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joekeeryswife · 2 years

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Day in the life - J.Q

REQUESTED ON WATTPAD! how cute is this concept. melts my heart sm, also, dad Joseph 🥹Esme is 4 years old btw. this was honestly awful i'm sorry.

Joseph decided it would be a good idea if he filmed a day in the life for his youtube channel which he'd just started. he thought it would be a good idea seeing as one of his fans at comic con asked him to vlog and you also thought it would be a good idea for the fans to see what his day is like.

Joseph woke up at 8 am and picked up his camera, pointing it at himself and you as you slept in his arms. he started recording with you still sleeping in his arms. "good morning" he whispered to the camera, showing the position he was in. you half woke up from his talking and you started speaking to him.

"if you're recording me i'll kill you-" you said, making him laugh loudly. you turned your back to him and started going back to sleep until you heard Joseph talking loudly. "so today i'm filming a day in the life and we now need to go wake up Esme" he said, looking over at you as you groaned at him.

"you're doing it on purpose" you sighed before getting your and walking to the bathroom. Joseph shouted 'i love you', knowing he had annoyed you, and then got out of bed himself to go wake up Esme. he turned the camera to face her bedroom door and knocked softly. "Es, you awake sweetheart?" he asked before opening the door to her room. she was sleeping so he walked in and placed the camera on the bedside table, putting the focus on both of them.

Joseph did not care, he was going to do what he usually did, even if there was a camera watching the two of them. he pushed the disheveled curls off of Esme's face and bent down to kiss her forehead. she stirred in her sleep and opened her eyes slightly, looking at Joseph. "daddy" she whispered, putting her arms out for him to pick her up. he picked her up and placed her on his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck as he hugged her. "morning sweetheart, how did you sleep?" he asked, rocking her back and forth in his arms.

"good" she whispered, eyes closing again from how tired she was. he kissed her forehead and smiled at her, she was the spitting image of you, she had your nose, lips, eyebrows, and eyes but, she had Joseph's curls, hair colour and eye colour. Joseph and Esme sat there for a while, Joseph giving her time to wake before he started speaking to her. "do you remember what today is?" he asked as she looked up from his chest. she gasped suddenly, remembering what he told her yesterday.

"blob?" she said, looking around the room, spotting the camera on her bedside table. "vlog sweetheart, wanna say hello?" he laughed, waiting for her response. she nodded her head and reached for the camera. "hi blob, i'm Esme" she said, he face getting in the camera. Joseph laughed at her antics, thinking that the fans would love this.

Joseph could smell the sweet scent of pancakes filling the house and then heard you shout for the both of them. "come on love, mamas calling for us" he said, picking Esme up off his lap and placing her on her feet, allowing her to walk. she kept ahold of the camera as they walked down the stairs, holding hands. Joseph picked up Esme and put her on the chair, next to his and waited for you to bring in the food. Esme's eyes lit up when she saw you bringing in hers and Joseph's plate, her pancakes had a smiley face made by maple syrup on it and then you placed their plates in front of them.

"thank you mama" she said, smiling at you. "you're welcome love" you replied, kissing her on the head. "thank you love" Joseph said, you smiled at him then walked back into the kitchen to get your food. you came back and sat down next to Esme who was just staring into the camera as she was eating. she then turned to you and then Joseph then back at the camera. "hi blob, so mama and daddy are eating pancakes and so am i and daddy said we were blobbing today so hi" she said, making you and Joseph laugh.

she looked between the two of you, smile on her face. "it's vlogging baby, not blobbing" you said, hand running through her hair. she laughed when you tickled the side of her neck and for the rest of breakfast she was talking to the camera, no doubt going to entertain the audience. once everyone had finished, you collected the plates and left Joseph and Esme sat at the table together. "daddy, it's time for you to have a shower" she said, remembering what he would usually do during the day.

"that's right, do you think you could entertain them whilst i shower then we'll get you ready?" he asked, putting her hair behind her ear. she nodded frantically and then grabbed the camera and ran off, leaving Joseph to go get into the shower. Esme shouted your name, well, not your real name, and ran into the kitchen where she found you just finishing the washing up. "mama i have the camera" she said, tugging on your leg.

you wiped your hands on the tea towel and then bent down to her level. "what do you wanna do whilst daddy's in the shower then? shall we just talk to the fans?" you asked, picking her up and putting her on your hip as you walked to the living room. "yes mama, we can talk to them about daddy" she said as you sat down on the sofa. "my mama is the best ever" she said, head falling into your chest, your heart melted as you heard her talk. "thank you love" you said, kissing her forehead.

you took the camera from her and pointed it at the two of you, making sure Joseph got a bit of good content. "hi blob" she said, waving at the camera. you smiled and watched as she spoke. "i'm Esme and i'm 4" she said holding up 3 fingers. "thats three sweetheart" you said, putting another one of her fingers up, making sure it was the correct number. "oh" she said, looking at her fingers. her mood completely changed when she asked to go play with her dolls and show everyone her room.

"oh mama please can i?" she pleaded. you nodded your head and took ahold of her hand, leading her up the stairs to her bedroom. you passed her the camera and allowed her to walk around her room, telling the camera all about her bedroom. "and this is snuggles, i've had him since i was born. and then this is where my dollies are" she said, running from one side of the room to the other, making you laugh. "mama, can you help please" she asked, trying to pass you the camera.

you took it and turned it around to her. "what do you need me to do Es?" you asked, following her to her wardrobe. "i need to look pretty for the fans like you" she said, looking at the racks of clothes she had. "aww love you always look pretty" you said, kissing her forehead. she blushed lightly and then proceeded to ask you to help her pick out an outfit. "what about a dress?" you asked, seeing the cute blue dress she loved to wear. she nodded her head and then heard the shower stop, meaning Joseph had gotten out of the shower. "Esme, come here please" he said, she took the camera from your hands and ran to the bathroom where Joseph only had a towel around his waist. you laid the dress on her bed and then walked back downstairs to do a bit of cleaning.

"brush teeth?" she said as he sat her on the bathroom counter. he nodded his head and put her toothpaste on her toothpaste before giving her the toothbrush. she brushed her teeth and Joseph did the same, the camera recording the two as Esme giggled at Joseph. they finished doing their business before Joseph stopped the camera. "no daddy why did you do that?" she sulked, looking at him. "well, i need to get dressed and so do you missy" he said, placing her on the floor, allowing her to run to her bedroom.

"i'm gonna get dressed first love, i'll be two minutes" he said, closing the shared bedroom door, quickly getting dressed. after he was ready, he walked to Esme's room and helped her get dressed. "now that we are both ready, does that mean we can use the camera again?" she asked cautiously, Joseph nodded and she squealed in excitement, running into your bedroom to get the camera. "what do we do next love?" he asked, waiting for Esme to reply.

she thought for a moment before her face lit up. we wait for mama to get ready then we go out" she said, in a 'matter of fact' tone, Joseph nodded, letting her know that she was correct. the two of them walked down the stairs and then walked into the living room, seeing you sat on the sofa, phone in hand. "hi love" you said when Esme crawled onto your lap. "mama, please get ready so we can go out" she said, whining. you sighed before nodding your head. "okay miss bossy boots, i'll go get ready now" you said, kissing her cheek. she squealed and 'fell' onto the sofa next to you.

you got ready, hearing Joseph and Esme playing in the living room. you walked downstairs after getting ready, their eyes falling on you. "woah" Joseph said, you were dressed in comfy clothes and had hardly any makeup on but Joseph thought you'd never looked more beautiful. "doesn't mama look pretty" Esme whispered to Joseph as she watched you walk towards them.

