfering one of Nesta’s erotic books. And even then, reading the scenes of lovers, she had never felt like this. Even with her one brief experience with Grayson, she had never felt this way. Not even close.

She had never wanted to touch herself before. But now she was on fire. Burning for contact and attention. And the Autumn Court male who haunted her visions—her heart—was the one fanning them.

“No,” she said, slamming her hands down beside her body, and pushing off the mattress.

She had to get away. A walk. Seek some fresh air and sanity. She would not give in to his temptation, the siren’s call of his heartbeat through the walls. Let him seek his pleasure, then.

Elain had other things to do. At least that’s what she told herself as she scooted out of bed, gathering some dim faelights that clung to her loose hair to light her way down the darkened hallways.

Her eyes glanced at the small gift on her nightstand. The one she had waited to give. Perhaps this would be the perfect time to leave it on his pile of presents unnoticed and unquestioned.

With a resolute nod, she snatched the present and began the quiet journey down the hall, tiptoeing down the stairs toward the now empty—

Her breath caught, and she stumbled to a stop.

The room wasn’t empty.

Azriel stood there before her, his shadows vanished as they were prone to do around her. His classically handsome face stared down at her. He was darkness and kindness—to her, anyway. A friend. Someone who had reached out his hand when she’d first come to Velaris. Offered quiet companionship. Space as she navigated her new life.

But he didn’t know what you need. Her inner thoughts spun. Azriel recognized your power, but not what you needed. What you still need. But he had.

She shooed those buzzing ruminations away like those bees she had missed in the growing season.

He stood, still watching her with a quiet assessment, obviously wondering what had driven her down the stairs like some sort of thief in the dead of night.

“I…” She swallowed, clutching the gift in her hands. "I was coming to leave this on your pile of presents. I forgot to give it to you earlier."

She tensed at her words, hoping they sounded feasible. Believable. She hadn’t forgotten, and she shouldn’t have cared what Lucien thought. She should have handed the wrapped box to Azriel without fear of glares or raised brows.

Why should she care what Lucien thought?

Was she not free to make her own choice? Her own mistakes?

Elain closed the distance, and her breathing quickened as she again paused, near enough that her bare toes grazed the tip of his black boots. She extended the wrapped gift, her hand inexplicitly shaking as the drum in her chest kept beating. "Here."

Azriel took the gift, and she noticed the way his fingers didn’t graze her overheated skin—only the wrappings and box.

Her eyes focused on those hands as he unwrapped the gift, lifted the card, and then peered inside.

"You put them in your ears, and they block any sound," she explained as he examined them. "With Nesta and Cassian living there with you..."

The shadowsinger’s chuckle was thick and warm, reminding her of dark melted chocolate, and had her almost able to forget the phantom tug to a room upstairs. Almost. Mother, was he still going?

"No wonder you didn't want me to open it in front of everyone," Azriel teased

Her mouth curled into a smile. "Nesta wouldn't appreciate the joke.” A fact. And their relationship was strained enough.

Azriel offered her a smile back. "I wasn't sure if I should give you your present."

Because Lucien was at the party, in the room. A male that was still above doing… Wait. Had Azriel feared Lucien's reaction? In fact, hadn’t the shadowsinger loitered in the doorway the entire evening? Stayed away?

Elain's eyes flickered, squinting up to the ceiling tiles and beams above, trying to stifle her ever-growing pulse.

He isn’t there yet? Or perhaps he can go more than once…

No. She would not think of the male doing only gods knew what alone in his room. Not when a male, one that was beautiful and sweet and kind, had her full attention. One that she knew was attracted to her. As she was attracted to him.

Azriel fished the small velvet box from the lingering shadows. Opened it for her.

Elain sucked in a soft breath. His shadows skittered back. The golden necklace with a delicate glass charm lay in a bed of satin.

“It's beautiful," she whispered, lifting it from the box. The faelight shone through the little glass facets, setting the charm glowing with hues of red and pink, and white. The box vanished in a swirl of darkness.

BadumpBadumpBadumpBadump.

Ignore him.

She could be audacious and daring. Just as disruptive. Her own heartbeat from her own feelings made it skip, and she hoped Lucien felt it as she breathed, "Put it on me?"

Azriel hesitated for the briefest second, and she silently cursed the insufferable male upstairs. But then Azriel took the necklace, opening the clasp. She swept the heavy hair up in one hand, baring the length of her neck.

