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peakyltd · 9 months

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Unexpected Friendship

Arthur Shelby x Reader

A/N: I wrote this for @raincoffeeandfandoms 2.7k followers celebration! My apologies Flor that it took me so long but I hope you'll like it nonetheless! 💓

Warnings: None

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Days had turned colder and the leaves were trading their fresh green colors for multiple brown and orange tinted ones. Puddles formed on the pavement from the rain that had poured down in the morning.

The sun decided to bring some warmth and light later that day, in favor of Arthur who had decided to walk home after doing some work in The Garrison. He hoped (Y/N) would be home already so they could spend some well deserved time together.

As Arthur crossed the street, dodging a few puddles here and there, he noticed he was being followed.

He turned around to see who it was. “Oi, it’s you.” He spoke up as he looked down at the calico cat who was rubbing his head against Arthur’s legs. He crouched down to pet the curious animal. “Are ye following me home again?”

As he got a purred in response, Arthur got up again. “Lets go then.” The cat, who's colors matched the season, eagerly followed Arthur back to his house.

“You wait here, yeah?” He mumbled as he unlocked the door. The cat sat down in front of the door, waiting for Arthur to return. Not much longer he appeared with a bowl filled with milk and put it down in front of the waiting animal.

Arthur sat down next to him, watching as he drank his milk. “If ye stay a little longer, ye can meet my girlfriend. She’ll be home soon.” He explained as he stroked the fur.

When the cat finished his milk, he started to curiously investigate the area of the house. Arthur watched him, a smile tugged on his lips and a soft chuckle escaped his mouth as the animal tried to enter the house. "You like it 'ere, eh?"

The cat meowed and came back outside, rubbing his head against Arthur's leg.

"Arthur?" A surprised voice made him look up. "Ah. Hello, love." He smiled as he got up, pressing a gentle kiss on his (Y/N)'s lips. "Hi." She smiled at him. "You're early today."

"Ah well, yeah. Couldn't wait to see ye." He confessed as he eyed her. "You look stunning."

Her smile grew by his comment. "Well thank you. I-" She stopped mid sentence as she was distracted by a meow. "Hey, who are you?" She crouched down, the cat approached her immediately.

"My new friend. I told him to wait so he could meet you." Arthur chuckled. "He's cute." (Y/N) said as she pet the curious cat who was enjoying all the attention.

"He has been following me for weeks. I think it's a stray." Arthur explained as he watched the two. "Weeks?" Her eyes fell on the empty bowl. "Wait, is that why we're out of milk so quickly all the time?" She questioned as she looked up at Arthur. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Maybe."

She chuckled as she got up, endeared by the fact Arthur was taking care of the small animal. "Y'know, I was thinking... maybe we could keep him?" Arthur questioned.

"Are you sure it's a stray?" She asked him. "I guess, yeah. He's been following me for weeks." His eyes wandered to animal who was now laying on his back, asking for more attention.

"Well, if you say so." She smiled, while she looked at the cat. "Yeah?"

(Y/N) nodded her head. "Yes. Can't leave him outside in this weather, right?" Arthur shook his head. "That would make us terrible people."

"Lets get him inside then." She chuckled as she kissed his cheek.

The three of them made their way inside and got themselves comfortable. Arthur lit the fireplace and turned on the gramophone while (Y/N) lit the candles and served their tea, acompanied with a piece of her fresh baked cake.

Her and Arthur sat down on their seats in front of the fireplace, enjoying their refreshments. Their new little roommate wandered around the living room.

"We should think of a name." (Y/N) suggested.

"Hm, yeah." Arthur mumbled as he leaned back in his chair, getting a bit drowsy from the warmth and the piece of cake he just had. "Let me think."

They both let their creativity flow to think of a fitting name for the newcomer who had found his new spot on Arthur's lap in the meantime. Already comfortable enough to fall asleep right away.

Arthur's fingers touched the soft fur, making him feel more relaxed and just like his friend, he doze off as well. (Y/N) couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of her. His new friend was already a great addition to the family.