"she looks beautiful" he whispered back, panning the camera to you. "you guys ready to go?" you asked, slipping on your air force ones. they both nodded, having their shoes already on, and started walking to the car.

"where do you wanna go Es?" Joseph asked as he strapped her into her car seat. "zoo?" she asked, giving Joseph the camera back. he nodded his head and then walked to the drivers seat. "ready Es?" he said, looking back at her as she nodded frantically, excited to see all the different animals.

you arrived at the zoo, Esme's eyes lighting up once she saw the 'ZSL LONDON ZOO' sign. you looked back at her and then back at the road, looking for a car parking space. "are you excited sweetheart?" Joseph asked, looking at her through the rear view mirror. she nodded and once the car stopped, she tried to unplug her own seatbelt. "no Es, wait for daddy to do it please" you said, making her stop her actions and become impatient.

Joseph got her out of her car seat and helped her out of the car. they held hands as they walked to the entrance and you decided to start recording the two as Esme skipped happily into the zoo. "they are the cutest" you said, loud enough for the camera to hear.

throughout the day, you and Joseph filmed Esme and each other as you made your way through the park. your last stop before heading home was the elephants, one of Esme's favourite animals. Joseph had Esme on his hip as they walked to the Elephant section. "you excited love?" he asked, her eyes were practically closed with how tired she was, all that walking for a four year old was too much but she loved it.

"daddy i'm tired" she said, her head digging into his neck. "i know lovebug, we are going to see the elephants and then we can go home and straight to bed" he said, kissing her forehead. luckily you had all eaten at the zoo so you wouldn't have to cook when you got home, the camera was on the two of them as you all walked, finally making it to the elephants section.

there was a baby elephant with its mum and dad and it made your heart swell. you zoomed in on the three elephants and then put the camera on Esme and Joseph, he was whispering in her ear whilst pointing at the elephants, leaving a few small kissed by her ear. "mama look, it's a family" she said, pointing at them. "i saw love, aren't they cute?" you asked, watching as she nodded her head. she rested her head back in Joseph's chest, but kept looking at the elephants.

"Joey maybe we should go, it's almost closing and she's tired. we are gonna have a long drive home" you said, resting your head on his shoulder. he nodded and you both started walking back to the car. you kept back a bit so you could talk to the camera without disturbing Esme. "okay so Esme is so tired she's practically asleep on Joey's shoulder so we've decided to go home. i honestly don't really think this was a day in the life it was more of a family day out vlog which i hope is okay with you guys" you said to the camera, putting a piece of lose hair behind your ear.

you flipped the camera to Joseph and Esme walking, her arms around his neck, legs around his waist, her head on his shoulder as he walked briskly to the car. "aww, he's such a good dad" you whispered to yourself, watching the two. "did you guys know what Joseph was actually terrified of becoming a dad but now look at him, he's so perfect" you said, the camera never leaving the two of them.

you guys arrived home at around 7:40. the traffic being terrible but when you made it home, you passed the camera to Joseph and decided it was your turn to carry Esme, you picked her up out of her car seat and walked to the house, unlocking the front door. "Joey you're gonna have to help me get her changed" you whisper shouted, waiting for him to follow you up the stairs. "i'm coming love, give me two seconds" he said as you got to the top of the stairs.

Joseph helped you change Esme into her pyjamas before turning the camera on, showing her snuggled up in bed with snuggles. you kissed her forehead and walked out of the room, leaving Joseph there with Esme. "aren't you so beautiful" he said before kissing her cheek, leaving her to sleep. he walked into the bedroom, camera on you as you picked up your pyjamas. "what are you doing" you said, smiling at him. "you're so beautiful" he said, walking towards you, camera catching your flushed cheeks.

"stop it, carry on with your vlog" you said, walking away from him so you could get ready for bed. Joseph turned the camera to him and had a pouted look on his face. "i've just been rejected" he said, loud enough for you to hear. you laughed loudly, hearing him complain to the camera. "shut up Joseph" you laughed, making him laugh. once you'd finished getting ready, you walked of the bathroom, allowing Joseph to vlog his nightly routine. once he'd finished, he said his goodbyes to the camera and put it down.

he pulled you into his chest, kissing your forehead. "you know i love you don't you?" he asked, playing with the ends of your hair. you looked up from his chest, confused look on your face. "what? of course i do." you said, kissing his cheek. he wrapped his arms around you and whispered in your ear. "i want another baby" making you look up at him. "seriously?" you said, a wide smile spreading across your face. he nodded and you squealed. you'd wanted another baby for a year and he was finally agreeing. "i want another girl" he said, kissing your cheek.

the video had been up for no more than a day and the comment section was filled with love for your little family, Joseph had been scrolling through the comments, his love for you and Esme growing stronger. the comments varied from

'when Joseph saw y/n come down the stairs, my heart🥹'

'y/n calling Joseph ‘Joey’ and Joseph calling y/n ‘sweetheart’ STOP IT’

‘if my relationship isn’t like this then i don’t want it’

‘Joseph and Esme looking at the elephants 🥹’

‘this family is the cutest EVER’

‘their nicknames 😩’

‘Esme loves her parents so much, her face whenever she sees either Joseph or y/n just lights up. she’s the cutest 🥰’

‘idk who i’m more jealous of y/n or Joseph’

‘Esme is DESTINED to be a vlogger, or should i say blobber’

‘y/n recording Joseph and Esme when they saw the Elephants and when they were walking back, the way she was talking, oh god she’s so in love with her family’

‘y/n and Joseph melt my heart, they are such a beautiful family’

and there was over 3000 more. Joseph loved seeing his fans fall in love with his little family and he was so grateful for the relationship you had. he loved his little family.

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sadwizardlover · 7 months

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The Memories We Share

Summary: Rolan and Tav go watch some fireworks together; a lot of reminiscing occurs Tags: Gnome Tav, (slight) angst, hurt/comfort, fluff Author's note: inspired by a tadpole @rolanpilled stuck in my brain

Link on AO3 (For background context, my Tav is a gnome bard who was adopted and raised by humans)

It had been a ridiculous idea from the beginning, going to see the fireworks at Gray Harbor. Rolan had tried telling Tav–they had their own tower, in the Upper City, with a balcony from which they’d most certainly have a better view of the fireworks than from on the ground. But Tav had insisted–in that irritating, infuriating, but somehow irresistible way of hers–that it wouldn’t be the same. She was a Baldurian through and through, and firmly believed the best (and only) way to experience life in Baldur’s Gate was to spend time where Baldurians actually went. Even if that meant being stuck in a crowd crush by the docks, with the air scented by rotting fish and the unwashed masses.

“And besides,” Tav had said, “my parents used to take me to see the Harbor fireworks all the time when I was small. I want to share that with you, too.”

Well. Who was he to argue with that?

