#i am a master of making things and never taking pictures of them sorry sorry
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I know I have a history of asking for sketching ideas and never posting them... but I am in need of inspiration, so if you have any suggestions for me to draw, feel free to ask for them, I promise I will post if I end up drawing them 🙏
I also have many other things pending to post, I am working on that as well 😅
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Hoarding Behavior #5
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Warnings: dehumanization
Noct sat behind him, brushing his hair and purring. It was nice. He liked the gentle attention, and his hands were warm and careful.
“Pretty thing,” he murmured, “I should let your hair grow. I could braid it into patterns and weave gold into it.”
River wasn’t sure if he was actually speaking to him, but the compliment made his chest flutter. No one had ever talked about him like that before.
A claw-tipped finger traced over the skin of his shoulder. Master had dressed him in a silken off-the-shoulder shirt, in a beautiful ruby color.
“Your freckles are like bronze,” he sighed. He tilted River’s head with a gentle hand. He studied River, staring into his eyes. A pleased smile graced Master’s face.
“Precious emeralds set in bronze,” he said, “my little gem. So perfect.”
“Thank you, Master.” Noct’s tail swished with happiness. He hummed as he finished brushing his hair.
River knew he was just another object to Noct. And he was okay with it. After all, outside he was just another slave. There wasn’t much of a difference.
After, he watched Master polish the various silver items he had hoarded. Finally, a task he could do.
“Can I help?” Noct looked up from the vase.
“You might get polish on your hands.”
“I can clean them later. Please, Master?” he pleaded. He was just so bored.
“I suppose you may.”
River grabbed a silver cup and began to work it over. They sat together for a while, and River eyed how thorough and careful Master was. He was completely focused on the piece in his hands, almost lovingly polishing the vase.
“Why are you so intrigued by polishing?” asked Master after a few minutes of silence.
“I-” would Noct punish him for complaining? “I need something to do. It’s hard to pass the time.”
“I see.”
“I used to cook and clean the whole day away for my other masters,” explained River, “and here, you don’t need me to.”
Master hummed in acknowledgement. “I have many books you may enjoy. I will allow that.”
“I can’t read.”
“A pity.”
Master sighed. “I clean my own things. I cannot allow you to handle them without me.” Noct finished the vase, standing to put it in its proper place.
“I’m really sorry about the statue,” said River, “I won’t break anything again. I’m more used to the chain, now.” Noct sat down again and picked up a candlestick.
“It is not about the statue. I have already punished you, there is no use lingering on it. It is simple a fact of my nature. I maintain my own hoard, and that is all. Others may not.”
River thought it over. “But I’m doing it right now?”
“I am trying not to think about it,” Master said, tightly. River was pushing his luck.
River set the polished cup aside, moving on to a platter. Master plucked the cup from the nest, eyeing it. It must be satisfactory, because he stood to put it away.
He thought about the bath. Noct still didn’t let him get clean on his own, insisting on washing his hair and body for him. Was that “maintenance” to Master?
“Am I part of your hoard?”
“Of course, my treasure. Have I not made it clear?” Noct shook his head, amused.
“Then… why do I count as ‘other’? Can’t I help?” Master huffed.
“It is hard to explain. I… suppose you may touch and move pieces of my hoard. Organize, perhaps.”
“Like the jewelry you keep meaning to display?” He thought of the rings that got caught in Master’s claws.
“Yes. Like that. A fine idea. Will that keep you busy for now?”
“I guess,” he shrugged.
“Hm. What would help you?” asked Master, “You are mine, so I must know.”
“A clock,” he said immediately. “I never know what time it is in here.”
“Very well.”
“And… some puzzles?” Noct made a sound of curiosity.
“Um, like jigsaw puzzles. They come in a box with hundreds or thousands of pieces and you have to fit them together into a picture.”
“Interesting. Yes, I will get you puzzles. I may take up a collection. I enjoy art, but the curved walls make it difficult to hang paintings. These... puzzle pictures may be a satisfying compromise.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Noct reached out and patted his head affectionately. “You are so pretty and good for me, how could I say no?”
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The clock was just as gorgeous as the rest of Master’s furniture. A beautiful grandfather clock, it rang the hour and half hour with pretty bells and chimes.
Master had acquired ring holders, earring displays, and glass cases. The cases were for his most opulent pieces, like his diamond encrusted necklaces and assortment of actual crowns and tiaras.
River decided he wouldn’t ask where those came from.
Master asked that he sort them by gem and then by metal, and River was glad to do it. It was satisfying in its own way, and the hum of appreciation and murmurs of ‘good boy’ made him blush.
He never got thanked for his work before. Master ruffled his hair when he passed by, and scooped up the finished cases to put them on dedicated shelves.
The gems glittered from across the room, bathing the entire section in tiny rainbows when the lantern light was right. It was so pretty.
And Master had been taking such good care of him. The same kind of loving affection he extended to all of his hoard.
Outside, he was just another slave. In here, he was Master’s precious gem. His treasure. River was his, and that meant something.
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Look at the soul-Part 9 I won’t let go
Series Master list
Song by Rascal Flatts
✨ Panic attack ⚠️ Comfort
I hope you like this! ✨ we’re getting closer, hang in there
“I need some caffeine, are you free to go?” Lee asked stretching her arms above her head while Marianne was finishing her online course.
“Yeah, just let me save this… give me a sec.” Marianne got rid of her glasses and started closing the tabs.
“God I really need a break.”
“Alright, I’m ready.” Marianne sighed thinking like those five minutes would feel like a holiday.
“Guys if you’re going out just be quick, we’re trying to finish early today.” Shane from production asked them.
“Sure thing we’ll just grab a coffee.” Lee replied.
“Why don’t you just get from table they set of food?”
“No offense Shane, but that coffee is shit. Taste like dirty socks.”
Marianne laughed, Lee’s sincerity was always a balm of fresh air.
“Do you want the marshmallow cookies?” She asked Shane in an attempt to distract him from his hurry.
“Please!” He shouted walking in the opposite direction.
“I don’t understand why he likes those so much.” Lee made a face, she had only seen him eating those during rehearsals.
“Don’t want to ask.” Marianne shuddered with a small chuckle.
“Where are you going?” Enda asked, making Cillian turn at them.
“Coffee break.”
“You’ve got a coffee machine right behind your back.” The screenplay writer pointed.
“Have you tried that? It’s awful man.” Finally, Cillian intervened. “I’ll go with you.”
“Fine, just go so we can finish with the rehearsal.” He adviced walking back, he needed to make the new replacement adjust to the rhythm they had reached. One of the girls who played the prostitutes wasn’t able to continue so he called a backup.
As Cillian, Lee and Marianne were walking back to the theater with their drinks, Cillian got tense.
“Would you wait for me?” He asked in a low voice.
“What? Where?” Marianne looked over at Lee, they were both confused.
“There he is! OMG!” Someone shouted.
“Goodness! It’s him!” Another voice said.
“That’s why.” He sighed.
“Cillian! Hi! Can we get an autograph?” One of the girls asked.
“We can’t wait to see the play!” The other one admitted excitedly.
Cillian remained polite, a shy smile on his face while he handed them his cup. “Do you have a pen?”
“Now what? Am I his assistant suddenly?” Lee asked confused holding his drink.
“What should we do? Move away?”
“He asked us to wait with him.” Lee looked into another direction as they watched the girls taking turns to take the picture with him.
Finding each others eyes once more, they didn’t know what to do.
“Do you think they will recognize us like that? After the play starts I mean.” Marianne asked feeling both scared and excited.
“I don’t think so, it’s probably because it’s him.”
“How did they even recognized him with that beanie and glasses?” She looked at both items she was holding now.
“Could you take us all a picture?” One of them asked, Lee immediately lifted up at both hands, showing she was busy. So the girl turned to Marianne with a pleading look, she placed her drink on the fence and asked the group to smile.
Cillian made her a small gesture to hurry up as they wanted different angles and shoots, so Marianne apologized and mentioned they were running late for rehearsal, but waved at the girls and said she hoped they’d get the chance to see the play.
“Great, now I’m the bloody assistant and you’re the photographer.” Lee murmured.
“Bye Cillian!” The girls exchanged looks and started jumping as they walked away.
“Why is that you never took a photo with me?” Lee asked frowning. “I don’t know which one is yours by the way.” She pointed at both cups.
“You’re a terrible assistant.” Marianne teased, making Cillian laugh.
“That’s because I’m not, and you’re not a photographer.” She said sticking out her tongue.
“Sorry about that.” Cillian apologized for the third time, taking a seat at the last row. Marianne copied him.
“I think this is yours.” Marianne exchanged the coffee cups for them.
“Look up here.” Lee called them holding the camera at eye level. She was standing between the row in front of them.
Marianne crossed her legs and smiled, Cillian adjusted in his seat and passed his am behind her shoulders. Lee focused them and counted to three to take their photo.
“Now it’s my turn.” She did a gracious move to cross to the last line of seats.
Marianne captured the shoot and gave Lee back her phone while Cillian moved towards the stage to check something with Enda.
“Hey! No, he closed his eyes…” Lee complained.
Marianne was mortified, she knew Cillian didn’t like to get asked to pose for photos and he had already done a few for the fans that recognized him earlier, so she tried to comfort her friend. “There will be another chance, we still have a long road ahead.”
“And he hugged you.” Lee made a face and turned around to lift her arm and hold the camera for a selfie.
“Look at the bright side, he was smiling.”
“What’s your Instagram?”
Marianne shuddered. “I closed it before arriving to Ireland.”
“Why?” Lee couldn’t believe she didn’t have an account.
“I got tired of some people.” She explained looking away, it had been for the best. For her at least. It was hard at first to not being able to be in constant communication with some close friends though.
Just as Lee was about to ask more about it, they were both called to start the rehearsal.
“#Mariannewithnoinsta #EndasPlay #lookatthesoul #KillianMurphy” Lee read out loud while typing.
“It’s with C.” Marianne corrected over her shoulder as she looked at the collage Lee made with candid photos behind the scenes, the stage and the photo she took of Cillian and her.
“Are you sure? I thought it was with a K.”
“Trust me I’ve seen him roll his eyes when someone makes a mistake or mispronounce his name.” Marianne chuckled.
“But it would sound like Sillian.” Lee replied.
“I swear it’s with C.”
“Just ask him.” She requested Marianne, pointing at the man they were talking about.
“Me? No, why?”
“Because he’s very comfortable around you! You make him laugh.”
Marianne looked at her friend with a panic expression as Lee waived Cillian over.
“You have a sec? Marianne has a question.” Lee showed him a huge grin while Marianne turned into an evident blush that covered even her neck.
Placing his hands on his hips, he looked over at Marianne, waiting.
“For the poster you asked me to sign, she thinks it’s with K, but I was telling her it’s with C, right?” She had to think of some kind of excuse to ask him.
Cillian nodded energetically with a soft smile.
“Can we start already?” Enda pleaded patting Cillian on the back.
As they took their respective spots on stage, Cillian went to the cabin to take his place from one of the sounds booths to read his lines as the narrator.
Watching the rehearsal from afar was a completely different thing, seeing the lights, the costumes… this was magical. He couldn’t wait for the play to start and see the theater filled with the audience.
Rolling his shoulders, he started narrating the opening lines, a small summary of Adria. “…but I warn you, once she stares into your eyes, there’s no turning back.”
The next thing he knew is the lights went on and the curtain was up.
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“You have to look at this!” Lee stormed into Marianne’s dressing room without knocking.
Luckily she was closing her backpack. “What happened?”
“I got a bunch of followers, people I don’t know asking me where did I see Cillian and asking who are you.”
“Oh Lee, goodness.”
“I know!”
“It’s your account, but I wouldn’t answer anything.” Marianne suggested.
Lee scrolled down. “They won’t stop writing anyways.” She showed her one of the comments.
“Guess the news of the play is being sprayed around, tomorrow we’ve an interview scheduled.” Marianne trailed off as they walked out of the theater to head home, Lee and Heidi weren’t able to have their traditional Thursday Tacos Night, so they’d get together on Friday instead. “And what if there are more girls now that they know Cillian is working on the play.”
“Oh shut… I don’t know, once I get home, I’ll make my account private.”
As they arrived to the point where each got into a different direction, Lee’s phone got several notifications.
Looking at the screen, she groaned and showed Marianne.
“Miss Popular.” She joked.
“Stop it.” Lee rolled her eyes.
“Oh you love it!”
Lee stopped walking and mimicked an annoying voice to read the message she got. “I don’t understand why do they have to bother him when he’s out and about, it pisses me off.”
“That’s bold, they want to know more about him but don’t you dare to ask for a picture? He agreed and with a smile.” Marianne defended. “But look at this reply, he looks happy and smiling, wonder what they said to make him laugh. Lucky gals.”
“Blocked.” Lee pressed the red button.
“They only asked us to not post anything about the script or the play itself… you aren’t breaking any rules, basically. Just let it go, don’t pay attention to someone you don’t even know.” Marianne gave Lee a comforting hug.
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Marianne felt like she was living an adrenaline rush constantly, running from one place to another, studying between rehearsals, working on her free time to get the numbers for Cillian right.
But in reality everything was alright because every little thing she was doing, it was because she truly loved it.
So she was rushing from the bus to enter the hotel lobby she was instructed where the interview for a local magazine would take place.
The photographer and interviewer adjusted to her schedule without a trouble.
But when she looked at Heidi, she knew something wasn’t going according to plan.
“Hi.” She greeted everyone with a shy smile.
“The make up artist and hair stylist we hired had something come up.” She informed her with a heavy sigh, she was trying to find another date to reschedule.
Looking over at Enda his arms were folded against his chest, Cillian was standing next to him, if he was annoyed, it didn’t show.
“I called Michelle and Isa they can’t come since we wouldn’t have rehearsal today, they took the day off.”
“I can do my own make up and hair.” Marianne proposed.
“We need a professional.” The woman in charge of the interview stated.
“Well, I’m not a pro, but I’ve done it before and I’ve seen how they do it for the play,” ignoring the woman in charge, she looked at Enda, “do you have time enough to reschedule?”
The screenplay writer removed his glasses and shook his head. “No, time is tight.”
“Alright, let’s do this.” Heidi proposed.
Luckily, Marianne had everything she might need in her backpack, she had been using some of her personal things for the play since her skin was so sensitive and reacted badly to some new products.
So quickly she got hands on and started working on her hair, Heidi was helping her to divide it and hold the tools.
Meanwhile, outside of the bathroom, Enda scratched his head.
“Saved by the leading role, this woman is a bombshell.” Looking at Cillian he added; “She does everything she proposes, it doesn’t matter the size of the challenge, you’ll never see her with a bad attitude.”
“We opened the Pandora’s box.” Cillian replied with a nod.
“Would it be weird if I say I’m a bit crazy in love with her?”
Cillian understood Enda’s statement. Unlike the interviewer.
“I’m sorry, what?” He looked at them confused.
“Laborally.” Interjected Cillian before he could get any wrong ideas. “It’s something we’ve talked before, she’s the most dedicated person of this play, whenever we face a problem, she finds a solution, it’s a joy in every possible way to work with Marianne.”
“Can I use that as the header for my note?” Asked the man.
“As long as you don’t twist it.” Enda looked in the direction of the bathroom.
There were no words he could find to fully express his feelings, this play was so important to him, the story was so close to his heart, and it was a dream that he was about to see it become true. On stage, every night with the lines and characters he knew by heart.
He had been waiting his whole life for this moment.
Taking a look at her reflection in the mirror, Marianne’s breath got caught in her throat as she stepped out of the bathroom, there was a huge light, a couch, three cameras and a microphone.
Cillian must’ve sensed the panic in her eyes, because he left what he was doing and walked towards her.
What if she messed up? What if she said something out of place? She’d embarrass Cillian and Enda.
You think you're lost
She had never done something like this, she didn’t know anything about the media…
Everything changed in a matter of seconds, the walls started closing around her, her chest felt tight, her breathing was erratic. The room was spinning.
“Take a deep breath.” Then a pair of hands grabbed her by the shoulders and gently helped her to sit down. “Look at me.” Said a soft voice.
But you're not lost on your own
That’s when she realized Cillian was talking to her in a soothing tone.
You're not alone
“There it is, everything is alright, take a deep breath.”
After mirroring his breathing, she tried to get up, but Cillian placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her.
I will stand by you
I will help you through
“I need my inhaler.” She stammered pointing at her backpack.
Cillian gave her a double look, to make sure he had listened correctly, but he passed her bag. As she was trying to empty its contents, he gave her a long, worried look.
“Let me help you.” He proposed with such patience that made her feel embarrassed, she was used to do everything on her own. In record time he found the box in one of the pockets and gave it to her.
After shaking it for an instant, Marianne exhaled and placed it in her mouth, after pressing down the canister, she took a deep breath to take the medicine in.
“Better?” He asked concern written all over his face, she nodded. “Have you been through this before?”
“Sometimes… it’s usually under control.”
Trying to process what just happened, he debated whether to call for help or not. “What happened?”
“I-I had a crisis… an asthma attack. After watching all the lights and cameras I panicked.” She tried to explain and calm herself. “I can’t do this.” Marianne’s voice broke down just as her hands were shaking.
Cillian took both between his and gave her a gentle squeeze.
“Of course you can, don’t let this distract you, this is just something that’s part of the job, but this,” he lifted the inhaler to her eye-level, “this is very important, more than anything else.”
“I’m fine, I’m just… I got overwhelmed, got so brave to do the styling by myself when they said the glam team couldn’t make it, I don’t want to disappoint you and Enda.”
Cillian crouched down one more time in front of her. “Hey you could never, ever disappoint us, you just prove us every time that you were the right choice to do this… but I don’t want it to be a trouble for your health.”
Marianne shook her head. “I’m fine really, I just can’t let this control me.”
“How bad is it? Really”
“I’ve had it for like a year and a half, they’ve been trying different steroids every six months, so it could be the cause for the change or it can be other factors.” She trailed off, not wanting to get into that.
“Like what? I need to know so I can help you.” He got really scared.
“Stress.” Marianne confessed looking away from those piercing blue eyes.
“Is it because of the play or the interview?” Cillian asked gently, studying her features.
“I really don’t want to mess this up, what if I say something stupid? What if I don’t understand his accent?”