After a while she got up to get a book from the bookcase, accidentally bumping into the sidetable. The sound of the cups coming in contact with their saucers woke Arthur. "Oh, I'm so sorry darling." (Y/N) apologized.

"It's okay, love." He murmered as he looked at the cat on his lap who was still sound asleep. "Well, would you look at him." (Y/N) giggled, amused by the sight in front of her.

"I might be jealous." Arthur chuckled, as he looked up at her. "I think I have a name." (Y/N) raised her eyebrows, excited to hear what he came up with. "You do?"

He nodded his head. "Boots." His answer caused her to smile. "Boots?"

"For all the miles he walked with me, following mine." Arthur chuckled, amused by his own sense of creativity. A giggle escaped her mouth. "I think I actually love it. It does fit him."

Boots stretched himself before curling up into Arthur's lap again. Arthur couldn't help but think that his movements were adorable before moving his gaze back to (Y/N)'s. "I think he likes his name too."

#Arthur Shelby x Reader #Arthur Shelby imagine #Arthur Shelby one shot #Peaky blinders one shot #Peaky blinders imagine #Peaky Blinders fanfic

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atom-writings · 1 year

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this is very random, but what about the hetalia main eight where their s/o has a dog/cat(ur choice). And the dog/cat is very friendly and loving towards the s/o but not them(it acts cold and sort of just doesnt like them), like how would they react to that?(u dont have to do this if u dont want to its really dumb lmao, either way have a good day)

(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) S/O’s pet dislikes them.

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N this is a cute request. … .. . ouppy and kitty!!! Sorry this is shorter idk:

Trigger Warning: None, just fluff!

“What, don’t they like me? I didn’t do anything wrong…”

Alfred really cannot tell when animals like or dislike him. To be fair, he’s like that with humans too… but with animals, he just assumes they all love him.

But he’s also not great at being incredibly gentle with them. If you want him to stop riling up your animals you’ve got to just tell him outright.

After that, he’ll just try to bribe them with treats. If he can be bought with food, surely your pet can too. Actually, him and your pet are similar in a lot of ways…

You can literally see how hard it is for him to resist petting them (especially if it’s a dog… he loves dogs so much,) but he’ll wait until they come to him first.

“Alright well… these things can take time I suppose. They’ll like me eventually, right?”

Arthur doesn’t take it personally. He’s had a lot of animals of his own, and they’ve all hated him at the start as well. He’ll just be patient.

But also all the pets he’s had before have been like… sheep or rats so he’s not sure how to handle your more average pets. Hopefully they don’t care if he doesn’t pet them a lot.

He says he doesn’t care that much, but you’ve also caught him sneaking your pet little pieces of dinner (he’s nearly as bad as Alfred!)

In general, he doesn’t care much for most animals, but he absolutely adores yours. The first time they act affectionately towards him, he immediately calls you excitedly.

“Aw, why are you running away? I will just catch you again!”

He’s definitely taking it a little personally. He hasn’t had a lot of pets that weren’t birds so he’s not used to normal animal affection. He definitely needs assurance from you that they’ll love him eventually…

But until then, he’s just gonna force your pet to be around him. Even if they hate it, he’s gonna be super affectionate.

Hopefully they don’t get too pissed off about it. It breaks his heart just a little that they won’t reciprocate. They like you and not him?!

Once they finally do, he nearly bursts into tears. He takes about a million photos and immediately sends all of them to you.

“Aiyah! Fine, then I do not like you either. Even when you’re so cute…”

Yao has lots of pets himself. That love he has for you absolutely extends to your animals. When they don’t love him back, well, he has nothing but time!

A lot of the time, he’ll just sit next to them, trying to get them more comfortable. He would never force them to be affectionate with him, even though he just wants to grab them and squeeze them-

Once they start crawling in his lap on their own volition, he’s cuddling with them all the time! If your pets weren’t spoiled before, they will be now.

“Y/N, can’t you make them like me? It makes me feel bad…”

Ivan is used to rejection, but not rejection from something so adorable! He takes it very personally… he’ll act like he’s not upset but he really is. After all, your pets are important to you, so he’ll have to love them too

He doesn’t know how to make them warm up to him, so he just tries everything at once. This of course… does not work. Which probably only makes him more upset

But once you tell him to just leave them alone, he listens. Soon enough your pet will be crawling all over him, and he’ll be losing his mind about it. Animals have never liked him before, but just like you, your pet is finally an exception.

