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lovers ノ aventurine . boothill . sunday
ৎ୭ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . 1.3k ノ fem reader — weirdly poetic thirsts with hcs imbued in prose ノ it’s more suggestive rather than explicit . i was just vibing with their personalities idk ノ briefly mentioned rough treatment ノ secret affair . implied situationship ノ petnames — little doll . baby
aventurine ノ
if you know him by his alias “aventurine”, he’s most likely not showing his true self to you. no, not by chance — he knows well this isn’t something you would overlook. he is hesitant to be sincere around you, as if only your presence alone could compel him to abandon his deceit and masks altogether…
maybe, just maybe, there’s a possibility that he will reveal his secrets between heated kisses and desperate squeezes your sides, almost melting into his desire, and his purple gaze is filled with an insatiable fire. but when everything’s all done, you wonder if he can still remember the thing you two share behind the door.
with laughs and playful rolls of his eyes, he tells you that it’s a non-committal relationship, satiating your pouts with expensive gifts and golden compliments. and yet, and yet, when he’s away from you for too long, he dives back into your embrace like a famished man, just to lap on your lips for hours after, in those nightly escapades full of pleasure, lust, and saccharine promises.
“will you love me? will you stay with me?”
“please, stop lying. i want you close. always.” when he hears how your breath catches, when your knees grow weak and wobbly, and when the tiny pants fill the air between you two, he never lets go, making sure you feel how his fingers dig into your hips, pressing his palms to the warm flesh beneath, creating marks of red and purple that disappear when morning comes.
seemingly lost in thought until a certain sound snaps him out of his stupor. he realises that you’re crying, holding his face with shaky hands, but there’s also a gentle smile gracing your features. his body stiffens, chest tightening so suddenly that it seems suffocating, just by seeing you cry and ask for him.
but there is nothing you can say, even if you want to pour your heart and soul into him. if he could only do the same in exchange…
his laugh rings, coming straight from his stomach and ending deep, rich, and hoarse in his throat. his hand snakes up to ruffle your hair gently as his lips kiss your forehead in a brief peck before falling down to plant another one on your jaw, then another, another, until he reaches the tip of your nose, where he lingers longer than before, covering you in even more butterfly nibbles.
“is this the gift you want the most? to know my name?”
boothill ノ
with a pearlescent smirk of spikes like death itself, he smiles upon you. he greets you in his arms, his shirt barely shielding you from the hard surface of the metal plates. the cyborg presses himself against you, trapping you within his embrace, until you push your bare front against his chest — warming the artificial body and breathing in his scent as you look up at him.
when he notices you whimper his name so sweetly, he can’t help but bring up his right hand and hook his fingers beneath your chin to guide your eyes to his own. has he forgotten how soft love can be, not burning like regret and hunger for revenge.
“hey,” he hums in that low, raspy tone, which sends shivers running across your back. “baby, does it feel good?” he whispers into your ear, letting you hear each syllable forming on the tip of his tongue. “do you think you’ll be able to handle all of it?” he adds, emphasising the last two words as he runs one of his fingers down until it taps your entrance, slipping into you again just to tease you, to see how you squirm within his grip and react to every brush of his lips against your neck.
he uses his free hand to pull your leg up, circling your thigh around his waist for good measure, imagining how it must feel when such a soft creature drapes over his synthetic form.
the way your knees clench against his torso makes his systems overheat, he believes, but perhaps it’s just because of the excitement flowing through his, what he still likes to call, veins, and the rush of heat shooting right between his legs, where he wishes he still could sense the thrill of getting aroused for real.
even if the man who is now nipping at your sensitive spot isn’t quite human, he doesn’t seem to be any different to you — his frame quivering from anticipation and something much, much deeper than that, something primal. fake blood pumping mad, sparks going along the wires from the mental exertion, and it seems like his lips melt into yours, just as wet and hot as the slick dripping from your folds and slathering his fingers.
he shifts to press your asscheeks flush to his groin, moving slowly, smoothly as his mouth lingers over your collarbone, savouring each gasp and shivering whine you offer him. he murmurs praises right into your skin.
“just like that, baby. i don’t remember when i was this happy… so keep showing me those expressions of yours.”
sunday ノ
he is careful not to mark you, because hickeys would immediately give the affair between you two away. the ones right under the edge of your clothes are quite inconspicuous, so unless someone pays special attention, they will remain undiscovered. you’re not allowed to tell anyone — this love is even sweeter when engulfed in mystery. he keeps things discreet for your sake and his own, knowing that a scandal would damage both of your reputations irreparably.
if you want to indulge the young leader of the oak family by playing the innocent, cute type, do so in moderation. this isn’t because he gets off on purity fetishes — quite the opposite. becoming more frustrated than anything, because your image goes against the reality he sees and the desires you stir within his soul.
when it comes time for him to act, he shows no grace to such an imaginary concept. whether you’re begging him for relief or whimpering beneath him helplessly, he finds joy in denying you just to make you writhe in sweet agony.
it’s not unheard of for sunday to hurt you during the shared nights, but he prefers to be gentle most of the time. still, if you ever tempt him into treating you rough, you’ve opened yourself up to being left unable to walk without feeling sore.
“my little doll, you asked for it yourself. don’t whine now that you can’t take any more of it…” he coos with a click of his tongue at the view before him — legs parted and his thumb flicking against your clit just right next to his cock parting your incandescent folds.
the very tip of his shaft remains lodged inside while his hips grind hard into yours, ensuring that he feels every wet stroke and inch of heat clenching around him as you struggle to contain it all. one hand grabs onto your waist, digging nails in enough that they leave impressions, while the other arm secures itself under your shoulders as he lies atop your chest and takes what he wants from you.
even in this position, sunday makes sure his lips never part from yours. he could easily place them anywhere else to get off — his neck is flushed a pretty pink with your desperate marks all over it, your nipples erect and sore from him rolling them between his fingers — but your mouth is all he desires. every thrust inside you brings the two of you closer until the kaleidoscopic ecstasy intertwines your bodies in perfect harmony.
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hiii! I’m here to request a scenario (headcanon? Drabble? it doesn’t rlly matter; do whatever fits best, just as long as Yuta and Megumi is in it :3, you can add another character if you want or something!!) when the reader is being admired/stalked by another person? Like jjk men hear a snap sound and whip their head to see someone taking a picture of reader, or jjk men noticing the same person commenting + viewing reader’s social medias all the time, etc etc! It doesn’t rlly matter how you want it to play out; do what you like :3
STALKER IN SIGHT?!
featuring: fushiguro megumi. yuuta okkotsu. gojo satoru. itadori yuuji.
n. thanku for the request and the creative liberty on this one nonnie <3 have fun seeing them all protective with their own ways for you !
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI
megumi and you sat together in a quaint little café, savoring the warmth of your drinks and the comfort of each other's company, a faint click disrupted the moment. lost in conversation, you barely registered the sound, but megumi's keen senses picked it up immediately.
"what’s wrong?" you asked, puzzled by the slight shift in his demeanor. “i think someone just took a photo of us," he replied, tone tinged with concern.
you glanced around, but saw no one with a camera. "really? i didn't notice anyone."
he nodded, his gaze focused on a young man a few tables away, phone in hand, a smug grin on his face. without hesitation, megumi rose from his seat, his movements purposeful yet controlled.
with a protective instinct, he strode over to the guy, calmly but firmly retrieving their phone. "i'm sorry, but i'll have to delete that photo," he said, his voice carrying a subtle warning. as for the person, they were taken aback by his assertiveness, complied without hesitation.
“thank you," your boyfriend said, his tone polite yet tinged with a subtle warning. "we do appreciate your cooperation."
with that, he returned to your table, a reassuring smile gracing his lips. "sorry about that," he said, taking a sip of his black coffee. "i just wanted to make sure our moment wasn't interrupted."
GOJO SATORU
"babe, do you feel like we're being followed?" unsure, you sounded apprehensive.
he chuckled lightly, his gaze scanning the surroundings with practiced ease. "don't worry, darling. i've got my eyes on everything. if there's anyone following us, they'll regret it."
relieved by his assurance, you relaxed, allowing yourself to get lost in the beauty of the moment. but as the evening wore on, the feeling persisted, growing stronger with each passing minute. and then, out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of movement, a shadow flitting among the trees.
your boyfriend noticed first. his face clouded, and a flash of rage lit in his body. "stay close to me," he said, voice low and menacing.
"alright, enough is enough," he declared, cutting through the silence like a blade. "whoever you are, show yourself.”
“you don’t wanna get on my bad side, really.”
from the shadows emerged a figure, their features obscured by the fading light. "i-i... i just wanted to... to…"
your boyfriend’s eyes narrowed and his tolerance wore thin. with a quick burst of speed, he closed the distance between them in an instant, his palm clutching the stalker's collar like a vice. "you just wanted to do what?" stalk us? follow us around like a creep?” gojo’s aura exuded an undeniable terror that sent shocks down the stalker's body.
the stalker trembled beneath his grasp, their breath coming in shallow gasps. "i... i'm sorry, i didn't mean any harm. i just... i just wanted to be close to her."
gojo's grip tightened, eyes flashing with an intensity that seemed to pierce through the darkness. “if i ever catch you following us again," he threatened, "you'll wish you'd never laid eyes on us. understood?"