That made him crack a small smile. “You’ve nothing to worry about. Just let Adria handle this, yeah?” He relaxed when he saw her thinking about it. “Let her do the job, let her handle that reporter and the photographer the way she knows best and you’ll be fine.”
“We’re ready.” Heidi interrupted them, asking right away if she was alright.
“Just a little peep talk.” Cillian gave her a wink and made sure Marianne was fine. “I’ll give you ladies a minute.”
As they started taking pictures of Enda and Cillian, the interviewer asked: “so can you elaborate a bit more about the laborally romance you mentioned?”
“Well you just saw it, she came in and made the character hers from the first lines.” Enda explained, his smile growing bigger as Marianne was at his eyesight.
She mouthed a thank you to Cillian, feeling much better thanks to him.
“She dusted it off and brought it to life so beautifully.” Cillian completed. “You didn’t know this, but she even got completely hands on, she helped to paint some of the items we use in the scenography.”
Marianne smiled remembering the shock in their faces when they found her backstage covered in paint.
“Can we get a shot by the window?” The photographer asked. After a few shoots, they asked the trio to move towards the couch, Marianne standing in the back, while Cillian and Enda sat, leaving her in the middle.
“What it’s like to collaborate once more for you? You’ve been good pals for ages.”
Enda looked at Cillian. “That’s easy, I eat because of him, he makes my plays go full.”
They all erupted in laughs by Enda’s words.
“There’s a magic hidden between the lines, and I say this all the time it’s like a magnet to captivate you from the opening line, he keeps you on the edge of the seat.”
“Can I see a smile? That’s it.”
“That’s for you.” Enda elbowed Cillian, making them laugh.
“Marianne can you tell us how has this process been for you? We know this is your first play.”
She gave him a seductive smile, his mouth went dry.
Cillian looked at her.
“It’s been a roller coaster, but I fell in love with the character and I’ve been blessed enough to learn from the very best mentors.” This was a mix between Adria and Marianne, and the combination was lethal.
���Can we take a look at the script?”
“No, sorry you’ll have to wait until the play starts.”
They posed again and laughed and answered more questions, nothing too revealing about the play though.
“Last but not least, they mentioned earlier they’re both laborally in love with you. How do you feel about this?”
The question made her snap out of character and she blushed immediately.
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Part 10
Thank you for reading!! So, the cat is out of the bag, she finally opened up to him about what she’s been through, so the level of trust they’ve been building is growing… what do you think will happen next? 🥰
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THE CABIN IN THE WOODS.
[ 2 / 2 ] roleplay sentence starters of the 2011 film.
feel free to edit according to scenario / pronouns.
tw: violence, drugs, death, murder, horror, manipulation.
there's always next year.
they're like something from a nightmare.
no. they're something nightmares are from.
you get used to it.
should you?
a couple more minutes, who knows what might've happened?
dude, be thankful. those things are terrifying. and the cleanup on them is a nightmare.
yeah, well, they may be zombified, pain-worshipping, backwoods idiots, but they're our zombified, pain-worshipping, backwoods idiots.
i'd just like to see them fall on their asses, for once.
there's too much riding on this.
come on, like you wouldn't want a piece of that.
can we not talk about people in pieces any more tonight?
are you feeling lonely, [ name ]?
i never did buy that ring.
i have a theory about all this.
[ name ], do you wanna go lie down?
don't push me around.
you seriously believe nothing weird is going on?
[ name ]'s just drunk.
you're not seeing what you don't wanna see.
pop-tarts? did you say you have pop-tarts?
[ name ], i love you, but you're really high.
we are not who we are.
i'm gonna go read a book with pictures.
you speak latin?
weird how it all comes back.
well, it's a weird kind of night.
i'm sorry about tonight.
what are you running away for?
did i get a little beer on your shirt? i guess it'll have to come off, huh?
your basic human needs disgust me.
it's so dark. take me inside?
show us the goods.
you understand what's at stake, here?
[ name ], man, you gotta wake up. your shit is topsy-turvy.
i'm gonna go for a walk.
okay. i swear to fucking god, somebody is talking. or i'm pretty sure someone is.
what are you saying?
what do you want?
you think i'm a puppet, huh?
you think i'm a puppet. gonna do a little fucking puppet dance!
i'm the boss of my own brain, so give it up.
i thought there'd be stars.
we are abandoned.
jesus, what happened?
where are you hurt?
we've gotta get out of here.
i'm not leaving here without [ name ].
what is that thing?
we gotta lock this place down.
no matter what happens, we have to stay together.
watch the master work.
we should split up.
i'm on a reality tv show.
my parents are gonna think i'm such a burnout.
help me! help me!
this is where he killed them.
this is where he kills us.
let's just check the walls, okay?
you like pain? how's that work for you?
remember when you could just throw a girl in a volcano?
how old do you think i am?
the evil is defeated!
fuck you! fuck you! fuck you!
any word from downstairs?
you guys are humanity's last hope.
we're dark on the whole sector.
what the fuck do you think i'm doing?
look out! get out of the way! make a hole!
[ name ], what is going on?
we can't go back.
there's no way across.
what're we gonna do? jump?
i'll get help.
i'm coming back with cops and choppers.
he hit something.
[ name ] was right.
there's gotta be another road.
you're missing the point.
please, do not go nuts on me, okay, [ name ]? you're all i've got, now.
you're celebrating?
how can the ritual be complete?
it's so strange.
i'm actually rooting for this girl.
tequila is my lady! my lady!
you knuckleheads.
i'm just giving you a hard time.
turn the fucking music off.
that's impossible. everything was done within the guidelines.
[ name ], come on.
what is this place?
i had to dismember that guy with a trowel.
somebody sent those dead fucks up here to get us.
do we wanna go down?
where else are we gonna go?
they made us choose. they made us choose how we die.
take him out first.
how does that help us right now?
good work, zombie arm.
this should've gone differently.
i can only imagine your pain and confusion.
what's happening to you is part of something bigger.
you've seen horrible things. an army of nightmare creatures, but they are nothing compared to what came before.
this is part of a ritual.
they don't just want to see us killed. they want to see us punished.
we work with what we have.
the sun is coming up in eight minutes. if you live to see it, the world will end.
you can die with them … or you can die for them.
you have to be strong.
you feeling strong?
i'm so sorry i almost shot you.
i'm sorry i let you get attacked by a werewolf and then ended the world.
giant evil gods. i wish i could've seen them.
that would have been a fun weekend.
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uh..hi, I see you are accepting requests; Bruce wayne (battinson) with a gothic s/o? I leave everything to your discretion ( I'm a little new here on tumblr and this is my first request so sorry if I did something wrong,sorry :(
❝bruce wayne with a gothic s/o❞
pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader.
cw: mentions of/use of blood.
words: 1.1k.
a/n: you're perfectly fine!! dw bub. also, I hope my representation of the goth community is adequate. I am a fan of the music but am still very much a baby bat ;-;
for all intents and purposes, bruce IS a goth
but to be honest, he isn't really in the culture
he definitely went through a modest phase as a teenager but because of the public eye, he probably wasn't allowed to lean into it in regard to looks
but music has always been a way for him to express himself
and come on, the guy lives in goth-am. the archetypes write themselves
I could see him having a steady rotation of grunge rock, alternative, and goth rock on his playlists
alfred has never really understood the ominous choirs or the skull-shaking bass but “go off, master bruce” as he would say
he would not say that
and let’s face it, take bruce to a goth club or something and no one will be able to tell that he’s not familiar
in the event that bruce ends up with a gothic s/o, I think he would be quietly fascinated over you
you would catch him watching as you put together outfits, do your hair or makeup, etc. with this slightly unnerving stare that you’re unfortunately used to, but the difference between bruce’s stare and others’ is that you can tell he’s fascinated
whenever he finds something that appeals to him, he tends to get a little lost watching it
it’s really endearing when you happen to catch him doing it to you all the time ;-;
asking him what he’s thinking about when he looks at you usually helps get him out of the trance
he sometimes asks if you can try looks on him that he otherwise wouldn’t do himself
he doesn’t really like to do this, but he does have to keep up the image of a squeaky clean ceo that definitely doesn’t dress up as a giant bat every night, so whatever you do to him has to come off in one hot shower
the first time you ever took a tub of gel to his hair and drew on some elaborate eyeliner and eyeshadow, he’d stared at the mirror as if he was trapped inside someone else’s body
he was used to caking black paint on his eyes in a messy, undone up way of course, so he’d never looked this… deliberately pretty
he really couldn’t begin to consider wearing looks like this out with you because, again, squeaky clean ceo
but you’ve gotten plenty of pictures of him in the privacy of wayne tower to make up for it
but wouldn’t he just look darling in a corporate goth getup? ;-;
he would. because that’s literally his fashion style right now
as for music, I mentioned in my headcanons for bruce making you a playlist that he absolutely loves taking recommendations from you and playing them in the batcave at a deafening volume
it’s his love language: including bits of you into his routine
now I said that he’s not able to dress up with you when you go out, but that doesn’t by any means mean that he feels you shouldn’t either
bruce is a secretive, possessive lover anyway. it’s very rare you two are spotted together outside of the tower, especially in his early days as batman
when he starts getting back into the swing of being Bruce Wayne, there are plenty of public events that he’s asked to attend
of which he usually just goes to by himself
but once you two have been together long enough, I think bruce would start asking if you’d be okay being his date to things
like he knows that some of this stuff isn’t your cup of tea, and he knows better than any one that gotham high society is brutal to anyone who doesn’t “fit in”, so he would never want to put you into a position where you felt uncomfortable or ostracized
but he also genuinely is proud to have you by his side, and he’s a little tired of bringing alfred as his date to things LMAO
he makes it painstakingly clear that you’re free to be yourself. he doesn’t want you to put on some facade just to appeal to people that bruce doesn’t actually care about
if you want to go all out at galas, he’s all for it
hell, he’ll even don a few accessories (your choice) to match you
speaking of
I know that not every goth is into this BUT I am
if you and bruce were to get even more serious (or married!), I think that he would be interested in exchanging blood jewelry with you
it’d come up one night as you’re patching him up, pressing a cloth to a cut in his cheek that he got on patrol
he’d be a bit unsure about how to go about asking you since he has no idea if it’d freak you out
but he proposes it carefully, “I’ve seen these... rings. unique rings. I thought about getting us a pair”
when you ask for further explanation, he tells you about artisans who take your blood and fashion them into beautiful bands of silver
they’re minimalist, subtle, and mean something
“I’d like to carry you with me, in a way. what do you think?”
if you’re down, he is excited to get the actual rings done
he has alfred draw the blood for both of you, sending it off to get made, and when the rings come back he immediately finds you to try them on
your matching rings are stunning, a trick of the light that makes others think they’re made of garnet or stained, tempered glass
and if anyone asks, that’s what he might say
it’s your little secret ^^
ALSO
YOU CAN’T STOP ME
if you happen to show him the crow (1994), he is super gonna wanna dress up as eric for halloween with you
I’m talking full face of white paint and black eyeliner/lipstick, tight leather pants, ripped muscle shirt, the WORKS
like, LOOK at the material
you cannot tell me bruce wouldn’t be made for this look
it’d be a few steps out of his comfort zone with the elaborate makeup and the tight-fitting clothing, but I think he’d do it just to have you compliment him
god forbid you tell him that the look suits him and he should wear it more often
I said bruce has to play the role of the squeaky clean ceo but he loves you, public image be damned
I would give anything to be a citizen of gotham experiencing eric!bruce
I would be the biggest pick me ever, I’m sorry dear reader
but all jokes aside, I think bruce would really enjoy having a gothic s/o! he would think ur really cool and hot wear your blood as a priceless accessory (if you’re down) <3
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Finally, more of Ahsoka! I kind of adore her. Remember, Mech has been through some heavy shit, and she hasn't processed a lot of it. Also, this is a gentle reminder that although she calls Peli sister, it is not necessarily a biological relation. I actually picture Mech as not being a blood sibling.
Warnings: Grief, mention of past harm, real talk about trauma (in no detail), brief crying jag, Grogu being cute.
Word count: 2.6k
The sky was slowly darkening as you and Mando waited for the child and Ahsoka to finish speaking. You sat on a tree stump, watching Ahsoka's expressions change as they talked.
At least. It looked like they were communicating, somehow. Even though you never saw Ahsoka's lips move. But the child was clearly reacting to her, ears moving, hands waving around sometimes.
And Mando was every inch the worried parent, stalking back and forth across a small stretch of ground, helmet constantly focused on the two and their little circle of light. He took a few steps, paused, and then turned and went back, repeating the cycle. But the set of his shoulders wasn't tense, wasn't angry.
That relaxed you more than it should have.
"My dad taught me how to fix speeders."
Mando stopped and looked over at you, and you went warm with embarrassment. But you forged on.
"Both of us, you know. He was good. Taught us mechanic's power words, too." You smiled, digging the toe of your boot into the dirt and dragging it around. "We just had to promise not to use them around our mom. I remember the one time Peli forgot that." You grinned, unable to hold back a little laugh at the memory. "Peli complained for a week that everything tasted like sonic cleaner."
There was a soft laugh from under the helmet, and Mando drifted a step closer to you. "So you followed your father's footsteps."
"I was good at it. I mean, I am good at it." You shrugged. "I can do numbers alright when I need to, but not enough to run a business or anything. Peli got that hanger and I helped her for a while, until…" you trailed off, lifting your gaze to Ahsoka. She smiled gently at something, dipping her head just a little. "Well, until things changed, I suppose." You hopped off the tree stump, ashamed of your unasked for outburst now, and shook out your hands. "I'm sorry, that was–"
"Don't." The word was quiet but forceful, and you froze. "Don't apologize. Not for that."
You relaxed again, smiling a little down at your feet. He was kinder than you could have ever guessed. Gruff, yes, but kind.
Both of you snapped to attention as Ahsoka stood, picking up the light and the child both before walking over towards you. Mando moved first, walking towards them. He was tense again, but more worried than anything. Ahsoka set the child down and then sat herself. You snuck over, taking a seat a little out of the way, listening to the child make an odd noise, almost like a rumble.
"Is he speaking?" Mando asked. "Do you… understand him?"
"In a way. Grogu and I can feel each others' thoughts."
Grogu? You blinked, lips parting in surprise.
"Grogu?" Mando asked, confused even through the modulator.
The child immediately looked up at him, blinking huge eyes, ears wiggling just a little.
"Yes," Ahsoka confirmed, calm and collected. As if this were normal for her. "That's his name."
Mando shifted his weight, leaning ever so slightly closer to the child. "Grogu."
Again, the child immediately looked up at him with a wordless noise of acknowledgement.
"He was raised at the Jedi temple at Coruscant," Ahsoka said, looking down at her lantern. "Many Masters trained him over the years. At the end of the Clone Wars, when the Empire rose to power, he was hidden. Someone took him from the temple." Ahsoka looked up as Mando sat, focused entirely on Ahsoka.
Not that you were any better. Your heart was aching for the child, for Grogu.
"Then his memory becomes… dark. He seemed lost. Alone." Ahsoka paused, letting that sink in. "I've only known one other being like this. A wise Jedi Master named Yoda." Grogu chirped and grunted at her, and Ahsoka smiled. The serenity and joy in that smile struck you, made you swallow hard. Then she turned her gaze to Mando again. "Can he still wield the Force?"
"You mean his powers?"
"The Force is what gives him his powers," Ahsoka explained patiently. "It is an energy field created by all living things. To wield it takes a great deal of training. And discipline."
Training the kid–Grogu–had received at the Jedi Temple. You wondered how much of it he remembered. How much he still knew.
"I've seen him do things I can't explain," Mando told her, a little halting. But there was no fear in his voice. "My task was to bring him to a Jedi."
Ahsoka looked down, away from him. "The Jedi Order fell a long time ago."
"So did the Empire, yet it still hunts him. He needs your help."
There was a long silence, and Ahsoka sighed. Grogu hummed and murmured at her, eyes closed.
"Let him sleep," Ahsoka decided finally. "I'll test him in the morning."
Mando nodded and stood, picking up Grogu carefully. Then he paused and looked at you.
"I'll be right there," you told him, nodding once. "Not tired yet." Your smile was weak but you tried. That had to count for something.
Mando nodded and strode away to find a good place to hunker down for the night, pulse rifle in one hand and Grogu cradled in the other.
"How long have you been traveling with them?" Ahsoka asked you gently.
You turned back to her to find her already watching you. "Oh, not that long," you murmured, looking down at your fingers, twisting around each other in your lap.
She nodded once and looked at the lantern again, letting the quiet settle over the two of you. But it wasn't… uncomfortable. Actually, it felt restful, almost relaxing. You closed your eyes briefly, drawing in a deep breath.
"Can I… ask you something?" You glanced shyly at Ahsoka, chewing on your lips.
"You can." She smiled at you, soft and encouraging.
"How are you so… calm? About all of this." You waved a vague hand in the direction of Mando and Grogu.
Her smile widened. "Practice," she answered easily. "Meditation."
You blinked at her, head tilting a little to one side. "Really?"
She nodded. "I find that meditation helps to calm and center my mind," she agreed, shifting her weight and turning slightly to face you. "It can be a useful tool."
You nodded slowly, mulling over her words. "Is it hard?"
A slow shift of her shoulders that might have been a shrug. "It can be. Some find it more difficult than others." She met your gaze, holding you still and quiet for several moments. "Would you like to learn?"
You frowned and shrugged. "I don't know." You looked away for a moment, chewing the corner of your lips, and then forced yourself to look back at her. "I just envy your calm. I wish I was… more like that."
She breathed slowly, letting your words sink in. It wasn't as hard as you had feared, admitting that. Something about her manner just put you at ease, despite how vicious she could clearly be, when the occasion called for it. "It is not an easy path," she warned you. "The kind of calm you're looking for requires accepting what has already happened." Far too knowing eyes held yours.
You blinked, tears welling up, and you sucked in a sharp breath. "Oh."
She turned the rest of the way towards you, still relaxed and open. "Give yourself time," she murmured. "Be gentle with yourself. You're still recovering."
"Are you… reading my mind?" You blinked at her again, swallowing hard against the lump attempting to lodge itself in your throat.
"No." She smiled at you, moving one hand from under her poncho to reach out, palm up. An offering. One you took slowly, placing your hand in hers. "I wouldn't do that without permission, not when I can help it. But I've met many people in this galaxy. There is a certain… look. Feel. To people who have survived horrific things."