“Come here little kit- Ouch! Why would you hurt me when I’m trying to love you?!”

Just like he is with you, Feliciano is not familiar with “taking it slow.” As soon as he can, he tries grabbing and playing with your pet. If they resist, he’ll be a little hurt.

He’s much better with cats than he is with dogs. If you have a cat, he’ll try playing with them and laying next to them whenever he can. If you have a dog, he’ll ask to take it on walks just the two of them.

Considering how lovable he is, surely your pet will warm up quickly. And when they do, he couldn’t be more ecstatic.

“Oh no, did I do something wrong? They don’t seem to like me very much…”

Considering how many dogs Ludwig has had, he’s really not used to this. Animals tend to love him on sight, so he’s not sure how to proceed from there.

So, he researches. Soon you’ll see him just hanging out around them, trying to get them more comfortable. Plus, he’ll buy lots of treats he’s sure they’ll like. Anything to get them loving him as quick as possible.

And once they do, that pet is as important to him as it is to you. Even if things were awkward at the start.

“Ah. That’s too bad. Maybe they will warm up to me later.”

Frankly, Kiku does not care that much. He won’t take it personally. He knows that most animals (... and many people) can find him hard to warm up to. But your pet will be seeing him a lot, so it will be fine in the long run.

If he buys your pet anything, it’s not to manipulate them into liking him or anything. He just thinks your pet is super cute and deserves it.

When they do finally come to him, he’s super excited. Even though he doesn’t seem like it. He’ll call you into the room and then just point at your pet like “!!!” After that, that animal is getting all the love and affection he can possibly give.

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primewritessmut · 3 months

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talk to me about 'PANIC ATTACKS' ! (and maybe also the explicit monster john hours hehe)

I'm going to talk about explicit monster john hours first bc I don't have a snippet to share. Like listen, I created this incredible monster for In a Yellow Wood but it's a T-rated fic and, regardless of what happens in that fic, I think Arthur deserves some time to play around with Creature John. It's already been established that they're both touch-starved so... idk, it almost writes itself. 😂

The way I am a slutty puddle for one character helping another character through a panic attack.

I have a lot of opinions about Venom (both in comics and movies) and, I'm sorry, but Eddie Brock has got to be the most traumatized wet cat of a man. Especially movie Eddie. There is no way that guy is getting through fighting two other symbiotes, being literally stabbed through the heart, and thrown from a bell tower (when he's afraid of heights!!!!) without develop some pretty severe anxiety.

So I started writing that, and didn't get very far, but do hope I can pick it up again soon.

SNIPPET:

“Okay, Venom,” Anne demands, looking around like the symbiote will suddenly appear. “What now?”

Eddie.

He shivers at the sound of his name in that alien voice.

“Where… were…. you?”

Eddie.

Something sounds off about Venom’s voice but Eddie can’t pin down what it is over the harsh sound of his own breaths. His heart feels like it’s still trying to hammer its way out of his body except it didn’t have any luck in his chest and has now made its way up to his throat.

He squeezes his hand into a fist where it hangs between this thighs and mutters the truth even though saying it makes his anxiety spike even more. “I… need… you…”

Heat blooms along his sternum and a gentle caress slides down the inside of his forearm. A big, black, clawed hand drops out of his right sleeve and threads its fingers between his own. Venom’s hand squeezes Eddie’s and his flexes back as he sucks in a slightly larger breath.

The same sliding touch moves across the muscles of his chest and upper back, meeting along his sides, and cinching tight. As soon as Venom wraps around him, the pressure sinks into his muscles and Eddie is finally able to take a full breath, the ripples of panic starting to shrink.

After a few more deep breaths, his right hand still clinging to Venom’s, Eddie lifts his head to see Anne and Dan’s worried faces looking down at him.

“How long have you been having panic attacks?” Dan asks.