She thought he would stop. Thought he already noticed how glazed her skin was from the headiness upstairs. See the pulse thrumming there. Gods forbid scent her. But he only slid the necklace around her, her eyes fluttering shut at the feel on her oversensitive skin. She shivered.

His touch stayed on her skin, the fingertips grazing. His hands were so large, so rough against her, taking so long to fasten that damned clasp.

Azriel's fingers skated along her nape, resting over the bump of her spine. Eyes shut, her mind drifted, her body leaning into his touch. Until a whole palm lay flat against her neck.

They had never been so blatant before. Looked but rarely touched. Perhaps a long brush of fingers or looks from afar. But never this. Never his flesh against hers.

She was too keyed up. Her heart still racing, the throb in her body near combusting to release.

Damn Lucien. Two can make hearts race. And why not be bold enough to relieve this ache with someone she wanted—and obviously wanted her from the shift in his scent. The growing interest below the waist. Good gods above. She had to stop her eyes from widening.

But Autumn men fuck with fire in their blood. Amren's crude, murmured words haunted her as Lucien was still going strong. Because she wondered if it was indeed true. Wanted to find out for herself.

Elain bit her lower lip. "I should go," she said, making no move to leave. If the shadowsinger wanted her, she would make no move against him.

"Yes," he concurred, his calloused thumb sweeping along the side of her neck.

But it wasn't his touch, Elain imagined. No. She could see him . In his room a floor above, his large hand, his own rough from years of hunting and forging. From holding onto the leather bridle of a horse with a firm, controlled grip, like the one she knew he had currently wrapped around his enormous length.

Despite herself, it was his hand on Elain’s neck, ready to pull her hair back like the reins of a misbehaving filly that needed to be broken in. And gods, despite herself, she would let Lucien break her. And then some.

Elain shuddered, drifting closer, and that powerful hand stroked her neck again. She was so close, feeling the heat of his body against hers. Her nipples peaked below the nightgown. She forced her eyes open, practically pleading, begging for the male in front of her to save her from herself. Relieve the ache in her body—her heart. To touch her. To make her forget. To stoke the pleasure she had never had before.

His hazel eyes held hers, an unspoken question there. Her answer was a breathy, "Yes."

She wanted to be held. Kissed. Touched. Tasted. Whatever he wanted to do. Anything to keep her mind off...

Azriel's hand slid up her neck, burying his fingers into the fall of her hair. Yes, she thought to herself. He used the hold to tilt her face how he wanted. Yes. A connection to break the phantom one on her body. Elain's lips parted on a breath, her eyes scanning Azriel's handsome features before falling closed. Waiting for him.

Waiting for his kiss as Lucien's heart roared like blood between her ears.

She felt his face lower toward hers—and stopped. Azriel’s full lips were so close that his breath fanned her own. Then nothing. She waited and waited.

The hand tangled in her hair pulled away, the heat of him backing off. "This is a mistake."

Finally, her eyes slowly peeled open, finding Azriel's hazel ones darkened with something other than simmering lust. No, there was something else. Anger, perhaps? Regret?

Mistake. This is a mistake. She was making a mistake.

Elain blinked back the tears as her eyes valiantly met his. She whispered softly, "I'm sorry."

"You don't—Don't apologize. Never apologize. It's I who should..." The shadowsinger shook his head, stepping back, his face a set mask. His gaze lowered, as if he couldn't bear to look at her. "Goodnight."

Then he was gone in a hazy mist of darkness, leaving her alone—with her mistake, the empty box still in her hand.

The gold chain strangled her throat, now thick with emotion. With trembling, fumbling fingers, Elain fought against the damn clasp until she freed herself off its weight. She set the delicate chain and charm back in its box.

Mistake .

Closing the lid, Elain walked over and placed the necklace atop Azriel's pile of Solstice gifts, turned around, and didn't look back.

Elain rushed upstairs on silent feet, telling herself to hold back the tears of embarrassment and dissatisfaction until she made it to her room. Then she could do as she pleased.

And as her quaking hand reached out for the knob, another down the hall turned. It was only then as she stared at him, shirtless with sculpted muscle on full display, a sheen of sweat coating them, his hair unbound. His soft sleep trousers hanging low on his hips. So low that only magic could be truly holding them up.

Her hand came to her chest. Only then did Elain notice that incessant beckoning thrumming down the bond had ceased. Now it was only her own that pounded as he sauntered down the hall toward her.