ITADORI YUUJI
together, you and itadori were enjoying a serene moment in the park, laughing and chatting as a gentle breeze rustled through the trees. the silence was abruptly broken, though, by the sound of surrounding camera shutters clicking.
itadori's smile faltered as he noticed a group of guys discreetly taking photos of you both. his expression turned from confusion to annoyance, his brows furrowing in irritation.
"not cool, dude," he called out, his sound firm but not overly aggressive.
the guys turned to look at him, their faces displaying a mixture of surprise and defiance. one of them chuckled nervously, attempting to brush off itadori's remark. "hey man, just capturing the moment, you know?"
your boyfriend, however, would not have it. his movements gave off a subdued threat as he walked towards the group. "i understand, but you’re making me and my girlfriend uncomfortable. so stop it.”
taking advantage of the crowd, one of the guys moved forward with aggression, their fists balled up with rage. "who do you think you are, telling us what to do?" itadori's muscles tensed, his gaze hardening in anticipation. however, he refrained, showing strength in his control, before things might get out of hand.
the guy, taken aback by itadori's composure, hesitated for a moment before backing down, his bravado replaced by a palpable sense of fear. "o-okay, man, we'll stop," he muttered, trembling slightly.
with a final warning glance, itadori returned to your side, a huge grin painting his lips. "as i was saying," he continued, as if the whole tragedy didn’t happen a few seconds ago. “we have to watch jennifer lawrence’s new movie together, babe, okay?”
YUUTA OKKOTSU
you were laughing and chatting as you looked through the shelves of a pleasant shop with yuuta, exploring the various products on exhibit. your boyfriend trailed along behind you, half-heartedly staring at a customer's phone nearby as you moved to make a purchase.
his expression shifted subtly as he noticed the username, the same one that had been relentlessly stalking you for months, liking and commenting on your social media posts. his jaw clenched with a mixture of concern and irritation, but he maintained his composure.
leaning casually against the counter, yuuta shot a seemingly innocuous question towards the customer, his tone deceptively casual. "the girl's pretty, huh?"
the customer, caught off guard by the sudden inquiry, hesitated for a moment before reluctantly answering, "y-yeah, she is."
with a small, knowing smile, yuuta straightened up, his gaze piercing as he delivered his response. "well, sucks for you, that's my girlfriend."
the customer's eyes widened in realization, a flush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "i-i didn't mean any harm, i swear," he stammered.
yuuta's expression softened slightly, but his tone remained firm. "i don't care what your intentions were. you've been making her uncomfortable for months, and that ends now. stop stalking her, or you'll have me to deal with."
the customer nodded hastily, his hands trembling as he pocketed his phone and made a hasty exit, leaving behind a palpable sense of relief in his wake.
turning back to you with a soft smile, yuuta wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "what happened?" you asked with a chuckle, he was suddenly clinging onto you.
"nah, just grateful i have the prettiest girlfriend alive."
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Lactation Influencers... Are Y'all Okay?
I dislike clickbait headlines as much as the next Gen Xer, but that does not make me immune to them. Thus, when I saw this headline...
Cookbook author speaks out following controversy over lactation cookies ad
...I had so many questions that demanded answers. I had to click.
Friends, I was not prepared for the journey I was about to embark on.
Before I even got to the first line of the article, this assaulted my eyes:
Whatever I was expecting, it wasn't that.
From the article:
Molly Baz is speaking out following controversy over a Times Square billboard featuring the pregnant cookbook author promoting lactation cookies.
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Brex, the company that sponsored Swehl's billboard, told ABC News the ad was removed following a message from Clear Channel, which owns the digital billboard. According to Brex, Clear Channel said the image depicted was "flagged for review."
Okay, but... lactation cookies?
According to Baz, the concept was meant to "empower" pregnant women and the cookies in the ad are marketed to help postpartum moms produce nutrient-dense breast milk.
*looks it up*
Y'all. They're called "BIG TITTY COOKIES"
I'll give you a minute to breathe through it.
Eye-rolling aside, this isn't the worst product I've ever heard of and, hey, maybe the cookies are good.
So why did Clear Channel want the ad gone? The answer to that isn't straightforward for a couple of reasons.
They did not remove the ad or even ask it to be removed from their billboard.
Molly Baz decided to use this opportunity tragedy to raise her profile as a lactation influencer the alarm about how men are misogynist (????).
"It's super disheartening and infuriating to me that my, kind of, first public foray into being a public mother was one that was deemed inappropriate," Baz said.
Said Baz, "From my perspective, the imagery that we put together was no different from any of the other ads that are in Times Square."
"[T]ake one look at the landscape of other billboards in times square and i think you'll see the irony. bring on the lingerie so long as it satiates the male gaze," Baz wrote...
I feel I can confidently say that I'm not being sex negative when I retort: MA'AM, what?
"There's a bit of a history of, I will say, a double standard that when bodies, specifically breasts are shown when it comes to selling lingerie, let's say, that's more acceptable but when it's something having to do with prenatal wellness or postnatal care, nursing, that tends to get flagged and we see a little bit of backlash," [Zoe Ruderman, a chief content officer for Adweek], added.
I know this is true in general, but in this case, is that what's really going on? After all, Clear Channel didn't even take the ad down permanently, and the marketing company provided an alternate ad without even being asked. One has to wonder if this is a manufactured controversy.
I say that even though I know full well that there is a double standard when it comes to women's bodies and whose gaze is being catered to and when it comes to lactating mothers, lactation, and women's health. That said, there's no way this image wasn't chosen for its Male Gaze Worthiness.
It's not the amount of exposed flesh, which isn't any worse than any lingerie or bikini ad. It is that this woman is holding cookies up to her breasts next to text that says "Just add milk" and the name of a website/company that is probably well-known to people who are or want to be pregnant and little known outside of that. If I were in Times Square, looked up, and saw that? I'd assume it's an ad for a sex fetish bakery.
In all honesty, the thing I assumed was controversial (before clicking) was that someone had posted an ad for cookies made using human breast milk. That would have made somewhat more sense as a controversy.
There's no way everyone involved in "concepting" this campaign (yes, they used concept as a verb in their official statement) didn't know this was a possible reaction or outcome. They appear to have expected it. Which is why they immediately had another ad to replace it and some very RAH RAH WOMEN! Down with the Patriarchy! social media posts likely on deck. That's real feminist of you, becky.
The disingenuousness of it all bothers me the most. Just because the social justice issue they're highlighting is real doesn't mean they are somehow champions of the cause because they dared to show a pregnant belly on a billboard. If anyone complained, I doubt their complaint was based on a prejudice against lactating mothers or that lactation was hinted at.
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A Special Woman | Tommy Shelby x Reader (featuring a very special guest)
Request: no - written for @look-at-the-soul ‘s The Grandma Series
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader & a very special guest
Summary: (Y/N)’s big day is made extra special by one of the most important people in her life.
Warnings: none
A/N: ok so there’s a lot of dancing happening here…I didn’t quite mean for it to be such a focal point, but I guess that’s what happens when you write fragments at a time. I hope it’s not overkill for y’all! I also wrote this envisioning it being set in modern times, but it could definitely be read in the PB period as well. Enjoy! :)
A/N 2: I’m sorry it took me sooo long to write this, Mar but I knew that I wanted to participate in this lovely celebration of yours. I hope you like it!!
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“Darling you look wonderful,” the older woman said to her granddaughter. It was probably the fourth time she’d assured her of it. “Stop fussing with your dress,” she then swatted the younger woman’s hands down.
“But what if it’s…”
“But nothing,” (Y/N) was brushed off yet again, “you’re dress is perfect. You’re perfect,” the older woman said as she moved to stand behind her. “Let me fix the back now.”
(Y/N) conceded, allowing her grandmother to work on getting the back of her dress tightened. She stood still as the buttons and ties were done up, her smile widening with each second that passed. This was really happening…soon enough she’d be married.
Her eyebrows furrowed together at the feeling of something cool being draped around her neck. She looked down and noticed that a small, light blue locket was now resting against her chest. Tears welled up in her eyes immediately as she realized exactly which locket this was.
This locket had been in her family since the day that her grandfather draped it around her grandmother’s neck. Inside of it was still a picture of the couple in their younger days. The love that was present between them in that photo still remained all of these years later. (Y/N) hoped that she’d have a love like that with the man she would soon vow to spend the rest of her life with.
“Gram…” she trailed off, getting choked up as she turned to look at the older woman.
“It’ll be your something blue,” her grandmother smiled back at her, “you wear it beautifully.”
“Thank you for allowing me to wear it,” (Y/N) said, wrapping her arms around the other woman then. “You know it’s always been one of my favorite pieces of yours,” she added once they pulled away from each other.
“Maybe I’ll get you one of your own then,” the older woman thought aloud, “you can add a photo of you and Thomas into it.”
The saying of her fiancé’s name was enough to set off butterflies in the bride-to-be’s stomach. She couldn’t help the little giddy dance she did before her grandmother took hold of her arms and squeezed them gently.
“Everything is ready for you now, (Y/N),” the event coordinator announced as she entered the dressing room.
