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certifiedcodbabygirl · 4 months

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PREPARE FOR WHIPLASH:

Listen I know I have ✨anxiety✨ but i also have DREAMS SUE ME:

Your husband, Captain MacTavish, walks you to his back porch at night in the MIDDLE OF A SCOTTISH WINTER (holy fuck I’m southern 🤠 I’d die irl) and strips you bare,

Shivering and with wide eyes you pause when he says “Ya have 15 lass, Go.”

You hesitate before scampering off best you can in the snow and ice (trying to not bust ass tbh)

He give you a 5 minutes or so head start before stripping bare also and setting off on the hunt. Isn’t he generous?

It’s not long before he finds you shivering and miserable behind a fallen tree huddling behind a slushy pile of leaves

“Pitiful Mo luaidh, I expected better.”

You’re nervous for his reaction as he throws you over his hot shoulder before you can form a thought, as if the cold couldn’t touch him. You slowly relax into his back for the short walk home.

Your laid on the fur before the fireplace in the living room as his mouth gives you every praise between your legs for being “Such a big girl, braving the cold like that for me.”

His (deep breath) hot, thick cock sliding in and out slowly warming you up inside and out, pinned down in a mating press your body as hot as the fire at this point as he pulls quite a few orgasms from you..

He takes you upstairs for a warm bath and you fall sleep, the cold not touching either of you anymore.

I’m BEGGING for the smut if you like this outline bestie pls 😭 I LOVE CAPTAIN MACTAVISH WITH MY HEART AND SOUL

He's so mean :(

He takes his time finding you, but we all know damn well he already knows where you are. Your breathing is muffled by the snow but he's very intuitive. It doesn't matter if you're from Scottland or not, being naked in that weather rips away any tolerance you may have.

Hands tucked under your armpits, back to a tree, breathing ragged. You're too busy trying to keep even slightly warm to hear his slightly crunched footsteps in the snow. He grabs your wrist before you can even see him and he maneuvers you to throw you over his shoulder.

"Oh fuck!" You yelp as your waist is slung over his back.

He slaps your ass, most definitely hard enough to leave a mark. The walk back to the cabin is quiet, except the occasional groan leaving his lip. The slight drag of your hardened nipples across his back causes his cock to stay at least semi hard despite the cold weather.

The door busts open as you both enter the cabin. He walks to the fireplace and lays you down of the soft rug.

"John, I'm really fuckin-"

"Cold? I ken, lass. Lemme warm ye up, yeah?" He smirks, getting on his knees and lifting your legs over his shoulder.

His hands run up and down your sides, softly grasping your tits. He gives soft tugs on your nipples, laying heated kisses right above your clit. He has you squirming, desperate to get contact. He moves his head to the side, just enough to leave gentle bites on the inside of your thighs. You try to lift your hips, but his hands force them down.

"Gett'n impatient now, hm?", He raises his eyebrow.

"John please" You whine and give a small pout, laying your head on the carpet.

His tongue circles around your clit and gives a soft suckle to the bud. You gasp, hands flying to his hair, gripping his short mohawk. He slaps the side of your thigh, a silent warning to keep your hands to yourself. Your hands leave his hair and find their way to the top of the cushion of the couch behind you. His middle and ring finger prod at your entrance, pushing in with little prep. A high pitched whine leaves you at the intrusion, gripping onto the cushion like a life line. The stimulation to but your clit and your cunt become too much, hips trying move away.

"Dinnae run from me, hen. Thought ya wanted this, hm?" He taunts, face muffled by your pussy.

A drawn out whine rips from your throat as his finger curl repeatedly against the soft, spongey spot inside you. His mouth suckles at your clit with more intensity than before. The tightning in your abs starts coming to it's peak faster than you were ready for. Your cunt squeezes around his fingers, the closer you get to your peak. Before you cum, he pulls his fingers away, licking them clean while you pout at him.

"Dinnae look at me like that. Be a good lass, turn around, and bend over"

"You're being too mean" You say, frowning while leaning onto the couch cushion, arching your back.

Before you can say anything else, he grips your hair and pulls your back to his chest. His arm leaves your hair and wraps around to grip your throat, squeezing enough to make you gasp.

"I'm bein mean, eh? Thought you'd be grateful for what've given ya. Apparently not, greedy girl"

He shoves you forward so that you're forced to be folded over the cushion, a whine forced out of you. He grips your hips and lines is cock up with your wet cunt. he pushes into you, not moving to fast but not giving you a break. Once he's fully in, he slaps your ass hard enough to leave a bruise. He starts a rough pace, leaving no time to adjust. Any whines, moans, or cries are all muffled once he shoves your head into the cushion. His groans and heavy breathing send hot waves to your chest.

"G'd, ya feel so fouckin good, bonnie.", He groans, hand moving to brush your hair off your neck, "Be a good lass and touch yourself f'r me"

You nod as much as you can and move your arm down to draw tight circles to your clit. His thrusts get deeper, more powerful, cock kissing your cervix every damn time. Your orgasm draws closer and closer, whines getting higher and higher pitched. You move your head to the side, trying to warn him.

'J-john, I'm can't- I can't stop, 'm gonna cum" You get out, whines turning to gasp as the warm flooding feeling gets closer and closer, "Fuck!"

Your cries as you cum push him closer and closer to his end, thrusts getting a little sloppy. His back flushes against your as he comes with a deep groan, hands holding onto yours.

"Fuck, sweeh'ert"

As your orgasms fade away, he leaves open mouthed kisses along your spine. He softly lifts you up so your back is to his chest and gently kisses your neck.

"Such a good lass.. C'mon, let's get ya a bath, hm?"

