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Inspired by this post I reblogged the other day! I’ve not drawn Fiddleford before but this was fun!
Sorry, there mayyyyy be a lack of art for a little while! Not sure if anyone saw but the eager eyed amongst you who checked out our Carrd mayyy have noticed that I and @mysteryhackin released an interest check for a zine we’re working on! ;)))) (@gf-seasons-zine for anyone who doesn’t know what I’m talking about! Please fill out our interest check and reblog if you haven’t already!)
All of my spare art time is currently going on graphics and planning the budget so we can deliver you the best zine ever! <3
Thank you VERY much to those who nominated me as an artist though! I was super touched 🥺💕
-Berry
#blog#diary#art#he’s a hypocrite but he’s trying to look after ford#bless#gravity falls#stanford pines#ford pines#bill cipher#forduary2024#Fiddleford#Forduary 2024#forduary#fiddleford mcgucket#researcher ford#berry gf art#berrybanana#fanzine#tag as you see it folks!
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Hello and happy endless January! Despite how long this month may have seemed, it is almost over - and that means it's soon time for another art party hosted by my guild, Verdant Shield [VS]! We're taking a little tour of the cozy size of the jungle this time, over at Mabon Market in Caledon!
For those who aren’t familiar with art parties, they’re a concept carried over from Final Fantasy XIV - in-game get-togethers for artists/writers/creatives of all types to hang out, chat, and create together! Get your favorite character/look together, head to the location, find someone that catches your eye, and create! Afterwards, everyone posts their creations in a shared tag (ours is #VSArtParty) so others can see, interact, and share! Tl;dr: the ‘goal’ of an art party isn’t to be drawn, but to draw others, and share with the community!
Time and /squadjoin information is under the cut, but will also be posted again via reblogs as the squads go up on the day of the party!
Location Information:
Caledon Forest is a nice easily-accessible map for everyone, and Mabon Market even has its own dedicated waypoint (that is, Mabon Waypoint)! I imagine we'll kind of scatter out across the market and beach, so don't take my exact location in this screenshot too seriously!
Time & Squad Details:
As we always do, we'll be having two parties - one on EU servers and one on NA ones - with an hour break in between. People tend to arrive early and/or jump between accounts as soon as the break comes up, so don't be surprised to see tags and announcements going up ahead of schedule!
The first party will be on EU servers and begin at 9pm Central European Time (aka 3pm Eastern Standard Time or 4 hours before in-game reset). I’ll be hosting on my EU alt account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Aemryn of Dusk for an invite.
The second party will be on NA servers and begin at 7pm Eastern Standard Time (aka 1am Central European Time or at in-game reset). I’ll be hosting this one on my main account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Kirslyn for an invite.
Closing Words:
A few days ago some nasty info came to the surface about various GW2 sources being scraped for AI purposes, with tumblr tags specifically being mentioned. Though I certainly wouldn't blame anyone for being discouraged and not wanting to draw at all (even this post was delayed because of it), I think at the end of the day, even if you don't post anything publicly, you still shouldn't deny yourself the company and community of your fellow creatives! If you'd like to make this art party have more of a focus on screenshots, or even just hang out and not draw at all, please feel free - your presence is what makes these parties...well, parties, after all!
If you are still interested in posting your artwork though, please check out Glaze and Nightshade as potential ways to protect yourself (and hurt AI datasets) if you haven't already! And even if you don't do that, make sure to slap signatures/watermarks/etc wherever you can. This may be a disheartening time for us, but it doesn't mean we have to stop doing what we love.
So, whether you're coming to create or just to hang out, I look forward to seeing you all this Saturday. Take care, stay safe, and see you soon! ♥
#please check the closing words this time too btw#i don't usually draw attention to them but it's about all the ai bullshittery that came up a few days ago#gw2#guild wars 2#vsartparty#obnoxious tourist simulator#📢🎨
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୨ 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 (2) ₊˚ପ⊹ 𝙗.𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 • 𝙨.𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 ୧
pairing: fwb!bucky barnes x avenger!fem!reader x steve rogers (love triangle)
summary: when bucky breaks your heart, choosing dot over you, you are left to pick up to pieces, finding comfort in steve’s arms, until bucky realizes he still loves you.
warnings: nsfw, 18+, minors do not interact, mentions of p in v sex, friends with benefits situation, mentions of casual sex, so much angst, lots of heartbreak, self-doubt, dot makes an appearance, (please do not read if you’re uncomfortable)
word count: 2.3k
author’s note: hello and welcome back to chapter 2! i am so so happy to finally have it up for you guys! i spent a lot of time trying to get this chapter right, i hope you enjoy it and please remember to reblog, thank you!
⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
You had no idea how long it had been when you finally woke up to sunlight fluttering across your face, stinging your already puffy eyes as you somehow still managed to find it in yourself to get up. You sigh softly, wincing as you blinked, feeling the pain of having cried almost the whole of last night, barely being able to catch about less than three hours of sleep.
You looked towards the clock, the numbers seven thirty-three reflected back and usually you’d be down for breakfast, especially since it was Wanda who would always cook up pancakes and she had always made the coffee taste way better you had remembered it to be, you would have raced towards the kitchen, perhaps start a banter with Sam who always took a little too many pancakes, but then again, you couldn’t go down, no, because he was going to be there.
Bucky would be there, back from his morning run with Steve and Sam, sweaty, his too tight of a shirt sticking to him, giving you a great view of his biceps, and the smile he would give you, almost as if he hadn’t just railed you into your bed hours ago, or rather crushed the heart that you had so delicately placed in his hands.
It was that smile that had gotten your hopes up, that and the way he said “good morning doll” without knowing what that little pet name he gave you did to you. It made butterflies flutter in your tummy, it made you float for the rest of the morning as you went about your day, so, so excited to see him again at night.
“Tin man we both know I won” you froze hearing Sam’s voice reverberate across the hallway, you swallowed hard trying not to make a sound as you heard Bucky’s laugh, loud, contagious and a constant reminder of how well he was still doing, the complete opposite of how you were. Perhaps it was just a simple reminder that you had never meant anything to him at all.
“Keep telling yourself that Wilson, as if anyone’s gonna believe it” you hear him retort, it was the usual argument about who won and how many rounds they each had made in the park, and you heard Steve say something about how it doesn’t matter.
“Yeah, well I know I won,”
“Like hell you did Sam”
“(Y/N) will say I won” Sam replies and you falter when you hear the footsteps that had drawn closer the past few minutes stop outside your door, pausing, and you recognise it almost immediately.
How could you not?
Those footsteps had your heart rushing every time he drew closer, every time he leaned in to see which book you were reading, before asking you to tell him all about it.
“You gotta read it yourself Buck” you had said, giggling when said man rolls his eyes playfully, smile on his face as he looks towards you, “well I have you to tell me darling” he would say, not knowing how he made you feel, as you covered it up with an expert chuckle, before telling him just about every detail of the book.
Maybe it was the way he would listen to you so intently, taking in everything that you would say or it was the way he would lean in, interested in the story you spun from the book, you had let yourself believe that all of it was done because he liked you too.
You could never be more wrong about it.
“Buck?” you heard Steve call and when the footsteps shuffled away, you let the tears that had welled up in your eyes to spill, staining your cheeks once more as you struggle to keep him out of your head, but it was almost impossible to do so, not with the image of his smile or the fleeting feeling of his arm oh so carefully wrapping around your waist when he tried to steady you while you were hanging christmas decorations across the ceiling of the tower.
“Bucky, is it straight?” you asked, trying to look at the decoration you had just hung up, in your eyes it was just a little too much to the right, you bite your lip as you pushed the candy cane to the left.
“It’s perfect” Bucky replied, boyish smirk on his face as hands you another ornament, you took it, and as you tiptoed, trying so hard to reach the hook that was just out of your reach, before you knew it, your foot slipped off the ladder step and you let out a scream as you tried to grab the ladder, only to fail as you fall, you were half expecting to hit the ground, when you felt strong arms wrap around your waist, supporting you, you were breathing hard, looking down to see the brunette, an almost worried look on his face.
“I got you” he said, and you manage today thank you, your heart thundering in your chest. “I always got you doll” he adds, and you remembered thanking whatever god that existed that you weren’t facing him because butterflies were fluttering in your tummy, your cheeks had heated up and that night, you found yourself underneath Bucky again, a moaning mess as he thrust into you.
Oh, you were a putty in the brunette’s hands, you had tried on many occasions to claw your way out, your mind screaming abort, abort but it was too late because your heart had settled itself down, it belonged to Bucky and there was just nothing you could do about it, not that your heart had minded at all, and there it all began, the pining, the endless daydreaming and god forbid, the thoughts you had of him someday wanting you the way you pined for him never stopped.
A tear slid down your cheek and then another, and it didn’t take any longer than a minute for you to end up in the same state as you did just hours ago.
You weren’t exactly sure how many days it has been since what had happened, maybe a week. You were temporarily pulled out of your misery when a soft knock echoed on your door, you mumbled a who’s there only to hear Wanda, asking if she could come in. You stood up, walking over to let her in, she had come with pancakes, your favourite chocolate chip ones and a mug of coffee.
The second she saw the state you were in, she sighs, putting the food down, “come here” she had said softly, taking you in her arms as you sobbed uncontrollably, the dam breaking as you cry, and as the best friend you’ve had since your first day joining the team, she held you, soothing you with warm words and comforting pats.
“Was it Barnes?” she asked and you nod, she had found out about the whole situationship you had with Bucky just days after, she had somehow noticed a spring in your step, your smile was wider, and your eyes simply lit up whenever the brunette walked into the room. That and the fact that you and Bucky would often disappear halfway through movies or parties, and it didn’t take long for her to put two and two together.
“Don’t do this,” she had warned, she knew the feelings you harboured for Bucky, but you were thinking with your heart and you had ignored her advice to stop whatever you and the brunette had going on. You continued, diving deeper and deeper and here you were, crying, trying to find some way to stop the pain, wishing that you had taken her advice sooner.
“W-wanda, he left” you managed to choke out, “it’s okay, it’s gonna be okay,” she comforts and you willed yourself to believe her words, “come on, let’s go to the pizza place downtown, away from the tower,” she starts and you shake your head.
“You gotta leave this place (Y/N), at least for a while,” she says, standing up and picking up the tissues scattered all over your bedroom floor. “Yeah” you croaked, your voice hoarse as you stood up, finding it in yourself to head to the bathroom, peeling the too big of a shirt of yourself, trying to ignore the fact that it was the piece that Bucky had borrowed you when he had accidentally spilled coffee all over your shirt, you never found the chance to return it.
Well, more like you didn’t want the chance to return it, so you kept it, wearing it so you could smell his scent that until now, still stained the shirt, placing it into your laundry basket you stepped into the shower, allowing the warm stream of water to wash the tears away, to soothe the aching muscles and as you close your eyes, you tried your hardest to forget him.