(Y/N) acknowledged the statement before she turned back to her grandmother. The older woman instantly noticed the fact that nerves were seeping into her granddaughter’s features. She wouldn’t let them take over. “Let’s get you married,” she announced, sqeezing the younger woman’s arms once more before she led her out of the dressing room.
(Y/N) met with her mother and father in the lobby, accepting both of their arms so that they could help walk her down the aisle. She sent one last beaming smile to her grandmother, who waved at her before she entered the main area of the chapel to take her seat.
Tommy and (Y/N) found themselves on the dance floor directly after the wedding party introductions were made. They both knew that they’d share their first dance as a way to kick the reception off into full swing. A little bit of a calm before the storm, (Y/N) was calling it.
She enjoyed being held close by her husband. Even though all of their guests’ eyes were on them, she truly felt like she and Tommy were the only two people in the room.
“I’m happy all of that’s over,” Tommy mumbled into her ear, his cheek pressed against hers as they slowly swayed.
(Y/N) just had to pull her face away to see him clearly, her eyes slightly widened. “Are you saying you didn’t enjoy our wedding ceremony, Thomas Shelby?” she asked, feigning shock.
Tommy’s lips tugged up into a smirk upon seeing her expression. “Oh I enjoyed it, love,” he assured her, tilting his head to the side and grimacing slightly before he finished his statement, “the attention of our families, not so much.”
A breath of a laugh left (Y/N)’s lips as she ran her hand down the lapel of his suit jacket. “For a man who thrives off of power and attention I must say that I’m quite surprised to hear that.”
“I would’ve been happy with it being just you and I, eloping and then telling our families after the fact.”
“I don’t think our families would have appreciated that,” she commented with a smile.
“Even better,” he grinned, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers.
“Cake time!” (Y/N)’s mother exclaimed, prompting everyone to turn their attention to the newlyweds where they stood by their wedding cake. It was quite simple, a three-tiered cake that had silver and gold accents throughout its floral decorations.
Tommy and (Y/N) took hold of the cutting knife and together cut a piece of the cake from its bottom tier. Tommy held the plate between the two of them after making sure that (Y/N) had a fork.
“Clean or messy?” he asked, his words quiet enough so that only (Y/N) heard them.
“Clean…” she trailed off, raising her eyebrows and sending him a look that he immediately took as something along the lines of ‘messy later’.
“Cheeky,” he commented, winking at her before they both got a forkful of the cake.
“Whenever you’re ready!” her mom called, making the two remember that their party guests were still crowded around them. If there was one thing that (Y/N) and Tommy had down, it was that they were able to make each other feel as though they were the only people in the room.
The room broke out in applause as they cleanly placed the forkful of cake into each others mouth, and (Y/N) was easily able to distinguish Arthur’s wolf whistle amongst the cheers when Tommy leaned in and kissed her.
It was a bit later in the evening when (Y/N) saw that her grandmother was finally free. She’d been playing the role of social butterfly all night, meshing with Tommy’s family naturally. This may be the only time she was alone, so (Y/N) wasn’t going to wait a moment longer. “I’m going to go have a dance with gram, if that’s alright,” she told Tommy, making to leave the small group conversation they’d been pulled into.
“Go ‘head,” Tommy answered, sending her off with a soft smile.
“Shall we dance?” (Y/N) asked her grandmother as she approached her from the side.
“Oh!” the older woman exclaimed, surprised by the sudden voice. Her surprised expression quickly fizzled into a smile when she noticed who was beside her. “Of course, darling,” she hastily agreed, allowing her granddaughter to take her of her hand and lead her onto the dance floor.
“I see that you’re getting along with Tommy’s family fine,” (Y/N) made conversation as they swayed to the soft song.
“Swimmingly,” her grandmother smiled, glancing off to find Tommy, who was now talking with one of his brothers. “He’s good for you, (Y/N),” she added, looking back to her granddaughter.
“He is,” the younger woman agreed, smiling as she also snuck a glance over where her husband was. Her smile widened as she looked at her grandmother once more. “Thank you for all that you’ve done to help me today, gram,” she said.
“I want only the best for my granddaughter,” the older woman responded, her smile matching (Y/N)’s.
The sound of a throat being cleared made them both look to the side. Tommy was standing there, wearing a smile that made butterflies erupt in (Y/N)’s stomach. “May I steal her for a dance?” he asked, not addressing either of the ladies in particular.
“Of course,” (Y/N)’s grandmother immediately answered, stepping to the side so that he be able to take his bride’s hand.
“No, you,” he clarified, holding his hand out to the older woman.
“Really?” surprise was evident in her voice, “what a gentleman he is,” she then said to her granddaughter.
Tommy winked at his bride before he led her grandmother out onto the dance floor.
(Y/N) had to take a moment as she watched them begin to dance slowly. She quickly realized how grateful she was for those two people swaying out on the floor. She was grateful for Tommy; a man who she could love deeply and be loved deeply by. Those outside of their circle may not think that Tommy Shelby was capable of a love like that, but that was the Tommy Shelby that (Y/N) has the pleasure of knowing.
She was also grateful for her grandmother; a woman who was truly the cornerstone of her family. A woman who taught (Y/N) how to be the woman she is take. Her grandmother was truly special, and (Y/N) knew that without her, she wouldn’t know where she’d be.
MASTERLIST
Postnote: it ended rather abruptly there…I didn’t mean for that, but I’ve been hanging onto it for a looong time and wanted it to finally be out in the world. It’s also only loosely edited because…well I wanted to just get it posted already.
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Patching you up
Synopsis: venture getting healed by reader after a mission. Venture is head over heals for you! Reader is a healer:) sorry this is short:(
Genre: fluff:)
T/w: mentions of bruises & light talk on bl00d, nothing too harsh. No mentions of y/n. Plz read a/n at the bottom!
Venture X (healer)reader
After a mission you were patching sloan up as they talked about a new artifact they recently found. Cleaning their wounds as they take in a huff, holding in their breath as it stings a little. You glance up at them “its okay, I’m almost done cleaning” you say continuing to patch them up. Sloan lets out an exhale “I was just trying to be cool” they laugh a little as their eyes watch you work diligently. Admiring your features as your focus makes their stomach feel giddy, without realizing their smiling you look up. Hearing your laugh caught them off guard for a moment but they smiled a bit bigger “what?” They said a bit confused. “You’re all banged and bruised but you smile like it didn’t even happen” you said chuckling, after the discarding the bloody alcohol wipes. “I can’t die, I’ve more stuff to see.” Sloan lightheartedly says, watching you set up healing equipment.
Their treatment went smoothly, once you were just finishing up Baptiste walked into the infirmary “oh hello you two” he said surprised making his way to his area of the room. “Don’t mind me just needed to grab something” he says nonchalantly as he opens up his filing cabinet, digging through it. You turned your attention back to venture after you both greeted him, “everything is all good, just get a meal in and plenty of water before going to sleep. If anything feels off you know where to find me” you say softly to venture with a smile. “Uh yeah! Thank you so much, I’ll see you at dinner then if you want to sit together?” Venture asks as they hop off the table looking at you as they fidget with a zipper on their jacket. Studying your face once more, taking in your features with admiration. They look at you as if you hung the stars and moon. “yeah I’m down, I’ll see you there” you say with a smile that makes their stomach feel all giddy again. “Cool… cool” Sloan says with a smile before exiting and saying bye to both you, and Baptiste. “Whew doctor! Looks like you have a little admirer” Baptiste says in a playful way as he looks at you and winks. “Sloan? What? No no” you laugh a little brushing it off as your heart beats a little faster and you let out a chuckle. “We’re just friends” you add. Closing the cabinet he looks back up at you “Awe don’t tell me you need an eye exam now doctor” he clicks his tongue at your dismissiveness followed by a light chuckle.
A/n: sorry this is short, I’m thinking about making more venture content tho 🤔. Thank you guys for all the love on recent posts & requests. My requests are open! You must be 18+ tho! Also I don’t do smut (as of rn)
#venture overwatch#venture ow2#sloan cameron#sloan cameron x reader#venture x reader#overwatch x reader#overwatch x male reader#overwatch x you#venture x you#overwatch 2#fluff#overwatch headcanons#x male reader#x chubby reader#x black reader
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I just saw a post about a sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship but with the ages switched, so the one with money is in his twenties and the financially struggling one is in his forties. And I thought, wouldn't that be GREAT as a Steddie fic.
Like, heir to the Harrington fortune Steve is just itching to dump his parents’ money down the drain on something. Or someone, because. You know. His parents tried to buy his love without ever being around to deserve it and that worked out Great, might as well continue the Harrington tradition (he thinks, while rolling his eyes).
Enter Eddie Munson, walking disaster. Who sells weed for a living but spends most of his time planning and running dnd campaigns for underprivileged kids. Who is still trying to make it with his band, but meanwhile he’s the only member who can’t get a decent steady job because of bullshit murder charges when he was 19. (Which didn’t even stick, but it’s a small town… or maybe his dad just pissed off that many people.)
Eddie has the muscle tone of a slim jim and the hair of a tormented barbie doll, but the one physical feature he’s incredibly proud of are his tattoos. They’re all obviously home done, but when Steve realizes they’re all Eddie’s own work he’s (a) grudgingly impressed and (b) now has TWO great ideas for pissing off his parents.