Which was how they found themselves in their current predicament: trapped in the middle of a noisy throng of people near the Water Queen’s House, minutes before the fireworks were due to start, with Tav anxiously rummaging through her comically disorganized pack for a scroll. If Rolan hadn’t been so grumpy about having been induced into going to the Harbor in the first place, he would have smugly said I knew this would happen. Because the one argument he hadn’t made in trying to talk her out of her silly idea–out of sensitivity for her feelings–was that she was a gnome, and was hardly going to be able to see anything surrounded by people double her size.

“I know I have a Scroll of Enlarge in here somewhere,” Tav was saying, as she pulled yet another useless ring out of her pack (why did she have so many things in there to begin with? He’d told her time and time again that she didn’t need to pick up every shiny object that caught her eye like some sort of demented crow…) “I’m sorry Rolan, I should’ve thought about this before…”

“It’s….fine,” he said huffily, avoiding looking at her as she started frantically shaking her bag. “How did you watch the fireworks with your parents?”

“What?”

“I said, how did you watch the fireworks with your parents when you were…little…smaller than you are now?”

“Oh! My mom Hanna would pull me up,” Tav said. “She wanted me to be able to see everything so she’d just sort of lift me up on her shoulders and I’d sit there during the show. It was quite nice…” At this last bit her voice softened. Rolan glanced over and saw she was looking off in the distance, her eyes shining slightly with moisture. Zurgan, had he made her cry? He knew he could be insensitive, but he hadn’t thought he’d said anything particularly—

Oh. Her mother. Rolan recalled Tav telling him about Hanna, one of the two human women who’d raised her, over dinner at the Blushing Mermaid a few months before. “This was Hanna’s favorite tavern too,” she’d said, laughing as they’d watched the barkeep chuck a drunken sailor out onto the porch.

“Before she met my mom Esme, she used to work for the Guild as a–well as a con artist I guess, I can’t really sugar coat what she did–and she’d come here to find marks. The pickings here were almost always good, she used to tell me, and even on days when they weren’t, nothing beat kicking back with a strong pint of ale and someone easy on the eyes for company.” She’d looked up at him with a slight flush in her cheeks and a sparkle in her eyes that made his heart stutter; he’d coughed and tried to change the subject.

“Are your parents still in Baldur’s Gate? They must be worried sick all the time, what with you constantly having to play the hero.” He’d meant it as a joke, a bit of lighthearted banter so she’d stop looking at him so coquettishly with those big bright eyes, but the way her expression changed to one of shock made him instantly wish he could take it back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–”

“No no, it’s fine! It’s fine.” The brightness in her voice was hollower than her usual upbeat tone, like she was forcing herself to stay cheery. “They’re not around anymore, no. They’ve been gone for, oh, about a decade now? Yeah, I think it’s been a decade…Hanna went…Hanna died…Hanna…” Tav had taken a deep breath and then shot out a rapid spew of words, as if trying to force them out before she burst. “Hanna was killed a few streets over from here, there were some halflings, mom always looked out for little folk like me and they were getting mugged or something like that and mom just couldn’t walk away, not my Hanna, and, well, one of the muggers had a knife and it had been years since mom was with the Guild so she wasn’t as sharp on her feet…and then someone found her in the alley and they tried to get her to a healer but you know, there was only so much time. And then they came to our shop to tell us.”

Rolan had been baffled on how to react to this. That she’d felt compelled to tell him such a painful memory because of something he’d said–that she even had such painful memories, when he’d always just assumed she’d blazed through her entire life with the same relentless cheerfulness with which she’d blazed into his—struck him with such guilt that he wanted to slap himself. He’d known she was adopted; he’d even, for a time, resented her for it: because her parents had chosen to love her despite her not being of their blood or their kind, while his parents, his flesh and blood, had rejected him outright. But she’d said she’d grown up happy. Rolan had thought she’d always been happy.

Gods, what an ass he was, as usual; couldn’t even make a joke properly without hurting someone he cared about, what a complete and total ass–

“Rolan.” Tav’s voice had snapped him out of his self-hating spiral, and he’d looked up to see that she had reached across the table and was gently touching his sleeve. “It’s okay. Really, it’s okay. It does hurt to think about, sometimes, and I haven’t talked about it with anyone in…well, I’ve never really talked about it to begin with. But I wanted to tell you. I chose to tell you, because my parents were important to me, and you’re important to me too, and I want to share those memories with you, even if they hurt.” The way she’d looked at him as she’d said this, with such gentleness and kindness and something else that he didn’t dare name–because he wasn’t sure he deserved that from her–nearly short circuited his brain.

“So! Don’t be too hard on yourself, grumpy goblin,” Tav said, before she’d sat back in her chair and beamed at him with her normal sparkle–but with a hint of tenderness still left in her eyes. They’d continued their dinner as normal after that: talking about what her companions and Cal and Lia had been getting up to recently, arguing over silly things (she’d accidentally flooded the floor in the Tower earlier that week by having Shadowheart cast a rain spell; Tav insisted she’d done it so she wouldn’t drip doppleganger blood all over the carpet, Rolan couldn’t believe she was really that dense and hadn’t she heard of just taking a bath?).

But he couldn’t help but feel like they’d crossed some sort of invisible threshold he’d not been aware of before, and while the thought made him apprehensive, it also made him more than a little pleased–as if he’d passed a test he hadn’t studied for with flying colors.

Now though–with the first of the fireworks lighting the sky overhead and Tav hastily swiping her fingers across her eyes as though that could disguise the fact that she was very definitely starting to cry–Rolan desperately wished he was actually as gifted with words as he pretended to be. There had to be something, anything, he could say to make her feel better; she’d been looking forward to this night for weeks and with one stupidly careless question he’d ruined it for her. But what was he supposed to say? Apologies for bringing up your dead mother (again), I only asked because I wondered how you could possibly see anything here, being so short? Lia would kick him in the shin for even considering it.

Fine, then. If words failed him then action would have to do. Rolan’s mind rapidly shuffled through a small pool of possibilities, ranging from patting her on the head (too patronizing) to grabbing her by the shoulders and kissing her (WHY was he even imagining that). Finally, in what seemed like a fit of divine insight, he seized on the perfect plan of attack.

“Tav,” Rolan said, with more force than he’d intended. “Get behind me.” Tav looked up at him like he’d suddenly grown an extra head.

“Rolan, are you alright?” she asked, with a look of such concern it made him want to scream. “If you want to go home now we can…”

“That’s not what I said,” he snapped.

“Then what–”

“Oh for the love of all the gods–come here.” Rolan moved closer to Tav and then bent down in front of her, hoping she’d take the hint. Unfortunately she seemed to be particularly insistent on being obtuse tonight. “Get on my back, you idiot, I look ridiculous squatting like this.”

“Oh! Oh. Are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be sure? I’m crouching in front of you, surrounded by all these people who will probably be gossiping for days about how they saw the Archmage of Ramazith’s Tower bending down in front of a gnome, because I want you to be able to see the fireworks at the fireworks show that you insisted we go to even though I have a perfectly good tower that we–ow!!” He grimaced as Tav wrapped her arms around his neck and then playfully choked him. “What was that for?!”

“You talk too much sometimes,” she said with a laugh. “You can lift me up now.”