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lilabella12 · 7 months

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1346 - Day 2

The snow is still coming down hard but at least the spinach is growing! For the next few weeks there's little to eat but spinach salad much to Evans dismay... he's quite the picky eater.

Elaine on the other hand eats anything and is quite messy with it. She also turns out to be quite the talker. Her big brother is still her favourite but she gets on with Madeline just as well. Only James seems strangely left out... by his own choice.

Rachel now learned to sit up! Julianne spends a lot of time with her to encourage her to start crawling around the house on her own.

Early in the morning on a clear day while James and Madeline tend to the livestock, Cassian decides to head out to the market again to sell some of the ingots still left over from his last trip.

But the day is slow and he doesn't get much business. As it turns afternoon he gets another visit by the stranger from last time. But he seems.... different. Sad almost.

"Good day, sire, can I help you with something today?"

"No boy. I came to ask a favour of you."

"Whatever it is sire, I'll be sure to do what I can. You helped me out before so I would be honoured to return the favour."

"Come with me for a second, over here."

"I need to get a message to my family. I've heard rumours about the planning of another invasion into my homeland and I need my family save. Can you do that for me?"

"Well... yes, sire, I think so. But wouldn't you be more comfortable seeing them yourself?"

"I can't leave here. I'm still in negotiations. Perhaps this whole disaster can still be stopped. But I need to know they will be safe. So.... will you do it?"

"Where do I have to go?"

"It's up north in Scottland. I have a fast horse you can take. I can also make out a messengers permit for you. You will probably only take a few weeks."

"But what of my family?"

"I will take care of their needs while you are away of course. I need to make some preparations as well. I intend to buy a house for them here."

"I will speak to my stepmother about this, but I will of course repay my debt to you, sire. I will ride after the christmas festival if it pleases you."

"Yes, that will be just fine. We will have enough time... I hope."

Cassian tells Julianne about the strangers request that evening. She reassures him that they will be fine for a few weeks.

"We owe this man much, so it's good to repay a favour."

On christmas day Cassian goes out hunting for the first time. He feels confident that he can bring home something for a feast that night.

Meanwhile, Julianne takes care of the house and the children.

He's really lucky and brings home a big pheasant for dinner. Julianne prepares it and they even invite over Aunt Charlotte after her christmas mass.

Christmas in the Miller household is also joyful. Tara has grown up enough to be able to walk around on her own and Alton is absolutely infatuated with her.

Annabelle is happy to see her child grow but something casts a shadow on her heart... they've been trying for another child for some time now but it seems that it's not the Watchers wish to grant them another.

"I know, love" Alton tells her after she talks about her fears of infertility. "But aren't you happy with our small family? We still have each other."

She feels a bit better afterwards.

After the christmas festival there's dire news of Altons parents... His mother Cassia succumbed to the flu shortly after the family celebration. Farhan and Ronan lay her to rest but the christmas spirit did not last long for them.

#sims4 #ultimate decades challenge #atwood legacy #the sims 4 #1340

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jokatsuya · 2 years

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Could you please make a fanfic of Sherlock x reader where reader is an artist who paints sings dances and a hopeless romantic falling for a rather practical consulting detective!

Practical my ass

Sherlock x reader / Sherlock x G/n reader

Wordcount: 802

Warnings: actually none (not even if you are a high functioning sociopath)

Summary: Check out the adorable request by @asherloki

A/n: Yes, Queen again. And? A problem with it? No? Me neither. I hope to have fulfilled this request as well as possible, without having turned away too much from the actual idea. Even if the story is not that long, I would be very happy if it is well received like the others. Yours JoKatsuya

>>This thing called love, I just can't handle it, this thing called love...<<, I hum to the music in front of me, while I concentrated on the canvas in front of me add a small detail, bend back a little, inspect the work in front of me and satisfied strip a loose strand from my face. In the process, I seem to have completely forgotten that just a few moments ago I used my fingers to paint, although the paint is now definitely in my face. Great.

>>I have to call on your skills, (L/n).<<, Holmes' voice cutting into the room from the entrance of my studio after the small bell above the door has rung. Does he have to come back right now after months? I met the infamous London consulting detective in the course of the case, as Dr. Watson ended up calling it, "The Great Game," and I quite possibly fell for him a bit. His elongated well-defined body in the well-fitting suits, his confident appearance, his intellect,...He is just perfect. As unpleasant as it is, I can't deny that I thought about him far too often after our last meeting.

With a quick movement, I turn off the radio and with a hasty glance at the small wall mirror behind my screen, I give up looking presentable for Sherlock Holmes. His footsteps approach me quickly before finally stopping beside me. From my still seated position, I have to cast my gaze upward with the intention of looking him in the face. I freeze. He looks even better than how I remember him and how he appears in the media through the pictures. Not that he wouldn't look attractive there as well, quite the opposite. To get back on a somewhat straight track of myself I look aside in embarrassment, as well as with glowing cheeks and clear my throat, >>How can I help you today, Mr. Holmes?<<

After an inquiring and following triumphant look on his part, he replies looking across the room: >>You can fake a 'Weber'?<<

When I began to answer, very much out of the cold, he starts to trudge past my paintings and insistently examines them: >>Fakes? What makes you think that?<<

>>Come on (y/n)! It is so obvious that even a blind man would notice it.<<, he argues my before asked question as if it is natural to be able to assume this. Well, he had a point about making fakes, but how does he know and why does he want to know? Wait, he works for the Yard, doesn't he? No, he wouldn't... After all, the way I met him, he would never...but I don't really know him at all. Keep calm (y/n), it's definitely not going that way. But what if it does?