So Steve gets a tramp stamp in an apartment that he pays for but has Eddie’s name on the lease, and a grungy older boyfriend to parade around whenever he feels his parents need keeping in check. And maybe Eddie kind of makes it his unofficial job/personal undertaking to look into Harrington family dealings (he has his sources; his dad also schmoozed a lot of people and everyone knows his uncle is a stand-up guy) and alert Steve to things they’re being assholes about that Steve, more through fault of his upbringing than his own, wouldn’t have noticed.
Like, maybe they own some medical buildings and are thinking of raising the rent on a pediatrician practice that offers sliding scale to low income families. At first, Steve is a little dismissive…
Steve: What’s the big deal? There are other pediatricians in town.
Eddie: Yes, but not everyone can afford to take their kids to them.
Steve: Oh come on.
Eddie: No, seriously.
Steve: But… What if the kid gets really sick or hurt?
Eddie: Sometimes they die, Steve.
Steve: ………………………. Okay yeah no that’s not happening.
The next week, that practice has their rent lowered and a new lease locked in to keep the space (maybe even expand it into the plastic surgeon’s place next door) pretty much indefinitely and there’s an elite charity event that Steve and Eddie pointedly do not go to.
(He can’t always get away with not going. Sometimes he plays the cards he’s dealt and goes with some pretty girl on his arm, but he has her home by midnight and he’s riding his boyfriend into the mattress by 1am.)
Eddie’s bandmates are dubious, but Eddie keeps swearing up and down that Steve isn’t a bad dude, he just has a lot of blind spots that he’s working on. Some harder than others, sure, but overall his cause seems to be just. Ish. A lot of what Steve does is motivated by petty revenge, but his parents are kind of shitty people so it tends to work out. “Plus,” Eddie adds brightly, “he’s a firecracker in the sack.” And is pelted with things for the crime of rubbing his sex life with a catch almost half his age in their faces.
At some point they meet Steve, who has been specifically coached by Eddie to NOT buy out an entire restaurant or bar for the night just for the occasion. They come away with the general impression of, “He’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit.”
Maybe they met in the first place because Dustin is one of the underprivileged kids Eddie was running campaigns for, and Steve has always had a soft spot for Dustin (and by extension all of Dustin’s friends and their families) since Mrs. Henderson was one of his nicer nannies growing up. Maybe Steve sets up a whole community center and tries to put Eddie in charge of it, but Eddie doesn’t really want to be anyone’s boss; he just wants to help kids excel at a game he loves because its one of the things that really helped keep him steady through his rough childhood and adolescence. But he does work there, because that way he can keep playing dnd AND teach guitar lessons.
(Steve offered to help get the band signed to a label but Eddie was adamant, if they were going to make it they’d do it on merit, not money, or not at all. It’s really become more of a hobby for the other guys anyway.)
So Eddie is finally OKAY. He has a good income, a decent amount saved up from while Steve was covering all the bills he can now pay himself, and his Uncle Wayne hasn’t been more proud of him since the day he finally graduated high school on the third try (which was pretty good, for a Munson).
And Steve… isn’t sure what to do with himself now that Eddie doesn’t need him anymore. He can’t think of anything he’s good for other than money—though his best friend Robin tells him that’s just because he’s a dingus, there are PLENTY of things. (They’ve been best friends since college, and there’s a story there but someone else is gonna have to fill in that blank because I’m getting sleepy.) Dustin chimes in that yeah, he can totally tell that Eddie has been sneaking Steve into campaigns as an npc (which he has to explain to Steve, again, even though they’ve been over this many times) for ages and is clearly so in love with him it’s ridiculous, has been for a while.
Maybe Steve panics and does something dumb after that, but not so boneheaded that they can’t work it out dramatically in the rain after a brief period apart. Like in one of those romance movies that they both pretend they think are silly but genuinely get them choked up sometimes because they’re both kind of saps underneath it all.
Eddie goes on to become a well respected tattoo artist, while still pitching in at the community center a few days a week. Steve continues his philanthropy work with the guidance of Eddie, Robin, his ex and investigative journalist Nancy, etc., and his own shaky-as-a-baby-giraffe-that-landed-on-its-head-straight-out-of-the-womb-but-getting-steadier instincts. They get married while skydiving (because Eddie joked about it and Steve held him to it), build the found family of Steve’s dreams, and live happily ever after.
… Anyway, if someone could write all that out in actual prose I would love to read it. But with the sex dialed up to eleven because that’s important but I think I only actually mentioned it twice, a travesty.
#steddie#sugar daddy steve harrington#sugar baby eddie munson#eddie munson#steve harrington#this is more of an outline than a fic and it is Up For Grabs#scoops words
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Waltzing Waves
Author’s note: This is the song this is based off of. More Mermay, with dear Reader. It's a lovely bop.
Warnings: gender neutral reader, threats, allusions to death, and murder, drowning, let me knows if I need to add more.
Summary: Reader barely survived encountering a wave-soaked mer-astartes. Reader hadn’t realized they were real and not folk tales, or legends told by the sailors to frighten and impressive those who are land dwelling.
Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams, @sleepyfan-blog
Tagged Again: @kit-williams, @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k
You were on your fishing boat, it had been in your family for years, patched and faded in some places, but well loved and cared for so that it would take care of you. The sea gives and takes, is one of the lessons that your parents had taught you. Memories of your father’s calloused hands gently guiding yours in how to cast the nets from the boat. How to be patient, quiet and watch the sea and skies for the changing, dangerous nature of the weather in the area where you lived out amongst the waves.
You felt the tugs and carefully grabbed up the net, and groan a little, both with effort and hope, it had been a week with very little to show for fishing, so to have the net so heavy was a boon and a blessing, even if it was really heaving and struggling against you with the weight of the fish that you caught. You almost dropped the net back into the water and lost the catch but with a heavy and a curse you pull the catch inside the boat and look to see what’s in your net. What would have to be tossed back, after all, sustainable fishing practices, as well as being concerned about the planet, despite the fact that it meant less money in your coffers, the fish would replenish in the seas better that way.
Your heart drops when you notice something tangled up amongst the fish is something that glints like metal. It was massive and large, with scales that you trace from an aquatic life form to something that looks far more human and your stomach clenches and you gulp in air as you realize what, it was that you caught. He had fins where his feet should be, and his eyes were red as blood, hair as gold as the sun, his features, were hauntingly beautiful, and his angry hissing sound, and the growls as she skitters back a bit. Oh no. You’d accidentally caught an Astartes, this was a very dangerous situation and not dying or being brutally maimed was now your goal. Hopefully he might forgive you if you are very careful.
“Come closer, Human,” The Astartes croons at her in heavily accented language of the locals. “And I’ll eat you alive, like you would have done to me.”
“Please don’t feast upon my flesh,” Your lips tremble and your legs buckle as they gaze upon his massive irate form and you plead, “If I return you to the sea, please let me live?”
The Astartes glares down at you impassively with a sneer, his teeth look terribly sharp. The Astartes glares down at you haughtily from where he’s been tangled in the net, likely still only in it for… some reason. You know that they can, or at least so you heard, can swim through the seas and air.
“I will let you go, but quickly leave these waters,” The Astartes hisses out you with a vicious glare. “If you drop your nets amongst these waves, then my brother’s and I will take you down with us.”
You gulp and nod, quickly and as carefully as you can dump the net, fish and Astartes both back in, barely reeling the net back in to your boat. Before you can start to roar, a massive, clawed hand, from the Astartes you’d accidentally caught. You yelped as he tugged you close with a sharp glare.
“I want something in return for not harming you human,” He hisses.
“W-what?” You ask nervously, he’s so handsome and terrifying at the same time.
“A kiss,” He says, he’d noticed the mixture of terror and attraction in your scent with a slight smirk.
You blush and nod and he press a swift, hard kiss to your lips and then lets you go as fast as he had grabbed you. Your cheeks are pink as you start to head back to the dock as fast as you could safely. Occasionally glancing back at where the Astartes was, or possible still is lurking under the waves. You unintentionally like your lips, they taste of salt and iron as you rub your face and hook your boat up to the dock and stagger down the docks, perhaps, you should let your younger brother take over the family business- and have him go to a different fishing spot while you took over more of the administrative duties.
Sleep is hard to come by that night, and the next several weeks you are haunted by the Astartes in the water that you had accidentally caught. His red eyes and golden hair. His large, long, muscular form. He’d look like a gorgeous statue glittering in the sun, as much as he’d terrified you. And that kiss it haunted you, his lips had been softer than you’d expected, and of that salt and iron. You groan and rub your face, unable to sleep as you stagger to the shore and stare into the water, your joints had been aching something fiercely recently, and the water looked so inviting right now.
#warhammer 40k#space marine husbandry sentience#space marine husbandry#adeptus astartes#warhammer#mermay#mermay 40k#mermay 2024#Poor Unfortunate Souls AU#OC: Zadakael#reader insert
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Well, hello again.
It's been a very busy month, and I have roughly nothing left in my head, but it's Wednesday okay, and that's finally aligning with a day I ended up driving home thinking I want to do a wip post okay. So first, thank you to everyone still commenting on Musical Chairs, and I'm sorry to anyone who's been hoping I can get the last chapter out in a timely manner. I can't, obviously, but as a sad offering in that chapter's stead, I have here An Ode to How Soundly Musical Chairs Is Kicking My Ass.