“Pepperoni or Hawaiian?” Wanda asks as you skim over the menu that is laid before you on the table, the already extremely impatient waitress tapping her pen on her little notebook as you try to make a decision, given the fact you just spent half the day crying, food wasn’t exactly the first thing on your mind.
“Um, Hawaiian’s nice,” you say softly and she nods as the waitress scribbles your order down, walking away. You glance at the scenery before you, you could hear laughter, the sound of the ice-cream truck twirling around the street, with children trailing it, discussing which flavours they wanted to get.
It reminded you of the times that you and him would go on walks through the streets of New York, ever so often stopping for an ice-cream, gone were the times he’d smudge his desert on your nose jokingly.
You could still see the memories play in your head like a film without sound, and you hated how you could feel tears sting at the corner of your eyes as your memories of what you and Bucky threatened to overwhelm you.
Your eyes had been filled with adoration for him and well, his had been void of any emotion for you.
“You okay?” Wanda asks and you nod, about to reply when your eyes met his gaze, the one person that you had really hoped not to see, you quiver under his gaze that seemed so sharp you felt that it could probably slice through you, the same gaze he gave you when you begged him to stay, it was though he didn’t know you’d be here as well, and he wasn’t alone.
He had a girl on his arm, and by the way he was holding on by the waist, you knew she was the girl that Bucky had chosen over you. You watched as they settled at the table that you remembered sharing with him just a month ago at seven in the evening when he asked if you wanted pizza.
You could see why he had dropped you in a blink of an eye, any man would have chosen the bombshell babe almost instantly, the girl that sat across him was perfect in just about every way you never could see yourself being.
Her hair fell down her shoulders in waves, and yours, well, a look in the mirror made the difference between you and the woman Bucky had chosen all the more obvious.
The red lip colour she had going on made her lips plump, kissable and it complemented her red mini skirt, that stopped just below her thighs, exposing her toned legs, she had on a crop top that seemed to emphasise her waist, the little piercing at her belly button glinted under the afternoon sun.
However, what caught your eye was the necklace she had on her neck.
It was a four leaf clover, the very same one that Bucky had gotten you last Christmas, there was no mistaking it, the dazzling light green that painted the metal leaves were the same as what you had back in your room, it still sat in your little gold jewellery box, and the delicate silver chain that adorned her neck only reminded you of how you were over the moon when Bucky helped you put it on.
You had turned around, thanking him and finally worked up the courage to plant a kiss on his cheek. You had worn it daily, taken great care of it, glad to have something that maybe made you Bucky’s person, pretty much forsaking even your Tiffany necklace for the one he gave you.
You watched as she slid her hand so easily into his, a smile on her face as he said something that made her giggle the way he used to do when you and him were out for milkshakes and she looked gorgeous while doing so, looking as though she was one of them Victoria Secret models with her alluring smile.
She was everything Bucky wanted, it was a choice clear as day when it came between you or her.
“We could go somewhere else if you’d like,” Wanda says and you force a smile, shaking your head as you breathe, looking down, hoping that Bucky doesn’t see you wipe tears from your eyes.
“It’s alright,” you say as you tried your hardest to swallow the slice of pizza that sat on your plate, the crust scraping your already dry throat as you ignored the tangy taste of the marinara sauce, willing yourself to not look at the oh so happy couple that sat a few feet away from you.
The couple that you had thought you and the brunette would somehow end up being, all smiles and giggles, too busy talking to each other to notice how the world around you two turned was never meant to exist.
You had imagined a love like the ones you read in books, such like Mr Darcy and Elizabeth, but you now realised what were written in your favourite books could never be what you longed to have.
You blinked back tears, slowly coming to the clear realisation that Bucky would never love you.
He never did.
note: i hope you enjoyed this chapter, if you would like me to continue, let me know, please remember to reblog, it would mean a lot to me, thank you!
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Hey I wanna be really clear about something because I do occasionally reblog stuff wrt Palestine and its current occupation, so if you don't have any interest in politics (because this IS politics, this whole situation is very much NOT about religion) feel free to skip over
But I want to make it absolutely clear that anti-Zionism and antisemitism are not the same thing, and when I reblog things in support of Palestine I am not doing so because I think that Jews are evil. I'm studying Judaism. I'm trying to convert. I hope I'll be ready for that someday. So it is not Jews who've stolen land and killed locals and started a genocide. It is not even, to a certain extent, Israelis who've done this. The country of Israel, our modern understanding of it, was flawed from the beginning, built on colonized land that had been already occupied by the British Empire. It has since been taken over by a far-right extremist government who views the native tribes and people of Palestine as little more than animals, or worse than animals. And what's tragic is that this government is using Jews as their footsoldiers and their scapegoats and their pawns. Promising them a return to a homeland that has been gone for thousands of years. Promising peace and safety to a people who have been hurt and oppressed and murdered and driven out again and again. But you can't buy peace with blood. What Hamas did was horrific and is NOT to be celebrated. But what Israel is doing in response is worse.
Halacha tells us that we have the right to rodef, the right of the pursuer. The actual line is "You shall not stand idly by the blood of your neighbor." In the Talmud, it's decided that "if someone comes to kill you, rise up and kill them first." It's the right to self-defense. What Israel is claiming is that Hamas is SUCH a threat that the deaths of more than 30,000 people, most of which are civilians, most of which are women and children, is justified under Talmudic law.
Right now, the estimate for Israeli casualties (including those killed at the Sukkot gathering) is around 1,139.
The estimate for Palestinian casualties is at least 30,000. Quite possibly more, as some 10,000 are missing. Professor Yagil Levy of the Tel Aviv University estimates that about 61% of that 30,000 is women, children, and the elderly (he places all men over the age of 18 in the "combatant" category and thus are not considered civilians, which is problematic in and of itself).
So where is the line drawn? The Talmud doesn't tell us. But I don't think that the tragic deaths of 1,139 people justifies the wanton and senseless murder of 18,000 women, children, and elderly.
What Israel is doing is horrifying, and it isn't to secure a Jewish homeland, and it isn't in the name of G-d, and it isn't for the continued existence of Jews. It is, plain and simple, an attempt to consolidate power. Netanyahu was (and still is) an extremely disliked Prime Minister. He has put himself into bed with whoever he thinks is most powerful and most likely to keep him in power, which is unfortunately a gaggle of right-wing extremists who are no different, fundamentally, from any other extremist, and who are using Judaism and Jews as a vehicle towards their own enrichment.
I guess what I'm saying here is that in a way, I feel sorry for the Israeli Jews who were told that Israel was the home they had always been promised, but were never told about the strings attached to it. And I wanted to make it absolutely clear that I will not hold with anyone who says that Jews, specifically, are to blame for Gaza, or any other antisemitic statements, because it is not a religious contention.
Oseh shalom bimromav hu ya'aseh shalom aleinu v'al kol yoshvei tevel. Palestine will be free and Jews will know peace again.
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"...Donnie opened up his hands and Ghost recognized the piece of pale purple cloth.
It was torn, just over the left eye hole, held together only by the knot in the back. He must have mutated with it on, tearing it apart..."
Ghost in the Shell by @bluepeachstudios (aka @amevello-blue) lives rent free in my brain, it has such a grip on my heart, and I ended up sketching this and coloring it over the course of like. A week lol. But gosh was it worth it, and so fun to work on. Thank you Ame for this amazing AU you created!
(The original sketch from my sketchbook, as well as a version colored with colored pencils, can be found under the cut!)
I haven't drawn any iteration of TMNT in almost 5 years - so sorry if this looks a little wonky, haha. I already struggle to draw hands and turtle hands don't make it any easier, but this was genuinely a lot of fun to work on!
(While working on this I. Also made a little mood playlist of songs that I thought fit Ghost, that's how strong the brainrot was. But I know Ame has an official playlist already haha - still, if anyone's interested I can always link my own playlist in a reblog!)
#tmnt#ghost in the shell#gits#tmnt crossover#tmnt fanart#fic art#fic rec#my art#tmnt 2003#rottmnt#donatello#ghost#donnie#tmnt donnie#tmnt donatello#tmnt ghost#ghost is living rent free in my brain i love him sooooooo much#teenage mutant ninja turtles
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Words of Advice - Part 2
Words of Advice – Part 2 (Finale)
Fic Summary: Months after being so spectacularly rejected by Lauren, Ralph finds his interests being drawn to the pretty new maid. Having no idea how to approach you, and not wanting to repeat mistakes of the past, he seeks advice from everyone and anyone who’ll provide it, which is probably not the wisest decision. (Part 1) Fics Masterpost.
Fic Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)
Pairing: Virgin Ralph/Female Reader
Warnings: Canon Divergent, It’s Not Unrequited Love They’re Just Idiots, Mutual Pining, Attempts at Flirting, First Time, Slow Build, Eventual Smut, Unprotected Sex
A/N: Thank you, thank you so much for all your wonderful comments!! Every reblog and reply made me smile like crazy. I loved writing these two. I also appreciate all the kind words on my post about taking time off. I still am, I just wanted to post this while I was in a good mood. Enjoy!
Ralph plans well into the evening.
The next morning, he awakens refreshed and ready to meet the day’s tasks. He knows Victoria will be busying herself with the party arrangements and the quartet will be practicing, so he’s sure he can move around relatively ignored.
It’s a highly developed skill of his.
The one snag in his plan is dinner preparations. You, along with the rest of the staff, are no doubt going to be moving between the kitchen and ballroom today. And Friday, you’ll be in the kitchen all day.
Ralph doesn’t want to be underfoot nor does he want you to see what he’s cooking for your date. He decides he’s going to slip into the kitchen later that evening once you’ve retired to your quarters. That way he can prepare everything in advance so when Friday comes, it’ll only need to be cooked. The timing will be tricky but he’s confident that he can handle it. There should be plenty of time to make a quick appearance at the party to be polite before he must hurry off.
Today he plans to make his bedroom guest ready. He’s never had a guest in his room and while he chose the location for discretion’s sake, he wonders if it may be too forward. He did not consider the implications until he was fast asleep, at which point he bolted upright with a wave of horror.
Aside from dining and polite conversation, he does not anticipate things progressing any further. He worries he might have given you the wrong idea. Then again, you had readily accepted with zero hesitation. Which means, if you did think Ralph was insinuating anything, you did not seem to mind.
If he dwells too much on that fact, his palms start to get sweaty. He tells himself you were most likely too polite to question him at that moment.
Being alone in his room with a woman, a beautiful woman who he’s absolutely over the moon for, makes Ralph nervous. If things were to progress like that, he has no idea how he’ll react or what he’s supposed to do. Is he ready for such a step? He’s well aware it is expected that one must wait until marriage. However, he’s not naïve enough to think anyone follows such a social rule. He’s been to enough parties to know better.