You closed your eyes, feeling the first tear escape to slide hot down your cheek. "I didn't… there are so many that have had worse," you whispered, fighting to keep your voice even. "I'm here, I got away. I have a job."
"The suffering of others does not negate your own," Ahsoka said softly, fingers strong around your hand. "You are allowed to grieve for yourself."
You gasped in a breath and hunched over yourself, free hand over your mouth to muffle yourself, eyes tightly shut. Ahsoka held tight to your hand and didn't let go the entire time you sat there, curled around your aching heart.
Finally, your breathing slowed and you straightened. You wiped your face with the hem of your top, beyond caring. "I'm sorry," you started, looking at her.
But Ahsoka shook her head, smile faint but kind, old pain in her eyes. "There is no need to apologize," she assured you. "You needed that."
A croaky laugh surprised you, and you nodded your agreement. "Guess I did." You squeezed her hand. "Thank you."
She merely inclined her head, graceful and humble. "You should get some sleep," she advised.
You nodded and let go of her hand with one final squeeze. "Sleep well."
It wasn't hard to find Mando and the kid. Grogu was snoring, quiet but still audible. You sat down a few feet from them, breathing out a long slow sigh.
"Are… you okay?"
The question startled you, and you blinked at Mando. It was difficult to see, the light from the moon diffusing and growing weak through the smog in the air. You could just see the gleam of his helmet.
"Yes," you said after a moment. "I mean, I will be. We… talked. It's okay, she didn't do anything. She just… told me something I needed to hear." You wiped at your face again, trying to get rid of any lingering tear tracks.
Mando nodded once slowly and relaxed again, tipping his head down towards his chest. "Get some sleep," he muttered, gruff but not unkind.
"You, too." You whispered the words carefully. But he didn't move, didn't acknowledge you. That was fine. You closed your eyes and relaxed as much as you could, wrapping your arms around yourself.
Your sleep that night was mercifully dreamless.
You woke to giggling and gentle hands on your cheeks. You blinked a couple times, weak morning sunlight streaming through the dead trees and smog.
The child–Grogu–was on your lap, both hands against your cheeks, squishing them slightly as he peered up at you.
"Good morning, little one," you whispered, lifting one hand to his back. "Did you sleep well?"
He burbled at you, patting your cheeks twice.
"Hmm, sounds like a good night," you agreed, despite having no clue what he had said. "Are you hungry, Grogu?"
He chirped excitedly, ears wiggling, and you smiled, despite his fingers still smooshing your cheeks.
"Okay," you agreed. "Lemme get you some food."
Finally looking past Grogu as you fished a packet of jerky out of your pocket, you noted Mando still looked asleep. At least, he hadn't moved, helmet still tipped down, arms still crossed over his chest.
He looked almost peaceful.
Grogu sat down with his back against your front, eating his breakfast with enthusiasm. You chuckled softly, stroking one long ear gently.
"Kid?" Mando sat up straight and then relaxed almost immediately.
"He's fine," you murmured. "Just hungry."
Mando nodded, settling back against the log behind him.
Ahsoka walked over to the two of you, as calm as the day before. She smiled slightly at you and then looked at Grogu. "It's time."
The group of you stood, Mando carrying Grogu, and walked a ways away. The air grew a little clearer, and you could hear moving water somewhere in the distance.
You had to imagine this planet had once been beautiful.
Ahsoka stopped, turning to look at Mando and Grogu. "Let's see what knowledge is lurking inside that little mind."
You moved away, content to watch. You didn't need to be involved in this. You didn't have a right to be involved in this, not really. The only reason you were still here was because Mando didn't have time to escort you back to the ship.
The test started small, although you felt your eyes go wide watching Ahsoka float a rock to Grogu. He seemed stubborn, though. Unwilling to do the same when prompted. And then unwilling to take the stone from Ahsoka. Or Mando.
Then Mando pulled out the shiny little bauble. From the ship. You'd seen Grogu with it before, knew it was a favored toy, or something.
But you were still surprised when the ball flew from Mando's fingers to Grogu's.
"Good job! Good job, kid. Did you see that? I knew you could do it." Mando walked over to crouch in front of the kid, every inch a proud parent.
Ahsoka looked less pleased. "He's formed a strong attachment to you," she observed, standing still where she was. Soft coos reached your ears, and you couldn't help but smile. "I cannot train him."
"What?" Mando stood and turned to look at Ahsoka. "Why not? You've seen what he can do!"
"His attachment to you makes him vulnerable to his fears. His angers."
"All the more reason to train him," Mando argued.
"No." There was a waver to Ahsoka's voice for the first time, and she stepped closer to Mando. "I've seen what those feelings can do to a fully trained Jedi Knight. To the best of us." Ahsoka paused there, staring down Mando for a few moments before looking to Grogu. "I will not start this child down that path. Better to let his abilities fade." She turned and started to walk away. "I have delayed too long. I must get back to the village."
"The Magistrate sent me to kill you," Mando said, loud enough for her to hear clearly. The child whined, and you couldn't resist going over to scoop him up into your arms. You stroked your fingers down the length of one long ear, though the child didn't look away from Mando. "I didn't agree to anything," Mando continued as Ahsoka turned back to look at him. "And I'll help you with your problem. If you see to it that Grogu is properly trained."
Grogu grunted at both of them, looking between them. You swallowed, nerves settling in your gut as you held the center of attention.
Fortunately, the standoff didn't last long. Ahsoka walked back to Mando and motioned for him to walk with her.
You ended up behind the two, honestly not paying attention to what they were saying.
"Well, kiddo," you murmured. "Guess you're not just good looks, huh?"
He laughed, high and sweet, and you felt yourself relax at the sound. You smiled.
The two up ahead stopped, and you reached them in time to hear the end of a conversation.
"...helped build the Imperial starfleet. She plundered worlds, destroying them in the process."
"Looks like she's still in business," Mando observed, leaning against one of the dead trees.
Ahsoka nodded and turned back to look at him, and you. "When you were in the city, did you see any prisoners?"
You nodded, lowering your gaze. You would never forget the sight of them for as long as you lived.
"I saw three villagers strung up just outside the inner gate," Mando confirmed.
"We must find a way to free them," Ahsoka mused.
You smiled down at the top of the kid's head. Good. That was good. You had been planning to ask Mando again before he left, but this was even better.
"A Mandalorian and a Jedi? They'll never see it coming." Mando straightened, rising to his full and impressive height.
But you didn't feel frightened. Or intimidated, even. Just… safe.
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hi bianca!! i have a request if that’s okay!!
so i work in an elementary school, and some days are better than others. can i request a little blurb where reader comes home after a bad day and is crying and loki comforts her and says he’ll make anyone who mad you cry and you’re like honey they’re six year olds and he’s like. oh. well then they’re cute. what am i supposed to do? 😭 idk i just love the idea of loki and kids bc i know he would secretly actually like them
I hope I made justice to your request, it is absolutely adorable and I can totally imagine something like this happening
tiny little mortals
summary | A bad day with Loki's antics was always a surprise.
pairing | Loki x Reader
warnings | fluff, Loki being funny AND adorable
word count | 558
author’s note | sorry if my writing isn’t that good, I’m trying to get back on track so be kind lovies :)
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There were days where your kids made you smile and laugh and jump around the place. You’d be taking care of them and someone would’ve come near you with flowers as a cute gift and they would say adorable things and be adorable children.
Just perfect.
But on other days everything seemed to be off. The kids were being… Well, they were behaving like kids. Crying because you wouldn’t let them put themselves in danger, because you called them out, the whole package. And a bonus was that when they were unhappy you couldn’t be much happier either, and their parents were just as upset.
In a few words this whole combination left you crying in the living room of your apartment, not even realizing Loki got home.
“I swear, my love, I’ll make them regret it.” You hear his stone cold voice behind you. “Anyone who makes such a beautiful thing like you cry should not be living and...”
“Love, they’re six years old.” You cut through his monologue, a half smile made its way to your face with how shocked he was to hear it.
“Oh my.” He looked quite embarrassed, you never thought you’d see him almost regret a death threat. “Well, if they are small humans… it might complicate things a bit.”
“Just a bit, right?” You nodded towards the picture you had up on the rack, a gift from some of the kids with a picture you took during one of those special days they had.
“They’re cute. Too cute!” He looked more closely at the picture. “What am I supposed to do now? What can I do to some tiny little mortals?!”
“I don’t know, honey.” You dried some of the tears with the back of your hand. “Just please don’t follow on with the murder plan. I’d be a little happier if they’re there tomorrow when I get to work.”
Loki sat by your side on the couch, his arms around your shoulders to give you some support while you could almost see the engines in his brain working to solve your problem in a way he wouldn’t hurt the “tiny little mortals”.
“I have a plan.” He suddenly announced. “And I believe you’ll approve of it.”
You stared at him, suspicious of his intentions. The only relief was that you knew he wouldn’t hurt a kid, even if he also would do anything to assure your well being.
“Tomorrow I will pick you up at work and them we can go to that cafe you love so much…”
“And…?” You could see there was way more into his words, Loki was just a master at stalling you.
“...before that I’ll have a little chat with these little ones there.”
“Loki…”
“Like I even need permission.” He scoffed, clearly offended at your lack of faith in his abilities of staying off the radar of the people in charge.
“Do whatever you want honey.” You gave up, leaning against him to emphasize your words. “I just don’t want kids crying or parents coming in for my head.”
“Trust me, my love. Everything will get better.” He winked and you just knew he was telling you the truth.
And if you had seen the careful way he talked to the kids, you’d be even more surprised with his adorable manners next to them.
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Pelipper mail!
[Oh! It's a letter from Polaris!]
"Dear Vivianne and Andrea,
Hello my girls. I’m sorry I had to leave so suddenly, especially after Queenie had her pups! I hope they’re all doing well, you’ll have to tell me their names when I get back.
I’m splitting this letter into two parts, Drea darling your part is first, and then Dewdrop.
Drea: Hello sweet girl, how are Blue and Whisky doing? Before I left, I bought some more bathing sand for Blue. I was thinking we could get sort of a sand-box situation out back, so that Blue and Whisky could bathe without making as much of a sandy mess in the bathroom haha.
I’ve attached a few pictures of rock types I’ve spotted in Sinnoh that I thought may bring you some joy. Mostly it’s Bonsly and Sudowoodo. If you think you’re ready for a third, Bonsly are very simply pokemon to take care of, and very loving little chaps. I could always adopt one for you while I’m here.
Also, I’m bringing you home just an absolute load of Poffins. I never quite mastered making them myself, but if you like these ones, I will make a new effort in learning how to make them properly. I know you love your pokeblocks, but they aren’t…particularly made for human consumption. However!! Poffins are the Sinnohian equivalent of pokeblocks, and due to the way they are made they are also edible for humans. I begrudgingly ate a pokeblock so that I could compare the texture and flavor to a poffin, and the flavors are quite similar, although the texture of a poffin is much more fluffy than crunchy, although I would suppose it would depend on how long you baked them…
I’ve gotten off track! I hope you’re still having a good time with your schooling, you’re almost done! Just a few more weeks and we can take our break for summer, yeah? I believe in you, and I think that you’re doing great!
Vivianne: Hello love. Once again, so so sorry I left on such short notice, I was really hoping the Walrein thing would resolve itself, but we know life is never that simple. In the middle of wedding preparations as well, ugh.
Returning to our conversation before we left, how many ring bearers and flower children are we realistically allowed to have? Because I agree on Sprite being the ring bearer, I think it would really appreciate that, and Andrea as the flower girl. But also there’s Bird, and possibly Kittsu, and maybe Beedrill, but I feel as if he would not care as much. My vote is on Sprite and Kittsu as ringbearers, and Andrea and Bird as flower girls. But of course, your input is important to me, and I’m sure Vio would love to be part of the ring/flower children as well.
I do think it would be nice to have a more traditional Crowen wedding :) I was never particularly attached to the Hisuian/Sinnohian wedding traditions anyway. I was doing some research and I thought that the Crowen Handfasting wedding tradition was particularly sweet, and I would like to have that as part of the wedding.
I hope everything is well while I am gone, and that everyone stays in good health. I am amassing sweets and trinkets for everyone when I come back haha.
All my love for you two,
Your Starlight."
[A few photos are attached. Most of them look to be of bonsly and sudowoodo, although there is a photo of a Shieldon.]
[Theres a image of All of Queenie's karps, along with many photos of The mons]
Hi Opie! School has been super fun! One of the teachers helped me learn new names for you like Zeze and Nini! So I am being more nice! :D one of my teachers is like you too! They decorated their wheelchair with loads of stickers and have a very pretty Reuniclus that helps push her around when her arms are tired! Like you and the mons!!
I made a few friends along with friends outside the special program! they sit with me during lunch and they are really really nice! One of them has a huuuuge dragonite and the other one has loads of Omastar! They all make sure nobody picks on me :D
I might try the poffins but I still really like the pokeblocks, Nana started making safer ones for me and they are like little hard chalk-y candies instead! so im no longer eating the bad ones even if I reallllly want to eat them!
ok, mam wants to write to you now! Love you Opie!
Hello Starlight, Don't feel so bad for leaving, Emergencies can pop up out of nowhere. All that matters is that everyone is safe :) I have been putting some money on the side still for Sprite and Andrea's futures (i'm writing this while they are out!) I know they wont need the money for a *very* long time but I want to make sure that they can still have money there if they need it.
The babies are quite chunky but uh, they mainly get that from their dad. still cannot believe that someone offered to breed their Crowen Gyarados with Queenie to try and get more genetics into the bloodline! they are finally developing their first bristles and I am so happy.
Also I would love to do the handfasting tradition! My mother still have photos of her grandparents doing the tradition! I still can't believe that you went all the way to get those books for the wedding, Starlight. I truly am a lucky woman.
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on a serious note I have been having nightmares, its hard to remember how they go but im sure it's just because I got so used to knowing you were in the home too. I can't wait till you get home! Liam has missed pestering you and your team for sure :)
Keep safe Starlight, Me and Andrea love you more than words can describe.
-Vivianne (your Dewdrop) and Andrea
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Hello everyone. My name is Amber. I am a 31 year old closeted trans girl. Due to circumstances within my life, I am sadly not in a place where I can be able to transition and live as my true gender. I suffer with depression that I have been living with ever since I was a kid due to being born in the wrong body, OCD, and some trauma from my childhood. I wanted to create this blog so it can be a place where I am able to be myself and not have to pretend to be a man, as well as a way to escape from crushing reality of my life. This blog will contain a mixture of my interests and hobbies, expression of my femininity, and to engage with my kinks.
Before I created this pinned post I used to engage with some kinks that….. well I’m not really proud of. They felt really good and aroused me, and I don’t think I’ll ever get rid myself of desire to engage with, the fact is they made me feel worthless and made me even more depressed. I think I was using them as a form of self destruction because I don’t really like myself that much but no matter how much they turn me on it only made me feel worse about myself. So I went through my blog to delete posts I made or reblogged and unfollowed tags and other people who engaged in those kinks as well. In a way I’m hoping to make a fresh start to my account. If there happened to be people who followed me explicitly for those types of posts I am truly sorry but I no longer wish to take part in those kinks. I think that’s most of what I wanted to say so I’ll finish this post off with a little info about me.
Interests: Video Games, Anime, Metal Music, Alt and goth aesthetic, and cute kitties and cats
Sexuality: I’m bisexual and 100 percent a submissive bottom
Kinks: Gentledom, feminization, mind control/hypnosis, Bimbofication/dumbing down, having someone take control of my life, tell me what to do and to make all decisions for me because they know what’s best for their good girl better than I do. Basically I want to be someone’s obedient good girl pet. And also I love degradation(within reason) and I have a misogyny and patriarchy kink
Hard Limits: Pain play, hardcore degradation ( I like degradation to a degree, like telling me I’m a dumb slut that needs to submit to a man is fine for example, but I don’t like being told that I’m worthless, or disgusting or being told no one will like a freak like me or similar extreme degradation) ,homo and transphobia, pedos, misgendering, and no matter what, never ask me where I live. Other than what country I live in I will never disclose my location. Anyone violates my hard limits and I will immediately block you. Edit: I am personally ok with the term sissy. Most trans women are not and for good reason but I am ok with it but with limits. I am not a sissy fa**ot. I am not a sissy boy or boi or whatever. I am a woman, and if you want to call me a sissy girl that’s fine. But I am not a gay boy, femboy or whatever kind of other boy you can think of. I am a trans woman that happens to be ok with the term sissy. Please respect that.
One last thing, I would love to roleplay as a pet but I will never meet anyone in person nor will I talk via voice chat or show pictures of myself. I am not ready for that and I just can’t do it. I have severe social anxiety due to childhood trauma and I can’t go any further than text chat. I will also never do tributes. If you are under 18 years old, LEAVE THIS BLOG IMMEDIATELY!
I am not looking for masters or mistresses. I’m a closeted trans woman and for now I need it to stay that way.
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The First Time
Gif by @peakyfckingblinders-blog
Smut, first time i write it and probably the last lol.
Some parts will feel familiar because the middle part is chapter 6 of Between the Shadow and the Soul and the last part is the oneshot tasted heaven on his lips.
Minors and people who don't read smut/porn please don't interact.
This was not the first time she snuck Tommy into her bedroom at night.
This past fortnight he’d mastered the art of creeping in like a thief in the night and he leaves before dawn so no one knows he’s been with her.
He is a gentleman with her, never doing anything she isn’t comfortable with and taking things slowly because almost everything is new to her.
Eva loves him and feels like she won’t be able to survive without him. Which is why tonight must be perfect.
Tonight she will give herself to him and prepare herself for her imminent death.
“I think I like your gin better when I taste it on you, mi amor.” She says breathlessly after kissing him like she might never taste the too sweet gin ever again.
“Should’ve brought a bottle of it, I bet it tastes better on you too. Maybe next time.” He said and emphasized his next words with kisses on her neck. “Next time I’ll lick it off your lips, your stomach, your tits.”
The world stops existing after that, Eva lets herself enjoy how good his mouth feels as he guides her to the pretty Victorian couches he first held her on as she mourned her family and peace of mind.
Forget there won’t be a next time.