This is a multimedia presentation. In this essay I will-
I don't have a posting goal anymore. As soon as possible is a moving target. But I do have two deleted scenes, and here's one.
“Stupidity has no bearing on whether or not I hate something,” Baz said.
“No? The two’ve always struck me as pretty intertwined,” Niamh said, picking up her drink. And then, like it was a completely separate observation, “I’ve noticed you seem to hate a lot of things.”
I also have 44 pages at the top of my Miscellany document that contain nothing but snippets for musical chairs, and scenes cut from musical chairs, and scenes rewritten for musical chairs, and checklists made for musical chairs, and all caps yelling for musical chairs, and-
Featuring such goodies as:
And:
So in theory. And I hate this because I’D HAVE TO REWRITE AGAIN but in theory.
And:
[HEY MAYBE JUST FULLY FUCKING SWITCH TRAJECTORY AND GO] “[Redacted].”
Baz raised an eyebrow. “[Also redacted].”
[FUCK BUT ACTUALLY. IT’S WEIRD AT THIS POINT. AFTER HE’S ALREADY PUSHED THIS MUCH. FUCK. YES OKAY MOVE IT UP TO COULD HAVE HAD SOME FUN. SIMON JUST PIVOTS FROM COMMITTING TO THAT/MAKING BAZ MAKE HIM COMMIT TO THAT BY SAYING HE DOES ACTUALLY HAVE SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT. AND THE SCENE WILL DEFINITELY AND FOR SURE WORK THIS TIME AMEN.]
It's possible these latest two yellings are leading me in the right direction, but I don't know yet, because I made those notes and then dusted off my hands and ran walked away for a month. We'll see. I've at least started thinking about it again. (The trick is apparently pacing small circles around your enclosure while you're on hold with customer support for an hour.)
Here's that other deleted scene, as a treat. It was a treat for me, anyway, because I don't remember writing it.
“Despite our best efforts,” Agatha muttered, and everyone looked at her. She raised her eyebrows. “She started it. I was out for a week because of her.”
“You gave Agatha a concussion?” Baz smirked as Simon said, “You’ve had a concussion?”
“Yes,” Niamh answered, and Simon added, “That explains it.”
Agatha turned from whatever she’d been about to say, replacing it with, “Explains what?”
Simon gave a sad little hum and nudged her chin. “Why you don’t even know what it explains.”
By the way, the actual final chapter is 45 pages at present. One (1) page deeper than the burial ground for its failures. Though the burial ground has a lot of gaps between graves. That probably adds a few pages.
Anyhow, I do sincerely hope y'all will be able to read it before another 7 months have passed. I'll do my best. In the meantime, thank you to everyone who's still tagging me in things, and I'm sorry I disappear a lot and don't shower y'all with the love you deserve for it <3
Here's an incomplete mess of tags, because I do need to go do many other less fun things now.
@fatalfangirl @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @moodandmist @cutestkilla @whogaveyoupermission @aristocratic-otter @alexalexinii @iamamythologicalcreature @facewithoutheart @bookish-bogwitch @artsyunderstudy @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @run-for-chamo-miles @rimeswithpurple @thewholelemon @forabeatofadrum @monbons
#wip wednesday#my writing#musical chairs#there are a lot more deleted scenes where that came from#but most are spoilers at this point#may it all someday see the light#ok it won't actually tag half of y'all#I really do have to go do other things so OH WELL I tried
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Wasteland heat
Part 2 UPDATED I forgot to add Maximus in lmao
Cooper Howard(The Ghoul) x reader
Warnings: violence, gore, blood, AOB, heats, smut, claiming, biting, angst, nicknames, power dynamics, language, mentions of cannibalism, needles, experiments. Fallout is actually really fucked up XD, chubby reader, sexual assault
Previous part <-
Chets shaking like a leaf the whole way you’re sneaking up to the vault entrance, muttering about how bad of an idea this is while Norm seems to be ok and taking it head on. You and Lucy are dressed in your jumpsuits backpacks filled with supplies, bip boys ready. You’re trying not to show how scared you are as you stand in front of the large entrance. Chet’s trying to beg Lucy not to go with a ‘I still love you’ and sad crying. You glance to Norm who sighs slightly and reluctantly comes over to hug you. You smile softly he wasn’t one for affection but just like Lucy you were his sister and he loved you. Not like Chet did. After Lucy managed to wrangle Chet off she hugged Norm goodbye while you waved to Chet who waved back while wiping his eyes. You sigh and go to across the metal bridge while Chet opens the door. It’s loud, alarms go off and you silently curse. As the doors open though heat hits you, a bright light hits you and the smell of dust attacks your nose. You stare after you shield your eyes and they adjust. You stare at a wasteland of dessert and broken rubble.
“Come on” Lucy has some grown confidence as she takes your hands and you both step out into the blistering heat. It takes you a moment to catch your breath as you look at the world for the first time.
It’s hot, scorching, the air is humid and hard to breathe in. The sand is dry under your boots and the sound of the vault door closing feels like you’ve killed yourself. You glance back to the vault door the numbers 33 large in the middle.
“Okey dokey” Lucy says and begins walking. You gulp a little but follow who knows what’s going to happen out here.
By night the temperature drops to freezing, you’re chattering your teeth as Lucy keeps the small fire going. You suddenly hear a crunch, screech and growl making you bolt upright and straight to Lucy as you see something attack and kill some giant bug.
“Shouldn’t be out here with that fire, it’s dangerous” you see a man, old now his features are lit by the fire, he had glasses and a fancy coat on.
“Greetings also” he smiles and sits down by the fire.
“Four” he calls and the creature now also in the fire goes to his side. You stare at the dog, alive and unmutated. You watch as it hangs its tongue out, ears perk eyes on you before standing up and going to you.
“Oh” you jolt as the dog whines and rests its head on your crouched knees.
“She likes you” the old man chuckles and it reminds you of your father’s.
“Oh I- well hello” you sit on the ground and carefully pat her head delighted at the surprisingly softness of her fur.
“Four?” You ask and she perks her head up a smile appearing on your face as you pet her some more.
“I’m Dr Siggi Wilzig” he smiles.
“Lucy and this is Y/n” Lucy smiles politely giving a wave.
“You two seem to smart to be out here, to smart to make a fire out here also” he comments and you frown a little while four whines and lays her head on your thighs
“Where looking for our father” Lucy adds.
“Adoptive” you say as the Dr looks to you curiously and then nods.
“Well best head to Filly first” he says casually before he stands and whistles. The dog leaves as does he in a quick instant and you frown missing the dog’s warmth. You glanced to what it killed and feel your stomach roll and bile fill your throat.
“Oh” you gag and look away.
“Perhaps we should stay in that sort of upright house?” You comment remembering the half a house you saw.
“Good idea” Lucy agrees also glancing at the dead creature with a disgusted face.
Come morn you’re set off again in the scalding heat, your hair is pinned up in a bun while Lucy keeps her traditional pony tail.
“How far?” You ask feeling the drain on your body already.
“Um, about a couple of hours?” She mutters looking to her bip boy, you inwardly groan and sigh but continue on.
“There are other people up here do you think?” She asks after some silence and you shrug.
“I don’t know what to think” you muttered and she nods forcing a smile to her lips.
“It’ll be good, we’ll get some information maybe a place to stay, I’m sure everyone is nice to survive this far” her voice is optimistic and you hope she’s right.
She wasn’t. Filly as the sign said is full of horrid people, muck and dirt covering them, their hair not washed, you can smell the whole town from where you were entering. People gave you nasty looks and you contemplated waiting outside. You didn’t feel safe outside though, these smells, everyone was different, wrong somehow not like any alpha, beta or genetically made omega in a vault. They smelt tainted, drugged, perhaps they were like you. Maybe you smelt weird to them. You got self conscious as people eyed you both, wondering if your repellents were doing their works.
“I don’t, I don’t smell?” You whisper to Lucy as she subtly flares her nose and shakes her head with a smile.
“I don’t know how’d they react to a natural born” you muttered as Lucy smiles politely at more stares.
“It’ll be fine” she says as you finally enter the town itself. You question how they’ve survived, how anyone survived, that’s why there were vaults to repopulate the earth when it was ready. But these people, this community seemed to be well alive.
“Hello, have you seen a woman, dark hair, a gun, and a prisoner?” Lucy asks the woman at the stall and she just ignores her with a turn of her back.
“Okey dokey” she mutters as you follow her into what looks to be a general store.
“Hello there” Lucy chirps at the old woman who turns around and raises an eyebrow.
“Fuck me” she says and you blink with wide eyes.
“Oh um, do you think you could help us please?” Lucy adds.
“Hey Barv come here” she yells and you heard a groan in the back.
“Fuck you want now ya old cow?!” Yells another woman.
“Fuck you then!” They bicker while you blink at their language.
“Um, excuse me sorry to interrupt” Lucy says and the woman looks back to you both.
“We’re looking for someone, Moldaver?” Lucy says and she goes still and silent as someone walks in. It’s the man from last night, he smiles tips his hat in greeting.
“You the Doctor?” The woman behind the counter asks.
“I am” he says nodding.