>>This has nothing to do with the idiots of Scottland Yard.<<, he answers my question before I even had the chance to ask it. Astonished at this, I open my mouth with the intention of asking for a reason for his knowledge of my thought processes, but he also answers this question in advance.

>>Ah, come on (y/n). Didn't you catch anything last time? Pardon, you were too distracted by my person, weren't you? It's called deduction. I deduce from my observations and they confirm my theory about you not being as inexperienced in forgery as you would have me believe.<< Still not quite convinced, I continue to eye him suspiciously as he approaches me again.

>>I wouldn't need a confession to convict you of forgery, so come (L/n).<<

I don't know what exactly convinces me, but I admit defeat. I blame it on his charisma itself, which does not make me doubt further: >>Why do you need them, hypothetically speaking, I could make such a 'fake'?<<

>>A case.<<, he answers taciturnly with a satisfied grin.

>>And what would the whole thing do for me? I mean such a...job hypothetically requires a lot of effort, which expects a reward.<<, I present him the basic condition of my concession, while he walks around me.

>>Hypothetically speaking, should you really do it,>> he leans over my shoulder and whispers in my ear,>>I would invite you on a date. You like Indian?<<

I suck in a sharp breath. This couldn't be true. No way. My blush rises to my face again, though subconsciously I was all too aware that it would have no romantic context for him whatsoever. But isn't that what I kind of wanted from the beginning?

>>It would be beneficial for both of us, (y/n). I can solve my case and you get me. At least for the evening. Isn't that practical?<<

>>Practical my ass...but...agreed...<<, I admit defeat guiltily and push away from him a bit. This is the final low point of my life behind the rose-tinted glasses.

Strictly do not: copy, claim or translate those stories of mine anywhere else

#sherlock #sherlock bbc #sherlock holmes #bbc #sherlock fic #sherlock fanfiction #benedict cumberbatch #benedict cumberbatch x reader #sherlock x reader #sherlock x y/n #benedict cumberbatch x y/n #art #artist

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prerodinu · 7 months

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Aston King’s Cottage

Location: Scottland.

His home is protected by magic. No one can stumble upon it. It’s larger on the inside then is shown on the outside. He has a portal inside of it so that Pandora can come and go as she pleases.

The house's security system is an old one. A protection spell that means no one inside comes in without Abbott’s approval or knowledge.

#(Pack Locations // Aston King's Cottage)#(Aston // Lore)#◜ ╱ que. ⟩⟩ things to do during a full moon. ◞

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lostelfwriting · 1 year

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tag game c:

o.o thank you @sleepsonfutons

Rules: Tag 10 (or less) people you want to get to know better

relationship status: happily married

favourite colour: red, always been red, so if you see me only dress myself in green, just assume that you are actually blind because I obviously only wear red... (red looks horrible on me, someone please lift the curse, I want to dress myself in my favourite colour T.T)

song stuck in my head: all of them, all the damn time, I'm not kidding, I'm a walking jukebox. latest: I'm Good, I'm Feeling Alright

three favourite foods: lasagna, cumin soup, svíčková na smetaně (roast tenderloin in sour cream sauce)

last song I listened to: all of the_miracle_alligner's cover songs - bardcore covers! :D had to drive a lot today so I listened to all of it :3

dream trip: Norway, or back to Scottland but this time with toilets. last time I went with school and one trip was planned so we spent the whole day on the bus. the whole day. not a single stop. no toilet. second half of the trip was just "oh no oh no oh no oh no"

last thing(s) i googled: how to translate svíčková na smetaně :D traditional Czech meals have the weirdest names, okay? I gave up on translating chlupaté knedlíky (hairy dumplings 😏)

This was fun. :D Now I'm gonna attempt to tag people which I'm bad at so please don't be mad if 1) you aren't interested, 2) you've already done this, 3) you have no idea who I am and why there's a notif from me

@gabessquishytum @staroftheendless @rainbowvamp @acedragontype @academicblorbo

#tag game

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greycappedjester · 2 years

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Hey so i was rereading all in the cards, as one does, and I got curious about how the castles look like. I'm kinda bad visualizing things and idk if I've been imagining the wrong all along 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

Ooh, I love this ask! Thank you! It took me a bit to find pictures that helped match my head but here you go:

Clubs:

Built into the cliffs and high up since the waves can get big and the water is very turbulent (this side of the sea is not used for sailing hardly ever). However, as Clubs is both the financially richest and the most safely situated kingdom, this castle has seen the least amount of destruction and is richly (if practically) made.

Closest I could find was this photo of Aragonese Castle in Italy or Dunnottar Castle in Scottland

Source article: https://www.huffpost.com/entry/beautiful-castles-on-clif_n_5201651

Spades:

The most typical fantasy castle depiction. With it being th most centrally located castle for the Card Kingdom, it is a major trading hub that is very open to visitors. It's also located next to a very large lake.

Here is Conwy Castle in Wales (photo by Roy James Shakespeare) and Alnwick Castle in England (photo by Darren Turner)

Source article: https://www.rd.com/list/gorgeous-medieval-castles/

Diamonds:

Diamonds is all about matching the tall mountains and trees around them. It also is closest to their historically more volatile neighbors, Hyakuzawa, so is built to be intimidating and hard to get into. Of course, it is also known for its Spires to ward away thieves and spies.

....I genuinely could not find a real life castle that perfectly matched this one and the fantasy castles that matched I could not tell if they were safe to repost.

Generally, think gothic castle that's tall with a lot of thins spirals. I found looking up vampire castle typically got me closest. Then, positioned in the middle of mountains.