Eva doesn’t know if the tears she wants to shed are because she aches for him or because this time she doesn’t want to die.
“Not the couch, you said the first time you fuck me has to be in a real bed.” She reminds him when his lips come back to hers and she fights the urge to tear his shirt open and kiss the sunburst on his heart.
They’ve danced this dance before, but something always stops them from the point of no return. Tonight, the witch is determined to finish the dance and know the love of a good man before she is executed for her crimes.
“Witch.” He says ,but lets her guide him upstairs.
She makes no noise, a lifetime of sneaking out and dancing en pointe had made soundless walking a habit.
First time he came to her bed, he said she looked like she was floating on air.
His shirt is off as are his shoes by the time they make it to her bed.
They know the song, they know the steps, and as always, the interruption catches them just when it was getting good.
They are panting heavily as he leads her through the beginning of this dance and his rough hands are just about to pull her nightgown off her when her grandmother wakes up across the hall.
“I heard a noise, Evie, sweetheart.” Her grandmother says to her locked door.
“Oh, I just had a bad dream, nanna. I must’ve tripped on my shoes.” Eva tries to catch her breath and tries not to fall as she climbs off her lover to assure her granny nothing was happening.
“Go to her,” Tommy mouths as he sits back.
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“I am so sorry about that, normally she sleeps like the dead." she apologized as if it were her fault her grandmother had almost caught them.
And yet, old Mrs. Smith didn’t see a half-naked Tommy on her granddaughter’s bed. The old woman would have died and taken him with her if she had seen him sitting with his back to the bed board only wearing his trousers.
He wants her badly, aches for her just as he knows she aches to be with him, but neither wanted to risk her grandmother waking up again.
They haven't fucked, they barely had privacy or time to kiss let alone fuck, but soon enough they wouldn’t have to worry her grandmother, or, worse, Finn asking why he had his hand under her skirt at the pictures.
“Something is bothering you, love.” Tommy doesn’t ask, if he asked, she could choose to lie about it, so instead he makes a simple observation.
If he played his cards right, he wouldn’t have to confront her about it and they could talk this out like rational adults.
“I might have to go back to my country.” she doesn’t look at him and sighs, Eva doesn’t like pity, she’d had enough of it after her family died.
“Your solicitation was denied.” He could pretend he didn’t know, but Tommy had seen the rejection letter perhaps two hours before it was delivered to her grandmother’s home.
That had been enough time to make an appointment with a jeweler in Birmingham and make sure they had enough drinks at the pub. Eva would choose her ring tomorrow morning and after that they’d celebrate their engagement at the Garrison.
“You already knew then.” She moves quiet like a cat and almost silently climbs back into her bed with him. The bedsprings make no sound even when she comes and sits on his lap. Tommy swears Jack must’ve had someone put a curse on the bed because it only made noise when they tried to fuck.
“One of the boys stole your correspondence and showed me the rejection letter. I gave him a thrashing instead of the shilling he asked for before sending Charlie to make sure he returned it to the post man.” Tommy couldn’t keep secrets from her. Came with the Second Sight, or so she had told him.
“My cousins have told me the government has been discreetly killing people who were part of the rebel armies. I thought I was safe here, but ---.” Eva admits and he interrupts her. She could ask him to save her, but she doesn’t. If it were up to her and her damn pride, Eva would be on a boat back to Mexico to never been seen again before asking someone to help her.
“The best way to become a British Subject is to get married to one, love.” Tommy interrupts with his suggestion and only logical solution to her problem.
“I can’t take your freedom just to save my own skin, Tom.” She looks at him, almost angry that he would even suggest that she exploit his feelings for her to stay in Small Heath. Most women he has been with wouldn’t have hesitated to take his offer, but Eva, much like Greta once upon a time, wasn’t the type to use a man for her personal gain.
“No one could force me into anything I don’t want, Evie.” He smiles, reminding her she wouldn’t be marrying any man, she’d be the wife of the leader of the Peaky Blinders.
“Then ask me”, she says as if he wouldn’t be able to get her to say yes.
“Miss Eva Smith---,” Tommy starts and doesn’t get very far.
“No, It’s Eva Smith-Riley, Mexicans use both last names.” She corrects him as her hands move from his chest to the buttons on his trousers. Teasing him as if he wasn’t already close to ruining his clothes.
“Fine, Miss Eva Smith-Riley, will you—” his groans. If it weren’t for her hesitancy to take things further, Tommy would have thought she’d done this before. “Will you put me out of my misery and marry me?”
“You make it sound as I’m torturing you.” Eva teased as she continued her slow torture of him. His witch would drive him out of his mind before he could get the damn words out of her wicked mouth.
“Every second you draw this out is torture, Evie.” Thomas plays with the hem of her bunched-up nightgown on the top of her thighs before slowly lifting it up. He likes the contrast the white cotton dress makes against her tanned skin and dark hair, but Tommy would enjoy the sight of her more if the nightgown was on the floor.
“A witch naked in the moonlight is a dangerous thing, Thomas Shelby.” She laughs softly and lifts her arms so he can pull it over her head and toss it aside. The way she says his name makes him want to risk the wrath of her family and take her despite the noise her bed springs made.
“You haven’t answered my question, Eva.” He reminds her. Even if she refused to marry him now, Tommy knows Jack Smith won’t let her refuse after tonight.
“Ask me again, and maybe I’ll give you an answer, love.” Eva smiled wickedly as she unfastened his trousers. Other men would feel emasculated but letting their woman take the lead, but Thomas Shelby wasn’t like any other man.
“Will you marry me, Eva?” he asks again relishing the feeling of her naked body pressed against his.
“Yes, I’ll marry you, Tom.” She kissed him to confirm her words. With only the moonlight as their witness, Thomas Shelby became her first and Eva Smith became his last.
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“I love you.” She kissed him again like this is just the beginning of a new life. A new life with him where he won’t leave her alone in this bleak world.
“I know.” He pressed his forehead against hers as her hands slowly trailed his chest, stomach and undid the button on his trousers. “I love you too.”
This part she knew, she knew how to make Tommy come undone with her hands. To rub him from tip to base like there was nothing more wonderful than her lover’s cock.
Always at a slow and torturous pace, no ones chasing them, no need to take things too fast.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t feel ready.” He struggled to make the words come out of his lips even if he’s been saying that sentence forever.
“But I want to, I want you so badly, Tommy.” Eva said as she let him explore her body and drive her mad with passion for him.
It's no wonder why women here are insane for him, Tommy’s too good at this. His rough hands are enough to have her lose all coherent thoughts.
There is only him, his fingers in her cunt as he prepared her with promises of forever. His mouth whispering praises on her hot skin, telling her how good she feels, how no woman he’s had compares to his witch, how he won’t ever want anyone who isn’t her.
Eva’s still feeling the high of her pleasure when she is faced with the edge of the precipice.
This time she jumps.
This time she lifts her hips and he guides his cock inside her.
It hurts, even with all the pleasure he’s given her with his fingers there is a sweet pain as he fills her and claims her.
“Evie, love, you feel so good.” He groans into her neck as her nails dig into his back as her body adjusts to his.
And so the real dance begins.
His grip is tight on her hips as she lifts hers and tentatively lowers herself on him again.
It feels good, impossible good and the knowledge that it will get even better has her seeing stars.
She moans out his name a little too loudly, forgetting they’re supposed to be quiet. But she can’t, it feels too good to remember restraint.
“Tommy, oh god, Tommy.” That’s all she can articulate as he his hips rise to meet hers as she rides him.
It feels better than anything she’s done before. For her first time, its perfect. He’s perfect, makes her feel like she’s a goddess being worshipped.
Screw the sweat, the creaking if her old bed, the incoherent noises she’s making as he fucks her.
“I’m close, Evie, I want to finish inside you. Just this once, love.” Its punctuated with hard upward thrusts and all she can do is nod against his shoulder.
Doesn’t matter anyways, they’ll get married soon enough and it won’t matter if she’s pregnant out of wedlock.
Tommy kisses her, mouth, neck, collarbone, and even her breasts as he goes in deeper and harder inside her as his hand went between her legs and swallowed her cries with his mouth as they came together.
“You’re mine, Eva, mine and no one else’s.” He is panting, they both are as they come down from heaven itself.
“Yeah, I’m yours, mi vida.” she says feeling
She asks him once she gotten most of her bearings straight, “Can I say the same about you?”
“Let me take my pants off and I’ll show you.” He says with a grin.
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“I don’t scare you, don’t I?” He asked her, just minutes before dawn would come. He needed to leave, but she didn’t want him to go.
Besides it doesn’t matter anyways, they’re engaged and it really save them time if Linda Matthews were to catch them here when she comes for her shift at seven o’clock sharp.
Last night he had made her his, made her feel like she had touched heaven and tasted it in his lips.
Eva wants to taste it again and again. He was as addicting as the opium he used to smoke.
No wonder Grace was hoping he’d be the type to forgive her, all men fall short of this Adonis in her bed.
“Could never scare me, amor de mi vida.“ Eva had been with a woman, but never with a man. She won’t ever be with any man who wasn’t Tommy, she knows it for sure.
“I’ve killed people, Evie.” He says as if that was reason enough.
“So have I, Tom.” She reminds him.
“I’m a criminal,” he tries again.
“So am I, just because I don’t get my hands dirty doesn’t make what my family does any less illegal.” She reminds him again.
If he knew that the bounty on her head was worth more than this house, Eva wonders if he’d look at her the same.
He wouldn’t, her Thomas would never do that.
“Your family might not like me.” He traced her lower lip with his thumb.
“Fuck them if they can’t see what great man you are.” She says propping herself up on his chest. “I’m yours, I won’t be anyone else’s.”
#eva smith shelby#tommy shelby x oc#thomas shelby x oc#thomas shelby fanfic#peaky blinders fanfiction#thomas shelby#thomas shelby imagine#oc fanfiction#tommy shelby fanfic#peaky blinder fanfic#smut#minors dni#very weird to write sex as an ace person lol
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Happy Camp Dolls
There's few things cuter than figs holding dolls! This set in particular is super, super adorable.
The inspiration for this is the interview for Zhang Zhehan and Gong Jun's joint Happy Camp appearance to promote Word of Honor.
They're checking out their character's official Rua 10cm dolls!
These two, I swear. I love everything to do with Happy Camp so much!
...and so does everyone else, based on my entire shelf of Happy Camp figs! And more are still on the way.
These two cuddled their dolls all the way across the ocean, arriving safe and sound.
And here they are! Looking super, super cute. I absolutely love the poses here, with Junjun holding his doll in both hands (like the picture) and Zhehan holding his out in his palms.
I was able to prop up these figs to take the first pics, but there was no way these two were going to be able to stand up on their own. These figs are heavy! Since they are unbalanced they would definitely fall over. They got glued down immediately.
I was trying to think of the best way to say, there's a lot going on with Zhehan's pants, but I can't quite figure it out. I think we need a pic of what Zhehan is wearing.
Ah yes, these ones! I swear they almost look like overalls. Anyway, the fig maker did a great job adding in the extra design elements of these jeans (that's a good way to say it!).
I like the detail in the shoes too, which we now can compare to the full-length pics (sorry they're not better quality).
I will tell you that until these figs, I never realized either of them had anything on the backs of their shirts. In fact, looking at the pictures and various videos I still don't see the image on the back of Gong Jun's shirt except for this one video:
And there it is, sure enough. Ahaha, hearing Junjun mutter, Wo de tian never fails to put a smile on my face!
The slightly stockier "fat body" style is super cute - makes these already adorable figures even more so!
The fig maker did such a nice job here with the tiniest of details, like the colors on the shirts.
I love how they did Zhehan's spiky short hair here!
Too, too cute! I'll get a close up in there of the dolls for you:
The scale on these dolls are tiny. They did a good job making them look like the Rua dolls - I'm impressed they got the detail they did!
These figs look like they should stand up well with those nice wide feet.
Zhehan being a little bit shorter makes him even cuter!
I'm really happy the dolls are attached to their hands and I did not have to try to wrangle the dolls into their hands. Zhehan's doll would have been ok but I do not even want to try to imagine trying to wedge Junjun's doll in his hands.
A+ for these figs! I am just so charmed by them. I have another set of figs with dolls on order, but they are still in production. Still, I'm looking forward to them!
Material: Resin
Fig Count: 515
Scene Count: 36
Rating: The happiest!
[link to the Master Post Index]
#junzhe#happy camp#word of honor cast#gong jun#zhang zhehan#word of honor merch#word of honor promotional period#shl cast#figthusiast
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Jack Thompson X Reader
What Lies Before Us, Chapter 18
Previous Chapters
A/N: Apologies for the long pause. I actually had this chapter in reserve but never got around to publishing it. What made me publish it today was A) time and B) the lovely, lovely words by @clinicallydepressedreader under one of the previous chapters. Thanks, my dear! It’s people like you that make this more than worth it. I am so honoured to have had that impact on your perception on Jack - truly, it means the world! The characters are actually the most difficult part for me to get right (in terms of the canon timelines and their stories) because the historical background, well... my full-time job is researching the 1930s/1940s in Germany. That certainly helped!
“Clear.”
The room hadn’t been made by room service, who had adhered to the sign outside the door asking for privacy.
“Those are the plans Elias had handed over to them”, Y/N pointed to the desk, recognising the blueprints from Peggy’s descriptions.
“Wasn’t one for much private stuff”, Jack commented. They found no pictures, only the absolute necessities. Crouching down next to the bed, Jack saw something buried below the mattress.
“Wannabe spy”, he commented sarcastically, pulling out a notebook.
Projekt Kriegerblut
HYDRA, Abteilung Forschung für Neurologie und Psychoanalytik
BETA-Proband M.C.
Start Behandlung: September 1940
Y/N had noticed him reading something. “You found something?”
“Hard to say, what does ‘Kriegerblut’ mean?”
“Warrior’s blood”, Y/N frowned, “Why?” He handed her the notebook.
“I think that could link to your friend there.”
Y/N’s eyes scanned the pages. “If that refers to Carter, then lord help us, given that he’s only the beta candidate. Means that somewhere out there, they have a more finalised candidate. One that does, whatever the intent is, better than our man”, she stated, flipping through the pages. Most were notes by doctors about the change in brain scans after repeated torture and electroshock ‘therapy’.
“What does it say?”, Jack asked impatiently.
“Shhh”, she hushed, “I gotta first read it!”
Loading all the evidence into their car, Y/N continued her lecture whilst Jack started driving to Sousa’s location.
“Unbelievable”, Y/N eventually whispered, “that is actually unbelievable.”
“What is it?”, Jack’s eyes met hers for a split-second, so he saw her deep concern.
“If whatever they are describing here is factual”, she began, “then they are attempting to manipulate individuals, basically rewiring their brains to become assassins devoid of will.”
“Absolute mind control?”, he asked in disbelief, “that’s impossible. That’s gotta be impossible.” Taking over someone temporarily by creating a momentary delusion as had been the case in Fennhoff’s technique was one thing, rewiring someone’s brain fundamentally an entirely different.
Y/N raised an eyebrow: “I hope so, too, but then again, I guess people in the French Revolution would’ve said the same thing about the atomic bomb falling out of freaking planes.”
“So, what, he doesn’t know who he is? So we’re talking to an empty shell now, lacking the chip on the shoulder with the puppet master dead?”, Jack inquired, still not entirely convinced that whatever they had found could actually be reality.
“Do I look like I have experience with Nazi mind control?”, Y/N asked back with a huff, “All I can say is what they reported here. The candidate was captured in summer of 1940, and is described as a ‘European individual in his mid-20s of healthy status’. Age and time of capture would coincide with Michael’s presumed death, and well, there’s the matching initials. Apparently, he was candidate 19, and the only one not to die in the process. He was tortured for months, Jack.”
“Sorry if my sympathy is not overflowing just yet. The guy tried to kill you not even five hours ago, Y/N!”
“Yes, with an emphasis on tried”, Y/N agreed, “but we’re all alive, the kid’s fine, and I only have a bandage and a nasty gash to remind me. Had a scar there anyways, so never mind.” She exhaled. “What’s my concern now is that we need someone… someone we can trust who has experience with this sorta thing. I know absolutely no one that fits the bill. You?”
“Neither.”
“Then let’s hope the old trick of hitting him hard enough on the head works”, Y/N commented dryly, “I’m not betting on getting help from the one mind-control expert we’ve come across in the last two years in the form of Fennhoff.”
Once more, silence returned to their car. Y/N knew he was upset, it was written all across his face.
“Are you angry that I didn’t shoot him, are you pissed I didn’t let him shoot the kid, or are you angry that we’re headed to see a possible mad man right now?”, she asked, tilting her head, “or is it all of the above?”
“I’m not angry.”
“Yes”, Y/N snorted, “you are in a glorious mood.”
“No, I’m not”, he agreed, “but I’m not angry. I’m just waiting for this campaign to be over. It feels like since Stark’s disappearance last year, we’ve been chasing boogiemen across the globe and every time we think we’re done, it just continues.”
“I know”, Y/N said quietly, “I’m tired, too.” She swallowed: “But we can’t just ditch now, can we? I mean, you saw Peggy’s face in there. We can’t just leave her and Sousa with someone – or something – of which we have no idea what he’s capable of.”
“Yeah”, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, “I know.” Clenching his jaw, he accepted his fate, and his mind returned to duty. “How’d you think we interrogate him? If that file is correct, I doubt he’ll react much to the stick.”
Y/N nodded. “Probably he won’t, yeah”, pressing her lips together, “again, I have no knowledge of how to de-programme someone like that. I suppose reconnecting with his past, with his identity would be an avenue. To turn him from Candidate 19 back to Michael Carter.”
“But only Peggy knew him back then”, he interjected, “she can’t interrogate him! That’s bound to fail.”
“Why, because it’s her brother?”, Y/N raised an eyebrow.
Jack looked at her as if asking that question was a crime all by itself. “Yes”, he hissed, “because he’s her brother!”
“You know”, Y/N said with a grin, “Now I know why she always butted heads with you. You and him? You could be related. And from what she told me about him, I think even some of the character traits line up.”
He looked offended: “That’s harsh.”
“You met a monster”, she objected, “I doubt he was like that when they were playing knights in the garden.”
Now, he laughed. “Doesn’t surprise me one bit. Couldn’t imagine Marge being a princess.”