“Good” she says apparently done with you and Lucy.
“Oh um-“ before Lucy can continue there outside chatting about something while she grabs a few things.
You feel your body tense, like hackles raising, the back of your neck tingles and your whole body shudders as you turn around to look out the door. Lucy has gone outside already to try and get the woman’s attention while your attention is suddenly only on the figure sitting under the shade, hat covering his face, old cowboy get up on his body. You hold your breath as he whistles gun aimed at someone and you panic it’s Lucy. You grab her on instinct and pull her inside as a shot rings out. You scream holding onto Lucy as you check her for shots be she wasn’t the one injured. The doctor outside is.
“Fuck” the old woman says gun in hand but the man in the cowboy outfit has already shot her leg and knocked her down. The dog is by her master growling ready to pounce.
“No! Four!” You yell but it’s too late she’s launched at the man but he’s quick to knock her off. You think he’s harmed her but the dog just growls nearby while his attention is on you. You feel his eyes burning into you and you gulp looking away from the dog. You freeze at what you see, it’s no man, his skin is leathery and scarred, his nose is gone, his skin is sunburnt as can be. You two have a standoff and you keep glancing to his gun pointed at either you, Lucy, the doctor or the older woman. A shot goes off, hits his shoulder. All he does is grunt and smirk looking to who shot him before it’s nothing but shots and cry’s of pain.
“You want to get to Moldaver, here’s your ticket” the older woman says limping in, Lucy dragged the doctor in.
“Come on” you can’t move, to fixated on the way the gunslinger is moving, not bothered by the shots hitting his body. Lucy is helping the doctor and the woman out the back and you’re struggling with life and movement. He’s sitting behind cover and old stall cart eating by the looks of it cherry tomatoes. A man next to him a flesh man with a nose and normal skin colour with a hole in his neck. You see a flash of metal then, and freeze once more at the sight of the large armoured suit stomping in. Suddenly your in flight mode legs wanting to run to whatever being was crouching behind the cart stall till Lucy grabs your hand.
“Come on!” You didn’t hear your name being called but suddenly you’re being dragged out the back, helping the doctor with a suddenly new metal leg and hobbling away.
“What’s wrong, speak to me!” Lucy is speaking to you but your minds back into the nose less man.
“Who was that?” You ask.
“The ghoul?” The doctor says confused.
“Ghoul? What’s a ghoul?” You ask.
“Him!” The doctor replies in pain as you kept tracking on.
“Four where’s four?” He mutters but you lost sight of her in the gunfight and feel your throat close up.
“She’ll be alright” he whispers as you carry on in the wasteland.
“Did you see it?” You ask in the silence and Lucy looks to you.
“The armoured knight” you say and her eyes go wide.
“I didn’t see it fully” she says awe in her voice none the less.
You’d say it’s mid day by the time you stop and collapse by some scrap metal.
“I’m not going to make it” the doctor’s leg well what’s left of it is bleeding over the metal and you gag a bit.
“My head will” he says and you and Lucy snap your heads to him. He pulls out a saw and you stared at wide eyed and in panic.
“I’ve taken the easy death medicine” he pulls out a bottle.
“Only good thing vault-tech ever made, no offence” you take the bottle from him and read its contents. Cyanide.
“You need to cut off my head and take me to Moldaver, here” he grabs Lucy’s arm and taps in coordinates before thrusting the saw in her hands.
“There you will her” he says.
“Wait wait, we-“ Lucy doesn’t finish as the men’s head lulls and his eyes close.
“Sir?” You whisper gently shaking his arm.
“Doctor?” You ask water welling in your eyes.
“Oh” Lucy mutters staring at the saw in her hands.
“No you can’t be serious?!” You yell a little too loudly.
“We have to find our father!” She says and you lean against the hot metal.
“Lucy we can’t saw his head off!” You argue.
“We have no choice!” Her voice breaks a little and you look and walk away.
“Okey dokey” she whispers.
Next part ->
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idg buying clothes that are like. designed to be patchwork. bitch if im wearing patch worked clothes its bc i had to patch it up myself ok
#gentrifying patch work ig#bACK IN MYY DAAyyy#as a diy emo i take great offense to things like this#its like buying pre ripped jeans. except sometimes i can get the appeal bc they rip them in ways you cant physically#or they add little features to it or something#but for the most part its like. why.#it just takes the fun out of it. part of the fun of patchwork is combining clothes you've liked in the past to create and ultimate#piece of clothing you'll love#exceptions i will make: if its patchworked by an actual artist and not mass produced trash#like. kantha quilts are always beautiful to me no matter what. if someone patchworked a bunch of sarees i'd TOTALLY fuckin buy it
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OwO
Jiang Cheng in Seclusion
Jiang Cheng: *squeezes his belly where his golden core is with a pained expression*
Jiang Xie: *watches him with furrowed brows*
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Jiang Xie: *in the kitchen, talking to the head cook* Ayi, about A-Die...
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Jiang Cheng: Hao Fei, this is the fifth day you've given me congee.
Hao Fei: I'm sorry if the food is not to your liking, Sect Leader, but young mistress Jiang had insisted that you only eat food that can help with your upset stomach.
Jiang Cheng: I don't have an upset stomach.
Hao Fei: Perhaps if Sect Leader communicated this with his daughter, he wouldn't have to endure four days of eating bland food.
Jiang Cheng: Are you telling me how to handle my kid?
Hao Fei: Xiao-Xie has been running around with the three trouble makers looking for the person responsible for your seclusion, sect leader. I heard she reached out to Jin Rulan and asked him to, and I quote "use his sect leader powers" to find a perpetrator.
Jiang Cheng: Nosy brats.
Hao Fei: I wouldn't dare ask sect leader why he chose to lock himself up in his room but I expected our sect leader, whom raised his home from the ashes while caring for his nephew after losing his family to be strong enough to be there for his children, especially at a time like this.
Jiang Cheng: ... *eats his food* Tell Jin Ling to bring his cousin home immediately. Otherwise I'll go to Carp tower myself and break their legs.
Hao Fei: Right away, Sect leader.
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Bofu
Jiang Xie: A-DIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! (slams to Jiang Cheng's legs)
Jiang Cheng: *sigh* A-Xie, what did I say about running by the docks?
Jiang Xie: You never told me you have a big brother!
Jiang Cheng: I didn't?
Jiang Xie: You do! A-Ling called him Dajiu which makes him my Dajiu too!
Jiang Cheng: Bofu, your Bofu. And who's Da-jiu?!
Jiang Xie: Senior Mo! *Gasp* but doesn't that mean that insect really happened in our family???
Jiang Cheng: In...sect...? You mean incest? Where do you even learn these?
Jiang Xie: Do not change the topic, A-Die! You have a brother and you never told me!
Jiang Cheng: I... did have a brother.
Jiang Xie: hmph!
Jiang Cheng: But I don't have one anymore. It's complicated.
Jiang Xie: Is it that "you'll get it when you're older" thing?
Jiang Cheng: ... yes.
Jiang Xie: But Senior Mo was your brother?
Jiang Cheng: No?
Jiang Xie: No?
Jiang Cheng: Senior Mo... is possessed by my brother. No, Zidian can't make him leave.
Jiang Xie: Oh... is that bad? What about Senior Mo?
Jiang Cheng: I don't know. (I don't care either.)
Jiang Xie: *nods* But what should I call him now A-die? He's like, Senior Mo and your brother at the same time!
Jiang Cheng: Jin Ling will be annoyed if refer Wei- his DaJiu with respect before you do to him.
Jiang Xie: A-Ling is A-Ling. Senior Mo is your brother, I want to leave a good impression!
Jiang Cheng: Brat. (You already left a horrible impression I'm sure.) I don't know how you should address him.
Jiang Xie: It's complicated. (Nods sagely)
Jiang Cheng: It's complicated. But you can just ask him how he wants to be called and do as he says to make it simpler.
Jiang Xie: Oh! You truly are wise, A-Die! I'll go ask him!
Jiang Cheng: Brat. Wait. Wei Wuxian and Jin Ling are here?!
Wei Wuxian: Ah, Xiao-Xie, to what do I owe a visit?
Jiang Xie: Senior Mo, can I call you Bofu?
(Jin Ling in the background: *offended gasp*)
Wei Wuxian: ... YES OF COURSE! I'd be honored-(Glows)
Wei Wuxian: But, Ah... wouldn't your A-die mind?
Jiang Xie: A-die said I should ask you.
Wei Wuxian: *Glows even brighter*
Jiang Xie: A-Die?
Jiang Cheng: What is it this time?
Jiang Xie: If Senior Mo-
Jiang Cheng: Wei. His, my brother's name is Wei Ying. Courtesy name Wuxian.
Jiang Xie: If Senior Wei is my Bofu, doesn't that make Hanguang Jun my shenshen?
Jiang Cheng: (torn between accepting Lan Wangji as family and how funny it would be if his daughter calls him shenshen) Maybe. Ask your uncle how to address him.
Jiang Cheng: Wei Wuxian allowed my kid to call him uncle. What does this mean????
Wei Wuxian: Jiang Cheng allowed his kid to call me uncle. What does this mean????
Jiang Xie: A-die! a-Die! Did you know that Bofu has a son?
Jiang Cheng: A... WHAT???