“Do you think I’m your mule or something and you can just boss me around? You’re worse than Cal and Lia,” Rolan grumbled, but he did what she’d told him to anyway, making sure to support her so she didn’t lose her balance. Funny–until just that moment, he’d forgotten that the last time he’d carried someone like this had been when his siblings were younger, demanding all of his attention and endless piggyback rides. Lia would pretend that she was a Hellrider, charging into battle to defend Elturel on a mighty warhorse; Cal would ask Rolan to act like a bear (complete with bear noises) and dance around with him on his back. It had been such a small and easy thing for him to do, but the way they’d laughed and screeched and tugged at his sleeves to beg for just one more ride, pretty please, had made Rolan feel like the most important person in the universe. After years of fending for himself and having life spit in his face, he’d coveted and craved that feeling more than anything.

A series of multicolored fireworks like enormous flowers burst into the air above them and Tav gasped in delight. She was so easily delighted–he was fairly sure he could replicate the same sort of pyrotechnics from the Tower, only his fireworks would be three times as large and have even more colors–but even so, hearing how happy she sounded made Rolan’s earlier surliness vanish. He wondered if this was how she’d been when her parents had taken her to see the fireworks: oohing and aahing at every little explosion, legs swinging back and forth, her face resting against her mother’s head. He smiled imagining it, and also at the thought that in this moment, he was partially the cause of her happiness.

“Oooh Rolan, Rolan look!” Tav was tapping on his horn to get his attention. He glanced over at where she was pointing. A bit further down from them, a group of kids was casting prestidigitation spells into the air, little bursts of color and light lingering for only a moment before flickering away. They weren’t very good at it; had Rolan been their tutor, he would’ve pointed out at least three critical flaws in their execution and taken marks off for sloppy spellwork. But Tav clapped loudly and shouted “bravo!” when they were finished, causing the amateur casters to giggle bashfully and take a bow.

“You really are far too easy to please,” Rolan said with a smirk. “If I cast Colour Spray you’d be so overwhelmed with awe you’d probably faint.”

“Don’t be jealous, Rolan. I clapped for you too, remember?" Tav said this not in her usual cheery tone but softer, lower, and right next to his ear. Was she flirting with him? He couldn't be sure, but his tail twitched with pleasure anyway.

And he did remember, actually, even though it felt like years has passed since then. Back at her camp outside the druid’s grove, when they’d all been celebrating the goblin’s defeat, when they’d all been buoyed by the expectation that in a few days they’d be safe in Baldur’s Gate. Before the Shadow-Cursed Lands had cut off that hope for so many of them. Before Cal and Lia…no, he wouldn’t think of that. Right now they were safe and happy and living a life the three of them could never have imagined; that was all that mattered.

They owed that life to Tav. When she’d clapped for his silly little show at her camp, he’d hardly known or cared to know her; she was just a gnome who (in his view) had killed the goblin leaders through sheer dumb luck. He did appreciate that she’d given his siblings something to feel good about, because by the gods they needed it, but his main focus was on getting to his apprenticeship with Lorroakan. His whole future hinged on that one opportunity, leaving him no time or consideration for anything else, and even though Rolan had told her party he hoped to meet them again in Baldur’s Gate he hadn’t seriously meant it. He was certain they’d never see each other again.

And yet. Time and time again, Tav had come barging into his life–always when he was at his lowest, when he felt like the gods had singled him out for a lifetime of nothing but heartbreak and abuse–like a one-gnome force of nature dead set on making him see value in himself and taking down anyone who stood in his way. Even though she had so many other things to worry about and the fate of a city and the entire Sword Coast was in her hands, Tav always put him first in everything. Rolan was unused to being put first in anyone’s thoughts; hells, he wasn’t used to being thought of at all by anyone apart from his family. He’d never understand why she cared so much about him, but Zurgan he was so grateful she did that the force of his gratitude could’ve torn him apart.

Of course Rolan couldn’t tell her any of this. He’d never find the right words, and even if he did, the bit of stubborn pride he still possessed would never let him. So instead he fell back on his old strategy for dealing with the feelings he couldn’t express or didn’t want to dwell on, and deflected grumpily.

“Jealous? Of children? I would’ve thought you knew me better by now but it seems I was sorely mistaken, if you think that your clapping for children who can barely cast and are even shorter than you is enough to make me jealmmMPH–!"

His grumbling was cut off abruptly by Tav tilting his face up and tenderly pressing her lips against his own. Rolan immediately forgot what he’d been complaining about just a second before; every thought flew straight out of his head, except for the one that was screaming at him to kiss her back before she realized she’d made a terrible mistake and ran horrified out of his life forever. And so he did, trying his best to put all his feelings for her that he couldn’t put into words–his awe, his gratitude, his love–into this one kiss. The awkward angle made his neck ache and he just knew someone in the crowd around them was going to leak to the Gazette about how Archmage Rolan went around kissing gnomes in public, but none of that mattered right now. The only thing that mattered was Tav.

When she finally pulled her mouth away from his, Rolan didn't want to open his eyes, terrified that she'd be looking at him with disgust or hatred. Instead his eyes fluttered open and Tav was….smirking at him?

"That was nice, huh?" she said, in a tone that both made him want to kiss her again and made him want to drop her on her head. "Aren't you glad you agreed to come here with me?"

"You—you are—you're–" Words were failing him completely. "Ugh, you're an idiot!"

Tav laughed. "I am, but I'm your idiot. And," She gently cupped his cheek in her hand and planted a soft kiss on his forehead, "this idiot is happy you could share this memory with her. Truly, Rolan. There's nowhere I'd ever rather be than with you."

Her words made him so happy he might actually combust, but not knowing how to reply in a way that wouldn't make him sound like a lovesick schoolboy, he just looked away instead. “Are you actually going to watch the fireworks you made such a fuss over, or should we just go home?” Rolan snapped, hoping she’d pick up on the lightheartedness in his tone. Tav chuckled softly in response and lay her head back against his. As the last of the fireworks tumbled across the night sky, he suddenly realized he’d never felt more content than he did just then. After everything they’d been through–both together and apart–the fact that he could simply share an ordinary moment with her like this was the sweetest reward he could ever have hoped for.

Hm, he thought to himself, maybe coming here wasn’t such a ridiculous idea after all.

#bg3 rolan #rolan bg3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #rolan x tav #gnome tav #this is three times longer than i planned on it being i'm so sorry #this is also the first thing i've written in ten years

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palmofafreezinghand · 1 year

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request by @acewardcullen "Can I have fic Edward and Esme goofing around back when it was just the two of them while Carlisle was at work?"

Edward had wanted to hate Esme from the moment Carlisle had first thought of her, fleetingly, one stormy night when Edward had dared ask if there was anyone he had ever considered changing before him. He really wanted to hate her when she showed up cradled in the doctor’s arms, her spine crooked, and thoughts grating. He told himself he hated her those first few weeks when she took all of Carlisle’s attention with her curiosity and forgiveness.

Edward Masen had failed, miserably, at hating Esme Platt.

She had been in their lives for less than two months and had quickly wormed her way into Edward’s affections. With Carlisle working night shifts at the hospital, Edward and Esme spent most evenings alone together.

“What was that?” Edward exclaimed, halting his piano playing to hone in on the quick thought of an easel and paint set, sandwiched between memories of her childhood. Her thoughts jumped to creepy bugs she knew would make him itch.

“Stop thinking of centipedes!” Edward squirmed.