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“Rose?”, Y/N asked when they approached the cellar in which Sousa had handcuffed Carter to an interrogation table, “how’s everyone?”
Rose gave her a telling look: “Everyone is just in shock.”
“Is Sousa with him?”, Jack asked and Rose nodded, pointing to the room where they could sit in to the interrogation from behind the one-way mirror.
“Peggy in there?”, Y/N asked, and Rose nodded again.
“Gimme a second”, Y/N said to Jack and left to enter the room. “Peggy?”
The woman sat on the desk, legs crossed. She didn’t look sad, or like she had cried. She looked completely blank as her eyes flickered over to Y/N.
“How’s your arm?”
“Fine.”
Y/N sat next to her, looking into the interrogation room.
“What have I missed?”, she asked silently.
“Nothing”, Peggy said bitterly, “he’s said absolutely nothing.”
“I would have guessed so”, Y/N said, deciding to be upfront, “Jack discovered a notebook in Keller’s room. We weren’t sure if it was referring to him, but the evidence all points in that direction. If we are correct, then HYDRA reprogrammed his brain. A sort of mind control. They detailed how they got him to that point, but unfortunately, nothing of how to reverse it.”
“Mind control?”, Peggy asked, forcing herself to look away from Michael, now facing Y/N. Y/N could practically see her trying to pull herself together.
“Yeah, but different than what Fennhoff did with people like Chief Dooley. It’s much more… fundamental”, Y/N tried to explain, “I read it just now on our way here. It was pain-based. Peggy, the details don’t matter that much, but they’ve tortured him for months. It took months for them to drill him into a tool. He became Kandidat 19 – Keller addressed him in that way, too. It would seem that by the time they were done with him, he’d fall into bouts of servitude.” She paused. “But he isn’t perfect. He was referred to as the BETA candidate. In some of the notes, they described how he’d fall out of his trance mid-mission or not act out the actions they wanted him to do in as miniscule detail as they would have liked. I think they decided to make several changes for their next generation of candidates, something with trigger words. I don’t know what they would’ve changed, but they didn’t do that with Michael.”
Peggy remained silent for a while. The door opened and Jack entered, nodding at Peggy.
“Do you think I can get through to him, Y/N?”, Peggy asked. Y/N felt helpless – She had nothing to base this upon. She was forced to answer a question she couldn’t have known the answer to.
“I believe we will not leave any stone unturned”, Y/N spoke eventually. “Dooley got out of his trance somehow. There must be a way to break this, too, even if it takes more than Jack banging against a door.”
“You think it’s some sort of drill, right?”, Jack asked Y/N, to which she only nodded. “Then it’s most likely connected to self-discipline, right? I dunno, maybe some sort of learnt behaviour that was reinforced by HYDRA, disobedience means torture, so self-discipline is a self-protection.”
Y/N remained quiet because she wanted to know where he was headed with this.
“Well, if it is, then we need to break down his ability to self-discipline.” He said it so matter-of-fact that Y/N had to glance to Peggy, only to see that the brunette also didn’t seem to know what Jack was getting at.
“And how do you suspect we do that, Doctor?”, Y/N asked, crossing her arms.
Jack looked at her with a deadpan look: “It’s my suggestion. It’s gonna involve alcohol. Isn’t that your rationale for hardly touching that stuff?”
“You wanna get him drunk?”, Y/N said, not knowing if he was kidding.
“You got a better idea? It’s probably less harmful than some of the harder drugs out there”, he shrugged.
Y/N turned to Peggy: “Thoughts?”
“He finds gin repulsive”, she said sarcastically, “you better get whiskey.”
“See?”, Y/N said with a grin looking at Thompson, “I knew you two share similarities!” He shot her a venomous glare.
“You don’t happen to have a bottle in the trunk, do you?”, she asked sarcastically, causing him to open his mouth in offence.
“D’you think I’m an alcoholic over here?”
“Nah, I told you before, it’s gotten much better”, she shrugged with a smile, “but I was just checking. I’ll get us the goods.”
…………
When they informed Daniel about the plan, he looked at Thompson and L/N as if they were from outer space.
“That’s your plan?”, he asked, just to be sure he didn’t miss a part, “You’ll get him drunk?”
“Yes”, Thompson confirmed.
“My bad”, Sousa’s tone was mocking, “Here I thought we were the Strategic Scientific Reserve, not the college fraternity admitting another member into our ranks of crazy.”
“If you happened to have gathered some intel about German mind control techniques in the trenches of Bastogne, by all means, dogface”, Thompson huffed, “Speak up.”
Sousa rolled his eyes at the insult. “You know, if there’s one thing the likes of you have in common – it’s that they will go above and beyond to remind the rest of the servicemen that they’re Marines.”
Jack slapped him on the shoulder: “Naturally. We did the legwork for it. Don’t worry, we made even more fun of the swab-jockeys than your kind.”
Y/N scoffed, shaking her head. “I guess that referred to the poor sailors that had to work beside you.”
“How’d you guess?”, Jack asked, knowing that she’d probably not have had contact with many members from the Navy during her time in the European theatre.
“Believe it or not, but the distain you had on your face when you spoke to Luke who has been in the Navy was a clear indicator that you don’t hold them in the highest of regards”, she replied, “might have just been Luke, though, and just a lucky guess this time around.”
He winked: “To us, the US Navy was the Marine’s taxi service.”
“Oh my God, way to boast about your choice of branch”, she rolled her eyes amusedly, “C’mon, warrior of God, we’re off to meet Rose and the kid. They left for another safehouse an hour ago.”
“What, we’re not leaving Carter with Sousa and Carter!”, he objected, “besides, last time I checked, I’m the most senior interrogator.”
“Yeah”, she raised an eyebrow at him, “and I’ve seen my share of drunk people for this month. What’s your point?” That remark gave her the reaction she had intended for it to generate – slight embarrassment – as she added: “Besides, he’s cuffed to a table, and we tied down his feet. We’ll put the bunker on lockdown and you’ll need a password to unlock it, so he can’t get out.” She grabbed him by the arm: “Now get going or I swear I will always and forever refer to as a soldier.”
………
“We’re not leaving just to check on the other two, are we?”, Jack asked in the car.
Y/N took notice that he had correctly deducted that from her previous behaviour.
“I think that we shouldn’t be listening in on whatever Peggy has to say to possibly get through to him”, she confirmed quietly, “Peggy’s usually very quiet when it’s about her private life, particularly the one she had before the war.”
“She told you about Michael”, he pointed out, “you’re sure it’s about us listening in, and not just about me listening in?” He shot her a side-glance before returning to the road.
Y/N studied his face. He didn’t seem hurt by the implication, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t.
“No”, she disagreed, “I knew very little about her life, despite having lived with her. I knew that she had a brother and she showed me a few pictures, and she told me that she didn’t have a particularly cordial relationship to her mother. Found her too boyish. I guess the problematic family relations were a point for us to bond over.” She sighed: “I’m sure she would’ve told you if… well. It’s always harder to say these things to people who come from a family that’s intact. It makes you mourn your losses all over again.” Once she had uttered the words, she realised how utterly sad they had sounded, which was reflected on Jack’s concerned face.
“I don’t feel that way when I’m with your family”, she added quickly, “I have known them for what seems like my entire life.”
He cleared his throat, taking his hand off the clutch for a moment to grab her left hand and grazing the ring on her finger: “They’ll be your family, too.”
……….
Entering the other safehouse, which was an unused office building formerly used by the SSR, Elias and Rose were chatting in one of the rooms, evidently about how American and German pies were nothing alike.
Y/N shot Jack a glance. He raised an eyebrow and remarked: “Didn’t take the kid to be a baker.”
“Neither.”
Hearing their voices, Rose and Elias watched them enter.
“Agent L/N, how is your arm?”
“Don’t worry”, she waved her hand, “Unlike the SSR men, I used my arm to take it, not my sternum.”
“And you accuse me of bragging”, Jack complained with a grin that he couldn’t quite wipe off his face.
“Oh please”, Y/N rolled her eyes, “I’m actually surprised you didn’t get one of those dodgy tattoos during service. Well, I suppose you make up for it verbally.”
She could see the thoughts spinning in Elias’ face, when she realised that to him, they were Chief Thompson of the NY SSR, and Agent L/N from the NY SSR. Peggy and Daniel had probably seen no need to mention the fact that there was a private dimension to their relationship, hence, her remarks must have come across as incredibly rude for a simple subordinate.
“Don’t worry”, she said in German with a grin, “he’s my fiancé. I’m the one person in this agency that’s allowed to be honest with him.”
“What?”, Jack asked when Elias started laughing.
“Nothing”, Y/N said in a sing-song-voice, “Asked him if he enjoyed his experience in the field today.”
Jack didn’t believe a word of what she was saying and eyed her suspiciously. “Sure.”
“Chief Sousa called a moment ago, something about a report”, Rose spoke up, “He said you two will know what to do.”
“Yeah, that’s a nice term for filing duty”, Y/N remarked dryly, “About the mission.”
She looked around, searching for a desk. “How about this, I’ll do the filing, you”, she turned to Jack, “find us something to eat. I’m starving.”
“You volunteer to do the filing?”, he asked, acting shocked.
“I can be nice from time to time”, she grinned, “Deal?”
“You bet!”
…………
“So you two are headed back to New York soon?”, Elias asked over dinner, which were burgers, because, as Jack had explained, that was the most convenient to get into the car.
Y/N looked over to Jack. “Yes, at least for a while.”
“We’re leaving the SSR”, Jack shared, causing Rose to almost drop her food.
“WHAT?”, she exclaimed, “Who’s going to take care of the east, then?!”
Y/N chuckled at her panic. “Don’t worry, Rose. The SSR will be in the best of hands. Perhaps the most capable hands it could ever want. Isn’t that right, Thompson?”
He rolled his eyes at the teasing tone in her voice. “Yeah, yeah.”
“Carter’s going to be in charge”, Y/N said to explain, “she, Colonel Philips and Howard Stark will restructure the SSR.”
Rose pursed her lips, before smiling brightly: “That sounds exciting!”
“Yes, for your sake, I hope Stark’s not too involved”, Jack scoffed, “otherwise, the new offices might explode. Or implode. It’s concerning both happened before.”
“Oh, come on”, Y/N shook her head, “He was involved in almost all the biggest scientific developments of the last decades. And those functioned as intended. At least most of them.”
“I am also very confident that his rocket programme will turn out to be a success”, Elias said with a small smile, “who knows, Stark tech might just be the first man-made thing to land on the moon.”
“The moon?”, Jack asked, not convinced. “Yeah, sure. Why not.”
“Yes, he intends to send a manned rocket to the moon”, Elias nodded, “that’s why he hired me, amongst others.”
“Great”, Thompson scoffed, “make it a one-way ticket and I’ll support it.”
Y/N laughed: “I said to Peggy that you’d say that.”
“If you’re leaving the SSR, what’s next for Chief Thompson and Agent L/N?”, Rose asked curiously.
“The CIA is looking for people with experience to build up their rows”, Jack said, “they were quick to offer us a position.”
“With the new division of responsibility amongst the intelligence services, the SSR won’t be able to act with the level of freedom it was able to in the war and up until September”, Y/N added, “and things in Europe and Asia only seem to become more volatile again. Might be of use to work for the agency that’ll be able to work on the ground.”
She saw Elias’ concerned face. “Do you still have family there?”
“In Germany?”, he shrugged, “I have no idea. Parts of them lived in East Prussia. I haven’t heard from them since late 1944 – so I assume, no. I don’t anymore.”
Y/N’s face fell at the mention of that, again conflicted by the fact that enemies were human, too. She had taught herself to see them primarily as targets, as inherently different to her, to her friends, and therefore, killing them became easier. Was sympathy with a people that had committed atrocities too horrible to even comprehend even possible? Was it morally wrong? It felt nearly impossible to her to reconcile these seemingly juxtaposed positions.
“Y/N, did you come across HYDRA when working in Germany?”, Rose asked to change the topic.
The woman shook her head: “No, fortunately not. I was preoccupied with more – well – normal Nazis, though that is an oxymoron in my opinion.”
“I remind you that you didn’t get to experience the joy of searching for snakes in your foxhole”, Jack interjected, and Y/N knew he did only to redirect the conversation away from her service, for which she was grateful. She had no interest in sharing war stories with the brother of the guy she killed.
“You did not serve in Europe?”, Elias asked, seemingly confused.
“Nah”, Jack pulled a face, “someone had to fight the good fight in the Pacific, too.”
Once they had finished their meal, Jack began to organise for Rose and Elias to get onto the next plane back to L.A., which resulted in them heading to the airport just a short while later. Y/N accompanied the two of them outside to the taxi, followed by Thompson. She hugged Rose goodbye before turning to the scientist.
“Thank you, Elias”, she said, shaking his hand. “You’re a good kid.”
“Madame, I love my brother. Perhaps, I loved him more than any other person in the world. But if one thing was taught to us since our earliest youth, it is that war is brutal. It was the brutality we were taught to idolise. I suppose that means accepting the reality that others will wage war upon us, too.”
She watched him enter the car, wondering where his path would lead him to. She sincerely hoped that, wherever it would, the destination would be more peaceful than his youth had been.
“That’s why you wanted to be the one to escort him”, Jack stated quietly, standing next to her. “To amend.”
“I cannot amend it”, she said, watching the car leave. “But it would seem that he has given me all I can ask for. Acceptance.”
Jack followed her gaze. If that kid was able to accept her decisions, accept her actions – then for God’s sake, why would her father not be capable of doing the same? He would marry Y/N. And despite their relationship being distant, he at least wanted them to not hate each other.
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Thunderbolts and Lightning
AN: Here is my entry for the Lady Marmalade Challenge, organised by @yarnforbrains on the Thot Neighbourhood Discord Server.
NB - Sex work is work. I will not be taking questions on this.
Additionally, I have never used a Violet wand, but I have done extensive research over the past few weeks. Please message me if I have got something extremely wrong...
Beta’d by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming
Header by @yarnforbrains, dividers by @firefly-graphics and mood board by me.
Find my master list here
Summary: You’re eager to try something new, something kinky. Deciding you need to find an expert, you visit Lady Marmalade’s House of Tea and Jam and a certain master of all things electricity.
Pairing: Thor x female reader.
Word Count: 2.8k
CW: Sex Work, Electro-play (and explicit sexual content), Size kink, Aftercare.
You fidgeted as you sat on the edge of the unfamiliar bed, your fingers running back and forth over the plush red and gold bed sheets. Red and gold were the theme of the room, making you feel as though you were in the bedroom of a member of royalty.
The door opened and you jumped to your feet, embarrassed to be found sitting on the bed. It felt too intimate for a first meeting, which was ridiculous, considering why you were here. You clasped your hands together in front of you, your fingers twisted together.
Oh god!
Thor looked even better in the flesh than he had in the pictures you’d seen when contemplating this. Red harem pants, a gold vest and brocade slippers were all he wore, his hair, complete with braids, hanging loose around his shoulders.
Fuck. You really were doing this.
You wiped your hand down your dress and held it out to him.
“Erm, hi! Thank you for seeing me.”
A chuckle broke from his lips and he took your hand in one of his and then covered it with the other. They were so big!
“Thank you for wanting to see me.”
His voice was a rich baritone, slightly accented, and you swore you felt your heart skip a beat. He guided you back over to the bed, sitting and drawing you down to perch beside him. His thigh was pressed against yours and you could feel the heat of him through the thin material of your dress.
“Relax, little one. Everything that happens in this room is your choice and yours alone. You’re as nervous as a little mouse.”
A missish giggle slipped out, and you brought your free hand up to cover your mouth.
“Sorry. I’ve just never done anything like this before.”
“Then I am honoured that you have chosen me. I hope that you will enjoy our time together.”
“So, umm, how does this go?”
Another deep chuckle and he brought the back of his hand up to your face, brushing over your cheekbone with his knuckles, before he leant forward to speak softly in your ear
“Well, first, I need to ask you - did you request me because of my area of expertise?”
Your body shivered at his touch and you nodded, struck dumb by his aura.
“In that case, I’d better show you what we have to work with, and you can decide what takes your fancy. Yes?”
You nodded again, but he smiled and shook his head softly.
“I’m afraid that if you want to play with my special toys I’m going to need words, mouse. So, would you like to see them?”
You gulped, before pushing the word “Yes” from your lips.
He pulled you to your feet and your hands pressed against his chest for balance. You tipped your head up, so you could look at him, and were immediately hypnotised by his blue eyes. He observed you for a moment, as though by looking at you he could gain insight into your wants and desires - maybe he could - and then he led you over to a tall cabinet near the bed. He stood behind you, your back pressed up against his chest, and the warmth of him continued to burn through your clothes. His hips were pressed against your buttocks and you were certain you could feel him.
It appeared he was big all over…
Thor reached around you, and opened the doors to his cabinet and you gasped at the contents. Some of it was familiar to you; blindfolds, cuffs and even a spreader bar, but your eyes were drawn to the other toys, things you’d read about and seen pictures of on the internet, but never in person.
“You can pick them up, just be careful.” He leant forwards, his chin resting on your shoulder, and one broad arm around your waist, his fingers brushing back and forth across your belly.
You reached out and took hold of the heavy looking back cylinder with the tapered end. You turned it in your hands and then looked over at all the accessories. The sheer number of them was mind boggling.
“You like the look of the wand then? Good choice. We can start nice and gentle and then work our way up.” He stood up to full height and tipped your chin up so he could look right into your face again. “If you don’t like anything, and I mean anything, or you need a break, you say ‘enough’, okay?”
You swallowed hard, but still replied.
“Yes…”
He beamed at you.
“Good girl… Let’s get started, shall we?”
Leading you back to the bed, Thor sat down once again, but instead of letting you settle beside him, he pulled you down to straddle his lap. Your legs splayed to accommodate his thick thighs as you dropped down with an inelegant squeak. He brought his face close to yours, your noses brushing against each other, as his hands ran up and down your back.
“Let’s get you all relaxed…”
His lips pressed to yours, kissing you gently. You realised they were incredibly soft, and you quickly recognised the smell and scent of his coconut chapstick. You gave out a little hum of contentment, which Thor took as a sign to move to the next stage.