Jiang Xie: A son!
Jiang Cheng: A son?
Jiang Xie: *nods* isn't that great? Our family doubled in just a year!
Jiang Cheng: Wei Wuxian.
Wei Wuxian: Yes, A-Cheng?
Jiang Cheng: If I learn one more life altering secret about the family from one of my kids again, consider this fledgling bridge we've been building broken.
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Dad's
Jiang Xie: A-Ling, A-Ling why are you sad?
Jin Ling: Nothing, I just-
Jiang Xie: Just?
Jin Ling: I just wish I have parents too.
Jiang Xie: We have A-die.
Jin Ling: He's your A-die. Mine is...
Jiang Xie: (contemplates) (with determination) A-Ling, swear brotherhood with me.
Jin Ling: Huh? Why? And what does that have to do with anything.
Jiang Xie: (brightly) If you're my brother then my A-die is your A-die too!
Jin ling: I'm not replacing my father.
Jiang Xie: yeah you're just getting two fathers now. Your Baba and my A-die.
Jin Ling: that's not how it works.
Jiang Xie: It is too! My brother should naturally my father's son too, no?
Jin Ling: that's not- sighs
Jiang Xie: well?
Jin Ling: (hugs Jiang Xie) I'll think about it, thanks A-Xie.
Jiang Xie: (hugs Jin Ling back)
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During a Cultivation conference
Jiang Xie: *looks at Lan Wangji, cowers behind Jiang Cheng a bit* A-Die? Why is Hanguang Jun always mad at you?
Jin Ling: *winces and drinks his tea*
Jiang Cheng: ... He's not mad at me.
Jin Ling: *spits his tea* jiujiu?!!
Jiang Cheng: he looks at nearly everyone the same way. He's just born with that face, no need to put meaning on his stares.
Jiang Xie: *looks at Lan Wangji again* oh, you're right.
Jin Ling: he's no-
Jiang Cheng: Sect Leader Jin, if you're so eager to correct my words, I'm sure you wouldn't mind educating my daughter for the next hour or until her curious mind is satisfied.
Jin Ling: ah, *looks at Jiang Xie's eager eyes* of course, sect leader Jiang is right, the chief cultivator does look at everyone the same way.
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Christmas (kind of)
Jiang Cheng: 'To make it clear, this wasn't my idea. A Senior Disciple came to me one day. "Sect Leader, how about we do something to boost the juniors' morale?" The proposition was thus: We tell the children that if they work their hardest, some of them will be given the chance to have their wish granted by some magic man, or something, Jiang Cheng isn't pivy with the details other than the magical wish grantor is actually just him using the magic of money. It was supposed to be a one time thing but it was a very effective motivator so it became a tradition.
In this year's conferences the Yunmeng Jiang Sect continued to rank among the top in competitions. And now, Jiang Cheng has to complete his end of the bargain.
Jiang Cheng: Next time someone asks to be whipped by Zidian, I'm going to do it so hard no one will ever ask for it ever again. *Picks up a letter separate from the stack* Xiao Xie has been loud but otherwise good this year. Maybe I'll give her something she wants
Xie's letter: I wish to have a Didi.
Jiang Cheng: I thought she already moved on from that... Jin Ling performed very well in the last archery competition. He's A-Jie's son so he's technically Yunmeng Jiang by blood. *Picks up Jin Ling's letter* why is it heavy?
Jin Ling's Letter: I wish Jiujiu and Wei Wuxian to reconcile.
Jiang Cheng: that brat, he should learn to mind his own business- *a gold drops from the letter* is he bribing me?!?!
Jiang Cheng: *massages his temple* picks up a letter from the pile. Yu Meilai, *nods* she more or less carried the sect during those competitions. She deserves to-
Yu Meilai: On behalf of lotus Pier, I humbly ask our wish grantor a torture dungeon. With-
Jiang Cheng: *puts it back in the pile. Picks another letter.* Ah, XinXue. She has been very good with the new Shimei and shidi, I'll try my best to-
XinXue's letter: I wish all demonic cultivators a slow agonizing death
Jiang Cheng: Ah, that's impossible. Even for Sandu Sengshou. I mean, I would attempt it but that would but the sect in danger considering who the chief cultivator's husband is. Yes. That's why I can't do it. I can but I can't. Sorry XinXue. *Picks up a different letter* Please for the love of every deity protecting lotus Pier, let this be something I can actually grant. *Read the letter
Jiang Lian: Our sect Leader works too hard, I wish him a day or two of rest.
Jiang Cheng: Jiang Lian has always been my favorite.
(Jiang Cheng slept soundly that night and then the next.)
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Inheritance
#i accidentally deleted it lol#so i just am gonna put it here again. people who will see it again... sorry i guess. i'll just add something new as an apology#this is so stupid. no one probably cares but i like the little brat i gave him#comic ideas I don't plant to draw featuring the child I gave the jiang cheng#aside from one. i drew one. but it's a mess.#mot everything is in my notes app apparently. oh well
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I don't care that much about spoilers so sometimes I come across one by accident which would have been nice to not have been spoiled on but it's not that big of a deal and sometimes I spoil myself on purpose (there are faves of mine I wouldn't have started/continued if I hadn't gotten spoiled about something I thought would be interesting) and sometimes being spoiled on something gives me mildly to wildly wrong ideas about the story and how things get to that point and/or continue after it that it turns into a whole other experience.
#the only spoiler i can remember getting mad at is when i was reading pandora hearts online#on a site where you could add little notes to the page that other readers could see unless they turned that feature off#(don't remember the name of the site it was something generic like readmanga or mangahere or smth)#anyway some asshole had left a note with like *the* major spoiler for the entire manga on the first page#even if i don't care much about spoilers it was just a huge dick move#pandora hearts#svsss#mdzs#tgcf#mxtx#tsubasa reservoir chronicle#golden terrace#ascendance of a bookworm
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Red Eyes and Evil Time, practically the same thing right (Patreon)
#Doodles#Villainsona#Just Desserts#Sona double feature!#Red Eyes and Evil Time /are/ different for the record lol#There's overlap and they're both eye details but they're different#Mmm Red Eyes feels so niiiice <3 And I've been pacing myself so it's Just Red Eyes!#No red shines :) Which can happen even on Red Eyes#In fact it's probably more common - the red shines on Blue Eyes was something of an oddity#No one knows the lore except me I'll explain someday lol#For now it's just fun to be in Red Eyes! :D And the occasional Evil Time as well lol - all the overlaps!#I somehow accidentally made a like?? Cotton Candied Popcorn themed outfit for Eli for the first one lol that wasn't my intention#I mean it's cute I'm not about to fight it lol I'd love for my sonas to have other clothes inspired by each other haha#Eli's eyes are still quite fun to draw as well haha those bright pops of colour - Red Purple or Blue they're all so stark and shaped#Back to their classic feminine outfit good for them uwu#Silly lad#They're also still a scientist first and foremost - it's all chemicals there's gotta be a way to recreate it externally!#Local vampire scientist creates mood stabilizers more at 7 lol#I'm quite pleased with the three-red two-purple one-blue gradient as well hehe - the decay! :D I like it as a visual#Charm tiiime <3 <3 Happy Charm time in Evil Time! Usually better than bad mood Evil Time lol - at least for those around her#Still chaotic to be in it haha - but happy chaos is happy! Lol#Again more fun with eyes the light bounce in the one where she's holding the melt is so cute and looks so nice on my paper too <3#I had a silly comic idea for her for the next time I get into Red Eyes as well - if I remember lol#Big Love is hearts! It just makes sense#Also I am Really proud of the cleaning job I did on that last one lol - from original to this? Night and day ngl#Guess that goes to show how little cleaning I do on-page lol#For some I do! Others...#Still thinking up outfits - you can probably just make out ''Hero Charm'' in her hair lol trying to think around different themes#Something that could become something else! Add or subtract an element and it changes the ''meaning'' of the outfit#Kinda like her initial caped design that Kaiein rejected hmmm
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OHHHHH MY GOD COMING OFF ANON BECAUSE !??!?!? SCPSL MENTIOn!!?!??!? you are the ONLY person i've EVER seen that mentioned that game in being similar to lethal company ohhhh my god oh my god i used to be so crazy autism over that game Okay. okay. oh my godddd I LOVE(D) SCPSL SO MUCH and it makes me so so so happy to see a game like it get so popular!!! i love lethal company!!! and i love the creatures and the randomly generated facilities and the PROXIMITY chat and the lore (sigurd adn desmond<3) and i love that ALL MY FRIENDS CAN AND DO PLAY ITTT ^__^ its like 14 year old me got blessed by the autism fairy joy and beauty to the world
i don’t know how to say this in a way that wont make me sound like i shouldnt be allowed in public spaces so i’ll just go ahead and say it. I have 200 hours in scpsl