Hearts:

The sea-trading hub of the kingdom. Hearts is marked by their closesness to the sea and large number of sea-faring traders (espcially from Nohebi and Futakuchi before the Iron Wall went up). Currently, the capital including the castle itself still shows a lot of marks from the recent Hearts Civil War. There are still signs of crumbling stone that has not entirely been fixed and, most prominently, burn marks.

I really loved Tossa de Mar in Spain for this:

Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Tossa_de_Mar,Vila_Vella-_004.jpg

(Btw I tried to use only publicly avaliable photos and cite where I got them because art theft is a very, very bad thing. Please let me know if I messed up on any)

#cards

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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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Hey lovely ❤️❤️

For the ask game;

61 - about Baby Fever AU, 42, 19

Hi there! 💚

In Baby Fever, what's your favourite scene that you wrote?

There are a lot, but this one's definitely a scene I love very much, 'cause it's so funny and adorable, yet a bit shocking and somehow sexy? Ugh... 😍😂

"Y/N?" Loki suddenly spoke up. Our car ride had been very quiet so far. "Mhh?" "I want a baby." I hit the brakes immediately. What? His words hit me like a truck, caught me completely off-guard and caused my eyes to widen. "I beg you pardon... You want what?" "I want to have a baby - with you." I blinked rapidly. My brain couldn't believe what my ears just heard. "You want a baby? With me?" He crossed his arms over his chest. "No, with the sexy blonde girl from the second floor… Of course with you! I would never want a baby with a woman who isn't you! What are you thinking, darling?" I was still just staring at him. "Can we have one? Please? Just imagine how utterly sweet a mix out of me and you would look! Darling, we'd make the prettiest babies!" Loki looked at me with puppy eyes. "I-I-I..." I didn't get more words out in that moment. I was way too shocked… Suddenly his expression shifted, turned into a mischievous smirk. He took my hand in his and leaned over, getting closer towards me. "Can we make one now?" My husband said in the most seductive tone I had ever heard, before he captured my lips with his, kissing me ferociously. His hand started to wander; dangerously close to the hem of my t-shirt. Loki was on the verge of slipping his hand underneath the piece of clothing, when my brain finally caught up. I quickly ended the kiss and shoved his hand away. "Woah there! Hang on for a second and keep it in your pants!" Loki pouted. "But why, darling?" "Because two hours ago you didn't even want to meet your niece – who is a baby, and now you're asking me to have one with you?! Right now?!" He sighed. "Yes, I know, love, but... I don't know… When Eisa looked at me with those big, blue eyes, it was like... a magic moment." My gaze softened. "And that's wonderful, Lokes, it really is, but... Having a baby is a serious topic. You don't just rush into this, you know? A child is a life changing thing. You have to be clear about this and be sure that you really want it." Once again, those puppy eyes. "But... I am sure, love. I really want this." "Okay, Lokes..." I took a deep breath. His enthusiasm scared me a bit, honestly... "Let's talk about this in peace, yes? We are going to think this through and then we talk over the weekend again, okay?" Loki nodded. "Of course, whatever you wish, my queen." I nodded as well. "Good." Then I took another breath, before I set the car back into motion. I still couldn't believe that I just had this conversation with Loki... "But that isn't a 'no', right?" "It's not a 'no', yes..." I answered cautiously and witnessed from the corner of my eyes how he started to smile. "But it isn't a yes either!" I quickly added. Loki just continued to smile. "That's correct, but I am very certain that you do want this. You are talking more often about babies than you notice, darling." I frowned. "Do I?" "Mhm." "Well... Like I said, we'll see..."

What's your favourite title that you've come up with?

That's a good question! Let me think... 🤔 Okay, yes, well... There's this one fic I one wrote... It was for Campbell Bain from 'Takin' Over the Asylum'. TOtA is a BBC Scottland mini series from the 90's with Ken Scott and a young David Tennant (I love DT and still do - like some of you may know... He was my first celebrity crush!), looking like this:

Anyways, long story short... Sorry for rambling. The title I came up with was 'Lovestruck Loonies' - and gods, I still love it!

Do you enjoy creating OCs or do you prefer to stick solely to canon characters?

I love creating OCs! I've got a whole bunch of OCs! ☺️

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mobyfitzwilliam · 2 years

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GHOSTWRITER - The Arrival

I write with the full knowledge that this documentation will not be found until long after my death. Indeed, my purpose is not to be read, but to document this experience for personal posterity, as my only real intention is to work very perversely to please myself.

I have always seen myself as a character in a gothic novel, and after living this experience, I know that the final step is simply to record the story on paper.

Be warned, there will be little rhyme or reason to this tale at first, but much as I became acclimatized to the mystery as it unfolded, so too will you grow accustomed to the world, hypothetical reader.

One final word of warning. Darkness is contained within this text, and by engaging with it, it cannot be guaranteed that you shall be safe. Go safely forward, but beware.

I first arrived in Glamis Forfar following an extended stay in the Kingsland Ward of London, where, despite the best intentions of the staff there, I'd found myself completely and utterly mad. Upon my release, I had decided to make my way back to my family's estate in the upper part of Scottland. However, I changed my plans after being advised by a gentleman I met on the train to book myself into an extended stay at the McKittrick Hotel.

"It's a far-flung part of the world," he advised me, "and they don't get too many visitors."

"I suppose there is nothing much to see," I replied.

"It all depends on what you mean by nothing."

The train station was little more than a platform, raised overlooking the village of Gallow Green. It was a lush evening, just the faintest hint of a chill on the breeze, lightly fluttering my capelet. I lowered my hat to shield my eyes from the sunset, dipping just behind the enormity of the hotel looming before me.