Ralph himself has not had the opportunity, nor desire really. He assumed he would once the right woman came along.
His thoughts drift to you, how close you stood when you fixed his shirt, how your hands almost brushed his neck while fixing his collar. He still thinks of the first time he shook your hand and those damn gloves that prevented him from feeling your palm on his. Should you wish to…proceed further Friday evening, he is becoming less sure that he’ll decline.
Ralph’s thoughts are spiraling and all his self-doubt starts to bubble to the surface. He takes a few deep breaths to push it down.
After the trouble he went through simply talking to you, he decides to figure it out when the time comes. There’s no way he’s going to ask for more advice considering how it led him astray before. Besides, the chances of any kind of seduction happening are fairly slim.
Truth be told, if he hadn’t already given you the invitation he might have given into anxiety completely and scrapped the entire idea. Maybe even started over from scratch. But it’s too late for that. He’s made a plan and he’s going to stick with it.
Ralph’s room is fairly large, with a sitting area that’s reserved for quiet contemplation and tea. The table is much too small for the dinner he has planned. So, when everyone is busy, he careful takes it out of his room and swaps it for the larger one in the downstairs sitting room. It’s cumbersome and a struggle to do on his own. However, he manages well enough.
Once he has it situated by the balcony doors, he opens them to see how the table looks framed. It’s good but now the chairs don’t match at all and he can’t have that.
Little by little, Ralph sneaks around the manor, carefully replacing bits and pieces from his room. The chairs are changed and the vase in the hall looks smashing on his dresser and the tablecloth is not fancy enough for what he has planned, and…the list goes on and on. By the time he’s fully satisfied with the setup, hours have passed and his room is certainly more upscale than it has been.
Ralph checks the time, realizing he needs to hurry if he’s going to get to the florist before they close. He slips his jacket and hat on but when he opens the door to his room to leave, he jumps and shouts as his sister stands there, hands on her hips.
“Ralphie, what are you up to?” she asks, eyeing him with suspicion just as she had when he and you first met.
“What? Nothing!” he declares, blocking her view into his room. “I’ve decided to go out for a stroll. It’s a lovely day and I’ve been cooped up inside for most of it.”
“Not to mention sneaking around the house swapping out furniture. What in blazes are you doing?”
“Some redecorating.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to.”
Victoria pokes him in the chest with her finger. “Ralph, you are hiding something. I can tell. I’m your twin. You know I can always tell when you’re lying.”
Ralph gasps with mock outrage. “Dear, sister. I would never—”
She pushes past him into the room, eyes widening at the massive changes. The moment she sees the setup, she spins around. Before he can react, she grabs his ear and twists it like she used to do when they were children. “Ralph, you tell me right now what you are planning!” she exclaims as he tries to swat her away.
“Alright, fine!” Ralph wrenches himself out of her grasp, adjusting his hat and rubbing his ear. “If you must know, I have a date on Friday.”
“A date?” she repeats, raising her eyebrow. “With whom?” Her eyes widen and she actually looks amused when she hits his arm. “Ralphie! Did you go behind my back and actually ask out our new maid? I’m surprised at you and a little impressed.”
Ralph blinks for a moment, stunned at what he’s hearing. “You’re not angry?”
Victoria waves a dismissive hand. “Of course I’m not. I have far too much on my plate to worry about you sneaking around with the help. Although…” She takes in the fancy set up and gives him a knowing smile. “I take it you have much more planned than laying down with her.”
Ralph sputters. “Victoria! I…it’s only a dinner date. There will be no laying down or…or anything of the sort.”
“Well, why not?! Lord knows you need it.”
“Sister, the things you say!”
“What? You know I’m right! Ralphie…” she takes his hands and forces him to look her in the eye. “I say this because you’re my brother and I love you. Please, please, do yourself a favor, and lay with that woman. It’ll do you a world of good.”
“I am…thoroughly confused. You said the other day there is to be no fraternizing with the staff.”
“It’s fine. That rule is mostly for Jason because he goes through them like underclothes. Besides, we have a full staff again so once you grow bored with her we can always hire another maid.”
Ralph does not appreciate his sister’s blasé statement or the assumption that this is a passing fling. While he admits his prior infatuation with Lauren doesn’t exactly disprove her thoughts, he finds it prudent to explain himself further.
“Victoria, this isn’t what you think,” he insists, following as she wanders the room and starts to touch and move things. He moves them back to where he wants them. “This isn’t some passing fancy. What I feel for her is unlike anything I have ever felt before. Sister—” He takes her shoulders and forces her to face him proper. “I plan to court her, officially.”
Victoria laughs. “Oh, Ralph, sometimes you have the most wicked sense of humor.” Ralph doesn’t laugh. His face remains earnest. “Wait…you’re serious? You actually plan on courting her?”
“Yes. I’ve already made my intentions known.”
“Oh.” Victoria sinks onto one of the chairs, ruffling the tablecloth as she does. Ralph fidgets before hurriedly fixing it back into place. “Well, then. This is certainly an interesting situation. You do realize that father might have something to say considering her social status.”
Ralph shrugs. “That doesn’t matter to me. It’s the ‘20s! I like to think we’re moving beyond social status. And if it matters to father, well, that’ll be his problem.”
Victoria’s eyebrows shoot up at his remark. “I’ve never heard you speak up against father in our entire life.”
“I think we both know he’s more interested in who you marry rather than who I marry. Besides, I was given some advice recently that I should slow things down and I am trying to do just that. Yes, it is a dinner date and yes, I will be formally courting her. But that is all I am focusing on at the moment.” He checks his pocket watch and swears. “Blast. Sister, I really must cut this short. I have flowers to pick up.”
Victoria raises her hands and gets to her feet. “Don’t let me stop you.” Together, they leave Ralph’s room but before they part in the hall, she touches his hand. “Ralphie…I’m proud of you.”
Ralph doesn’t think he’s ever heard his sister say she was proud of him before. She doesn’t wait for a response, only plasters on that enormous smile and goes back to her business. He wants to dwell and question, but really must get the flowers.
He manages to get to the florist in the nick of time. After another quick stop, he has everything he needs for a proper date. Arms full of roses, Ralph happily makes his way home. However, once he does, he finds it difficult to open the front door while balancing the flowers. He ends up having to ring the bell with his elbow. A second later the door opens and when Ralph sees it’s you he gasps.
“Close your eyes!” he exclaims.
You jump and immediately do as you’re told. “Why? What’s wrong?!”
“Nothing, I just don’t want you to see the flowers yet. They aren’t ready.”
Smiling, and still covering your eyes, you carefully back away, giving Ralph space to come into the house. There’s a lot of fumbling and apologies. He scoots around you, narrowly avoiding hitting you with the bouquets.
While he does, Ralph keeps his focus on you to make sure you’re not peeking. “I’m going to run upstairs. Don’t look until I tell you it’s clear.”
“Alright, Ralph, I won’t.”
“You promise?”
“Yes, I promise!”
Ralph stumbles a bit on the stairs but manages to climb them quickly. He keeps glancing over his shoulder but true to your words, you keep your eyes closed. Once Ralph gets to the top, he shouts down, “All clear!” Then bolts to his room.
He hurriedly puts the flowers down on the dresser. Glancing in the mirror, he adjusts his clothes to make sure he’s presentable. Seeing you has him desperate for conversation and he wants to catch you before you return to your duties. He’ll organize the flowers later.
In the sitting room, you’re starting a fire in the fireplace to ward off the chill of the evening. Ralph stands silently in the doorway, watching, entranced by the glow that graces your features. Victoria may be wondering about different social statuses, yet that’s the furthest thing from his mind. When he sees you, he doesn’t think of anything else, only how he might get you to smile at him again.
“I haven’t seen much of you today,” you say without needing to look. It’s like you’re aware of his presence, even though he hasn’t made a sound.
“I’ve been very busy.” When you stand, he excitedly rushes to your side. “I have so much planned for tomorrow. I cannot wait!”
You turn to face him, giving him a wide smile. “I also can’t wait. I’ve been driving myself crazy thinking about it all day!”
Ralph rarely has someone other than his sister sharing in his excitement, so to have this response from you has him vibrating. “Part of me wants to tell you everything and another part wants it to be a complete surprise,” he says. He grabs your hands, squeezing them tight. “Do you want me to tell you? Because I will if you really want to know!”
“Oh no. Um…oh dear, the temptation is strong, but, no, don’t tell me!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. I like surprises.” You glance down and it’s then that Ralph realizes what he’s done.
He’s touching your hands and this time you’re not wearing gloves. It’s like a wave of liquid magma rushes through his body, turning his cheeks bright red.
“Forgive me, I forget myself sometimes,” he says, reluctantly releasing you. He can still feel your warmth and his fingers flex involuntarily.
“I’m not complaining.”
There’s a lump in Ralph’s throat and he has to swallow past it before he can speak again. “While I have you alone, there’s something I wish to say. I did not realize what inviting you to my room for dinner might insinuate. Please know, I have no inappropriate thoughts or ulterior motives.”
You study him for a moment, still smiling, though there’s something else in your gaze that he can’t place. Your pupils have gone wide and he sees your lips part as you exhale slowly. You reach out to adjust his bowtie, though he had already fixed it before coming down to see you. It’s the blue one. He’s been wearing it since you told him you favored it.
“I understand,” you say, a lilt to your voice that does things to him. “But what if I do?”
Ralph’s mind goes blank. Unable to think or respond, he stands there with wide eyes, staring at you, unblinking. He couldn’t possibly have heard what he thought he heard.
“Beg your pardon?” he asks, his voice squeaking.
Before you can respond, Ralph hears the voices of the quartet coming this way. You hear them too. You give Ralph a smoldering look and brush past him to continue your duties. As you do, your fingers tweak the buttons of his coat, as you lean in to speak into his ear.
“I am most curious as to what you have planned for after dinner. And if you haven’t, I’m sure I can think of something to do.”
With that, you walk out of the room, leaving Ralph standing there speechless. Glancing down, he realizes your words and flirting has had a rather inconvenient side effect. He quickly swipes his hat off and covers himself a second before the quartet come in.
“Hey, Ralph,��� Horace says, being the only one to acknowledge him, per usual. “We’re about to have a drink and a game. Join us.”
“Thank you, but I must…be somewhere else.” He can barely get the words out before he shuffles out of the room.
But by now, you’re nowhere to be seen, which means he can’t ask if you were teasing or not. Ralph hurries up to his room instead. Once inside, he takes a few deep breaths and throws open the balcony doors. The cool night air feels wonderful on his overheated skin, yet isn’t enough to chase away the heat. He fans himself.
“Alright, it’s going to be alright. There is a distinct possibility something sexual might happen. But just focus on the dinner. That’s the most important bit. Do not think of her wonderful hands and how good they felt…oh lord, give me strength.”