#i havent played it in like 2 or 3 years because one day#it just stopped working on win7. But i got win10 now so theoretically i could play it again. but do i want to#it’s not that it’s a bad game! like i said i’ve had a lot of fun with it. just like lethal company it has some truly#hilarious and truly scary moments#however i can remember a few times where it was just not fun ….. maybe it was the players or the unfair balance or wjatever. But well#i did love it. i love scp and getting to play an scp game for free was life changing to me. IT WAS SO FUN!!#AND I HAD THE MOST BLISSFUL GAMING EXPERIENCE BECAUSE I HAD A BUG WITH MY GAME WHERE I COULDNT HEAR ANYONE AND NO ONE COULD HEAR ME#Probably pissed off my teammates numerous times but well . At least got to exclusively vc with my friends on discord#i think the thing with lethal company (and by extension amogus which is also smth i associate lc with) is that you can play it exclusively#with your buddies. you dont have to join some random ass lobby with random ass people just because the game needs 20 players. U can just#have actual fun. because yes proxy vc is a fun feature for a game but i am seriously grateful that scpsl was bugged for me#i’ve played a lot of ‘shooter’ games (or just games similar to genre) and like Sure im used to people being jerks in game chat or something#but there’s a difference between game chat and straigjt up vc ….. so yeah. i know that it’s barely scpsl’s fault but i just felt like sayin#all that. Blinks#where am i . what am i talking about#sorry for the weird not quite rant about scpsl BUT YES i do think lethal company is quite similar to it. And like if that game was fun again#not to mention the creatures!!! like. coilhead? 173 but well it’s a common trope. eyeless dog? literally 939. A MASK THAT POSSESSES YOU?#DUDE . THIS IS 035 . BRACKEN? okay that’s like 096 but a little to the left#all they need to do now is add a 049 adjacent creature Or perhaps an evil ai computer that locks you in the building or makes landmines#explode on their own. i dont even know. zeekeers hire me#and yeah i love the rng of it all because it makes for a uniquely hilarious/terrifying experience each time. Something it sucks so bad and#you get a facility with like 1 door which is locked. but that too is funny. to me lc isnt about winning it’s about dying in the funniest way#sigmund and desmond lore is also rly good <3 i hope it gets expanded upon. Would love to see some more worldbuilding stuff like WHATHAPPENED#cramswering#anyway. it has been years since i played scpsl and i know tjat they did a bunch of updates and added a bunch of scps . So i dont know if the#game is better or worse now. and i dont know if i want to find out…. what if my game becomes unbugged and i hear people#now THAT’S real horror game material if you ask me
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I’m always paranoid of my tumblr being deleted or malfunctioning or something like that someday, so here’s other places to find me/follow me, just in case lol
~ instagram - https://www.instagram.com/lucalicatte/
~ main youtube - https://www.youtube.com/c/LucaLiCatte
~ games/sims youtube - https://www.youtube.com/@cloudycatte
~ facebook page (I rarely use this because I hate facebook but.. it at least allows text posts better than instagram does, so idk maybe I’d use it more if tumblr went away? lol) - https://www.facebook.com/cloudycatteart/
~ Other Links (stuff I don’t use often/isn’t Main enough to list here, like twitter, neopets, other tumblr sideblogs, youtube channels, etc.) are here - http://icewindandboringhorror.tumblr.com/otherlinks )
#An updated version of this since some of the links on the old one are no longer the same lol#I might make a website website one day (not with a custom domain since I'm not paying for that/dont have the money lol#but like a 'my name.weebly.com type thing lol) but I haven't had the time recently. If I ever get around to it I'll update the post and#reblog that version. ANYWAY.. I just like to have one of these written out to reblog every once in a while. During the once ever few months#when poeple are like 'tumblr is failing again! it wont survive!' which has happened like 80 times but I'm still always like :0c what if!#also love the ms paint art done with a mouse ghhj#ANYWAY.. also if you want to see the stinky game I made that's not actually related to my own worldbuilding really (why I have never#posted anything about it publilcy because it's like.. how do I talk about it lol) I have my itch.io linked in the 'other links' page#as well as my General Projects blog. which talks about all the ongoing and upcoming projects I want to do that are#actually set in my world and can give you previews of some of the things I'm working on. Currently resuming my Game after abandoning it#basically for the entire pandemic and a little before that - as mentioned before - so that's OUgh.. in terms of A Lot Of Work#Especially since while kind of 'revamping and updating' I want to add a few features which are mostly easy but every once in a while#I don't understand something and it's like....... hGGhh...... Ironically despite Blogging I just hate talking to people in public open foru#.. I love privacy and security lol.. and I always feel that ONE day I am going to have a question that has not already been asked on a foru#somewhere and I am going to have to post myself and.. no.. I shan't even imagine it.. It's not even really social anxiety it's just like..#efficiency.. instead of wating like days to get an accurate response and resolve the problem with the general public I would rather just ha#e a one time 30min conversation with an expert and resolve it quickly. PLUS then I also only interact with One stranger instead of Many Of#Them lol.. any 6+ yrs of experience Ren'py experts hmu so I can pay you like $50 to have a single 45min conversation#with me over an insanely simple question and then never talk to you again until a year later when I have a second question. hhjb#ANYWAY.. I still really don't like instagram or it's layout and I never understood how it works like.. if I should be tagging photos or wha#or how you really use it and I just... euGH... stimky.. but it is one of the most popular so I feel obligated to link it. I wish facebook w#sn't such a nasty poo poo because I do actually like the variety of posts you can make and how Pages on facebook operate. In the scense of#it being similar to tumblr that you can make a VARIETy of styles of post. not just Only Post Photos or Only Short Text or Only Video which#is still like.. how the funk does sutff like that even get popular lol.. the Limited nature.. hewwo.. but alas.. and NO way I'm touching#fucking Threads please do not make an account on there and don't let your friends do it and don't let that shit catch on lol.#BUT YEahg... links...... just in case.. i hope tumblr stays aroundin it's current format forever though lol..#I'm pretty sure even facebook doesn't have audio posts. or tags the way this does. or CHRONOLOGICAL FEED. custom html for pages.. aaaaa
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🌻Amy Pond Unrelated Media Universe🌻: The Official Masterpost
This one is for the time travelers!!!! I'm putting this madness together in celebration of these wonderful people: @leavethepastouttopasture @jonismitchell @mikaelson @robarazziofficial who are always welcome to submit their ideas/posts (though you are all making my days so much brighter just by being here) I intend to track down and archive every Amy Pond cameo that graced art history here (the girl is time travelling and chatting with Emily Brontë right now, as we blog) Here's what I've got so far! (my vortex manipulator is kinda rusty which means that I am meant to update this frequently) *more under the cut*
So far Amy Pond has been spotted in:
🔮Poetry🔮
1. Mad Girl's Love Song - Sylvia Plath; The Stolen Child - W. B. Yeats; Ophelia - Arthur Rimbaud
2. The Window - H.P. Lovecraft (bonus)
📝Prose📝
1.) Wuthering Heights (Emily Brontë):
First, a scrapbook of thoughts: part 1; part 2; part 3; part 4; part 5
A series of museum exhibitions (the artist: @leavethepastouttopasture): part 1; part 2; part 3
Movie screens (the director: @mikaelson): a gifset, a short film
2.) Eva Luna - Isabel Allende
3.) Coraline - Neil Gaiman: part 1; part 2; part 3
4.) The Shining - Stephen King: part 1; part 2; part 3 (references to The Haunting of Hill House and We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson)
5.) The Haunting of Hill House - Shirley Jackson: part 1; part 2; part 3
6.) Dracula - Bram Stoker: part 1; part 2
7.) The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath (+ Cassandra Cameo)
8.) Jane Eyre - Charlotte Brontë
+ Amy's Bookish Life Insights (her potential reading list that is, by @jonismitchell)
🎸Music🎸
Amelia Jean - Jack's Mannequin
Summertime - My Chemical Romance
Florence Welch
The Bomb - Florence Welch: visual
South London Forever - Florence Welch: visual
The Fog - Kate Bush + some ideas
Amy Pond meets Pretty. Odd. (Panic! at the Disco) 1) 2)
Hallelujah - Panic! at the Disco
When The Day Met The Night - Panic! at the Disco
HOUSE OF MEMORIES - Panic! at the Disco
Burning Down The House - Talking Heads
Garden Song - Phoebe Bridgers
Amy Pond + The Album That Never Was (Cricket & Clover - Panic! at the Disco)
One: Amy Pond: The Concert (playlist by @jonismitchell)
Two: Amy Pond: The Concert (playlist by yours truly + visuals to accompany the experience)
Three: Amy Pond: World Tour (playlist by @mikaelson)
Amy Pond + Songs/Spotify Inspired
📜Mythology📜
Cassandra (Greek Mythology): part 1; part 2; part 3; part 4; part 5; part 6; part 7; part 8
Helen of Troy/Cassandra (Greek Mythology)
Pandora's Box (Greek Mythology)
Elektra, Introduction by Anne Carson
🌻Paintings🌻
Another Exhibition!
J. W. Waterhouse's (+ J. Everett Millais) Ophelias (you know Billy Shakes ;)
Art History Textbook + Wuthering Heights (yes. again)
💫The Ultimate Amy Pond Unrelated Media Post💫
#amy pond#doctor who#amy pond unrelated media universe#amy pond unrelated media universe: the official masterpost#i will probably do this for web weaves as well <3#might extend it to dw web weaves though#i surely missed something so please let me know what to add <3#and keep being creative and wonderful and and and YOURSELVES ☀️#i love this little fandom corner so much#open to featuring contradicting views here even and especially if they come from the same person <3 so don't hold back
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