Stepping down from the platform, I crossed a disused high street, and down a series of steps. I would later come to know that the train station was built atop what used to be called Gallow's Hill, which had been the sight of many witch hangings some years before. I was rather sympathetic to the poor souls lost there. Doubtless that in such a place as this, with its eerie woods, sudden fogs, moaning winds, and lonely houses, I may still today find myself looked at askance. Once upon a time, I may have even been branded as a witch, myself.

Descending to the hotel entrance, I passed a patio upon which several empty chairs and tables sat, largely overgrown by brush and vegetation. A sign advertised the Manderley Bar within the hotel, opened nightly, and I resolved to investigate it once I had settled in.

Before entering the hotel, I turned back to see the remainder of my surroundings. It seemed the village was off to my left, as a series of closely knit buildings sat, laced together by once manicured trees. Off to the right sat a building slightly smaller than the hotel, with the ivy wrapped brick of the facade fading into the forest it sat before. It was far enough away that I couldn't make out the sign indicating the purpose of such a place.

As I observed, I noticed I had not been, as I assumed, the only person to exit the train. A young woman was walking with resolved trepidation into the village, wrapped in a tartan capelet and carrying with her a suitcase. It seemed this little town had some life in it yet.

The lobby of the hotel was dimly lit, even at this hour of the early evening, and much of the furniture was covered by dust sheets. Yet, a Porter sat behind the front desk, engaged so deeply in a paper folding exercise that he did not notice me until I rang the bell upon the desk.

It was such a quiet, dusty place that the bell's ring echoed throughout the entire space, hanging sharp in the air. The Porter instantly looked up, staring me dead in the eye.

"I've been waiting for you. I had begun to think you might not come." He spoke in a monotone voice that somehow conveyed a majority of feeling.

"I don't believe I have a reservation," I said, knowing full well that I had never heard of the place until I began my journey, "but I'd like to book a suite for an extended stay."

The Porter pointed down to the sign in book, and I was quite shocked to see my own name, written next to today's date.

"We've been closed for quite some time, due to unfortunate circumstances, but we are pleased to welcome you," the Porter intoned.

"Am I the only guest?"

"We have some long-term residents you are likely to meet, and the locals tend to pass through regularly."

"Come, you're not going to start telling me strange tales of ghosts in lonely houses, are you?"

"No, I am not."

I sensed for the first time something behind those blankly expressionistic eyes, something akin to fear. I had no inclination, however, whether that was fear of me or for me.

"I'm likely to be here quite some time," I said, changing the topic of conversation as I scribbled down my signature, "I have some writing to do, and I was advised that this may be the best place to find inspiration and solitude."

"Certainly, sir, I don't believe we've ever had a writer in residence, but there are many... creatives in the area. Your key." He slid an ancient looking brass key across the desk, attached to which was a playing card.

"Do you have any identification for us to keep on file?" he asked.

I opened my bag, looking for my passport or personal papers. In my haste, I removed a Tarot card that had been sitting within my bag. The devil.

"That will do perfectly fine," the Porter smoothly spoke, taking the card from the table where I had absentmindedly placed it.

I slowly closed my bag.

"Please, leave your luggage with me, I will transport it to your suite. James is waiting in the elevator to escort you. The Manderley Bar will be open this evening, and a grand ball is soon to follow. Do not hesitate to visit me at the front desk, should you require anything at all, and do enjoy your stay." With that, he swept out from behind the desk, took my suitcase and leatherbound black satchel, and was just as quickly gone into the darkness behind a heavy black curtain.

Off in an even darker corner of the room, a tall and severely handsome man emerged.

"Do come in," he cooed with the low voice of a bird of prey.

I entered, discovering he had stepped out of a cleverly obscured elevator, as vast and empty as the lobby had been.

"Welcome to the McKittrick Hotel. I have just a few words of advice for your stay."

His eyes stared intensely into my own as he spoke, but unlike the Porter, from whom I experienced a sense of overwhelming dread, this man seemed to emanate a sinister glee in my presence.

"This place is a mystery, but it is yours to solve during your stay. Should you encounter any of our residents, recall that fortune favors the bold."

The door opened onto an atrium containing a table upon which sat a taxidermy eagle, frozen in perpetual attack.

"Your suite is at the end of the hall," he said as I exited, and before I could turn back for clarification, the door had slid silently shut.

Before too long, I had found my way to my suite, a room of remarkable excess and comfort, lushly furnished in red velvet. I found myself so weary from the day's adventures that I resolved to settle in for an evening's sleep. Turning on the room's radio, I allowed myself to drift off to the crooning of the melancholy tune that echoed from within.

Every night about this time

Memories haunt me

Wondering too

Who’s dancing with you

Every night about this time

I slept so soundly on that first night, encased behind the heavy curtains of the four-poster bed, oblivious to the rest of the world's goings on. Had I awoken and glanced out to take in the view of the Gallow Green night, I would have seen the figure in a long red dress walking down the High Street toward the town, only to stop as she passed the hotel, looking directly up at my window.

Yours,

Fitzwilliam

#sleep no more #mckittrick hotel #sleepnomorenyc #mckittrick #sleepnomore #the woman in black #then she fell #thewomaninblack #shakespeare #macbeth #punchdrunk #SNM #SNM recap

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"Hey, wanna check something out?" Gage asks Goat as he hovers up from the basement.

With a glance to see a smile, Goat replies, "it's not going to stab me, is it?"

"Not this time, not at all! It won't harm you in any form, at least not this time!"

Goat puts a hand over his muzzle and eyes sighing, "alright, I'm going down".

Gage hovers his way down the stairs and out of Goat's sight. Goat walks down the stairs, looking around. He heads to a slightly lower section used as a laundry room, or experiment room. Goat looks at a very giddy Gage, standing next to a strange circular device with a globe floating above it.