Ralph is thoroughly aroused and is trying everything to ignore it. He refuses to service himself to thoughts of you. If he does, he’ll never be able to look you in the eye ever again.
He turns back to the bedroom and that’s when he remembers the haphazard way he put the flowers down. Perfect. A task to take his mind off things.
Ralph goes about setting the flowers in the correct locations throughout the room, shifting and adjusting things as he does. Yet, despite the distraction, his arousal persists. Even when he tries to think of disgusting or deplorable things, nothing.
His bedroom is as ready as it’ll ever be and as the hour turns late, he decides to go to sleep early. Tomorrow is a big day and hopefully resting will make his erection finally fade.
Ralph changes into his nightclothes, purposefully avoiding his situation, which is difficult to do when the lack of trousers provides momentary relief. He closes the balcony doors, turns off the lights, and climbs into bed.
Now. Sleep, he orders himself. Stop dwelling.
Easier said than done. Ralph soon realizes his mistake. Being in bed, in the dark, only makes him think of you more. The firelight danced in your eyes when you leaned in, and the memory of your breath on his ear makes him shiver.
No matter how long he tosses and turns, his erection doesn’t fade and he only hopes it's this persistent when you two become…intimate.
Sighing in defeat, Ralph rolls onto his back and stares up at the ceiling. His body certainly seems ready. And you made it abundantly clear you’re physically interested. Perhaps that’s why it’s difficult to ignore. Because now there is an actual person to think about, a woman who is attracted to him and is not afraid to say.
Does that mean you have experience? Are you expecting him to have some as well? He finds he does not mind the thought of you having known a man that way before. At least one of you knows what to do.
Of course, this brings a series of new anxieties. What if things do progress and he disappoints you? What if he can’t keep up? What if…?
That line of thought finally kills his arousal. Ralph’s read books and heard his fair share of stories to know the basics. However, there is a difference between theory and practice.
He falls into a restless sleep.
In the morning, he awakens to the smell of roses. His dreams had been filled with naughty images of you, conjured from the depths of his imagination. An imagination he thinks he may be putting to the test very soon. Glancing at the time, he’s bright and early. It suddenly dawns on him that in his distracted state the previous evening, he didn’t prep dinner!
Ralph bolts out of bed and practically throws himself into his closet, dressing in the first suit he can find. He is not going to let anything ruin his date. Yes, he is now going to be behind schedule but if he’s quick, he should be able to make up the time.
In the kitchen, Ralph finds he’s earlier than those who need to prepare breakfast. This is actually something he’s done a number of times. Some mornings, before everyone is awake, he’ll sneak to the kitchens and make bread or pie. Kneading dough always has a calming effect and helps him focus. Today is no different.
The recipes he plans to make are fairly simple but delicious. A small roast which he had chef gather from the market is seasoned and set aside for later. Then he gets to work on bread rolls. Those combined with the roast and fresh vegetables would be a perfectly wonderful dinner. He’d planned to make pastries but time is not on his side. So he settles for delicate finger cakes.
He works, quietly humming to himself as he does. The nerves and anxiety from the night before are a distant memory and when he’s finished prepping, and baking his cakes, he stashes the food away for later. He’s finishing up cleaning when the servants enter to begin their work.
You are not among them, surprisingly. Ralph doesn’t think much of it, though he is disappointed he doesn’t have a chance to see you.
The day goes on and despite the hiccup, Ralph is back on schedule. His suit is pressed and already laid out on his bed and his shoes have been polished. After finishing a few of the smaller details, he knows he must turn his attention to his sister’s party. Technically, he is also meant to host so he must not shirk his responsibilities. He takes his time bathing and shaving, then longer trying to style his hair just right.
When he’s ready, he seeks out Victoria to see what last minute preparations she may need his help with.
He cannot find her anywhere.
In the ballroom, the quartet are already on stage, having been practicing since the morning. He glances around, however, sees no sign of his sister. Or you, for that matter.
“Hey, Ralph! Looking sharp!” Horace says with a knowing smile.
“Thank you. Have any of you seen my sister?”
“Yeah, she went out shopping this morning,” Jason says. “Hasn’t come back yet.”
Ralph frowns. “That’s unlike her to leave the house when party preparations are still underway. What could she possibly be shopping for?”
Jason shrugs. “Dunno, bruv. Must have been planning to get a lot cuz she took that maid with her.”
“What maid?” Ralph asks, stepping into Jason’s space.
“Whoa, back up, man. The new one.”
His sister took you with her? Why would she do that?
As if on cue, Victoria glides into the room and greets them all with her brilliant smile. “Hello, my lovely friends. Who’s ready to get properly fucked up tonight?!”
The quartet cheers, but Ralph does not. He hurries over to his sister, grabbing her arm to pull her to the side.
“Ralph, be careful!”
“Victoria, what did you do? Jason said you took my date out shopping. Why—?”
Victoria jams her finger against his lips. “Hush, Ralphie! You needn’t worry. I didn’t do anything to your precious date. I simply knew what clothing she brought with her was not sufficient enough for a private dinner for two so I made sure she had something appropriate to wear tonight.”
“If this was some sneaky attempt to scare her off—”
“It wasn’t! I swear, I only took her shopping for a new dress. I would not sabotage the first chance you’ve ever had at a proper shag.”
Despite her crudeness, Ralph’s expression softens and he places a hand over his heart. “Aww, Victoria! You didn’t have to do that.”
“Of course I did!” she huffs, adjusting his jacket. “You are my baby brother and this is your first date. It should be perfect. Speaking of, the chef agreed to hang back and cook what you’ve prepared so you don’t need to rush. Just relax and enjoy the evening, wherever it may lead.”
If Ralph isn’t careful, he’s going to become emotional. Oh, who is he kidding? He already is. “Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it. Seriously. Do not tell anyone how generous I am. I’ll have to beat them off with a stick.”
With everything set and ready to go, there isn’t anything for him to do other than wait. Impatiently.
Time progresses. Afternoon turns to evening, and Victoria’s party gets underway. Ralph stays and mingles but his eyes are on his pocket watch, closely monitoring the time. At exactly eight forty-five, he downs his one glass of champagne he’s been nursing and ducks out of the ballroom.
Chef is loading the steaming meal onto a serving cart, quick to cover the plates to prevent them from cooling too quickly. The cakes Ralph made have been properly decorated with delicate frosting. Ralph takes the cart with a thank you and pushes it himself to the service elevator.
Once in his room, he sets the table, adjusts the lighting, and tries to still his racing heart. It’s here. After nearly two days of planning, Ralph is as ready as he’ll ever be.
At nine o’clock precisely, there is a knock on the door. He finishes lighting the candles in the center of the table and prepared himself to greet you.
Ralph inhales sharply. “This is what you’ve been waiting for. Woo her as if she’s never been wooed before! But also try to relax and not throw yourself instantly at her feet.”
Clearing his throat, he walks to the door and opens it.
You’re standing there, smiling shyly, and looking absolutely stunning. The dress Victoria picked out knocks the breath from Ralph’s lungs. The color and style do everything to highlight your features, skin tone, and body shape. And the plunging neckline has Ralph’s eyes wandering until he catches himself.
“Good evening,” he says with a wide smile. “You’re right on time.”
“I had to stop myself from being early.”
Ralph steps aside and extends his hand. “Please, come in.”
Just like the day you met, you slip past Ralph and he inhales the perfume that wafts by as you do. After closing the door, he offers you his arm, which you take with a laugh. Even though the table is only steps away, Ralph will not forget his manners.
He holds your chair out and once you sit, he hurriedly takes the seat across from you.
“Ralph, this is all so beautiful,” you say, looking around the room.
Of course, you notice the changes. They’re hard to miss. Proud of his work, he smiles brightly. “Thank you. But all this pales in comparison to you. You look absolutely stunning.”
You duck your head, looking down at your new dress. “Thank you. I was trying to decide what to wear when Miss Victoria burst into my room and dragged me to the stores.”
“Well, I think you look beautiful in everything,” Ralph says earnestly. “Was my sister too forward? She can be that way sometimes.”
You laugh. “Oh, I picked up on that quickly. It was actually a very sweet gesture. Truth be told, I wasn’t sure what she would think of us.”
Us.
Ralph has to stop himself from melting in his seat. Hearing you refer to the two of you as “us” sets his heart aflame. “I hope you are aware that the discretion that was required for today has to do with protecting your honor and job more than anything else. Victoria implemented a no fraternizing with the help rule.”
Your smile widens and you raise your eyebrow. Leaning on the table, you prop your chin in your hand. “Are you breaking the rules for me, Ralph?”
Oh, lord, is he in trouble if you keep looking at him like that.
“Well, I was but then Victoria found out anyway,” he says, trying not to let on how flustered he is. “And by then, I had already given you the invitation and made all the arrangements so I wasn’t going to throw away my hard work.”
Laughing, you sit back in your chair. “I’m glad you didn’t. This is honestly the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. And you look so dashing in that suit. You wear it well.”
Is he imagining it, or is there hunger in your eyes? Probably imagining it. Or you’re famished.
Suddenly remembering the meal, Ralph quickly takes the covers off your plates and gestures with a flourish. “Dinner is served.”
“This looks delicious.”
“Now, I must confess, Chef cooked the food but I prepared it,” he says, laying his napkin across his lap. “My intention was to cook the entire meal. I hope you do not think less of me.”
“I could never think less of you.”
Ralph’s face flushes at the compliment and he can’t help feeling pleased with himself. “The rolls are my personal recipe,” he boasts, not picking up his fork. He’s too busy watching you and waiting for you to take the first bite. “Normally, I would make pastries but unfortunately time was not on my side.”
“Maybe you can teach me how to make pastries for breakfast some morning.”
Ralph’s smile is so wide it’s hurting his cheeks. “It would be my pleasure.”
Your eyes light up when the fork slides into your mouth. Ralph tries to ignore the visual of your lips pressed together as you make a noise of delight. “Delicious.”
“Oh, good!” Ralph explains breathlessly, the tension leaving his shoulders.
As you two eat, music from the party drifts up through the balcony. The conversation and wine flows and Ralph wonders why he was so nervous in the first place. Your easy smile and interest in what he’s saying is evident by your earnest expression.
He is so used to people ignoring his ramblings or interrupting that he doesn’t know what to do when you don’t do these things. So he keeps talking, figuring you’ll stop him when you’ve had enough. He does make sure to ask you about yourself to avoid taking over the conversation.
Ralph finds he loves watching you speak just as you seem to enjoy when he does. He watches with rapt attention, unable to look away for even a second.
Dinner is finished and when the music suddenly changes to a slower tune, Ralph takes that as a sign. Standing, he offers his hand.
“May I have this dance?”
You accept with that smile he knows he’ll never get tired of.
Ralph pulls you in, though keeps a respectable distance between you. Your hand in his is warm and he revels in the softness. Being so close is intoxicating. He wants to pull you to his chest but lacks the bravery to do so. The two of you sway to the low music, the atmosphere charged with intimacy.