Esme attempted to respond, her thoughts jumbled, her words cut off by her uncontrollable laughter. She had found his aversion to bugs with too many legs — centipedes, millipedes, silverfish, pillbugs, spiders — entirely by accident. She had found a centipide in the attic and promptly tried to show it to him which sent him screaming out of the house, like a little toddler she had thought in the moment while she chased him with said centipede, like a toddler he had thought.

“It was nothing,” she said when she finally caught her breath.

“It was an easel. You paint?”

“No,” she said, but her thoughts gave way to hazy memories of blurry doodles in the margins of books, framed images on her bedroom wall, sitting in the branches of an apple tree with a heavy book in her lap and a piece of charcoal staining her fingers.

The past two months had been spent simply trying to keep her alive and get her through every twenty-four period as stable as possible, they failed often. There simply hadn’t been time or energy to ask about her past hobbies, she was slowly working her way through Carlisle’s extensive library but could be most often found turning over her own thoughts while listening to Edward play the piano. He never played the piano more than in those past two months desperately trying to distract her from some more horrifying memories.

“You like art,” Edward stated as he rushed out of the room. He came back a second later with an empty leather-bound journal from Carlisle’s study and a pencil and shoved the materials in Esme’s lap. Her arms were crossed over her chest, an unthreatening glare on her face as she looked up at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, looking down at the book. ‘This is far too nice. Did he steal this from Dr. Cu– Carlisle?’

“He’ll forgive me, it’s for you. Draw.”

Esme’s frown deepened, upsetting Carlisle, really anyone but especially Carlisle, was unfathomable to her. Her thoughts were racing a mile a minute, fantasizing about the disappointment on the doctor’s face — a sight she had yet to ever see but was convinced was only a matter of time — as he chided them for stealing his things.

“Fine,” Edward sighed. “Sit here all night bored beyond belief, your choice.” He took a seat at his piano, he made it six bars into his song of choice before her theatrical sigh and loud thoughts interrupted him.

“If I draw will you stop playing that god awful screeching?”

“It is frankly comical how much you hate jazz,” Edward smiled, turning on his stool to face her.

‘Is that what you call it?’ She thought with scorn. “I don’t know what you want me to draw.”

“Anything you want. The world is your oyster, Esme.”

Her frown was going to become permanent at this rate but she eventually opened the journal to the first page. Edward went back to his playing, an original composition this time, as she thought over her plan of attack.

Three minutes later he was once again stopping his playing, watching her page – through her mind — and his keys turned out to be quite a challenge, especially when the image she was blocking out was of him.

She continued chipping away at the image as he took a seat on her armrest, watching the page over her shoulder. Her thoughts indicated she did not even notice he moved.

The image forming on the paper was clear talent. It was like the first time he looked at his mother’s needlepoint for the first time, or watched Carlisle operate — through memories he had yet to work up the strength to sit in an operating theater — or listened to the Chicago Symphony live.

He likened those moments to church, the reverent revelation, the moment everything in life made sense. Edward was still waiting for this moment for himself.

When she finished the sketch of Edward at the piano she moved onto attempting to sketch Carlisle’s face. Edward let out a bark of laughter before he could stop himself.

Esme startled and looked up to the piano stool and then quickly corrected herself and looked at him on the armrest. She slammed the journal turned sketchbook closed.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Edward smiled. “Just find it amusing who you decided to draw.”

“You.”

“Who was that other guy?” Edward teased, trying to grab the book out of her hands to look at the sketch of her infatuation.

“No one. Hush up,” Esme said defensively, clutching the book to her chest.

“Mhmmm.” He elbowed her lightly. “You don’t like him at all and you’re not an artist.” If Esme could blush her cheeks would have been red as her eyes.

‘Don’t tell him, please,’ she mentally begged.

“You know I won’t tell him about the crush,” Edward affirmed, wrapping his arm lightly around her shoulders, she only flinched slightly, progress.

“Or the drawing?” She asked, book still clutched to her chest.

Edward saw no reason to hide it from Carlisle, he would be overjoyed Esme had an interest in anything. Perhaps that was precisely the reason she wanted to hide it. Her thoughts were already imagining an overzealous Carlisle bringing home every art supply known to man, just like he had done with her clothing, and books, and anything she had shown a mild interest in over the past two months.

“Fine,” Edward smiled. “Our secret.”

#thank you for the request & for voting!!!!#esme platt #esme cullen #edward cullen #my stories #edward & his parents #< it's becoming a tag i write too much of them for it not to be

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justins-foley · 1 month

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I still have 2 episodes to watch until PB is over, but I’m just going to say this:

The whole part involving Esme in s6 was so so bad. It was badly written and it’s just not plausible anymore. Tommy going into the mountains, going to the cemetery with her, her telling him about his son out of nowhere… it was so ridiculous and frankly I do not care about anything that she talked about. I was looking at Cillian Murphy when they were in the cemetery, thinking “I do not believe the story that you’re telling me right now”. You know a show has gone awry when you’re looking at the lead actor and you just don’t believe them. It was almost comical, like a school play or something. The problem is that the writers forced so many things on us and personally I don’t feel attached to a lot of the story at this point, I don’t really care about the characters anymore. Yet PB had such amazing writing and some moments were absolutely fantastic in the previous seasons. I don’t think making a movie is such a good idea at this point, they went too far and forced too many things on their audience and the quality is sooo different than it was in season 1 for example

#Peaky blinders season 6 #peaky blinders

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dchlias · 9 months

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jasmine tookes. she/her. cis woman. › spotted at the met steps , DAHLIA LEWIS , most likely listening to american money by børns with their airpods pro . the thirty year old gained quite a reputation , known to be -overly-independent yet +debonair to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about the feeling of toned muscles , caring more about others than your own wellbeing , holding your head high even in the face of adversity , silk pajamas paired with an extensive nighttime routine , followed by their alien by mugler . latest nepoupdates article talks about family bailout ? dahlia lewis seen back in new york after 10 years due to failed attempt to distance herself from family , but i guess any reputation is good reputation .

[ ! ] WANTED CONNECTIONS ( TBD ).

[ ! ] ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS ( TBD ).

penned by HECATE ( she/her , pst , 21+ )

OVERVIEW.

STATS PAGE .

FULL NAME: dahlia esme lewis

NICKNAME(S) / ALIASES: lia / siren ( callsign )

DOB: 09/25/1993

AGE: 30

HEIGHT: 5'9"

ZODIAC: libra

GENDER: cis woman

PRONOUNS: she/her/hers

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

LANGUAGES: english , spanish , french

AESTHETICS: the feeling of toned muscles , caring more about others than your own wellbeing , holding your head high even in the face of adversity , silk pajamas paired with an extensive nighttime routine , harsh words spoken with a calm visage

CHARACTER PARALLELS: rhys larsen ( twisted games ) , isabelle lightwood ( shadowhunters ) , elizabeth swann ( pirates of the caribbean ) , natasha romanoff ( marvel comics ) , zatanna zatara ( dc comics )

BACKGROUND.

the lewis family made their fortune through shipping and a number of various investments . since then , their wealth has spanned for generations . with a father who inherited this business and a mother who hails from a family notable for their social prominence and philanthropy , dahlia is born into this legacy with her life planned out the moment she’s conceived . the lewis’ are picture-perfect at best . she only sees her parents for more than an hour or so is when the family is attending formal events to keep up appearances . she’s close to her siblings because of this . and even more so with her grandparents . but definitely not her parents .

she’s 16 when she starts to question the path put ahead of her . was this what she truly wanted ? she’s been pitted against her siblings . resentment is surely there . the mounting pressure starts to spiral . there’s really only one person she feels like she can confide in –– her grandfather . and that’s what she does . he’s surprisingly supportive . she had expected the opposite . a pep talk about how this is the family legacy . heavy is the head that wears the crown . instead , he urges her to do something for herself .