"So, you made a floating globe? You can already throw stars how is this impressive?" Goat asks. After asking he attempts to touch the globe. Gage catches his wrist and twists if away from the globe staring in Goat's eyes.

"IF YOU TOUCH IT YOU WILL DIE", Gage says in a raised voice.

"It's just a globe, man!"

"Oh, right, no. It's another Earth, look at it more carefully".

After a closer examination, it becomes apparent that Iceland is missing, a new land mass is in the Atlantic, and finally Wales and Scottland are their own separate islands. Of course this is just what Goat can notice. Goat looks up at Gage, who is once again smiling.

"What the fuck?" Goat questions with sincerity.

"Well, I've been working on a device that can project another universe's planet into our world without using my power to do so".

"And how many times did you fail?"

"... Don't ask!"

"And how would I die?"

"It would either translate your mass into their universe up in their atmosphere and rip you apart atom by atom as it forces you into free fall, or it would improperly translate you, causing you to shrink to a point where it'd crush you into a black hole and consume their planet".

"How do you know that?"

"... please don't ask".

"Ok, but I have just one last question. Why without your power, and what powers it?"

"It's too easy, just giving myself knowledge without failing or using it as a power source. Things are already easy in every little game, I need to bar myself".

Goat sighs, "I don't think I'll understand your plight, I'm sorry".

"I can do anything. Anything I want. Anything at all. Everything I do is pointless. Nothing is worth it", Gage looks down, flipping a black hood over his head, the universe in his cloak dim. Standing there.

Goat mumbles something. The fur on his body stands a bit as he looks at Gage. Goat slowly moves his hand to the Earth once again. Gage catches his hand, but before he could move Goat's arm away, Goat turns his wrist and grapples onto Gage, pulling him closer and headbutting him square in the nose. Gage falls back onto the floor, dazed.

"YOU ASSHOLE, NOTHING YOU DO IS WORTH IT!?" Goat shreds his voice, with intense vitriolic rage.

Gage sits up off the ground, his nose bleeding, he asks, "what the hell?"

"THAT'S WHAT I'M ASKING! I'M NOT WORTH IT TO YOU? MY FRIENDS, MY FAMILY, EVERYONE I LOVE, MEETING YOU? NONE OF THAT MATTERS?"

"I'm just... I'm just sad... I'm still suffering from depression... I don't want to lose myself just because I have power... I don't... I don't know what to say".

"Why don't I matter?"

"Goat, I didn't say that-"

"WHY DON'T I MATTER?"

"... I'm a disappointing god, aren't I?" Gage asks awaiting a response, only to not get one, continuing, "I can barely keep my feelings in check, I do things inefficiently, I make my loved creations suffer, I set up a universe to make a version of myself I can be happy with, and I make him feel like I don't care".

"No".

"What?"

"When I was a kid, I thought my God didn't care about me because my brother told me how small I was to the grand scale of the universe, I stopped believing the possibility of you existing".

"I'm not the Christian God. I just used similar universes to make the one you live in anyway".

"Does that matter to me? I get to know my creator, I just want him to know what he's done is important to me. Everything you set up allowed me to become me. Maybe I'm not happy either. I don't like everything my god has put me through, but I don't hate him".

"I... I've been going to church recently".

"Why?"

"I like listening to people being wrong!" Gage laughs, and gets quiet, "... but I also go to contemplate my cruelty, these people believe in a God they find fair, a bit immoral, but they find him fair. The God they believe in punishes sinners, punishes those willing to hurt others for themselves. I've made innocents just to be punished, just to lose all faith and be powerless on their own, and once the innocence is all lost, once they only craved vengeance, once they wanted to harm others with no way to express it, I gave them their chance to reap their rewards, killing everyone they wanted, just because I could. I ripped you apart and put you together to be able to kill efficiently, I allow you to make misery. I'm no fair god, I'm a biased god. I've rewarded sin. I make sin in ways people wouldn't comprehend..."

"I don't... Gage you..."

"I'm sorry for calling you meaningless, I didn't think about that. I feel useless. I mean, you get to know your god, you get to know you were created with love, by a loving mother overseen by your god. I... I don't get that. I get to know the vast multiverse and how spontaneous it all is, and I get to know that I could've been made by a god, or just be a byproduct of spontaneity of the vast amount of universes to exist. I mean, what god would want to make me? A useless being who can't find purpose, even after becoming a god, a boring human being who can't... who just can't..."

"You gave me a new family I enjoy being around".

"Goat, how does that make me any less biased".

"It doesn't, but you haven't just made misery. You made Lynn, he's found love because of you. Lily gets to be motherly to us, even if we're the same age. I get to experience the ability to change my body to any kind of game I wish thanks to help from you".

"I just... is the machine neat?"

Goat laughs, sitting on the ground looking down, "it's amazing. I can barely understand it".

Gage sneezes, the blood on his face vanishing, and he pleas, "may I go and cry? I want to lie down, forget myself, just for a moment. I just want to be alone now".

Goat stands up and holds out his hand, "yeah, I need to get some sleep too. I'm sorry for getting angry with you".

Gage takes his hand, and is pulled up to a crying Goat in an embrace. Quiet shaking apologies are said by both parties. Gage shows Goat how to operate the machine at a basic level, and shuts it down. Gage gets back up with assistance, and the two go to their rooms. They rest by themselves, and sleep.

#gage fandom #averagegoatman #furry #furry writing

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alexxx-xd · 1 year

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Hey. Me and my friend made a petition about the scottland gender Bill. For anyone who doesn't know, basically the British government stop a bill passing that made it easier for trans people getting a gcr. Here is the link if you want to sighn:

https://chng.it/bcSrL4c9Z9

Please sighn. Every signature helps. This is a huge step for trans people in the UK. Share this around. Reblog, like whatever. Let's get this out there.