One of his large hands moved from your back to slide up over one of your breasts, gently squeezing it over your dress and bra. Your fingers curled into his shoulders, hanging onto him lest you melt into a puddle on the floor. You barely noticed him slowly opening the buttons down the front of your dress, until you briefly felt cool air flowing over your skin, before it was seared by the heat of his hand. His thumb rubbed over your nipples in turn, encouraging them to stiff peaks within the lace of your floral peach bra.
It had been so long since you’d been touched like this, by someone who was focussed on your pleasure. Yes, this was a transaction, but you pushed away those sensible thoughts to just focus on the sensations.
Thor pinched one of your nipples with a bit more firmness and you gasped, your back arching and your head falling back. Your temporary lover took the opportunity to press his mouth to your throat, kissing and sucking at the delicate skin, then trailing down to your collarbone. He pushed the fabric of your dress away, the material fluttering to the floor, and the hand still resting on your back moved to the clasp of your bra. He stopped kissing your heated flesh to look up at you, meeting your eyes with a silent question.
With your lower lip caught between your teeth you gave him a small nod, and his nimble fingers made quick work of the fastening. Letting go of his shoulders, you smiled at him, shyly, and pulled the straps down your arms.
Thor kept his eyes on your face as you discarded your bra, before kissing you sweetly once more. A hunger rose up inside of you, and you clasped his face between your hands, the soft hair of his beard tickling your palms. You nipped at his plush lower lip, and he chuckled against your mouth, before opening his own to you.
Your tongues tangled and your hips jerked, and you were made aware of the fact that he was definitely enjoying this.
Suddenly, Thor twisted, taking you both down to the mattress, your body pinned beneath his bigger one. His lips were still against yours, and both his hands made their way to your chest. You whimpered as he plucked your nipples, your body shuddering under the erotic enslaught.
“So sensitive, little mouse. We’re going to have so much fun.”
His voice was a purr, deep and molasses thick.
As he unexpectedly pulled away from your body, you felt bereft, but you watched as he stood, shucked his vest, and pulling a hair tie from his wrist, twisted his hair up into a messy bun on top of his head. Moving over to his cabinet, he stood for a few moments, looking at the contents, then looking back at you, an impish expression spreading over his handsome face. He plucked up the blindfold and moved back to the bed.
Your eyes closed in anticipation, your hands fisting into the sheets, and you felt Thor drop delicate kisses to both eyelids before he slid the mask over your face, plunging you into complete darkness.
You listened hard, heard him moving back across the room and removing items from the cabinet, but he was back on the bed swiftly, the mattress dipping beside you. A little bit more shuffling and then there was no way to avoid hearing what came next.
The loud crackling made you jump.
“Sshh, shh. It sounds a lot harsher than it is. We’re going to start low and slow.”
Thor’s words soothed you, reminding you that he was an expert in this. You breathed out and tried to concentrate on what you could feel, knowing that any moment you would feel the stimulus of the electricity from the violet wand. You could barely breathe, and then you felt it, a prickly kind of tickle as Thor held the wand just above your skin.
“I’m using a glass electrode,” he explained softly. “It has a large surface area, so the sensation will be more diffuse, less sharp.”
He touched the glass to your thigh and you twitched, gasping out at the feeling, like a static shock. He made another gentle touch to your other thigh, and although you twitched again, it wasn’t as much as now you knew what to expect.
“How was that, little one? Too much? Too little?”
“Good… it was good.”
“Excellent…” The purr was back, and although you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was smiling. He stroked the wand down your thigh in a sweeping movement, and the tingling sensation flooded your nerves.
God, it felt better than you thought it would.
“More… please.”
You could almost hear his smirk at your request.
The next touch of the wand had you arching and crying out. The tingles were going straight to your cunt and you could feel yourself getting wet. Thor continued to tease you for the next few minutes, the wand touching you over your thighs, stomach and arms. You weren’t sure where he was going to aim for next, and the anticipation was intoxicating. What you didn’t expect though, was for him to stop, for the wand to fall silent. Despite your blindfold, you turned your head towards him, tilting your head to the side and letting out an involuntary whimper.
“Don’t worry little one. I’m just changing it up a bit.” He shuffled a bit more, and you wondered what he was doing. “Tell me, mouse. You’ve done some research about violet wands, yes?”
“Yes…”
“So what type of play did we just do?”
“Direct.”
“Correct. So what do you think comes next?”
As your brain put two and two together, the crackling noise started up again. You felt the tingle, the spark jumping to your skin moments before he trailed a finger up your leg, from your ankle up to your inner thigh.
“Oh, fuck!”
He chuckled again at your reaction.
“That’s not the answer, is it?” His finger drew swirls across your lower abdomen, running along the lacy edge of your underwear, making you clench.
“In..Indirect.”
“Good, little one. Now, if I touch you with my skin, or with something conductive, you will feel it. Let’s start with my finger tips.”
Thor’s hand moved further up your body, with you moaning and writhing the entire time. Just when you thought the sensations couldn’t get any better, he started to circle one of your nipples. The flesh instantly puckered and you hoped the room was sound-proof, given the strength of your cry.
You lost time as he played with each breast in turn, massaging the weight of them, and then gently torturing each stiff peak. You were certain your underwear was now ruined.
“I’m looking forward to this next bit.” You heard the undercurrent of amusement in Thor’s voice as he spoke, guessing it was really to himself rather than you. You wondered what he meant, but in the next instant realised, as you almost came on the spot when he encompassed one of your breasts with his hot, wet mouth.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck.”
Your back arched, your body bowed off the bed. You swore you felt the fabric of the sheet give under your fists. You were babbling now, unable to verbalise how you felt, your body a slave to the brand new sensations.
Thor’s free hand travelled down your body, the reverse of the path it had taken previously, but when he reached your panties, he didn’t go past them.
No, he stopped, and then dipped his hand underneath.
His electrifying fingers slid through your thoroughly saturated folds and you were vaguely aware of his amused hum as he explored. You squirmed and wailed in pleasure beneath his touch, and once he’d made his way to your clit, it only took a few strokes before you were thrown over the edge into the most intense orgasm you’d ever had. The twin sensations of his caress, married with the tingle and slight pain the electro-stimulation brought was an intoxicating feeling.
Thor carried you through your high, first by letting go of the violet wand and cutting the electrical supply, and then by slowing and gentling his touch. You were breathing hard, head dizzy and tears leaking from your eyes as you came down. Thor’s large hands ran up and down your arms, soothingly.
“There you go, little one. So good for me, so beautiful when you come. Take a deep breath, yeah? It can be a little overwhelming the first time. Shh, shh. When you’re ready I’ll get you some water.”
Shakily your hands moved up to your face, pushing off your blindfold and you blinked as you got used to the light again. You saw Thor smiling at you, and you couldn’t help but smile in return. You sat up gently and he reached over to the bedside table, grabbing a fresh water bottle and you were thankful for the sports cap as you swallowed the refreshing liquid down.
Thor cleared the bed of his toys, then slid back onto it, next to you. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he encouraged you to lay back against his chest.
“How was that for you, my nervous mouse?”
“Amazing. Thank you.”
You twisted in his hold, looking at him earnestly, eyes wide and bright. He grasped one of your hands and gave it a small shake.
“No, thank you. Thank you for letting me show you this, for choosing me to give you this pleasure. Do you think it’s something you would want to do again, now you’ve tried it?”
You grinned, buoyed up in a way you hadn’t been in a long time.
“Oh, definitely, but as I’ve not really got anyone else to…umm… play with, would it be okay if I came back again?”
“I would be honoured, little one. There is so much more to show you, for you to experience. There are pinwheels, mylar floggers, finger claw and the internal electrodes...”
He brought his head down to yours and rubbed the side of his nose against yours. “I will show you the pleasures of exquisite pain whenever you wish, my mouse.”
You tipped your head and pressed your lips to his briefly. You were sated for the time being, but certain you would be returning. Thor helped you to freshen up and dress, and he gave you another kiss at the door as you folded the bills into his hand.
Thor watched you go, a small private smile on his lips as he turned to tidy up, ready for his next customer. After cleaning all of the accessories, he placed them back in their designated places in his cabinet. He was happy that you’d had a good time; he prided himself on his ability to bring his clients to heights of ecstasy they’d never experienced before.
The one thing that never ceased to amaze him though, was that no-one ever noticed that the wand wasn’t attached to a power supply.
He held his hand up and watched the sparks of electricity travel between his fingers, before whistling to himself and changing the bedding.
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Get to Know Me- Sims Edition
thank you @hurricanesims for the tag <33
sorry for taking so long to reply, for some reason it took me ages to actually answer these questions🤠
What's your favourite Sims death?
i hate when my sims die.. i can honestly say i’ve never forcefully killed any of my sims as I get so attached to them. in this case, id probably say death by old age.
Alpha CC or Maxis Match?
alpha! back when I used to play ts4 i gravitated towards maxis match.
Do you cheat your sims weight?
seems pointless to me lol
Do you use move objects?
yes!🫡🫡 impossible to build /decorate without it
Favourite Mod?
nrass master controller - it so universal and makes life a lot easier 🥺
First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?
my first expansion was university life. it will forever have a special place in my heart, I love it so much
Do you pronounce live mode or aLIVE or LiVing?
never even thought about it honest, probably like alive??
whos your favourite sim that you've made?
my girlie marcie, she’s come so far with me so I just have a special kinda attachment to her lol
Have you made a simself?
no i think this would just make me miserable
Which is your favourite EA hair colour?
none. I always find the tones of ea hairs to just be a little off? i just use custom colours
Favourite EA hair?
well i dont use any EA hairs they look ugly I have default replacements hairs by maryjane
Favourite life stage?
young adult
are you a builder or are you in it for gameplay?
only recently have i been in it for the gameplay. but i use that phrase lightly. i wil forever be a builder at heart.
Are you a CC creator?
barely lol. sometimes i post occasional things for dl. my knowledge of cc making only scratches the surface. i can do the basics like make poses, and custom photos (alongside sims and builds - but who doesnt).
ive tried to get into cc making a couple of times but its so complicated? i have mad respect for cc makers in the community. ill leave that job to the professionals.
Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?
back in my day... lol not so much anymore. after i took a fat hiatus a lot of the people i used to regularly talk with moved on.
@pixelevia is still my girlie. she doesnt post much, but we talk all the time off tumblr and regularly get each other excited about sims storylines that are yet to come to life lol.
Do you have any sims merch?
yes.. i am embarrassed to say that when ts4 was release i pre-ordered the deluxe version. it came with a mouse pad.. its long gone now. but i always remember it having a funky smell ??
also i dont wanna talk about the fact i paid an arm and a leg for ts4 (i dont even play it?!) and now its free. forever going to be salty over this fact.
How has your ''Sims Style'' changed throughout your years of playing?
i'd like to think it has! considering my blog is old, i feel like it has grown with me and that reflects in the style of my sims. recently ive been striving for a slightly more realistic looks to my sims
Whats your Origin ID?
i do have an origin id unfortunately. (is it stil even called that?)
i have a lot of opinions on this new ea app bs. but we wont go into that.
Who's your favourite CC creator?
everyone! honestly anyone who has the skills to be able to make beautiful and functional cc are brilliant.
but just to name a couple:
@rollo-rolls
@smallsimmer
@martassimsbook
@sourlemonsimblr
@satellite-sims
How long have you had simblr?
I had to check my email for this.. as of feb 2023, my blog turned 9 years old?! so I guess almost 10 years. (thats kind of mad)
How do you edit your pictures?
depends on the picture! usually for scenery pics I will just sharpen them and adjust the brightness / saturation / contrast.
for sim pics it really just depends on how bothered I can be.
I’ve recently made the change to gshade so that’s been doing all the heavy lifting for me.
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university life!! it was the it was the first expansion pack i got and so it holds a special place in my heart. its also a pretty awesome pack too.
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In My Life
Chapter 25
Our couple finally makes it to Nampara, and it doesn’t take long for tensions to rise. Coming home isn’t always easy for anyone. Thank you to Karen Bockius for once again helping me along. I’ve had this chapter done for a bit, but strep throat has kept me from posting it sooner. My apologies in advance to anyone who likes mushy peas! Enjoy!
Baby, You Can Drive My Car
As they got closer to Nampara, Ross was pointing out what was their land, who lived where, whose sheep were whose. Finally, he pulled into a long drive with a stone wall on each side. There was a gate at the beginning of the drive that was probably a grand thing years ago, but now it was rusty and had wild vines growing all over it from lack of use. Ross slowed the car down, the gravel under the tires making a familiar sound to his ears. Soon they came to a part of the drive where trees were lining the stone walls, their taller branches leaning over the drive, the sun peaking through the branches giving it a mystical look like they were entering a secret castle or fortress.
“Oh Ross this is so magical!”
Ross looked at her smile and that made him smile. “Magical? Guess I never thought of it that way.”
Soon the trees opened up to a semi-circle drive that almost seemed out of place for an ancient home such as this one. Demelza thought that maybe Joshua had added it in later years for convenience. Even in winter, Demelza could tell that Grace had a large flower bed in the middle of it. Ross parked the car in the circle and shut off the engine. He gave a big sigh and looked at Dem. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. “You’ll be alright Ross. I’m here for you.” He just shook his head at her in response. They got out of the car much to Seamus’s relief and happiness. He happily went to do his business and then checked out the ground and the flower beds to see what animals might be inhabiting the place. Demelza was checking out the large house. The main house was all stone with ivy growing in different parts. She could hear the sheep and chickens off in the distance. Smoke was coming out of the chimney indicating to Ross that his father had a fire going. The front door was painted green to match the shutters, with a Christmas wreath hanging on it. There wasn’t a large porch, just a step to the door. “You know Ross, you painted a picture of this place being a tiny cottage, but this is anything but tiny! It’s beautiful and huge!! You could fit the house I grew up in here four times over!” She looked over at Ross. “And I have to say Ross, I am a bit disappointed that the servants weren’t lined up to greet us!” That got a smile out of him and a small laugh. “Sorry, I’ll have them work on that for next time.”
Then as if on cue, Prudie came running out of the front door yelling, “Master Ross, Master Ross!! Oh Lord! It be that grand to see yer face at last!”
Ross wrapped his arms around the short, round ball of dough wearing an apron, “Prudie! It’s so good to see you! You haven’t changed a bit.” He looked over Prudie’s head to find Demelza giving him a smirk. He had forgotten how short his second mother was.
Prudie pulled away from Ross. “Now let me get a good look at ye. What ye got, a growth eatin at yer face I see, yer hair’s longer, but no worse for the wear, I can trim that up for ye if ye like.” She turned to look at Demelza. “Now this must be the beauty that I’ve ‘erd so much ‘bout.”
Ross made the introductions, “Demelza this is Prudie, Prudie please meet Demelza, the heart of my life.”
Demelza held out her hand to shake Prudie’s hands, but Prudie was having none of it. “Oh nay maid, we don’t shake ‘ands here. Come ‘ere and give ol Prudie a hug.” Prudie pulled Demelza in for a huge hug. Demelza’s arms were down at her side, and she was looking at Ross with a look on her face pleading for help. She finally raised her arms to return the hug to ol Prudie.
“It’s nice to finally meet you Prudie. I’ve heard so much about you and your husband.”
“Aye, well you’ll meet the old coot later. He’s out working on the fence. Well c’mon Ross bring your bags in and let’s get you all settled.”
“Yes ma’am.” Ross answered. Demelza carried the cello while Ross got the bags.
Prudie took a look at the cello case, “Wha be that? You carryin’ machine guns or somethin?”
That made Demelza and Ross laugh. “No, Prudie. Demelza is a classical musician. She plays the cello in the BBC Orchestra.”
“Oh my, fancy. I’d help you carry it in but with my back I better not. But I’ll hold the door open fer ye.”
“No worries, I’m used to carrying it around on my own Prudie. But the door would be lovely.” Demelza added.
“Ol Prudie will put the ket’le on. We’ve got biscuits and some cakes for ya after yer long travels. C’mon on Master Ross don’t dawdle.”
“Okay, okay, I’m coming Prudie! Oh and we have the groceries that we were told to pick up for you. Where’s mum?”
“She’s inside waitin’ for ya!”
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Demelza had walked into Nampara first, cello in hand, looking for a safe place to put it.
Grace came walking out from the back of the house, “Demelza!! It’s so good to see you again! I’m so sorry that I didn’t meet you at the door.” She reached up to give Demelza a hug. Demelza was thinking that she didn’t remember Grace being so small before.
“Oh no worries. It��s good to see you Grace! Where shall I put my cello?”
“Oh how about Joshua's study. It should be safe in there. Prudie, take Demelza back to the study please, and show her around.”
“Yes, Mrs. Grace. C’mon along maid, I’ll show you where to put your machine guns.”
Demelza laughed at Prudie and Grace just shook her head.
Ross finally brought the last load of groceries into the kitchen, Seamus following him in. Ross looked around the kitchen. Nothing had changed. He was glad that his mother hadn’t renovated the kitchen in any way except for newer appliances, although newer meant five years old. But they still had the same old black gas stove with two large ovens and six burners. Plenty of space for cooking large holiday meals. The same round cookie jar that looked like an Italian chef complete with pencil thin moustache, sat on the counter of the pine cupboards. An electric tea kettle had replaced the copper one years ago that used to sit on a burner at the ready. The same wooden kitchen table with one long bench seat on one side and three chairs on the opposite side. The same curtains hanging on the window. Ross could smell dinner in the oven and the newly baked biscuits and cakes. He could feel the comfort from the familiarity.
“Ross!” Grace walked up to her son, opening her arms for a hug. “Oh I’m so glad that you’re finally home. I’ve missed you. Just leave those bags, Prudie can put everything away.” Ross quickly grabbed the bag that held Demelza’s supplies.
“Mama you just saw me last week!” He looked at her face looking for any sign of change and noticed she looked tired, and pulled her in for another hug.
“Oh but it’s not the same as having ya home, at Nampara, my handsome. I’ve just missed you so. I bet it’s been a year since you’ve been here last.”
Ross looked at his mother’s face and noticed the wetness in his mother’s eyes, and it pulled at his heart. “Mama, I’ve been busy with work, and then I met Demelza, and…”
“Oh, I know, I know. You’ve got a life up there of your own, but don’t begrudge a mother to miss her son. Now, take your bags up into our old room upstairs.”