#wip ask game #symbrock #fanfic #this is my monsterfucker ask #and i love that for me

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cainluvr69 · 4 months

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Surely, We Can Make Miracles Chapter 18

Previous Chapter

Akira: …!

The sound of water roared in my ears as I sank down, down, down to the bottom of the deep, dark sea. Countless bubbles filtered up past me, brushing against my skin as they continued their path up to the surface. My wizards were framed by halos of thin and fleeting light, looking like messengers from the moon as they descended through the water. The initial big splash faded into quiet burbling, and then that too faded into a quiet stillness. The nighttime sea was different from the sea during the day; for one thing, it was pitch black. The icy chill of fear and anxiety seeped into my limbs. If not for the feeling of Oz's hand in mine, I'm sure I would've started panicking on the spot. Several of the younger wizards looked scared, too. But with their comrades there to act as examples, they, too, began to calm down. I, on the other hand, had completely stopped breathing in my fear and had to force myself to take a breath.

Akira: (Ah… I can breathe just fine.) (I wonder how it works. Well, as long as it does work…)

Thanks to magic, I was still able to breathe, even this far underwater. As I took deep breaths in and out in wonder, I gradually started feeling calmer. I recalled what Murr had told us just a little earlier. I needed to have fun. I needed to let my world open up more. With those words in mind, I looked around at the night-dark ocean.

Akira: (Woah…)

It was like opening my eyes to a still, quiet paradise. The light of the moon streamed through the surface of the water, as if it were drawing a path for us to follow--and follow we did, tracing its glowing steps deeper into the ocean. There were…I'm not sure exactly what they actually were, but there were what looked like little sparkling grains of sand floating through the water, glittering like stars. There was coral that glowed with a gentle radiance, and vividly colored fish that caught that radiance on their scales.

Chloe: It's so pretty…

Rustica: We've stepped foot into a veritable wonderland.

Rutile: We really have! Any other time, I'd want to go back up and bring Mitile down to see this, too.

Cain: We should come back once everything's all settled! Ah… I can talk normally…

Arthur: What a beautiful world… It's just as Murr said.

Murr: Riiiight?

Everyone's eyes sparkled as they excitedly looked around at the underwater garden that surrounded us. Illuminated by the moonlight above, everyone's hair was floating weightlessly in the water, swaying with the currents. It was as if we'd stepped foot into the canvas of a painting.

Heathcliff: Ah, Vespa?!

Vespa was pulling on one of Heathcliff's arms, spinning him around. Until now, this darling mermaid had been carried in Heathcliff's arms, but now that she was back in the ocean, she was even more animated and quick in her motions.

Shino: Hey! Don't pull on Heath.

Heathcliff: Wah, she's so fast… Wait, hold on a second…!

Vespa: …! …!

Cain: Woah…!

Faust: That's more speed than I was expecting…

Vespa flipped her tail and vigorously swam deeper into the sea.

Heathcliff: …Where are you going? Is that where all your friends are?

Vespa: …! …!

Heathcliff: I think she's going to take us to the cage where the other mermaids have been imprisoned!

At some point, Vespa and Heathcliff, who had been at each other's side since they first met… Had learned to communicate with another no longer through drawings, but simply through the expressions on one another's face. Shino smiled as he watched them, looking like he was recalling some nice memory or another.

Heathcliff: What?

Shino: Nah, I'll tell you later.

Faust: Does everyone think they can keep up?

Chloe: I think so… Rustica, how are you doing?

Rustica: I'm just fine. What do you think, Cain?

Cain: …Yep, things are working out somehow! Alright, this way!

Faust: It's the same as flying through the sky on your broom. Ride the current and reduce drag… Wah…!

Rutile: I've figured out the trick to it! I think I'll be able to catch up to Vespa!

Murr: Let's goooo!

Rutile: Okay!

Faust: Be sure you don't get too far away from the rest of the group! Murr, keep an eye on him!

My wizards swam through the neverending world of blue like a school of fish. Arthur was so deeply moved by the undersea garden that he was smiling like a schoolboy as he looked up at Oz.

Arthur: It's so beautiful down here… There's so many adventures I want to set out on.