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mourningroutine · 5 years

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there is this ad of a scottish guy just standing on a beach asking me (and like the rest of europe) to continue our love affair. like..damn these targeted ads are getting scary. bc thats like all my dreams come true

#its like a fuck brexit thing #and i can support that #also i wanna vacation in scottland now #also #if you have a scottish accent please interact 👁👁

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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Hi! my name is Emily, I'm 26 she/they(female-presenting, but prefer they/them) Capricorn, bisexual, non-binary, autistic, chronically ill and terminally pretty ✌🏻 Blog focuses mainly on ACOTAR, Criminal Minds, Star Trek Taylor Swift, Stranger Things and 911

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Spencer has noticed a beautiful woman at a spirituality booth at the farmers market every Saturday for almost a whole year now. he finally asks her to give him a reading.

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Princess Y/N is betrothed to the Viking king in an effort by her father to keep the peace between their countries, he doesn't expect her to join in the fight to free Scottland.

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#masterlist #star trek #spn #spencer reid #blurb #aaron hotchner #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #ronance #robin buckley

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writing-wh0re · 3 years

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Upcoming Series

Good Things Come In Three..

The Triwizard Tournament was something witches and wizards discussed for generations, eternal glory and a thousand galleons, something everyone dreams of. Especially at the age of 18. I had been lucky enough to join Madame Olympe Maxime and my fellow students at Beauxbatons in search of this fame.

Hogwarts was everything Madame Olympe Maime had described, sandy bricks, stormy weather, what wasn’t mentioned was him.

His icey blonde hair and ring clad fingers had sparked something inside of me, a flick of curiosity. The small smirk that danced across his lips as our eyes met, encourgaged my thoughts to rush to the dark parts of my mind.

Him.

His ginger hair, chocolate brown eyes all complimenting his dark red tie. Watching his eyes wander over me, undressing me slowly, his tongue darting out across his bottom lip.

What Madame Olympe Maime hadn’t mentioned was this small trip to a magical school in Scottland would ruin me, in more way than one.

Chapter One

*Working on Chapter One now, add yourself to the SERIES TAGLIST HERE - This taglist is only for the series*

*Please note in this story/series, characters will be aged up.*

Tagging a few moots who might be intrested: @maybesandohnos @mathletemadison @horrorxweasley @midgardianweasley @gaycatlord-stuff @skarlettmikaelson @justfangirlthingies @meph1stophelian

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toomanyfandoms02 · 3 years

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Walkman -- Fred Weasley

Wow another one huh? Yea :)

Summary - Fred is suddenly interested in muggle studies so the reader teaches him some

Word Count - 1.9k

It wasn't often that other students at Hogwarts cared much about Muggle items. So when Fred had recently taken in interest in muggle studies, he had came to y/n about it.

"Its not that I know nothing, I know plenty from what my father goes on about. But I don't know, I want to learn more." She and Fred had been friends for a little over a year and he hadn't previously expressed any liking to the subject. So why now? Why not just sign up for Muggle Studies?

She didn't care enough to express it aloud.

See, Y/n had grown up as a muggle. Her mum had been a witch but both her and her father feared she wouldn't be a witch because she didn't show the normal signs at a young age. So they sent her to muggle school until she officially got her letter. No one could explain the relief and joy on her mum's face when she saw the letter in their box.

"When do you have time to learn?" She asked with a tilt of her head.

"Any time really. We could practically start now!" He replied excitedly. She shook her head with a smile.

"You're lucky it's a Saturday you git, I'll floo home and grab some stuff to teach you about." And with that she turned and walked away from the boy. For the first time in a while he was genuinly excited to learn something, maybe because his teacher would be someone he fancied. He thought maybe he hadn't felt like this since he discovered he could scare the trousers off his mum by hiding behind doors and jumping out at 6 years old.

And so he waited for her to get back.

While Fred waited at the castle, Y/n appeared suddenly in her homes fireplace. This earned quite the screech from her little brother who was sat on the couch.

And yes, was, he promptly fell off the couch once she appeared.

"Sorry Alastair, just came to grab a few things. Is dad home?" He nodded, pointing behind him to the kitchen where the smell of pancakes wafted through the house.

Not only was Y/n's dad a muggle, he was also American. He had moved from America when he was 17, wanting to escape his horrendous family and have a big change. He met Y/n's mother when he was visiting a museum in Scottland. She had been on a field trip for muggle studies.

"Dad?" He jumped slightly, nearly dropping the spatula he held in his hand.

"Christ Y/n, what are you doing here." He laughed, pulling her into a side hug.

"One of my friends wants to learn more about muggles and asked if I would teach him. Have any recommendations on what I should tell him about?" His eyes narrowed at his daughter.

"Is this that boy I heard you talking to mom about? The tall ginger boy?" Her cheeks flushed at the comment, partially because he had been eavesdropping on her and her mother and partially because he was correct. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke up again.

"Can you just give me ideas please?" He decided not to tease her further and began brewing up ideas for her.

"Alright, I have a few things I think he may like to hear about, literally." This peaked the girls curiosity as she followed him to her parents shared bedroom.

Y/n's dad ruffled through his side table and brought out a Walkman.

"Do you think he's ever used one of these?" He handed it to her nonchalantly.

"Definitely not." She laughed, grabbing it from his hands.

"You could probably just grab a few random things from your room and he wouldn't know what they were. It stunned me how much stuff your mother was unaware of." He shrugged. "You can borrow it for a while. And take this tape, I made it for your mom so she could hear top hits from America."