( death mention tw ) tragedy strikes at 17 . her grandfather suddenly passes . dahlia is devastated . who can she confide in now ? she feels alone . her parents are still expected to live the life she set out . it all becomes too much the moment they start urging her to look for prospective partners . ones that could help maintain the family’s social standing . dahlia ends up running away and to the navy in efforts to distance herself from her family . after all , would any of them dare enter that territory ? she doubts it . and when she sets her mind to it , she does it . bootcamp was hell but she made it . the work doesn’t stop there . dahlia joins the seals . serves two tours before landing herself in private security company run by a friend .

she doesn’t need the job but she’s good at what she does . however , a new client brings her back to new york after almost over a decade of staying away . or at the very least , staying under the radar and no contact with her family . however , being the current bodyguard for the valente sisters meant she was back on the radar whether she likes it or not .

PERSONALITY.

dahlia can be very charming and insightful . there’s something about her that draws the attention of everyone in the room when they speak . inspiration . conviction . however , it doesn’t come without its faults . dahlia burns out easily without a set routine . but she’s decisive through and through . there's a difference in the way she presents herself while working vs when she's not . she takes her work seriously . committed to whatever she sets her mind to . and within her line of work , dahlia's become more selfless . stoic . not readily showing her emotions as she once did when she was younger .

HEADCANONS.

this section is a wip and will be updated when i think of more things ! <33

classically trained in ballet so she's got impeccable posture

knows her way around a boat and was taught how to sail

formerly did competitive swim when she was younger , qualified for the junior olympics

impulsively joined the navy as a way out of dealing with familial expectations

after making it through bootcamp , decided to work towards being part of the navy seals

did two tours before receiving an honorable discharge

her "callsign" ( more of a nickname tbh ) given by her platoon mates is siren

good with close quarters combat and since being part of the navy has taken up kickboxing and judo

annoyingly knowledgeable about weaponry

#nepofm.intro #🍁 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 . ›› dahlia lewis .#hope this made sense b/c i did not™ proofread fjdksl

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fantasticwolfpenguin · 2 years

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Do you like adult/teen oriented comics that's colorful and psychedelic, yet still delivers some gore? Get out your divining rod and something that plays tunes and check out Witchblood!

With people obsessing over Dracula, there's a new modern take of the vampire lore I wish people would talk about.

Witchblood is a comic book series created by and Matthew Erman and Lisa Serle. When I first made this post in August 2021, there were four issues out so far as of August 2021. Now all 10 chapters are out and you can get the full graphic novel at your local store. It seems to be super popular with some running out when I was collecting individual issues.

I would say the vibe the story gives off is Demon Slayer at times, but something more familiar to Americans. Such as the wild west, vampires, and witchcraft. The art is amazing here are some of my favorite panels:

Basic Summary: There are three main groups in the story: witches (who have been blessed with magic from Esme the original witch), vampires, and witch hunters (who seek to find witches due to them destroying human communities). Yonna is a witch wandering the South West with her crow familiar. She unfortunately meets the Hounds of Love a group of vampires lead by the charismatic Paxton. Paxton has found that in drinking a witch's blood you gain her powers and seeks to find the original witch. Yonna must find the other witches before the Hounds get to them, but she finds out she can't do it alone.

And there are so many collectible covers made by famous artist Yoshiyoshitani.

The first two images in this post is from my own copy of the novel while the last panel is a digital pre-print version which I received from Matthew Erman.

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sheerfreesia007 · 11 months

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Finding Love In Legacy Oaks pt. 27.5

Title: Finding Love In Legacy Oaks pt. 27.5

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 1,149

Warnings: Injury mentioned

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Gif Credit: @trashcora

“Wait a minute you’re SPIES?! Like James Bond?!” Bunny shouts as Tequila slowly walks her down the stairs, her ankle had been reinjured and she was using Tequila like a crutch as she hobbled down the stairs. Esme bursts into delighted giggles as she looks back over her shoulder to the bottom of the stairs where Tequila and Bunny have stopped and the woman is staring up at Tequila in awe. Jack smiles softly as he watches Bunny slowly come to terms with the fact of his career, he can see the wheels in her head turning as she grasps what this means for her. “Is that why your name is Tequila?” she asks accusingly up to Tequila who quickly looks to Jack for help. “Oh don’t look to him for help, he's already in trouble on his own.” Bunny chastised Tequila who slumped dejectedly in front of her causing Jack to chuckle softly. When Bunny whipped her head towards him he instantly snapped his mouth closed as she glared at him angrily.

“Yes, my code name is Agent Tequila.” Tequila responds to her nodding his head.

“And his code name is Agent Whiskey?” she asks him curiously and Tequila nods his head at her question.

“His real name is actually Jack Daniels, his family has ties to the Jack Daniels Whiskey brand.” Tequila supplies and Jack flinches when Bunny whips her head back to him angrily.

“So you lied about your real name being your actual name?” Bunny asked loudly and Jack flinched again at her question.

“It was to protect me and Es.” Jack tried to explain and Bunny frowned at him. He then watched as her eyes widened almost comically and Tequila looked at him for help with what he was supposed to do.

“Oh my god. Oh my god! OH MY GOD!” Bunny began to whisper as she reached out and grabbed onto Tequila's arm. “I’m in love with a spy?!” Bunny asked no one as they all stood there watching her silently. It took Jack a moment to understand her words but thankfully Esme was quick on the uptake as she instantly began excitedly shouting.

“Bunny, you love my Dad?! Oh my gosh does that mean you’re gonna get married and be my mom?!” Esme began bouncing on her toes where she stood next to Jack. Jack looked down at Esme before snapping his head to gaze at Bunny who was just staring at him with wide eyes. “Oh my god! Bunny’s gonna be my mom!” Esme shouted happily as Tequila began laughing.

Jack watched as chaos ensued as Esme raced over to the still shellshocked Bunny and began to bounce around her talking about them all living together and being a family finally. Tequila shook his head as he wrapped an arm around Bunny’s smaller frame and hugged her into his side.

“Welcome to the family, Bun!” Tequila said happily.

“Well hold on, hold on.” Bun began to softly protest as she held her hands up in the air in front of her. “Es, your Dad and I haven’t even talked about that yet. We were just rescued from being kidnapped. I just found out that your Dad is a spy!” Bunny began to ramble as Jack smiled softly and walked up to the three of them. Bunny looked up at him still a little shell shocked and Jack knew what he was about to do next was going to send her into mental orbit but it was the perfect time for him to do it. He grinned at her just as he came to stop in front of her and then slowly lowered to one knee. Esme and Tequila erupted into excited squeals as they began bouncing on their toes together. “Wha-” Bunny said confused as she stared at Jack with bewildered eyes.