“Wait, into your room? Aren’t you and da sleeping in your room?” Ross questioned.
“No, we moved our bedroom down here months ago. We got tired of using the stairs all the time, so we turned that back room behind the study into a bedroom and en suite. It’s much nicer not to crawl up those ol stairs at night.”
“Really? You never mentioned that you did that. That’s got to be a much smaller bedroom for the two of you?”
“No, that's all we need. Your dad hired Zacky to do some work back there. He added a bathroom onto the bedroom, so that’s nice to have close.” Grace noticed Ross staring at her.
“I ran into Zacky at the supermarket. He acted very strange. How about you telling me what’s really going on around here? Please mama?”
Grace motioned for them to sit down at the kitchen table. She grabbed Ross’s hands in an effort to give him strength, but it really was to give herself the strength she needed to get through the conversation.
She finally looked up at Ross’s eyes. The time had finally come to tell her son the truth about her health. She took a deep breath. “Ross, I have breast cancer. The doctors feel they’ve caught it in time, it’s only stage two.” Grace could see Ross’s eyes well up with tears. “Now I don’t want you worrying about me. I’m going to be just fine. It’s just, the treatment can be a little rough sometimes.”
Ross couldn’t help himself. He had to hug her and hold onto her as if that was going to stop the cancer from growing. “I knew it. I knew something had been wrong for a while now, and you weren’t telling me. I don’t understand why you wouldn’t tell me about something like this!”
Grace tried to settle him down. She knew he would take it hard. “I was just waiting for the right time. The doctor said the best thing for me is not to have any stress, and I didn’t want you and your da fighting over me right now.”
“Was it papa’s idea to keep all of this from me?” Ross asked.
“What? No, it was my idea. I told your father not to tell you until I was ready. I didn’t want to spoil things for you, especially at Christmas. I was afraid of this, please don’t blame your father.”
“Well, what do the doctors say? What about treatment?” The son asked his mother.
“Like, I said, it’s stage two, so the doctors think that we caught it in time. I’m getting radiation treatments to shrink the tumour so it’s easier to remove it when they go in. But, I’ve been thinking about everything, and weighing my options. The more I think about it, I’m going to go ahead with a mastectomy, a double mastectomy and have them remove everything.”
Ross looked at her amazed at how calm she was telling him everything, but that was just like her, to be the calm before the storm. “A double mastectomy? You mean both…” he gestured to his own chest since he couldn’t dare say the word breasts.
“Yes, both breasts,” Grace said. “It gives me a better chance of the cancer not returning. Plus, I’m not a young bird anymore, it’s not like I need them.”
“Mama!” Ross covered his face with his hands in embarrassment at his mother being blunt with him. This made her smile.
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While mother and son were talking in the kitchen, Joshua had come in the house through the back door and heard low voices in the kitchen. He walked quietly so as not to disturb them when he realised that the voices belonged to Ross and Grace. Demelza and Prudie had walked in the room behind Joshua and he signalled to them to not go any further. All three went back to Joshua’s study and sat down.
Joshua could tell that Demelza wasn’t sure what was going on, so he explained it to her. “Grace has breast cancer, and she’s talking to Ross about it right now so I thought it was best to leave the two of them alone.”
Demelza let out a gasp, “Oh Joshua, I’m so sorry. To be honest, Ross has felt something like this was going on and was getting very upset that nobody would tell him about it. We ran into Ross’s friend Zacky at the supermarket and he acted strangely with Ross. It really upset him. It took me a while, but I was finally able to get him calmed down enough to drive.”
Joshua sighed. “I was afraid of something like that happening. I have been trying to get Grace to tell Ross about it for weeks now, but she kept insisting on not telling him.”
“Why? Why would she do that?” Demelza asked.
“She kept saying that it wasn’t the right time, that Ross was busy with work. Then he hurt his foot. She didn’t want to interrupt your new relationship with Ross. Then Christmas came and I tried to talk her into telling him then, but she used the excuse that she didn’t want to ruin the holiday for everyone. It was her decision, and she made me promise not to tell him. I didn’t have the right to break my promise as much as I wanted to. But the treatment is really starting to have its toll on her and she’s frail right now. She finally decided that she had to tell him this weekend,” Joshua explained, his head lowered.
Demelza could see how much this was affecting Joshua. She could see the same worry lines on his face that Ross had at times.
“If I may ask Joshua, how far along is the cancer?”
Joshua cleared his throat, “When they found it, it was stage two which the doctors have said is good. They’re giving her radiation treatments right now to shrink the tumour before they operate. But Grace told me that she’s been thinking about the surgery, and wants to have a double mastectomy to give her better odds of remission. Those treatments are rough, they take a lot out of her. It… it breaks my heart to see her going through this.” Demelza could see that he was trying not to cry. She moved closer to him so that she could rub his back. Prudie was in the corner wiping tears from her face.
Joshua continued, “If I could take this pain from her I would. I wish that it was me that had cancer and not her. Not my Grace. She’s my life. I’m nothing without her.” Joshua was starting to break down. For weeks he had kept this to himself and hadn’t let Grace see him cry, but now with Demelza in the room he just couldn’t hold it in any longer. Demelza was hugging him now to try to give him some comfort.
“I’m so sorry Joshua. If there’s anything that Ross and I can do, please let us know. You’re not alone in this. And it sounds like she’s getting the best treatment possible, so I’m sure she’ll recover.”
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Grace was wiping the tears from Ross’s face like she did when he was a little boy. A mother comforting her son. She did a lot of this after Claude died when Ross would blame himself for his death.
“Now my handsome, take that bag that you’re trying to hide, and the rest of your things upstairs before you embarrass Demelza with it.” She smiled at her son when he realised that he couldn’t hide anything from her.
“Yes, mama.” He kissed his mum on the cheek before he headed upstairs.
Grace watched him leave the room and let out a big sigh. Now the cancer feels real Grace thought to herself.
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Demelza found Ross sitting on the bed in the master bedroom. Ross looked up when he heard the creaking of the old wooden floor. He stood up so he could hold Demelza and cry for the third time that day. Demelza was tenderly rubbing her hand over Ross’s back. He finally pulled away from her so that they could both sit down on the bed. Demelza found some tissue for him to use.
Ross let out a big sigh. His face and eyes were red and swollen from crying. “Mama has breast cancer.”
Demelza nodded her head, “Your father told me. I’m so sorry Ross. Your da said the doctors are hopeful they caught it early enough.”
“Demelza, I’m sure you think I’m a mama’s boy for crying like this. I can’t help it, the thought of losing her… I just can’t lose her. I can’t!! I feel like everything is slipping away from me.”
Demelza got on the floor so she could sit on her knees right in front of Ross. She put her hands on his face. “Ross Vennor Poldark you look at me. You don’t ever have to apologise to me for crying about the illness of a loved one, particularly your mother. You are so lucky to have her in your life. I miss my mum so much, but she wasn’t happy on this earth so I had to let her go. But you and I are going to help your mum fight this, you hear me! Your mum is a tough woman and she’s strong, and we have to be there to help her when she’s not strong and pick her up and carry her. She’s going to beat this. I know she is.”
Ross looked at his love with those puppy dog eyes, “Do you really think she can?”
“I know it, Ross. We just have to be strong for her and have faith. Can you do that?”
Ross shook his head, “I’ll try my best. I’m so grateful that I have you by my side. Dwight can help explain the medical jargon to me, but I’ll need you for strength, my love.” His voice cracked, and tears weren’t threatening to fall again.
Demelza looked him in the eyes, “I’m not going anywhere Ross.” Ross grabbed her and pulled her up onto the bed for an intense hug, grabbing her like she was his life jacket.
They pulled apart briefly but were still touching forehead to forehead. “I love you so much Demelza.”
“Oh Ross, I love you.”
“Listen Ross, I’ve been thinking. Why don’t we stay home tonight? Caroline will understand. We can go over tomorrow and see her and Dwight for lunch or something.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind missing the party? I don’t really feel up to it, but if you still wanted to go, I would take you.” Ross replied.
“No Ross, I don’t need to go. It’s more important to be here with your parents.”
Just then they heard loud thudding steps on the stairs coming upstairs. Ross smiled, “That has to be Jud.”
Just then Jud stuck his head in the door, “Master Ross, ol Prudie says fer the two o’ yuh to get yourselves downstairs fer lunch before it gets cold.”
“Thanks Jud. Jud have you met Demelza? Demelza, this is Jud, Prudie’s husband.”
Demelza smiled and stood up to walk over to shake hands with Jud. “It’s nice to meet you Jud.”
“Yes ma’am nice to meet you as well. So come get yer lunch the two of yuh.” Jud turned around to head back down the stairs.
“Thanks Jud. Well, I guess we need to head downstairs for lunch before Prudie scalps us.” Ross said.
“Alright, I just want to go to the bathroom and splash some water on my face. Um, where’s the bathroom?” Demelza was looking around the large master bedroom that she hadn’t really gotten a chance to take in yet. She hadn’t been able to take in the whole house actually, everything had just happened so quickly from the time they walked in the door.
“Oh, the bathroom is back over here. Oh and here’s your bag from the grocery store. I was trying to hide it from mama but she had figured it out. Sorry about that.” Ross explained.
Demelza smiled, “It’s fine Ross, I think your mum knows what it’s for. I’ll be right back.”
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Ross and Demelza walked down the stairs, the old steps creaking along the way. Demelza started laughing as they stepped on the first couple of steps.
Ross looked at her, “What’s so funny?”
“These stairs, the way they creak and moan. I bet there was no way you were able to sneak in after curfew when you were younger.”
“Oh but that didn’t stop him from trying!” Joshua interjected at the bottom of the stairs.
Ross got this shocked look on his face, “I don’t know what you’re on about father!”
Demelza laughed at him even harder, “Oh I’m sure you were all innocent as a lad growing up, never did a thing wrong!” Demelza joked.
“Oh aye, this one was real innocent growin’ up.” Prudie said as she was walking in front of them carrying dishes to the dining room table.
Ross was watching Prudie and now his mum carry dishes to the dining room table, “What’s this? Are we eating in the dining room?”
Prudie crossed in front of him, “Well there t’aint enough room in the kitchen now is there.”
Demelza pulled Ross with her to follow Prudie into the kitchen to help carry food into the dining room. “It smells delicious Prudie!” Demelza said.
“Aye, Miss Grace did most of the cooking herself.” Demelza looked at Ross puzzled at that news.
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The six of them were set down for a lunch of Grace’s steak and kidney pie that she was famous around the village for, mashed potatoes, peas, a plate of Yorkshire pudding, and some extra gravy on the side. Joshua and Grace sat on the ends of the table, Prudie and Jud sat on one side of the table, and Ross and Demelza sat on the other side facing the window. Demelza was finally getting a good look at the dining room. There was a large rug underneath the table. Above the table was a large wagon wheel chandelier. It was obviously old but still elegant. In the corners of one end of the room were two corner hutches that held China and crystal settings. But it was the large window that grabbed Demelza’s attention. The window had several square panes in it. As a little girl she had always dreamed of having a window like that. She thought only wealthy families had windows like that. There were grey wooden shutters for the bottom half of the windows to be pulled together for whenever privacy was needed. Ross’s voice brought her back to the present.
“Mama you didn’t cook all of this did you?” Dishes were being passed around for people to fill their plates.
Grace smiled, “Oh just a bit. Prudie helped me with the pie and Yorkshire pudding, but I wanted to have a hand in your first meal at home. It’s been so long since you’ve been back. Demelza help yourself now, love. There’s plenty to go around. Oh Joshua, we forgot the drinks, can you take care of that, love?”
Joshua got up and headed for the kitchen and came back with a pitcher of water and a pitcher of lemonade and filled up the tumblers on the table. Ross couldn’t help but notice his dad pitching in.
Prudie spoke up, “I did notice that Master Ross picked up frozen peas instead of the mushy peas I asked for.” She gave Ross a stink eye across the table.
Ross defended himself, “Sorry Prudie, but I can’t stand mushy peas.”
“I can’t either! I hate the bloody things!” Joshua said.
Prudie had a shocked look on her face, “What you two be going on about! I’ve been serving ye both mushy peas for close to 30 years!”
Ross and Joshua both said at the same time, “We know!” which caused everyone else except for Prudie to start laughing.
“Aye, and I’ve always hated them! So I guess from now on you can pick up a bag of frozen peas instead! Sorry Prudie!” Joshua didn’t mind telling Prudie what he thought.
Ross and Joshua chuckled together. “Sorry Prudie, I just never wanted to hurt your feelings,” Ross said.
Demelza thought to jump in and change the subject. “Oh Grace, it all looks delicious. It’s been years since I’ve had a pie like this,” Demelza said. She looked at Ross loading up his plate and grinned. “It looks like it’s been awhile since you’ve had one as well, Ross!”
Ross grinned back at Demelza, “I have missed mama’s cooking.” He looked at Grace, “Although I am surprised that you feel well enough to cook. I would think that you would be taking it easy these days.”
“Oh I can’t just lay in bed all the time. I have to get up and move around when I can. If I’m feeling good, I take short walks with your father. The doctor said I should try to keep my strength up as much as possible on my good days,” Grace explained.
Demelza spoke up, “Well, Ross and I can pitch in and help with the cooking and anything else while we’re here.” Ross smiled at Demelza for her support.
Ross looked at Joshua, “Papa, do you need any help with the barn or the animals? I brought some old clothes with me.”
“Aye, Jud and I could use your help mending some fence. With three of us it will go quicker. Thank you for asking.” Joshua said. Jud grunted at this.
The talk around the table soon fell quiet as everyone tucked into their plates. The sound of cutlery rubbing against plates, Yorkshire pudding sopping up extra gravy, serving dishes being passed, the moans of a good, home cooked meal eliciting memories. Grace sat back and smiled as she watched the faces around the table enjoying the meal, particularly Ross and Demelza. She was hoping that he would soon propose to the wonderful girl sitting next to him. That would be wonderful! Then grandkids to spoil!
“Best save room for pudding later!” Grace announced.
Ross’s head dropped back on his shoulders, hands rubbing over his face, “Ohhhh mama, I don’t think I could eat another bite, let alone pudding.” He looked at his mother, “But what is it?” and everyone laughed at him!!
“Blackberry cobbler!” Grace sung to her son!
Ross gave a side eye to his mother, “With ice cream?”
“Of course!” Grace laughed. “It’s been keeping warm in the oven, but we can save it for later if you’re full. Prudie will you go turn the oven off please. What time are you going to Caroline’s party?”
“Oh we aren’t going to the party,” Demelza said.
Joshua looked at Grace. He could tell what she was thinking. “Why aren’t you going? Won’t Caroline be disappointed that you’re not there?” Joshua asked.
Ross spoke up, “We both decided to stay home with you tonight. You know, ring in the New Year together.”
Grace was giving Ross the stink eye, “Oh you two don’t need to stay at home with us. Go on and enjoy your friends. Dwight’s going to be there isn’t he?”
“Yes, but he and Caroline will understand. We both want to stay home with you and papa. It’s okay, really. You know I’m not big on parties anyway.” Ross was trying to explain himself without actually coming out and saying it.
“Ross, you and Demelza do not need to stay home and babysit me. I’m fine. I’m not going to die in the next few hours.”
Ross dropped his fork, “Mama don’t even joke like that. It’s not funny!”
Demelza grabbed Ross’s hand, “It’s really alright. We see Caroline and Dwight in London all of the time. We came here to spend time with you all. Neither one of us are into parties. I don’t think we’ve been to a party once since we’ve been together. We’re both so busy all of the time, it’s nice just to kick back and relax. I do need to practise my cello at some point this weekend, but other than that, we don’t have any plans.”
Joshua was watching Demelza, “Well, you can practise anytime you need to young lady. We will definitely enjoy that.” He looked at Grace, “Oh Gracie let them do what they want. Maybe we can play a mean game of scrabble later on.” He winked at Ross.
“Oh you are so on! And when it comes to backgammon watch out for Demelza, she’s a shark at that game.” Ross answered back to his father. They all laughed at that.
Demelza got up and helped Prudie start clearing the table.
“Well, if the two of you are going to be here tonight to bring the New Year in, we had better get some Champagne in. Ross, how about you and Demelza go pick some up before the stores close,” Joshua asked.
“We can do that as long as we can take your car. Your car is an automatic, and I want to start teaching Demelza how to drive.” Ross said.
Demelza stopped dead in her tracks, “Judas Ross! You never mentioned that!”
“I know, that’s because I didn’t want to give you time to think up an excuse to not do it. It will be a lot easier to learn on an automatic than on my car.” Ross explained to her.
“Well, I don’t need to learn to drive. I don’t have a car anyway. I don’t mind riding the tube. That’s what it’s there for.” Demelza’s face was turning red. Grace and Joshua were watching the exchange go on. Ross got up to help clear the dishes.
“Love, you need to learn to drive. What if I got hurt and you needed to take me to A&E?”
“I’d call the ambulance.”
Ross kissed her on the cheek, “You should at least know the basics. It’ll be okay, I’ll help you. It’s really not a big deal in an automatic, is it papa.” Ross was hoping to get some help from his father on the subject.
“It is a lot easier to learn in an automatic. You’ll be fine Demelza, you’re a smart girl.” Joshua encouraged.
Demelza threw a dish towel at Ross’s face, “You’re washin, mate!”
Grace and Joshua both raised their eyebrows and smiled at the steam coming out of the redhead!
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Ross finally got Demelza in the driver’s side of Joshua’s car. He had pulled the car into the field a bit so that she wouldn’t drive into anything. He explained everything to her. Her eyebrows were furrowed in a frown much like Ross’s did at times. Of course he thought she looked adorable.
“So where’s that other pedal?” She asked.
“What other pedal, love?”
“That third one that you have in your car.”
“Demelza darlin, remember this is an automatic, there isn’t a clutch pedal. It’s just the gas and the brake. Just don’t get them mixed up. And only use one foot for the both of them, keep your left foot out of the way. And here in the middle is the gear shift. All you do is move it back and forth for park, reverse and drive. There’s no shifting like in my car. You will rarely ever use neutral.”
“Where do the bloody keys go?” Demelza was looking around the steering wheel. Ross noticed that her voice was starting to sound strained.
“Love, in this car, you start the car with the button. Put your foot lightly on the brake and push the button.”