"Perfect! Thanks Dad." And she was then off to her room in search for more things to show Fred.

It didn't take her long to gather a few things and bring them to her dad to ask what he thought. She spread a pile of things out in front of him and asked him to weed out the things he thought Fred wouldn't understand.

They were left with a slap bracelet, a tamagotchi, the Walkman, and for fun, crayola step markers and stick on earrings from when Y/n was a kid. She thanked her dad with a hug and asked him to say hi to Mom for her and vanished through the floo again with a loud goodbye to her brother.

Once she arrived back, she skipped down the stairs to find Fred in the common room in front of the fireplace. His tie was loosened quite a bit and a few of his top buttons undone on his shirt. She bit the inside of her cheek like she didn often when he made her flustered.

Clearly he didn't have to do much.

"Would you like to come up to my dorm so I can show you some stuff?" She asked through the silence. His head whipped around with a sinister smile.

"Godric that's quite forward of you." He winked. She could feel the inevitable heat rushing to her cheeks at the comment.

"You know that's not what I meant you arse, do you wanna learn or not?" She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the wall behind her.

"Alright let's go." He stood with a laugh, squeezing her shoulder while going to trot up the stairs. She pushed ahead of him and got to her room door. Fred looked at her curiously as she leaned down close to her door handle and whispered into it. The door creaked open as she stood straight.

"What was that?" He asked, plopping on her bed.

"Mione and I charmed the door so that it needs a password. Don't want anyone walking in on is changing and stuff. The only ones who know it is us and Luna." She explained as she shuffled through the bag she brought back from her house.

"Can I know it?" His eyebrow quirked slightly, leaning back on his arms with a wicked smile.

"No you cannot, it's kind of an inside joke. Now scoot so I can show you stuff." He was shoved back slightly so he was sitting closer to the headboard of her bed and she sat opposite. She spread the things out on the bed as he looked at them with a scrunched face. He first picked up the stick ons.

"What are these?" He held them like it was a dirty nappy. She giggled and snatched them from his hands. Her fingers grabbed two of them and she used her other hand to grab his chin and bring his face closer. He stared into her eyes with intensity. She probably thought he was so confident, but it was really a front for how nervous she made him. Y/n quickly turned his head to the side and put the stick-on on his ear, repeating it on the other side.

"Now look in the mirror." He hopped from the bed and turned his head in the reflection with a giddy smile.

"I actually kind of like it." Y/n stuck some to her ears and stood in the mirror with him.

"Now match!" She said enthusiastically. He looked down at her with a sweet smile and adoring eyes.

*This girl was certainly something to him.*

"Alright more. This one is pretty self explanatory. It's called a slap bracelet. Put your wrist out." He did so with a suspicious look. She raised it and hit it to his wrist as it wrapped around it. She had never seen someone look so amazed. He took it off, straightened it, and did it again.

"That's phenomenal!"

"They make ruler versions of them too so you can carry around a ruler as a bracelet. I used them in primary."

It took her an exponentially long time to explain the tamagotchi to Fred. He was beyond confused about it. But they ended up taking care of what he called 'their baby' for a good 25 minutes.

*Their baby*

This of course wasnt something Y/n would really think about until weeks later. Daft woman.

They had really stamped up each others arms with the stamp markers as well. Along with a little heart Y/n had stamped sneakily on Fred's cheek.

She of course saved the best for last, the Walkman. She slipped the tape into it and handed it to him, teaching hin the buttons.

"This is a Walkman, for music. My dad said he has top his of the decade on it for my mom." She set the headphones on his head and pressed play. She could very mildly hear 'Wannabee' by the Spice girls leaking through the headset. She very slightly slid one side of the headset off of his ear so he could hear her, brushing his cheek on accident. Not that she noticed.

But he did.

"If you hold down this button it skips the song onto the next one." He held it done and 'I Want it that Way' by Backstreet Boys was playing. He really got into this song. He hooked the player onto his packet and got up and started dancing all dramatic. She sat up against her headboard just watching him enjoy herself.

Now, Y/n tended to say her thoughts aloud when she was extremely zoned in or out. It's not something that was intentional, it was actually something she hated. Most the time it got her into trouble. Most the time after it happend all she could think was simply.

*Well Shit*

"I'm so in love with you." It slipped effortlessly, ber eyes widening as soon as tr he words were said. She thought maybe she could have gotten lucky and the music would still be blaring in his ears. But since when was the girl lucky?

Fred slowly pulled the headphones from his head and scrunched his eyebrows.

"You are?" She couldn't read the exact emotion on his face, making her afraid to answer. So she just nodded. He sat by her slowly, not facing her, just sitting next to her. They both stared straight forward.

All you could hear in the room was the very subtle music leaking from the headphones at the end of the bed.

Fred felt like such a wimp. She literally just confessed her love to him. One he shared for her, and he couldn't even say anything. Maybe he was just stunned.

Suddenly she reached for his hand and intertwined their fingers, turning to look at him. He smiled and grabbed the side of her jaw so gently.

"I'm so in love with you too." She smiled with a small giggle and leaned in to kiss him, pulling away faster than Fred would have liked.

"WeasleBottom." She said suddenly, catching him completely off guard.

"What?"

"That's the password. It's a mixture of the last names of our crushes. Pretty cheesy huh?" He shook his head with a laugh.

"I think it's pretty flattering." He pulled her in for another kiss. "You getting why I wanted to learn about muggle stuff now?"

"For me?" She smiled with her hand over her heart.

"Of course for you."

*Anything for her.*

#fred weasley #weasley #weasley twins #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley fic #harry potter fanfic #harry potter imagine

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