Unfortunately, he’s finding it difficult to relax all the way. His body tenses when the urge to hold you close grows stronger.
“Are you alright?” you ask, the hand on his shoulder rubbing comfortingly. “You’ve gone a bit stiff…and not in the fun way.”
Your sudden salacious joke takes him by surprise and he lets out something that’s between a nervous laugh and hysterical giggle. You laugh as well, and that tension dissipates.
“I am…conflicted,” he admits.
“About what, darling?”
Uh oh. You’ve called him a term of endearment. Chills go through him and he starts to feel hot under the collar.
“I want to hold you close,” he confesses. “However, I don’t want to seem inappropriate.”
The second he says this, you draw yourself closer to him, your chest pressed to his. “Is this better?” you ask, your voice dipping low.
Ralph can feel your warm breath brush his lips and he swallows thickly. “Y-Yes,” he says with an excited head nod. “Much better.”
The hand he has on your waist slides to rest on your lower back. Ralph’s forehead touches yours and he watches your eyes flutter closed. He follows your lead.
Ralph and you slow dance, lost in your own world. He thinks of nothing else but you. Your hand in his, your bodies touching, mouths so close yet not quite kissing. He wants to close the distance. He wants to kiss you for the first time.
He'd been so sure his nerves would get the best of him, sure he would keep his distance so as not to scare you off as he’s done in the past. Yet, none of that seems to be a problem. He’s gone out of his way to be himself and it’s led to this spectacular moment.
His eyes fly open as your lips touch his.
Ralph halts all movement, standing still from shock as you kiss him. Your arms sliding around his neck jolt him into reacting and his arms tentatively circle your waist. Lips trembling, Ralph kisses you back, closing his eyes once more and surrendering to the sensation.
Heat travels through every nerve in his body. The urge to kiss you harder, to hold you tighter, is strong but he tries to restrain himself, needing to take the time to savor everything about this. His mouth moves with yours and when your fingers toy with the hair at the nape of his neck, his knees practically become jelly.
Your lips part but you keep holding him close. “Was that alright?” you ask.
Ralph nods excitedly. “Yes, that was brilliant.”
“I really like you, Ralph,” you tell him. “And to tell you the truth, I was excited to get your invitation, but also very nervous.”
Ralph can’t imagine you being as nervous as he is. “Why?”
“Well…I’m a maid.”
Ralph doesn’t like the way you avert your gaze when you say that, as if you’re ashamed. He never wants you to feel ashamed of anything. But quickly you smile and meet his eye again.
“But I figured if that bothered you, you wouldn’t have asked. Also, your sister taking the time to take me shopping and get to know me put all that to rest.”
“I don’t care about social status,” Ralph says, tightening his arms to instinctively, as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away. “I only care about you.”
You lean in for another kiss and in his excitement, Ralph kisses back a little too forcefully, making you bend backward. You chuckle at his enthusiasm, which turns into a gasp when Ralph pushes his tongue passed your lips. He’s not expecting to do such a thing but cannot hold back any longer.
At the first brush of your tongue to his, his world explodes. It’s like something inside of him snaps and his kisses become urgent. Suddenly, the hardness of your body to his isn’t enough. He wants to feel your skin, wants to taste your smooth throat, wants to feel your hands on him.
Breaking away to catch his breath, Ralph pants as he stares into your eyes. He says your name, surprised at how low his voice comes out.
“I’ve never…” He pauses. “This is all new for me.”
“We don’t need to do anything you don’t want,” you say. “If you want to just kiss, that’s perfectly wonderful for me. If you want to do more—”
“I want to do more.”
You don’t hesitate to kiss him hungrily. Your hands push his jacket off his shoulders and he hurriedly shrugs out of it. As you pull him towards the bed, he steps out of his shoes, tripping over them in the process. Sitting on the bed, you drag him down to sit with you.
Ralph’s mouth is glued to yours, not wanting to part for even a moment. He feels your fingers work his bowtie free. A second later, the top buttons of his shirt are undone and your hand slides under the fabric. Feeling your fingertips along his collarbone does things to Ralph. He draws away because he has to look down, has to watch you touch him so he knows it’s real.
“I don’t know what to do,” Ralph says, eyes flickering up to yours. “But I want to experience all I can with you.”
“I want to experience you as well, Ralph.”
He cups your face and yanks you into a kiss. You grab his collar, pulling him down on top of you as you lay back. Having your body squirming underneath him awakens some slumbering beast inside. Ralph needs to touch all of you, needs to know what it feels like to have your skin gliding with his.
You undo the buttons of his waistcoat and then the rest of his shirt. He sits up to toss both aside. He had forgone an undershirt, thinking of your moment the other morning, so the moment the fabric is gone, your hands run up his bare chest and Ralph shudders. His face and chest are already flush red and his cock is hard as a rock, straining in his trousers.
There’s no hiding the erection. He’s lying on top of you, knowing you can feel everything. And when you raise your leg to brush the bulge, Ralph whimpers.
He kisses you, his hand tugging at your dress, pulling the hem up so he can slide his hand underneath. His palm finds your thigh and he squeezes in excitement. You move beneath him and he follows through, still kissing as both of you sit up so he can reach around to unzip you from your cloth prison.
The dress goes slack and the top naturally slips off your shoulders, leaving your breasts bare. Gasping for breath, Ralph breaks the kiss to stare shamelessly. His already racing heart feels like it’s hitting his ribcage. Your chest moves with your rapid breathing, nipples pebbled by the coolness of the room.
Cupping them, Ralph gives them a gentle squeeze which makes you inhale sharply.
You lay back and Ralph’s hands glide down your torso, leaving goose pimples in their wake. He takes the sides of your dress, dragging it the rest of the way off your body before he removes your shoes one at a time. You’re left in your underwear with no stockings which seems to scandalous to Ralph. He loves it. Soon even your underwear is discarded.
You sit up to reach for his pants. He kneels on the bed, looking down as you work the buttons free.
In his rush to underdress, he isn’t as graceful as he’d have liked. His leg gets caught in his trousers and underwear and he ends up swearing as he wriggles them down and off. You laugh, assisting where you can. When he manages to free himself, he doesn’t have time to be self-conscious. Besides, you’re already kissing him again, pulling him back down to lay on you.
Nothing could have prepared Ralph for feeling your naked body underneath his. The soft warmth draws him in, makes him excitedly grind himself between your legs.
“Give me your hand,” you say between kisses.
Ralph does and you lead it down, slipping between your bodies. When his fingers come in contact with your folds, he about jumps out of his skin. He has to watch your face, has to study your expression as you teach him how to touch you. He marvels at the petal-like softness, reveling when he feels wetness starting to spread.
“Is that—?”
“Arousal,” you gasp, letting him go. His hand continues, fingers eager in their exploration.
Ralph cannot believe he’s making you feel this way. As you throw your head back, his mouth latches onto your throat, kissing and sucking a wet trail up and down. His fingertips glide through your slit and up until he finds a soft nub. Curiously, he presses it and the reaction is immediate.
You moan loudly and one hand shoots up to grab the pillow under your head. Your body arches into his, so he presses again, moving his fingers in small circles.
Whatever he’s doing seems to be working because your moans are getting louder. His fingers are coated in your slick and his cock is throbbing, seemingly eager to feel the wetness as well. He’s too busy exploring, though. He wants to know what happens if he keeps touching you like this.
Your body freezes in place, your mouth falling open in an O of surprise. Seconds pass before you sink back into the mattress and Ralph draws his hand out.
“I take it that was good,” he says.
You give a breathless chuckle, giving him several drawn out pecks on the lips. “That was very good, Ralph. Not many men even bother to attempt getting a woman off.”
Ralph is right proud of himself. He can’t understand why someone would ignore making a woman react like that. It was absolutely erotic and empowering.
When he feels your hand worming between you, he all but mewls at your palm running along his neglected length. You wrap your fingers around him and start to stroke his throbbing length. He’s never thought about what it would be like to have someone else touching him. He always assumed it would be the same as him doing it himself but how wrong he was.
This is different in the best way. You’re touching him with the intent of making him feel good. You’re trying to focus on his needs and pleasure. He’s too overwhelmed to tell you how much he appreciates it. Instead, moans tumble out, which he imagines gives you the same impression as words would.
You maintaining eye contact with him makes it impossible to catch his breath. He feels like you’re studying him, like you’re trying to commit every expression to memory. He knows he’s trying to do the same to you. His mind reels with the different sexual acts he wants to do with you.
There’s just a small snag in his plan.
“If you keep doing that, this will be over embarrassingly quick,” he pants even as he thrusts into your fist.
You giggle, top teeth digging into your bottom lip. “But I love the face you make when I touch you.”
Ralph whimpers, burying said face into your neck. He says your name, half-begging, half-moaning. You stop stroking but before he can whimper at the loss, you run the tip of him through your folds. Ralph instinctively thrusts forward. He doesn’t realize he's sinking into you until he feels both your hands grabbing his hips. With a gentle tug, you encourage him forward and Ralph thrusts into you in one smooth movement.
Bloody hell.
Bloody fucking hell.
Ralph’s chests hurts and his head spins. Your hand strokes his hair. “Breathe, Ralph,” you say gently.
Ralph exhales, realizing that he is holding his breath. Drawing out, he pauses before surging back in and destroying any semblance of self-control he might have had. He grinds himself into the wet heat that is uniquely yours. Nothing, nothing could have prepared him for the addictive tightness. No book properly describes the clenching and fluttering of your walls around him.
Your mouth finds his and as you wrap your legs around his waist, you moan his name. Hearing it drives him mad, makes him thrust and grind harder, kiss you more.
Ralph feels alive.
He’s always loved and lived freely. But never like this. Deep down, he knows he wouldn’t have felt this way with anyone else. It’s not just the act of sex, it’s the act of making love to you that is driving him completely insane.
His hips move on their own, his body shaking from need and exertion.
Ralph has to look at your face. He has to see the pleasure to know it’s real. Eyes closed, you are completely lost in the sensation and he absolutely adores the unabashed way you surrender yourself to him.
He’s close. It’s not ideal that he cannot last longer this first time. He wishes he could. He wishes he could stay inside you forever.
At the last moment, he draws out. Pulling back, he reaches down to finish himself off with his hand, unable to look away as his release decorates your beautiful folds. It’s like a primal stake of claim. Like he’s marking you as his, which he scolds himself for. You could never belong to anyone, let alone him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice reminds him of that special nub. He presses his thumb to it, quickly glancing up at you as you shout his name. After several hard rubs, you’re coming undone again, louder than before.
Spent and satisfied, Ralph collapses on the bed next to you, struggling to catch his breath. He stares at you with wide eyes, loving the beautiful serene smile that you send his way when you come back to yourself.