“Push the button?” She grimaced at Ross.
“Yes! It’s how I start my car too, remember?”
“Oh yeah. It just seems weird. I think Caroline uses keys for her car to start.” Demelza thought outloud.
“Well, her car must be older. Okay so start the car.”
Demelza pushed the button and looked at Ross. “Now what?”
“So the gear shift is in park, so grab it, move it into drive and put your foot lightly on the gas.” Ross explained.
She put the gear shift into drive, and put her foot on the gas pedal, but it wasn’t lightly! The car raced up a couple feet before Demelza got scared and screamed and took her foot off the gas pedal. She remembered the brake pedal and slammed on it, causing the car along with Ross and Demelza to lurch forward!
Ross had thrown his arm in front of Demelza as a precaution like a parent throwing their arm in front of a child. His eyes were wide and he looked at Demelza in tears. “Are you alright, love?”
Crying even louder, she shook her head yes. Ross was trying his best not to laugh, but it really was a sight.
“Caalm down love. It was just your first try. It’s alright. That’s why we’re in the field. Calm down and we’ll try it again.” Ross said. What they both didn’t realise was that Joshua, Grace, Judy and Prudie were all watching the scene take place from the kitchen window, laughing their arses off!
“Again! Ross no!!! Not again!” Demelza was pleading with him.
“Yes again. You have to get back on the horse, love. Just don’t press so hard on the gas pedal. Lightly, gently.”
“Well it wasn’t my idea to get on the fucking horse in the first place!!” Demelza yelled at him and slapped him on the shoulder.
“Ouch! That hurt! Demelza, love. Please, just try it again and gently this time. I promise you it will be fine.” Ross was trying his best to convince her.
Demelza narrowed her eyes and was trying to look mean. Ross smiled thinking she couldn’t look mean if she tried. The car was still running, so she put the gear shift in drive again, and barely touched the gas pedal this time. She realised that she had to push a little harder on it. She was watching her foot to see how much farther she had to press. Ross smiled, “Now love, you can’t look at the pedals while driving.”
“I know Ross! I’m just trying to see what I’m doing for a minute.” She pushed a little harder and soon the car was barely rolling forward, but that was just fine with Demelza.
Ross was smiling, “See you’re doing it! When you get comfortable you can go a little faster.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Demelza yelled at him.
“Okay, okay, bloody hell! Christ woman you got a mouth like a sailor when you’re driving!” Ross joked.
Demelza gave the car a little more gas and was creeping along. “Where am I supposed to go!” Demelza yelled.
“Wherever you want babe, you’ve got all this land to drive around in. You can just make a big circle back to the house if you want.”
“So I have to turn the steering wheel then.” Demelza mumbled to herself.
Ross was afraid to answer her back that she might yell his head off again so he just let her go!
It took her awhile, but Demelza finally got the car back to the house in one piece, and with their relationship still intact. She put the car in park and turned it off. She leaned her head against the steering wheel in exasperation. “I need a drink,” is all she said.
Ross chuckled, “I’m with you on that one. How about we switch seats and I’ll drive us into town to get the champagne. We’ll have another driving lesson tomorrow.”
“Oh Ross, I don’t know if my nerves can handle that,” Demelza said.
“Ah, you’ll be fine, love. It’ll be easier the second time.” Ross leaned over and gave her a reassuring kiss.
************
Ross and Demelza walked into the house after buying the champagne. Ross joined Joshua in the parlour while Demelza put the champagne in the fridge. Seamus had made himself at home next to Joshua’s chair. Ross chuckled at the dog, “Seamus have you switched camps on me?” Demelaza came into the room and sat next to Ross, prompting Seamus to get up and go sit next to her. Ross looked at the dog again, “Traitor!” Joshua had been reading the newspaper and put it down when the couple entered the room. His reading glasses had been resting on the tip of his nose and he removed them from his face. “Well, how did the driving lesson go? Everyone survive? Or better yet, did my car survive?”
Demelza spoke up, “Barely. I just about killed Ross.”
“Oh it wasn’t that bad, Demelza. Once you got the hang of it you did fine, love.”
“No, I meant that I wanted to kill you! Bloody hell!” Demelza said.
Joshua was chuckling at the two of them.
“Ah, there ya go cursing like a sailor again! Papa she was effing and jeffing all over the place! I hardly recognized her!” Ross teased.
Demelza attempted another swat at Ross, but this time he was quick enough to move out of her path of destruction!
Ross looked around, “Where’s mama?”
“Oh, she’s having a lie down. She usually does this time of day. So, are you two really not going to Caroline’s party? Your mother wants you to go and have a good time. No need to hang around here.” Joshua said.
“But I, we, want to spend time here at home, with mama and you. Caroline will understand.” Ross answered back.
“Ross, it’s only a couple of hours. Your mother will be here when you …”
Ross interrupted his father, “I know she will be dad! That’s not the point!” Ross’s voice raised in volume. Demelza put her hand on his arm in hopes to steady him.
Joshua sat forward in his chair and quietly but sternly said, “Don’t you dare raise your voice to me under my roof! You’ll wake your mama! Look, I don’t give a fuck if you go to that party or not! But it would make your mother happy if you went!” Then he got up and walked outside.
Demelza watched Joshua storm out of the door. She looked at Ross, rubbing his face again. “Bloody hell Ross! What the hell was that?”
“It irritates the hell out of me how he acts like it’s no big deal that mama has cancer. I know that she’s not going to die in the next couple of hours, but Jesus Christ give me some time to, to process everything! We’ve only been here a couple of hours and just found out. They’ve had months, months to get used to the idea!!” Ross was trying his best not to raise his voice but it wasn’t easy.
Demelza agreed with Ross’s point. He had just found out a few hours ago that his mum has cancer. She understood why his mum had kept it from Ross for a little bit, but they should’ve told him sooner. Demelza’s phone dinged. She took it out of her pocket and looked at it. “Oh no.”
Ross looked at her, “Now what’s wrong?”
“Caroline just texted me. I had messaged her earlier telling her that we weren’t going to come to the party. She just texted back to let us know that a couple of the partners from your firm are going to be there. Apparently her uncle had invited them.”
“Shit! Did she say which ones are going?”
“I’ll ask her.” Demelza texted Caroline back. Soon her phone dinged again, “She said it’s Harris Pascoe and Richard Tonkin.”
“Christ on a bike! Fucking hell. Well, I guess we’re going to have to go now. I didn’t know that they were in Cornwall for the holiday. If you want, you can stay here, you don’t have to go.” Ross was clearly agitated.
“No, no I’m not going to do that. I’ll go with you. Besides, we don’t have to stay for the whole night. It might be good to clear the air here anyway. I’ll let Caroline know that we’re going. Why don’t we go upstairs and try to relax for a bit before we have to get ready to go.” Demelza was looking at Ross’s eyes trying to decipher what he was thinking.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re probably right.” He stood up from the sofa and held out a hand for Demelza, which she took as she stood up and they headed upstairs.
*************
Ross and Demelza had taken a shower, and Ross had laid down for a nap before getting ready for the party. Demelza had quietly slipped downstairs while Ross was sleeping to get some tea. She crept down the noisy stairs trying to be quiet so that she didn’t interrupt anything or anyone, and headed for the kitchen. She put the kettle on and was looking in the cupboards for the mugs, when Joshua walked in the kitchen behind her, causing Demelza to jump.
“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” Joshua said.
“That’s alright, I didn’t know anyone was around.” Demelza found the mugs and took one out, then looked at Joshua, “Would you like a cuppa?”
“Um sure, I’ll join you.”
The thought of Joshua joining her for a cuppa made her a little nervous. She cleared her throat. “How do you take your tea?” Demelza found the tea bags and started getting the mugs ready.
“Oh just plain, thank you.” Joshua reached for a plate and opened the cookie jar and put some biscuits on the plate and set it on the table. “Can’t have tea without biscuits, can we?”
Demelza gave him a weak smile as she set the mugs on the table and sat down. She felt a shiver run through her body and wrapped her hands around her mug to try to warm herself up. There was an awkward silence between the two. Joshua was dunking a biscuit in his mug. He pushed the plate to Demelza. “Have some.”
“Oh, no thank you. I’ll just have the tea.” Demelza said. “I’m sure there will be plenty to eat at the party.”
Joshua looked up at her, “Oh, so you’re going after all?”
“Um, yeah. Caroline texted to let us know that a couple of the partners from Ross’s firm are going to be there, so Ross thought we had better go since they were going to be there.” Demelza offered.
Joshua shook his head in agreement. “Are those Ross’s pyjamas that you’re wearing, or are you also a Star Wars fan?”
Demelza looked down at what she was wearing. “Oh, yeah they’re Ross’s. I kind of nicked them from him.”
Joshua smiled at her.
More. Awkward. Silence.
Demelza looked up at the ceiling in the kitchen. There were beams in almost every room of the house. Here in the kitchen there were a few pots and pans hanging from them. “You have a beautiful home. My mum would’ve loved to cook in a kitchen like this.”
“Thank you. We enjoy it, especially the kitchen. We sit in here a lot. In the morning, the sun is beautiful coming through the windows here.” Joshua cleared his throat. “I’m sorry that you had to witness Ross and I arguing earlier. I was hoping that Ross would behave better with you here.”
“With all due respect sir, Ross just found out a few hours ago that his mum is possibly dying from cancer. You’ve known for a lot longer than he has. I don’t like the idea of the two of you arguing, but you could cut him some slack. He’s just trying to process everything.”
Joshua sat back in his chair a little stunned at Demelza’s bluntness. He was shaking his head again. “I’ve been consumed with taking care of Grace for a while now, making things easier for her, making sure that she takes her medicine, and the rest that she needs. But you’re right. I’ve had more time to take things in, and Ross hasn’t. I just don’t want Grace getting upset.”
“I’m sure that Ross doesn’t want to upset her either. He just wants to be with her.” She looked at the time on her watch. “I guess I better get back upstairs and start getting ready for the party.” She got up and filled up her cup and fixed Ross a cuppa as well.
“Oh Demelza, take the rest of the biscuits up to Ross. They used to be his favourites.” Joshua said.
Demelza smiled, and said “Cheers.”
********************
Ross was looking at himself in the mirror while he put his cuff links on his sleeves. His bow tie was hanging around his neck, waiting to be tied. “Love, are you about ready to go?”
Demelza was in the restroom in front of the mirror, putting her red lipstick on. She had straightened her hair and pulled it up in a high pony so that her sparkly chandelier earrings could be seen. “Almost” she yelled out. She heard Ross yell, “Dammit! I hate tying a bow tie! Bloody hell!” It made her giggle. She knew that he was going to look so good in the tux, but she also knew how much he hated wearing one. She looked at herself one more time in the mirror. She always wore makeup for the concerts but for something like this she liked to kick it up a notch with her red lips. A few wisps of hair carefully falling in the right spots. She grabbed her purse and headed back out into the bedroom.
“Wow!! Holy shit Demelza!! You look incredible!!” Ross exclaimed.
She laughed at him, “You like?”
“Oh baby I love it! I love the red lips! You are so sexy, I’m going to be beating the rest of the lads off with a stick all night!! Do a little twirl!”
Demelza was loving the extra compliments and did a twirl around for her man. She was wearing a long sleeved, white, silk blouse with a deep V-neck that showed just the right amount of cleavage; and a pair of wide-legged, white sequined pants that swayed gracefully when she walked. A wide belt separated the two pieces.
She walked over to Ross to help him with his tie. “Here, let me help you before you rip the material. You know you’re the first man outside of the orchestra that I’ve ever known to own not one tuxedo, but two! There, that’s better my love.”
“Well, I used to rent them when I first joined the firm, but then I realised that for the price of a couple of rentals, I might as well buy the bloody thing.”
“I really didn’t want to wear a gown tonight. Do you think this will be alright? Since it’s a black tie event and all?” Demelza asked.
Ross was slipping his tux jacket on, “Oh yes, it’s perfect! Plus when you stand still it looks like a long skirt. You’re going to be more comfortable than I’m going to be, that’s for damn sure.”
Demelza was smoothing out his shoulders and dusting off the little bits of fuzz. “My goodness, you’ve cursed more in the few hours that we’ve been here, than the whole time that we’ve been together! There… you look pretty sexy yourself!”
“Me!? I wasn’t the one that was effing and jeffing in the car earlier milady!” Ross was smiling at her.
“Well that was different!”
That made him chuckle, “Different, eh?” He went to kiss her.
“No! Not on the lips you’ll ruin my lipstick!” Demelza scolded him.
“Judas!” Ross said back to her!
*************
Ross and Demelza descended the staircase of Nampara hand in hand dressed to the nines for their evening out. Joshua and Grace were sitting in the parlour watching their entrance like parents watching their children go to the prom. Grace gave a loud gasp, “Oh my goodness look at the two of you!! Demelza, you look absolutely stunning!”
“What am I? Chopped liver?” Ross questioned his mother.
Grace got up to go over to the couple, and pinched Ross’s cheeks. Demelza started laughing at Ross’s mum’s actions. “Oh, my handsome, you’re not so bad either! Oh Joshua get your phone, we need to take pictures of them! Hurry now!” Grace was commanding Joshua.
“Mama, we’re not going to the school prom, it’s just a party! You don’t need to take pictures!” Ross said.
Demelza pulled on his arm, “Oh now you hush and let your mum take pictures. Besides, I never went to a prom so I’m enjoying this!”
Ross looked at Demelza lovingly and kissed her forehead. Of course she never went to a prom, Ross thought.
Grace spoke up, “Besides Demelza is a much better date than that bitch you took to the prom!”
Ross’s eyes widened, “Mama! Language please! My mother is not allowed to curse!” Grace and Demelza were laughing at Ross.
“Alright, the two of you stand still so I can take the bloody pictures. Say pilchards!!” Joshua yelled out.
“Oh, Joshua, take a couple more now, with different poses. We’ll have to put these on Facepage tonight! Can you get one of the four of us?” Grace was instructing her husband.
After about five pictures, Ross had had enough, “Alright, enough with the pictures. Demelza, I’m going to get our coats out of the car. I’ll be right back.” Ross walked out the front door.
“Demelza, you do look stunning. Ross is lucky to have you on his arm tonight.” Joshua added.
“Oh I don’t know about that. I think we’re both lucky, but thank you.” Demelza replied.
Grace was going on about Demelza’s hair and outfit, “You look very chic. And I love the way you fixed your hair in that ponytail! Ross will have to keep an eye out for you so the other lads at the party don’t try to steal you away!”
“That’s what I was telling her earlier, “ Ross came back through the door, and helped Demelza with the coat that he gave her for Christmas. “Right then, the car is warming up. We best get going. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave and I can get out of this monkey suit.”
“Now Ross, there’s no need to hurry home. You and Demelza have a wonderful time and make sure you dance! Treat her like a princess.” Grace was so excited to see her son and his girlfriend head out for the evening.
Ross bent over and gave his mother a kiss. “Happy New Year mama!” His eyes shiny with a trace of tears. Grace gave him a big hug, “Happy New Year my handsome!” Then she gave Demelza a big hug and kiss. Demelza wanted to say something but she wasn’t sure just what to say. She wasn’t used to being around a mother figure anymore. Ross grabbed her hand and then they left for the party.
Grace turned around after the door closed and looked at Joshua, “She’s good for him.”
Joshua smiled and walked over to give his wife a hug, “Yes, I believe she is, love.”
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I had this song going through my head while writing this chapter, not really because of the lyrics, but just because of Ross trying to teach Demelza how to drive!
Baby You Can Drive My Car
Written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney
Asked a girl what she wanted to be
She said, “Baby, can’t you see?
I wanna be famous, a star of the screen”
But you can do something in between
Baby, you can drive my car
Yes, I’m gonna be a star
Baby, you can drive my car
And maybe I’ll love you
I told that girl that my prospects were good
And she said, “Baby, it’s understood
Working for peanuts is all very fine
But I can show you a better time”
Baby, you can drive my car
Yes, I’m gonna be a star
Baby, you can drive my car
And maybe I’ll love you.
Beep-beep, beep-beep yeah!
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I’m so sorry, tumblr fucked up when I tried to send my answer and I wasn’t able to post it or save it as draft ;; , so doing it this way.
✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?
There are so many quotes and lyrics I associate with Salvadore. Giving some examples. 😊
“You have to learn the rules of the game.
And then you have to play better than anyone else.”
- Albert Einstein.
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“Dressing well is a form of good manners.”
- Tom Ford
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for Sal when he still was a boy, things Eneas told him, from “Wanderer’s Lullaby” (Adriana Figueroa):
“Though the world may try to define you
It can't take the light that's inside you
[...]
You are the dawn of a new day that's waking
A masterpiece still in the making
The blue in an ocean of grey
You are right where you need to be
Poised to inspire and to succeed
You'll look back and you'll realize one day”
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from “Believer” (Imagine Dragons):
“I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea”
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from “Emperor’s New Clothes” (Panic! At the Disco):
“Sycophants on velvet sofas
Lavish mansions, vintage wine
I am so much more than royal
[...]
If it feels good, tastes good
It must be mine
Heroes always get remembered
But you know legends never die”
-
from “Centuries” (Fall Out Boy):
“Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuries”
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Sal’s cheer up song, when he’s down: “King” (Lauren Aquilina):
“You've got it all
You lost your mind in the sound
There's so much more, you can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head
Put all your faults to bed
You can be king again”
-
A few quotes I connect to him are on his Pinterest Board.
And that’s his Playlist.
🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?
I actually never truly changed him, he wouldn’t allow it. It’s more like getting to know him and he showed more and more about himself over the years. By putting him in different universes, by confronting him with interesting situations, by making him think about questions I or others came up with, the picture became clearer and multilayered.
Sometimes he corrected me when I assumed something wrong or explained a part in more detail later, but it was always like discovering something new, never like bringing on a change that didn’t come from him.
💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?
Being held. And warmth, either of a blanket, an embrace, or a bath, maybe all three.
When Salvadore finds himself in a phase of self-doubt and self-punishment, touch is the way to go with him, to not only let him hear but make him feel that he is loved, at his lowest as well.
#thank you!#sorry it took me so long#I enjoyed those a huge lot#and I have so many songs for him#and so many quotes#aaa#knight commander salvadore#oc: salvadore#my ocs#dmagedtexts
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