“Zoe Carter, would you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Zoe Daniels?” Jack asked her gently as he pulled out the small ring box that he had hidden in his blue jean pocket. He slowly opened the ring box but Bunny’s eyes never strayed from his face at all. “I know that we’re currently in limbo with our relationship and I have a lot to be makin’ up for. But darlin’ I am irrevocably in love with you and these past few weeks without you in my life have made me realize that you’re it for me. I want nothing to come between us and separate us ever. I was an absolute fool to not keep you in the loop of who I am and what I do for a living. I thought I was protecting you by not tellin’ you. I now know that I was doin’ the opposite. I’m so sorry for being an ass to you. Will you forgive me and marry me?” Jack spoke to her in a soft tone hoping against hope that she would reciprocate favorably.

He watched as Bunny stared at him with watering eyes before she began nodding her head eagerly with a wide grin on her face. Jack felt instant relief engulf his body as he saw her nodding her head at him. He wrapped his arms around her gently and pulled her close to him while pressing soft kisses to her temple. But Bunny pulled slightly away and cupped his face gently, she leaned forward and pressed a deep kiss to his mouth causing Esme and Tequila to cheer loudly. Jack knew that the four of them needed to get out of the building but he was ecstatic to finally have Bunny in his arms that he didn’t want to move from his spot.

When Bunny pulled away for air she grinned down at him with a happy loving look on her face. She gently grazed her hands along the sides of his face and Jack smiled happily back at her. Jack kneeled there in the dimly lit hallway staring into Bunny’s dazed eyes with a happily smile on his face.

“Of course I’ll marry you. We have some work to do but yes, I want to be your wife.” Bunny said adoringly, causing Esme and Tequila to cheer again. Jack nodded his head and Bunny leaned down to kiss him once more. After they pulled away for the last time Jack slipped the ring onto her finger and Bunny admired it quietly. “It’s so pretty.” she said softly and Jack smiled at her before pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Just like you.” he responded, causing Tequila to gag and Esme to squeal while Bunny chuckled softly at his words. Esme skipped over to Bunny and held onto her hand while Jack had his arm wrapped around her back to help her walk. The trio didn’t see Tequila pulling his cell phone out and snapping a quick picture of the three of them to commemorate the moment.

#my writing #kingsman the golden circle #agent whiskey #flilo #agent whiskey x ofc

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montdargent · 10 months

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mid-year book freak out tag

thank you @pinkasrenzo for tagging me (? maybe accidentally? was it just a mention who knows)

1. Best Book You’ve Read So Far in 2023? The wee free men, by Terry Pratchett: witches, scottish fairies and a coming of age story set in the discworld universe. what's not to like? officially my new favourite discworld series

2. Best Sequel You’ve Read So Far in 2023? A hat full of sky, by Terry Pratchett: these are just excuses to talk about the tiffany aching series tbh. also granny weatherwax is back, so that's easy money

3. New Release You Haven’t Read Yet, But Want To? Deadly ever after (Rivers of London graphic novels), by Ben Aaronovitch: the rivers of london novels, novellas and short stories are not enough. i need to inhale these graphic novels too. i can't wait for chaotic river goddess twins shanenigans!

4. Most Anticipated Release For Second Half of 2023? The deep sky, by Yume Kitasei: not many anticipated releases for that time, but it was reccomanded to me and the synopsis sounds right up my alley

5. Biggest Disappointment? Leave the world behind, by Rumaan Alam: a cool premise but incredibly boring execution and not my preferred writing style. a disappointment mostly because it was so amped up

6. Biggest Surprise? No exit, by Taylor Adams: i'm not usually into thrillers, so i didn't have particularly high expectations. but it was really good at building tension, delivered a satisfying ending and had a badass final girl that was easy to root for

7. Favorite New Author? Alison Bechdel: read "Fun home" because a friend of mine wanted to show me the musical and fell in love with it. i can already tell why her works are considered queer classics and i plan to read everything i can find by her

8. Newest Favorite Character? Tiffany Aching: see point 2. most children protagonists fall a bit flat for me or they have at least a couple of moments where their actions or internal monologue feel just unauthentic. and then an adult british cis man writes a smart, lonely, strange little girl and he makes me feel like he knew my child-self better than most family members. and that's why i love terry pratchett (among many things) and why i would die and kill for tiffany aching. she is the one true heir of esme weatherwax and i can't wait to read more of her

9. Newest Fictional Crush? Jordan Baker (from The chosen and the beautiful by Nghi Vo): what can i say, i could never resist a bisexual brunette who was too smart for anyone's good and falls a bit in love with everyone <3

💕Best Ship💕 Blue/Hamal (from Taproot by Keezy Young): just some cute friends-to-lovers fluff with plants and ghosts. honourable mentions are: the extremely toxic polycule from tcatb. that's for new ships, but i have to mention peter/beverly: they're still the best power couple in the greater metropolitan london area (i know i cheated and said three but i can't choose)

10. Book That Made You Cry? I'm glad my mom died, by Jeanette McCurdy: a very tough read, especially with the audiobook narrated by the author herself with all the emotion she puts into the reading. not for the faint of heart, but the pain is absolutely worth it

11. Book That Made You Happy? The fey and the furious (Rivers of London graphic novels) by Ben Aaronovitch: it's a comic version of a series i love, about fairies and drag racing. the pun in the title! i was smiling ear to ear the whole time

12. Favorite Book Adaptation You Saw This Year? Nimona (2023): i just finsihed rewatching it and i will do it again. i was obsessed with the gn at 18 and i'm obsessed with the movie now. between this and she-ra nd stevenson just owns my ass at this point. even with all the changes from the original, it still captures the spirit of it beautifully, with all the added layers of how the author changed and grew since then. i love it with my whole queer heart <3

13. Favorite Review You’ve Written This Year? i don't write reviews anymore, but maybe i should start again just for myself

14. Most Beautiful Cover? The priory of the orange tree, by Samantha Shannon: colour scheme? on point. lettering? beautiful. a dragon? fuck yeah

15. What Books Do You Need To Read By The End of The Year? ideally i'll complete my reading challenge, but for now i just hope i finish the ones i already started, so "One hundred years of solitude" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez "Cemetery boys" by Aiden Thomas and "Circe" by Madeline Miller

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unsoundedcomic · 2 years

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Does Karl just see Esme as pawn or does he have some actually affection for her. Not trying to humaize him, just curious

No need to humanize him; he is human :) All the characters are, except for Pantoffel, the senets, and the inak. Even ol' undead Starfish is still human, goop and all.

But Karl is one of those characters I'm loathe to talk about too much outside the comic. I think he speaks for himself well enough, and the rest is more fun to leave up to you.