“Alright there, darling?” you ask.
Ralph has so many things he wishes to say. They all tumble around in his mind, scrambling to be the first thing out of his mouth. However, what does come out is, “Can we do that again?”
You give a breathless laugh, reaching over to cup his cheek and press his head to yours. “You’re so adorable. Yes, Ralph, we can definitely do that again.”
Excitedly, Ralph rolls over and kisses you. You make a noise of surprise and he slips his tongue into your mouth, tasting greedily. Now that he’s got the hang of it, he’s able to act quicker.
“Didn’t…know you meant…now,” you say between kisses.
Ralph quickly pulls back. “Is it too soon? Bollocks, I knew I was going to mess this up by being over-eager.”
“No, no, it’s wonderful,” you assure him. “I am absolutely ready to keep going. Men tend to need more time to recover.”
Ralph puffs his chest proudly. He grabs your hand, being the one to guide this time as he has you touch him. “You will find I have excellent stamina,” he boasts, watching your eyes widen as he starts to twitch with excitement. He’s not going to tell you his quick bounce back has to do with years of masturbation, figuring it’s more impressive if he doesn’t explain.
You swiftly push him onto his back, straddling his body.
“Be careful, Ralph,” you warn with a wolfish grin. “A girl could fall in love with you if you keep treating her so right.”
“I’ve already got a ring for when you’re ready.”
Laughing, you lean down to capture his lips. He kisses back, cradling the nape of your neck. He knows you think he’s joking so he leaves it at that. You don’t need to know about the quick run to the jeweler’s before he grabbed the roses. And you certainly don’t need to know about the engagement ring that sits in the drawer of his nightstand.
You’ll learn soon enough.
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Lowkey I started making a comic already about this (not posted yet, nor will it be posted on this account, but about 18 pages of sketches done)
I just wasn’t sure if you’d allow me to post it rip. Let me know if you wanna see it cuz I really need the motivation to continue it ^^
Literally this is gonna have a couple of interesting perspectives on your writing which in itself is pretty fuckin awesome!!
I would love to see it! I love seeing how people interpret my written scenes into visuals. If I were a better artist, I would attempt it but I found my true love in written storytelling lol.
This is also a PSA to anyone who's drawn or created anything based on my works. You have my full permission to post! I just ask that you let me know so I can reblog them. I try to reblog all the ones I see so don't be afraid to pop in my messages to drop a friendly "Hey, you missed me."
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neat great okay so. i've been trying to give my mom money towards bills and things (i live with her) on top of covering things like the phone bill and internet, and that's already been hard to give her like anything after i pay those and my own bills, car payment, etc... THEN she had to spend $2,500 on some emergency expenses that i won't share because that's her business, but she had to max out at least 1 credit card (to my knowledge) and dig into her savings much more than she should have to, so now more than ever I want to be able to help her out more, she's helped me so many times in the past, it's the least i can do.
This is further complicated by my debit card that's with the bank that I have a credit card and my car loan with got over drawn by just small things multiple times, and I don't even get why those things were charge to that card (it's not the debit card i primarily use anymore bc this bank has been pissing me off, for reasons you might be able to guess, so I didn't have much money in there) so i got charged the overdraw fee of $30 multiple times so now i'm in the negative by almost $130, which makes it a lot harder for me to pay the credit card bill and car loan to that bank (total due between both bills is about $160). I've also fallen behind on a couple bills in general during the last month-ish, since i really don't want to ask my mom for help when I should be the one giving HER money. I'm kind of in between jobs right now, still doordashing/doing uber eats and stuff when i can, but i've been working on transitioning to a new job, so i'm not making as much right now because i'm not making much money while i work on trainings and things for the new job...
I've been trying really hard to just do shit on my own and not ask for any help from anyone but obviously that hasn't worked well for me lately, so attached are screenshots of the different payment apps that i have.
I also have a doordash referral code that would get me a $900 bonus and you (the person being referred) $600, but that's specifically for the Minneapolis, Minnesota/twin cities and surrounding areas. If you're interested in that, shoot me an ask (off anon!) or message.
Anything helps, whether it's a donation or a reblog. Thank you.
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Do you still do monster requests? How about a non castlevania vampire? Like how do they meet & what are their dates like?
Ask: Do you still do monster requests? How about a non castlevania vampire? Like how do they meet & what are their dates like?
A/N: Hell yeah I do! Let’s get this monster business on the road!
Oh and PLEASE REBLOG! Likes are great, but they don’t get my work out there. So I’d really appreciate any and all reblogs you’d be willing to give me.
Gen!Vampire x Reader Headcanons
So you know vampires, no matter the universe, are like absolute drama queens. (Seriously, you’re literally not allowed to become immortal unless you agree to develop a flair for the dramatic.)
That being said, the same old thrills can get boring when you experience them again, and again, and again. So I’d imagine you’d meet somewhere quiet, somewhere very muted and unassuming.
Maybe in the corner of a quaint little bookstore, or a particularly quiet exhibit of a local museum. They see you, minding your business, and immediately feel drawn to you.
They’d introduce themselves, and maybe even offer some knowledge about the piece you’re looking at. If it’s a book, perhaps they share an exciting but mostly unknown fact about the author. If you’re at a museum, it’s about the painter/sculptor, etc. - you get the gist.
If you offer an interesting fact in return, oh boy, are they immediately hooked. Most of the time people just kind of politely nod and wait for them to stop talking, but there you are, actually appreciating what they have to say and engaging with them! (It’s been a really long time since someone has sincerely done that.)
The two of you chat for what seems like hours but is probably only minutes. At the end of your conversation, it’s obvious they don’t want you to go. If you offer your number to them first, they’re even more pleasantly surprised/impressed with you. And if you're on the shyer side, don’t worry- they have no qualms about giving you their number. (No like they literally hand you a business card with their name and landline number on it. Who uses landlines anymore??? Maybe that’s clue number one.)
Anyway, enter the talking stage: arguably the vampire’s most favorite stage since they have A LOT to say/reminisce about and hardly anyone to ever tell it to. You spend a lot of time just TALKING to one another. Not even like, romantic, talking at first. It’s all just basic stuff: your likes and dislikes, your hopes and dreams, and your ideas for the future. They’re so old-fashioned and well mannered, that you assume everything is platonic - that you’re just becoming best friends. That is until they ask you out on a proper date.
Later, you ask them why it took so long to cut to the chase. Their answer: “Would you prefer to be courted by a total stranger?” You’re like: ‘That’s literally what dating is tho…’
For your date, they’d probably prefer somewhere more private, but accessible enough to where you still feel as if you’re safely in public. They know a lot about them can be intense- from their very spellbound gaze to their almost obsessive interest in you- and they don’t want you to feel suffocated, as if there was no way out.
If the first couple of dates go well, they turn it up a notch. They wine and dine you, and make you feel like the most important person alive. Which, to them, you probably are. No experience is too much or over the top. I mean, you name it: skydiving at sunset, a picnic on an empty golf course under the stars, going to Vegas or Paris on a moment's notice- they’ve probably already done most of these things before. But of course, that time is nothing compared to the experience they share with you.
You’ll very likely get swept up in this whirlwind romance, and start to plan your future around them, assuming they want the same. This is where things can get a little tricky depending upon your situation and what it is you’re ready for commitment-wise.
Some vampires probably don’t mind as much if you’re ‘the one’- because when you live for an eternity, ‘the one’ becomes impossible to find. However, that doesn’t necessarily mean all vampires are unromantic. While most are pragmatic and practical there are the occasional ones driven by love and lust alone. (If you catch the attention of one of them, you can bet you're in for a rollercoaster ride of emotions.) More often than not though, they keep you at a smart, but still romantic distance until they believe they can trust you with their secret.
At this point, you’ve probably been to each other’s places, maybe even met some of each other’s friends. (I think as to whether or not you’ve been intimate together depends on how convincing your vampire’s human persona is because if they’re not keeping a good enough masquerade in the beginning, how are they going to convince you that their super low body temperature is actually just a weird genetic thing?)
When they finally confess what they are to you: your reaction means a lot to them. Whatever you say/do, they are going to internalize to the max. It’s okay if you don’t believe them right away- they don’t mind showing you proof now. Whether it’s their fangs or their superspeed or strength, they’re happy to show off. Their main concern is if you’re afraid of them, or reject them because of this.
If you’re okay with it (after taking the time to process it all internally), they’re thrilled! I mean, like for the first time in a hundred years, they finally-fucking-feel-something-again thrilled! They can’t wait to just be themself around you! No more, ‘I already ate’ or ‘I sunburn easily’- they can just be with you. It’s the kind of love you’re lucky to get once in a lifetime, much once in many lifetimes.
If you do reject them, they’ll be hurt, but ultimately understand. If you’ve managed to form a solid bond otherwise, I don’t think they’d erase your memories or hypnotize you into forgetting what they just said. However, if they have reason to believe you’d run and tell everyone else, they wouldn’t hesitate to make you forget their little, um, confession.
But I also think if they really loved you, and just couldn’t let you go, they wouldn't break up with you, oh no. They’d keep you from finding out the truth while continuing to pursue and further your relationship together. And each time you get suspicious, they’d tell you the truth again and again, before erasing your memory if your reaction is still, shall we say, disagreeable.
I mean, after all, time heals all things, right? And darling, they have all the time in the world.
#monster imagine#monster x reader#monster x gender neutral reader#vampire imagine#vampire x reader#exophilia imagines#exophilia x reader#monster#hc
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🗣 ALIZEA+ cylion
Remember a couple of days ago when you were like reblog the meme, I’m gonna send them. And I was like lol no >:)
I GUESS you win.
[doc if you need it]
Send me a (🗣️) + two muses on my blog, and I’ll make them have a conversation whether they know each other or not!
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Ailzea does not always remember his dreams, in fact if anyone were to ask him in the waking world he would likely insist that he doesn’t have any at all. But this dream is different, as though the dream itself or an entity within is aware that it is a dream, and so the lucidity leaked out to him in turn.
Nothing particularly interesting is happening in the dream, he sits in front of the brightly colored mural that lines a portion of his property staring at his hands. It is strange that his hands are empty, surely his subconscious would build something to put into them.
He does not like that his hands are empty, but he does not move to change that. A part of him is not sure that he could move even if he wanted to.
The world is foggy around him, the fog partially obscures the non-descript mural that he has seen one hundred times, and time and space fold around each other and run together like a thick oobleck. If thought goes into dreams, the architect of this one did not put in that much effort.
Suddenly the priest is not alone anymore, joined by a winged troll that seems to materialize out of the fog. A yellow blood, also dressed in priestly garb, one of his eyes glows a brilliant blue.
The pair stare at each other in silence for an eternity.
When it becomes clear that the yellow blood is not going to break that silence, Ailzea elects to speak.
“Do I have business with you?”