A smile finally broke through the stoic expression on Oz's face.

Oz: I can only imagine how much of this world you want to see and investigate for yourself.

Arthur: Oh, all of it. I'm so happy to find out there's a whole new world I don't know a thing about yet.

A school of long, thin fish drifted between Oz and Arthur. I met Arthur's gaze, and smiled. Snow, White, Shylock, Lennox, Hwylryn… Worry was still playing on my nerves, but the fact that I was here, seeing such a wonderful world in the flesh… It was something I never wanted to forget.

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Faust: Oz. Were the imprisoned mermaids around this area?

Oz: Yes.

Vespa: …! …!

Heathcliff: Vespa is telling us to hide!

Cain: Wh-- How?!

Shino: Won't you have a perfectly good place if you move just a little more forward?

Chloe: Wait! I think I have a spell that'd be perfect for this! <Suispicibo Voitengok>!

Chloe recited his spell, and it was like it rippled out, weaving through the seawater. If I paid close attention, I could see a bolt of fabric the same gentle blue as the water around us spreading through the water, shrouding us from view.

Rutile: Amazing…! No one will be able to see us from far away like this!

Chloe: I'm soooo happy it worked! This is the kind of magic I've been working on lately! I came up with this by using magic cloth I bought at the flea market in the Town of Foam! It was honestly pretty hard to get, but… Ah, sorry! I can talk about that later!

Chloe had gotten caught up in talking, but when he saw Vespa fidgeting nervously, he snapped his mouth shut in a hurry. Heathcliff shook his head, looking even more apologetic than Chloe did.

Heathcliff: I'm sorry. I want to hear more about the magic cloth later when we can take our time with it…

Shino: By the way, since she told us to hide, what's out there for us to hide from?

Heathcliff: Umm…

Heathcliff poked his head out of the magic cloth a little bit, just to peek out at what else was out there.

Heathcliff: I can see something that looks like a cage, but there are mermaids armed with spears swimming just in front of it.

Faust: They sound dangerous. Should we be thinking of them as enemies?

Vespa: …! …!

Vespa shook her head vigorously, a sad look on her face. I didn't think that was all she had to tell us, though. She was trying to make some kind of appeal to us with her big motions and gestures as she darted back and forth in the water.

Akira: We shouldn't attack them…?

Faust: That seems to be the message here.

Oz: I can feel Balthazar's magic. I imagine those mermaids are being puppeteered.

Akira: By Balthazar…

I thought about the mermaids that had deferred to Hwylryn.

Akira: I saw mermaids obeying Hwylryn, too. Is he a tyrant lording over the mermaids, too…?

It was entirely possible that Hwylryn was the reason Vespa and her friends were suffering. I looked at Oz, complicated feelings swirling in my chest. But he just gently shook his head, a delicately small gesture.

Oz: Dragons hold dominion over the natural world. Both spirits and magical creatures are naturally drawn to them. If there is a sea dragon in these waters, then it is only natural that the mermaids that live here would obey it.

Arthur: In the same way that spirits are naturally drawn to and obey you, Lord Oz?

Oz: Yes.

Vespa: …! …!

Heathcliff: …Ah! Vespa!

I turned my head towards Heathcliff's voice, and saw the tip of a spear pierced through the magic cloth. We'd been noticed. The spear-wielding mermaids tore through Chloe's magic cloth, revealing themselves. Their faces were pale, and their eyes were dark, cavernous voids.

Chloe: Vespa, watch out…!

Vespa: …!

One of the spears was aimed directly at her, intent on running her through. Cain caught the edge of the blade before it could touch her.

Cain: Vespa, run…!

Vespa: …!

Cain: Is there any way we can break through the brainwashing or put them to sleep?!

Rustica: Allow me. <Amores Viesse>

Rustica recited his spell, but it sounded more like a gentle song, echoing through the sea like through a music hall. When the song reached the spear-wielding mermaids' ears, it was like they were jolted back to their senses. Slowly but surely, their blank eyes began to refocus on what was in front of them, the melody of the song catching their attention.