“Any reason you are up, lady?” Lucien drawled, stopping beside her. Both eyes stayed on her face, but she could swear he was trying valiantly to look her in the eye, and not to glance down her figure.

“I-I couldn’t sleep.”

“Oh? Any particular cause? Are you feeling well? You're looking quite flushed.” A sly, knowing smile curled on his lips. Her own pursed, and she fought the urge not to huff and stomp her feet.

Lucien leaned closer, “You know…” His breath caressed her ear. “I can feel your heartbeat too, Elain .”

Chuckling, the redheaded, infuriating, unfazed male stepped back and winked, nearly whistling as he plodded down the stairs. She rushed into her room, shutting and locking the door behind her. Pacing, she pulled on the ends of her hair, feeling out of control for the first time in her life. Feeling feral—wild.

I can feel your heartbeat too, Elain ? After he had said he couldn’t? He knew what he was doing then? What madness he was driving her to?

All other thoughts and indignation of the evening forgotten, Elain laid on her bed and stared at the wall across, shooting daggers his way. She fluffed the pillows, getting comfortable.

“So you can feel my heartbeat too?” Her hand palmed her breast as she had before, squeezing and kneading, while the other ventured between her legs for the first time. She gasped at the near forbidden touch, learning her body, finding her pleasure, coming alive . Her heartbeat quickened. She smirked. “Then two can play at this game, Vanserra.”

She swore she could hear a muffled groan from across the house—and the heart beside her own thundering in tandem.

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The Scottish playwright and author J M Barrie died on June 19th 1937.

I covered Barrie’s life in a wee bit detail on his “birthday” a little over a month ago, so here’s a few things I learnt about him that you may not know of .

Barrie was something of an eccentric: he used to order Brussels sprouts every day for lunch purely because he enjoyed saying the words.

He formed a cricket team with his friends, possibly the first celebrity sports team in the world, it included famous people of the time including fellow Scott Arthur Conan Doyle, Rudyard Kipling, H. G. Wells, P. G. Wodehouse, G. K. Chesterton, Jerome K. Jerome and A. A. Milne. The name of the team was The Allahakbarries, Barrie believed that the Arabic phrase ‘Allah akbar’ means ‘heaven help us’ (it actually means ‘God is great’). He forbade his team to practise on an opponent's ground before a match because "this can only give them confidence". The book notes that his most calamitous performance was being clean-bowled by the American actress Mary Anderson in the 1897 Test match against the village of Broadway, in the Cotswolds. Peter Pan's First XI, a book on the exploits of the Allahakbarries, was published in 2011.

It’s often said that Barrie “invented” the name Wendy, but he didn't, but he did give us the Wendy house. Or, at least, the name for it. Wendy Darling is often called the first Wendy, the girls’ name having originated in Barrie’s play – a nice fact, if only it were true. It’s true that Barrie arrived at the name by shortening ‘my fwiendy-wendy’, reportedly how the young Margaret Henley, who had trouble pronouncing her Rs, referred to Barrie. But the name Wendy had been used as a girls’ name since the nineteenth century (as a pet form of Gwendolyn) and there is even some evidence that, before Barrie popularised it as a female given name, it was used as a boys’ name. But ‘Wendy house’ is a Barrie coinage. The name originates in the small house that Peter Pan builds around Wendy Darling when she is shot by Tootles, one of the Lost Boys. The idea came from the washhouse outside Barrie’s own childhood home. As with Peter himself, the Wendy house had already appeared, under a different name, in The Little White Bird, in which fairies build a house around Mamie Mannering, Wendy’s prototype, to protect her from the cold. If Barrie hadn’t changed the name, children might now be playing in ‘Mamie houses’.

Barrie gave Quality Street chocolates their name. One of J. M. Barrie’s less well remembered stage works was the 1901 comedy Quality Street, set during the Napoleonic Wars. The play is not read or revived much now, but its lasting legacy was in providing the confectioners, Mackintosh’s, with a name for their new chocolates in 1936. Barrie’s own view of his mixed fortunes in the theatre was wittily summed up by his assessment that ‘some of my plays peter out, others pan out’.

The copyright of every work that Peter Pan is featured in belongs to the Great Ormond Street Hospital in London. Barrie gave the copyright to the distinguished children’s hospital in 1929. Although it expired 50 years after Barrie’s death, a bill was passed extending these rights, and the hospital will continue to receive royalties for any adaptation of the play.