“You do not.”
“Is this a social visit, then?”
The stranger says nothing as he moves closer to the seated priest, he seems largely uninterested in the interaction that he himself initiated, letting his gaze linger on his own nails.
Ailzea finds himself drawn to the left eye, shining so vividly among a background that feels like a poorly constructed memory. He thinks that he must be the aforementioned lazy architect.
“I will take that as a yes,” he says as he shifts over to make room for the stranger to sit. “What is your name then, my child?”
He sits and the tip of one of his wings brushes against Ailzea’s hand. The tickle causes his fingers to twitch.
“My name is Cylion,” he finally answers as he crosses his legs. “Cylion Lefera.”
Both men speak in soft tones, but his words crash into Ailzea like a truck. Though his face would never betray him, anxiety takes root in his stomach.
Lefera is a name that he has not heard in quite some time. A part of him hoped he might never hear it again.
“Lefera.” He echoes.
“I want to know what you did to my father.”
Ailzea’s fingers twitch again.
“Your father.”
“I am certain that you are familiar with him.” There is frustration building in his tone as he comes face to face with the fact that he may just not have the right amount of patience for this interaction.
Ailzea nods slowly.
“So, what did you do to him?”
“Nothing worse than what he has done.”
“This is a non-answer.”
“I have killed and returned your father twice.”
Cylion’s wings twitch, he is already agitated. Ailzea thinks he looks even more like his ancestor when he wears his anger.
He says nothing.
“You’ve killed hundreds of trolls!” He raises his voice, but not by much, while exasperation flexes both sets of his wings. “That didn’t turn them into monsters that lose the functions of their body parts, that lose themselves in fits of rage!”
The fog that surrounds them begins to tinge an insidious purple color, the young priest seemingly manifesting the very same rage.
“My child, this is the first I am hearing of his deterioration. Though I am sorry that this is the case, I have nothing to do with it. I did nothing to your father,” Ailzea starts to explain as the world around them becomes consumed by the fog. He can barely see the troll a few feet in front of him. “But he was always a slave to his aggression.”
“This is not helpful.”
“I know.”
Cylion pinches the bridge of his nose and growls in frustration.
“I am sorry I could not be more helpful.”
Abruptly, Cylion stands and scoffs, much of him is now obscured by the fog.
“Perhaps we can talk about this in the waking world.”
“Not a chance.” He spits back with venom.
Ailzea nods his understanding.
“I will not be remembering this dream, will I?”
“Of course not.”
They make direct eye contact and Cylion is fully engulfed, only the blue light from his eye lingers behind.
Ailzea wakes with a start, but settles back into the bed, the weight of his children wrapped around him rooting him to it. A thick fog clings to his brain as he tries and fails to remember something important.
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sharp like a knife (under the table)
I'll reblog some information in a second. It has been much too long since she's been spoken about. And it certainly wasn't like this.
It was common knowledge in Lanying’s family that the Huns had a spy. There was simply too much that they knew, too many weaknesses they had perfectly hurt.
The issue then became where was the spy now. Her mother doubted the spy had been caught and taken to the Isle with the rest of the Huns, what's the point of a spy if they are stuck with the same information as everyone else. But then where did they go? What information are they storing, waiting for the return of their people?
She pushed the thoughts out of her head. There wasn’t any room for distraction, not when she was visiting the Isle.
Lanying had been called in for an assessment of what Mal had called the Crimson Army which was essentially an alliance between the Huns and the Queen of Hearts. A most dangerous alliance. Ben would’ve preferred her brother but considering Xiaobo was gathering intelligence through the veneer of a tour that wasn’t happening anytime soon.
“Lonnie. I know you went to the Isle before to get Ben back, but this is gonna be different. We are dealing with the people no one wants to anger on the Isle.”
“I get it Mal. I’m gonna be fine. I know how to handle tough people.”
Mal stared at her, long and hard, analyzing whether she had made the right choice trusting her. That choice was still unknown. But the Empire needed to know if they were still a threat.
Mal guided them through the street, taking the to a run down building with all sorts of symbols drawn or etched into the walls. A neutral meeting place if she had to guess. Walking through the halls it was clear this place had seen a few fights, deep scratches in the walls and barely patched holes. Mal stopped in front of a door, giving both her and Ben a stern look, as if reminding them what they needed to know.
Lonnie didn’t need the reminder.
Inside was a long meeting table, scratches and stab wounds covering the wood, and a lone girl sitting at the head, waiting for them. She was short, long black hair pulled slightly back, chinese descent, with a scar maring down her left cheek. It was bold for her to be alone, showed confidence, she knew she wouldn’t be touched. Or perhaps she wasn’t alone. Glancing up, Lanying saw a figure in the rafters, barely visible, only a dash of crimson could be seen in the dim lighting.
“I see the little snake has deigned herself worthy of stepping back on the Isle. And to set up a meeting with me. What do you want with the army?”
“Always a pleasure, Huang. Straight to business as usual.”
“I have an army to help run. I don’t need to sit and chat about irrelevant nonsense.”
She was remaining strong, knowing the importance of being here. Otherwise she would have sent someone else in her stead. Interesting.
“I’m sure you know who King Ben is but let me introduce you to Lonnie Li. Mulan’s–”
“What’s your real name, little Li”
“Li Lanying,” She studied the face of the other, determining her position. “General.”
Mal glanced at her, unaware that she had any other name. Foolish of her really.
Huang hummed, before gesturing for them to continue.
“As you may know, we are getting people off the Isle. Did you have anyone you wanted to send?”
“It’s a package deal. All or none of us. We aren’t that foolish.”
“So this meeting was useless.”
“I’m not sure what you were expecting. You already knew what my answer was going to be.”
“Well thanks for wasting our time.” Mal threw the door open and rushed out of the room, Ben quickly following after her.
“There’s the Mal I’m familiar with. I hope this was informative to you, Lanying.”
“It was. It certainly was, Huang.” She let her mask drop, not being Auradon’s Lonnie for a second, but being her parents' child. The warrior she was raised to be.
Turning, Lanying left the room, but not far. The rafter hider was sure to come down once she left. And right she was.
“She was doing threat assessment.”
“I wonder what she found. Stick to the shadows Anhe, we don’t need the Facliler’s getting the wrong idea about their ‘Lilianne’.”
“I’ll see them leave. No use wasting such an opportunity. I’ll see you at home to debrief. Baba will need to hear about this.”
Lonnie quickly left, moving silently as she was taught many years ago. No need to get caught after finding out as much as she did. Meeting back up with the couple at the door, Ben was calming Mal down.
“She was rilling you up on purpose, don’t let it get to you, Mal.”
“She’s just a bitch. Why would she agree when she hates wasting time? It doesn’t make sense. Smug little bitch thinks shes everything because she runs the biggest force on the Isle.”
Maybe because she did get something out of the meeting. Information about the King and how Auradon is run.
“She’s Shan Yu’s daughter. She didn’t even earn her position, just inherited it from dear old daddy. Whatever lets just go, you two.”
Lanying doubted that Huang didn’t earn it. Nothing was given for free, certainly not military titles. She mulled over the information she had gotten as they made their way back to the car. It was only as she was getting in did she see a flash of crimson along a rooftop.
Shan Anhe was certainly good at her job.
#disney descendants#sals isle lore#ben descendants#mal descendants#li lonnie#lonnie descendants#shan huang#shan anhe#lilianne song#the crimson army
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what (human) social media do you think the hexaquad uses/is on. Because personally I think Luz is weird and bi enough that she would use tumblr and completely commit to the goncharov bit
Luz absolutely uses tumblr as her primary socmed and she has an intimate relationship with the nature of its insanity. She's the one the others ask when they stumble across an utterly incomprehensible meme and Luz will be like "Okay so basically the origin of eeby deeby is--"
She has two blogs. One for art and one for reblogs/fandom/shitposting. She used to have a twitter but she deleted it some time during the Thanks to Them montage because she was dealing with too much bullshit to tolerate the cesspool. She has an Instagram that she uses exclusively for posting art.
Oh and ao3. How could I forget ao3?
I feel like Amity is completely uninterested in human social media. Out of all the kids, she's the only one who didn't really find a specific hobby/interest during her time in gravesfield. She's already got a pensta and she likes how it's tailored for witch society. She'd have no interest in Instagram or twitter or shit like that. BUT she would absolutely go apeshit once she discovers the Good Witch Azura fandom in the Human Realm. (Literally NOBODY back home even knew what those books were.) She doesn't understand the memes and shitposts or general culture but Amity would absolutely have a fandom specific tumblr. She mostly just reblogs from Luz. An ao3 too of course <3
Willow used pensta for general teen reasons like selfies and socializing with her friends before she came to Gravesfield but now that she's developed an interest in photography? Oh that girl's account is gonna get such a glo up. She'd have an Instagram too. She actually becomes pretty popular on both accounts. Not ✨️Influencer✨️ status but she's gained quite a following of humans and witches alike.
I like to imagine that she also has a Pinterest. Idk she strikes me as somebody who'd enjoy collecting aesthetic pics and making boards. For the same reason she also has a tumblr that's mostly aesthetic with the occasional feral little reblog like this thrown in
Gus is a tiktok kid!!! Gus is SUCH a tiktok kid!!! I could also see him having a YouTube channel where he posts deranged little vlogs (in this universe Gus13 does not exist or its after it happened and only adds more fuel to the fire.) A twitch too maybe?? I could see him streaming. Basically I just think Gus would be drawn to all the video-focused social media.
I think he'd have a twitter too where he tweets his insane little thoughts and it actually blows up in popularity because people think it's a parody account.
Also....he would read Wikipedia religiously and eventually get banned from making his own edits.
Ok ok ok ok I think it would be so funny if Hunter got his penstagram account back in ASIAS, got so excited about finally having a regular teen experience but after a year or so once he's become well acquainted with pensta culture he's like "Well. This sucks."
So basically
Back when Hunter got a scroll, he followed Willow and that was that. He never followed anyone else. He has never posted anything. He can't even be convinced to follow any more of his friends. Not even Gus. He has notifications on for when Willow posts. He pops in to like them and then he fucks off again. People have forgotten that Hunter even has an account.
But when it comes to human socmed OHHHHH....
I want to say he has a devianart. But I'm not sure because I'm pretty sure that devianart is a husk of its former self. So he probably just has a tumblr. Hunter has not yet learned that you can make seperate blogs for all your different interests so his blog is a cluttered mess of his whole autistic self Cosmic Frontier brainrot, wolves, anime, the occasional embroidery pics that Willow tags him in.
Also he would be on neopets.
BONUS CHARACTERS:
Camila is on Facebook and Instagram. Also after the events of the series she gradually begins to rediscover the Cosmic Frontier message boards she used to frequent back when Manny was still alive. They brought back memories of her grief for the longest time but she's beginning to once again embrace her love for the series. She's even reconnected with some old online friends <3
Vee would have all the Normal Human Teenage Girl Social Media. She mostly uses twitter, Instagram and Pinterest. She also stays active on Facebook just to like her mom's posts.