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hellrobin · 8 months

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if donnakory isn’t canon what the fuck was this

#i can add more #donnakory #dc #esme talks comics #donna troy #koriand'r #new teen titans

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kaylawritesfics · 2 years

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hi! can i pls request a 🤍

i'm a junior in high school, im a virgo and an intj. i love reading and writing. i mostly write fanfic but i love writing fantasy and romance. reading is the same haha, but my most fav books/series are throne of glass by sarah j maas (ya fantasy/romance), harry potter, and the talon saga by julie kagawa (fantasy/adventure/romance). I also love theatre/acting, i'm also in my school production this year. i love marvel movies/tv shows but i havent read any of the comics yet. i love stranger things and umbrella academy. i'm pretty loud and outgoing with my friends but my social battery can run out quickly depending on how tired i am. i'm kind of timid around people i dont know. im also queer so i like all genders :)

so im wondering if i could get a ship in either marvel, stranger things, harry potter, or twilight? i'd love if i could get one in each fandom but i'd be fine with just one :)))

also congrats on 600!!

hi thank you so much <33 okay i’m gonna do two because there’s two characters i’m 100% sold on !!

i ship you with alice cullen and robin buckley !!

omg my gf alice

alice would absolutely adore you !! she loves to read everything you write and she’s the most supportive person ever. she really wants you to write about vampires. she would read all of your favorite books, especially before the start of your relationship. she sees you carrying the books around at school and she has a massive crush on you already so of course she’s going home and using carlisle’s credit card to order them !! she would absolutely drag all the cullens to watch every single one of your shows. emmett, esme, and carlisle are having the best time !! after the first three shows, edward, jasper, and rosalie want to die but they love you so they’ll watch you preform until they know your lines better than you. alice really wants to break you out of your shell a little, but if you’re not comfortable, she’ll try to let it go.

robin gets so nervous around you !! she’ll ramble and stutter and her face turns bright red everytime she talks to you. she wants to hear you talk about your favorite books and tv shows and all the stuff you’ve been writing. she loves listening to you ramble on (it makes her feel better about rambling). band kid/theater kid solidarity !! she will absolutely be sitting front row opening night !! i feel like robin can also be a little timid around people she’s not close with, so i think you guys would have that in common. you find comfort in each other when in a room full of people you don’t know.

#kaylawritesfics 600 followers celebration #adoration

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stars-and-birds · 13 days

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hi esme! happy love letters night 💌

we havent talked nearly enough! ive loved talking to you about comics those few times and you have great taste in marvel characters <3 and talking to you about x-men is especially fun hehe i think you're absolutely amazing

i hope you have a great night! 🩵

awww thank you !!!! u also have impeccable taste <3333

ily!!

#karolina💗#ask #amazing mutuals

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moontours · 3 years

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ive been staring at these pages since i finished reading it and i literally dont know what to say

#emma and scott .... emma and nathan .. scott and esme ....#I CANT DESCRIBE IT BUT ITS GIVING ME WEIRD FAMILY VIBES #aj talking abt how bable n esme are the new emmascott. please i cant #comic lb #wednesday spoilers #m.panels

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middaystargazer · 5 years

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@lucifers-happy-corner, happy birthday!! Hope it's been a good one!!

#my art #im legit proud of this comic #esme wayfarer #esrion mallanoir #long time no talk 😂#don't know if I'm late or not but seriously happy hatch day

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rinadragomir · 2 years

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Unpopular opinion: Alastair is overrated

Sure, he's trying to do better, and sure, he has grown, but that doesn't mean that the Merry Thieves are obliged to forgive him or that Matthew deserves hate for making comments about him. I've seen how bad bullying, even non-physical, can get at my school. Stealing lunches, destroying projects (that took weeks to make), inscribing lewd messages on toilets about the one they're bullying, making vulgar comics, forcing others to come together and get someone else intro trouble... I managed to avoid it because I sat next to one of the bullies in class and showed her the answers to every tests so I was classified as 'a good sort of nerd, let her be', but a lot of others weren't lucky. You don't become a bully by just spreading a couple of rumors about someone's parents. It's absolutely ridiculous when people hate on James and Matthew for not forgiving Alastair. I swear if he weren't gay everyone would be after him with pitchforks.

Hi friend

Here's my essay👉🏻👈🏻

1) "If he weren't gay"

-Charles is also gay and fandom hates him (not me tho)

- Him being gay is just one of the reasons I AM cheering for him this much. I can imagine what it's like being gay in the beginning of Edwardian era. Especially when you don't have such supportive parents as Gabrily. (Cordelia believes their father wouldn't be happy to find out he's son is gay).

- We stan gays in TSC, we don't have too many of them. 😌

2) "They are not obligated to forgive him"

- In the world where you have to fight demons, where you were raised to be a warrior, where you have to cope with the death of friends and family members at a very young age IT'S A BIT WEIRD BEING SO MAD AT ONE GUY WHO BULLIED YOU WHEN U WERE AT SCHOOL��

But for real. Here's cut scene Cassandra Clare sent me😱😱😱😱😱😱

"James, Thomas, guys! Barbara's funeral has already begun. Why aren't you there?" Cordelia asked.

"Oh, sorry we were too busy throwing rocks at your brother. Tell Sophie and Gideon we won't be able to come, we have a real problem here. Now, Daisy, join us, people you know for a month. Take this rock, let's throw it together"

- So they forgave all those people in academy who spread rumors, they forgave those parents who STARTED the rumors, they're not actually mad at anyone EXCEPT ALASTAIR 🙃they act like Alastair was the only one who did sth bad.

-They were at the academy for exactly a year. A year spent surrounded by your best friends. It was really hard for me to read about how James was deliberately ignored by other students and laughed at his eyes. At that time, I really hated Alastair, as did many of us. 🤷🏼‍♀️

I think I should add I'm really sorry all of that shit happened to you in school, but I really believe you had worse memories about school days than James or Christopher, since I'm sure you've spent there more then a year.👀

But if you read that story again, you'll find out that that year wasn't A PURE HELL. Here's a quote👇🏻

"Matthew's friendship made other friends creep forward, too. Esme cornered James and told him how sorry she was that Mike was being an idiot."

"Life was much, much better now that he had friends".

- I'm actually surprised that when people try to prove Alastair is evil they use "HE SPREAD RUMORS" instead of "actual one guy died cause of one of Alastairs friends and him"😶Thats why I was mad at him.....

🤔Matthew's sister didn't die cause of Alastair. Alastairs friend died cause of him. 🤔

3) We simply can't mention Matthew when it comes to wHaT eLsE aLaStAiR dId wRonG

Let me make this perfectly clear, once and for all:

👉🏻Even if there were no rumors, Matthew would still have bought that potion and his sister would still have died. 👈🏻

Here's why:

Charlotte is constantly working, Henry is constantly focused on his inventions. In theory, this is not a problem, GOOD FOR THEM✨ But there's a reason why Charles is so private and Matthew doesn't trust parents his feelings and thoughts.

They don't talk🌝

- Charlotte is the first consul and therefore she works even more than necessary to prove that she deserves this position😭 -> Charles is so into politics cause he spent his whole childhood helping mom with sth, Matthew can't talk with her cause barely sees her (it was mentioned in tlh)

- Henry barely leaves his laboratory -> good for science, bad for children. He loves them and will fight for them, but he's not the best dad when it comes to taking care of the kids (Matthew took care of him)

- Therefore any, I'll repeat, ANY other misunderstanding in this family could lead to the same consequences.

Charlotte is too busy to talk about sth properly

+ Henry believes everything is fine

+ Charles spent more time with mom in her office than with brother and that's why he doesn't know shit about Matthew

= Matthew buys that potion.

And Matthew knows about it. He just can't get over what he's done.

4) Therefore I kinda understand Matthews feelings, but what Christopher, Thomas and James problem is I don't know😑

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