According to Barrie’s good friend, D. H. Lawrence, Barrie had a “fatal touch”. He lost many of the loved ones that were close to him. His older brother died as a young boy at the age of 13. Two of the boys that inspired the character Peter Pan, George and Michael Llewyn Davies, both also died at a young age. Their brother, Peter, who was often teased for sharing a name with Barrie’s character, outlived Barrie; however in 1960 he committed suicide by jumping in front of a train.

Fairy dust enabling you to fly was introduced to the Peter Pan story much later The reason was to deter children from trying to fly from their beds or even windows, following reports of accidents!

James Matthew Barrie died of pneumonia at a nursing home in Manchester Street, Marylebone on 19th June 1937. He was buried at Kirriemuir next to his parents and two of his siblings.

Barrie’s birthplace at 9 Brechin Road Kirriemuir is maintained as a museum by the National Trust for Scotland.

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what are your top 10 bls? i need some to watch asap i'm so bored of straight ppl shows ;-;

mhmmm, let me think!

my absolute top bl is to my star 2: our untold stories, the continuation of the little jewel that is to my star. it’s way angstier than the first season and deals with my absolutely favorite trope, exes to lovers, and it was good enough to compel me to open a letterboxd account. like, that’s how good it is.

other than that, i absolutely love manner of death, starring bl royalty maxtul in their most sophisticated offering to date yet. it’s less classic bl and more of a romance/crime drama, and i loved every, even at times unhinged, second of it. if you enjoyed manner of death, you will enjoy bl staple kinnporsche, if you haven’t watched yet.

i love both seasons of we best love, available on weTV. one of the first bls i’ve ever watched and it just did everything so well, i revisit it every now and again. heaps of chemistry.

semantic error is probably the best kbl we have ever gotten and i can only whole heartedly recommend it, classic tsundere and sunshine set in a university, but it is truly just so much more than any trope could ever put into words. perfect casting and amazing chemistry make this the standout among kbls; i just love it so much. but i enjoyed oh! my assistant (despite the fact that i don’t think they stuck the landing that well), the new employee, where your eyes linger, once again (sad ending), tinted with you and long time no see. you make me dance is one of the most underrated picks in my favorites but i just love it; i always enjoy a well-done bit of age gap, and these two have so much chemistry. and it’s just so visually stunning.

i’m working through blueming right now, haven’t finished it yet tho, so i cannot say too much.

crowd favorites that i (mostly) enjoyed, or that are just beloved in general in case you haven’t gotten into it yet: cutie pie, tharntype (reserved rec), love in the air (reserved rec), why r u?, bad buddy, until we meet again, between us and big dragon (had a hard time getting into it but it has some standout episodes), bad buddy, not me, the eclipse. i have watched some of these, haven’t watched others. make of that what you will.

i also defo enjoyed be loved in house: i do. something about taiwan’s style really gets to me, i think it is a little more sophisticated than what we are used to from thai bl but maybe that’s just because i rarely do a trash or pulp watch, and my favorite overall style is probably korean bl; i wish we would get full drama treatments but there’s still a long way to go. anyways.

old fashion cupcake is the perfect bl, in my opinion, and just thinking about it makes me go absolutely crazy. most definite recommendation on this list; i actually think everyone should watch this show, whether you’re a bl fan or not. it’s a beautiful story about how there is no such thing as being too late for love, or for anything in life, really, and i enjoyed it so much.

anyways, long story short, let me try to compile a list of my top 10.

to my star 2: our untold stories (my all time favorite bl. watching season 1 is definitely needed but season 1 is also exceptionally good, so it’s no hardship. i cannot recommend it enough, especially if you enjoy angst. i know some people said this is too angsty, or the amount of angst is not worth the outcome but i disagree. it is real and messy and human, and that’s what i love so much about it. it made me cry way too many times. excellent on all fronts.)

semantic error

old fashion cupcake

manner of death

to my star

we best love (both seasons)

where your eyes linger

be loved in house: i do

long time no see

kinnporsche or you make me dance

honorary mention: beyond evil, strangers from hell, and the devil judge. the bls that should have been.

it’s like 4.30 am here and i’m about to go to sleep, so i hope this makes sense!! also, i might and definitely have forgotten things here, in case i remember i will come back to add on. thank you and have a good day, i hope this could be of some help!

#ask #anon #long post

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