Mattholomule would use reddit. Don't disagree with me I'm right.
#sorry for giving so many of them tumblrs#theyre gay and autistic what else am i supposed to give them
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why i love the sentiadrien theory.
(NOTE: this isn't a list of reasons why i believe the theory's true, i know that's already been talked about and debated a lot. these are just reasons i think it's a good twist in the story.)
it has the potential to be so powerful for adrien's character arc. whenever he finds a way to free himself, whether that's by getting a hold of his own amok, or even figuring out how to destroy his connection to it (personally i love the foil-miraculous theory so im rooting for the concept of a cool upgraded cataclysm), it'll be so meaningful as a symbol of overcoming abuse and finding freedom. ESPECIALLY if that comes in the image of using the power of destruction he was given to cataclysm his metaphorical shackles just like how he's cataclysmed physical cages and walls so many times throughout the show. just. the SYMBOLISM. chefs kiss
whenever mari/ladybug finds out about this, hopefully we'll get to see her go all Fierce Protector Mode to defend adrien/chat and encourage him that he's still an amazing and valid person (please?? this would be so cute????)
also since marinette, who holds the miraculous of creation, is known for her bravery, agency, and creativity- traits adrien as a senti never had a chance to have growing up- it gives more reason to root for her and adrien's relationship. she can help him heal, bring out his humanity and grow into himself. if that makes sense?? i read a rlly cool meta on this once but i forget who wrote it:(
it gives a meaningful reason for emilie's death. the plot of the show literally wouldn't exist if not for emilie dying (or falling into a coma if that's what you prefer), and it would be a bit anticlimactic to find out that the reason she died was because she just wanted to create, idk, robot assistants or a pet dog or something. whoever emilie created, she DIED for them, and so imo it only makes sense that the being she created was adrien, her child.
sentimonsters are such a good metaphor for abuse. since the show's for kids, it's hard to talk blatantly about heavy topics like abuse, but this lets them deal with it in a kid-friendly way. and i know this has been discussed already, but i don't think that using a magical metaphor lessens the gravity of the issue at all. as i saw someone point out, miraculous has always been a show that uses magical metaphors (akumas, superhero disguises, you name it) to talk about real-life issues both kids and adults deal with, and personally i think that's really beautiful.
it just..... honestly makes the show so much more interesting/dark/angsty???? in a way that's chillingly unexpected, but also makes so much narrative SENSE looking back on it, which i think we can all agree is the best kind of plot twist. personally as much as i love the lighthearted funny parts of the show (i do!!!), i've always been drawn to the contrast of its more tragic, epic-scale side (especially since seeing cat blanc aka my favorite episode lol). IM NOT EVIL I JUST LIKE PAIN, OK
all the potential for angsty fanarts/fics/other fanworks. i've seen quite a few of these but i know there's also a lot more out there i haven't seen yet, and i just love all the concepts that fans are exploring because of this theory.
sentimonster jokes/memes are hilarious sorry. but not really sorry because i am 1000% sure adrien "i-cope-with-my-problems-with-humor" agreste will be TOTALLY on board the jokes too once he gets over the initial shock/existential horror/etc
ok i think that's all i have off the top of my head but if anyone else thinks of more reasons plz reblog and add on!!! let's get some more positivity for this show's writing and for our senti cat child because he sure deserves it <333
#ml#sentiadrien#sentimonster theory#adrien is a sentimonster#ml sugar#ml theory#ml meta#pro sentiadrien#mine#miraculous ladybug
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this is fully hitting the wasp's nest so if you don't post it, i get it but like...i wish more of fandom was open to interacting with the material as presented than forcing into their preferred narratives. I like imodna as a concept. I've been interested in it since c3e1 and I'm intrigued to see where it may or may not go. But I would absolutely rather read your takes after an episode than the imodna fans because you're not trying to force every character action so its fit a specific narrative
Hey anon!
I really appreciate this! I hope you don’t mind me using it as a jumping off point to talk about a lot of general fandom response thoughts that have been percolating for a while, but I do want to answer you specifically which is that I’m incredibly grateful you told me. I do this too! I like to follow people who have different favorite characters or ships but who are engaging thoughtfully with canon. I genuinely have a much, much better understanding of Veth, whom I always liked but often struggled to get, because over time I've followed a number of people for whom she was one of their favorites and who write good meta about her.
With that said, people can engage how they want! It’s entirely valid to interpret things through shipping goggles/only watch because you want two characters to kiss (and you can want them to kiss for no reason other than "it would be gay”), or to like or dislike characters based on surface details. It’s just that like…to me, meta based on canon, or talking about the narrative and themes is saying “this is what I see, and I’m explaining it to you in the hopes that you can understand what I see, even if you don’t see it the same way” and shipping goggle interpretations are, ultimately, preaching to the choir. Like, honestly, I was never terribly into it, but I gave Imodna a shot! It hasn’t delivered on anything that specifically interests me and I’m more invested in other relationships for them right now. I'm also still open to things happening in canon in the future that would change my mind. But I'm not personally interested in forcing them to be together at all costs. Honestly, even for things I really, really ship, I never feel that way, because in the end I'm more interested in watching a story.
This could be a whole treatise - honestly the starting point for a lot of these thoughts is that masters’ thesis on toxic fandom behaviors w/r/t shipping that went around - but I’ll keep it relatively short here and if anyone wants me to elaborate on anything here, they can ask.
Basically, as I said above, there are lots of different ways to engage with the text, and the vast majority are valid, but looking at the canon and writing about conclusions drawn from it, or even writing fic that is deeply based in canon and makes smart extrapolations from it, are a way to make your own feelings about the text accessible to others. Saying “I think Blorbo 1 and Blorbo 2 should kiss with tongue” is not. It’s just as genuine and valid to say! I take it in good faith that the speaker truly wants Blorbos 1 and 2 to kiss with tongue! But If I don’t already agree, it’s not going to convince me because it’s not an argument. And, to be honest, if that’s a really common fandom feeling, and I don’t particularly care for Blorbo 1 and Blorbo 2’s dynamic, I might write about the limitations I see in it from canon (on my own blog, to be clear, not as a reblog or anything obnoxious like that). And, if I do that, I don’t mind if someone looks at what I wrote, and says “anyway, I think Blorbo 1 and Blorbo 2 should kiss with tongue”, and continues along their way, and ignores or blocks me and finds like-minded people! I only mind if they start directly engaging with me with the intent of convincing me, without putting in the effort to provide arguments tailored specifically to me. And even then…does it matter if I don’t want Blorbo 1 and Blorbo 2 to kiss with tongue? I don’t have any more control over this happening or not happening in canon than you do.
I think there are two big reasons why discourse can get so fraught and vicious. The first is that I think a lot of people who aren’t writing in terms of narrative, canon, and argument have very personal feelings about characters, which is good and valid! But they then see a dislike of that character as a dislike of them, which isn’t actually true, both because what makes a good character or interesting ship is not the same as what makes a good real-world person or healthy relationship (insert Anna Karenina line here); and because one person’s dislike of a character can be for different reasons than why someone else relates to the character (eg: the reasons I didn’t vibe with Molly were because he was often flaky and manipulative. If you relate to Molly but it’s because you’re genderfluid and do circus acrobatics and tarot readings, then our feelings are not in contradiction; we’re just responding to different things about him). I also think some people see a preference for one character over another, even if the person expressing the preference likes both characters, as an attack on their favorite. That, to be honest, is just really stupid and they should work through that.
The second, and this is where this does get more judgmental, is that I think that sometimes, people who are responding to surface things or relatability attempt to make arguments that inappropriately co-opt the language of social justice (not that it’s inappropriate to use social justice language when apt in fandom, but like…keep it systemic and about patterns), or which are inconsistent. To use an example, during Campaign 2, I remember receiving two different anons, one in which someone basically said “funny how Essek is granted the grace that Astrid never is; fandoms hate women”; and one in which someone said “funny how Astrid is granted the grace that Essek never is; fandoms hate characters of color”, and the real answer is that Astrid and Essek are very similar but do have key differences and if the criticisms of Astrid or Essek are rooted in misogyny or racism, respectively, then that’s worth pointing out, but I think it’s really unhealthy and unkind to assume people don’t like something because they’re bigoted (and indeed, this demonstrates a no-win situation with two characters each of whom is a member of an oppressed group, so that no matter whom people prefer you can always make this accusation, which means it’s meaningless without evidence.) And, if someone says in your inbox “well I don’t like Essek because he’s a wizard who is interested in power”, then it is valid to say “ok, well, then why are you arguing that I should like Astrid, a wizard who is interested in power?” because you’re pointing out the flaws in their argument. (sidebar: I, personally, like both Essek and Astrid. This is purely for illustrative purposes.)
Anyway I think the conclusion to be made is like, everyone may like what they like, but if it’s important to you that other people like what you like, you need to put in the work, and also, it’s worth examining why this is important to you...but it's that kind of thinking that makes people insist on certain narratives rather than just watching the show, because they are trying to prove themselves right rather than providing predictions and opinions, sitting back, and seeing if they come to pass.
#answered#Anonymous#cr discourse#more in the sense that it is discourse on the discourse#long post#i am going for the vibe of that bourdain post I just reblogged tbh#on fandom
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how do i phrase this... i appreciate it when people recognize untapped dynamics that i'm personally fond of and have given my thoughts on, but it does hurt a bit when they're reiterating what's been clearly drawn between my own words and not acknowledging that fact. i really love discussing things with people, even if we have disagreeing interpretations! i really wouldn't mind digging into this at all with anyone else who's interested. but i just don't appreciate people taking my words and reformatting them for their own uses, especially when my in-depth thoughts are already readily available here for... reblogging, if you have any additional thoughts to share on the topic too.
#idk it makes me sad :[ not only because of the idea of distinct lack of credit when blatantly inspired by my words but also because.#i Want to talk to people abt these characters. so much. i don't want people to shy away from that#jestersvaguely
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My selection criteria for the daily playful minute if anyone is interested. Definitely more loose guidelines than hard rules on some points.
Post has to be image or gif or vid, drawn or not just have to be visual
From a blog I'm almost certain it'll be okay
Need to be inspired enough to write stuff about it
Low notes count, the lower the better
I'm less enclined to do blogs of people who have a feeder or are in a couple, come on you already have someone for this already
Definitely avoid people not into girls, I imagine it'd feel as bad a lesbian getting horny reblog from a guy...
14 days until I "feature" the same person, at least (like if 3 next one is minimum at 17)
5 days until I feature a new drawing, at least
I loosely try to alternate more fem and masc looking people
I avoid specific ask, I wanna choose the specific post I wanna "feature"
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