Faust: Are they starting to wake up…? Is Balthazar's control being undone?

Rustica shook his head a bit, not once pausing in his song.

Faust: I see…

Faust had obviously been hoping this would be enough to free Lennox. He pressed his lips together in a tight line, frustrated. Rustica, on the other hand, was enjoying himself--his hands were moving as a conductor's would, holding an invisible baton. The mermaids followed his motions as though they were his orchestra. Their long hair floated in the water, bubbles dancing around their seashell barettes. It didn't take long for them to drop their spears. As their weapons sank down to the bottom of the sea, the mermaids closed their eyes, falling into a gentle, peaceful sleep. Chloe gathered up his magic cloth. We had managed to stealthily make our way to a large reef that had been fashioned into something similar to a jail.

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The reef "jail" was similar in construction to a three-story building. Beyond the many ash-grey pillars--I couldn't tell if they were made of coral or of stone--were the imprisoned mermaids.

Akira: (Woah… There's so many mermaids…)

There was something oddly captivating about them, and I felt my hardened heart dance in my chest. Now that I thought of it, though, I hadn't let myself feel anything for Vespa, and I hadn't even properly introduced myself to her, either. I took a deep breath. It's important to not get so mired in your sadness that you can't pull yourself free from it. We startled the mermaids as we drew closer to the bars of the cage, and they swam in deeper, hiding themselves. Vespa swam right up to the bars, calling out to the fleeing mermaids. Oz took me and advanced behind her, before taking a moment to address her.

Oz: Stand back.

Vespa: …?! …?!

Oz: I am going to destroy their cage.

Vespa: …?! …?!

Shino: Vespa, come here!

Shino beckoned Vespa over to him. Vespa darted towards him, away from the bars of the cage. I squeezed Oz's hand tightly, my heart pounding in my chest. Was his spell going to succeed?

Akira: (It will… I'm sure it will.) (I need to believe in myself… In myself, and in Oz!)

Oz: <Vox Nox>

A weak light trailed out of Oz's staff and made contact with the bars of the cliffside prison--and then those same bars crumbled away as if they were made of sand.

Arthur: Yay! It worked! Master Sage! Lord Oz!

Akira: It did!

Faust: Now we can ask Vespa's siblings about where to find Balthazar and the cintamani stone of medicine.

We exchanged grins as we waited for the mermaids to leave their broken jail. But there was absolutely no sign that they had any intention of leaving.

Shino: … Hey. Isn't it taking the fish a while to come out?

Heathcliff: Don't call them that.

Murr: Hey, Oz, you didn't kill 'em all out of habit, did you?

Oz: …Hmm…

Arthur: I'll go check things out!

Rutile: It might just be that they're scared! Like how little fishies hide themselves even when you're just looking at them…

Heathcliff: That's certainly possible. Why don't we just wait a little farther away and see what happens?

Akira: Good idea! Let's all back off a little… Let's wait for them to come out on their own!

We put a bit of distance between us and their cage, and once we were comfortably far away, we waited for the mermaids to come out of their own accord.

Rutile: Are they out yet? How about now?

Chloe: Everything's okay! You can come out now!

Rustica: Ah, there they come now.

Heathcliff: You're right! Ah…

But the mermaids vacated the area at an impressive speed, scattering to the vast sea as fast as their tails could take them.

Heathcliff: Ah, ah, ahhh…!

Akira: Wa--wait…!

Murr: Speedy…!

Shino: They're so ungrateful…!

Faust: <Salliuq…> Dammit! I bit my tongue…!

Rustica: It makes sense that they'd want to leave in such a rush. I understand completely.

Cain: That's fish for you! I let my guard down because I was thinking of them like women.

Arthur: Lord Oz, what should we do…? If we follow them intending to capture one, we'll only frighten them more, won't we?

Shino: Stop talking like a feral child when you've got the face of a pure-hearted prince.

Vespa was in a tizzy, swimming back and forth in a figure eight--and then Oz recited his spell again.

Oz: <Vox Nox>

Orbs of light scattered in all directions. A few moments later, a number of the mermaids were dragged back to us through the water, wrapped in a soft light. As they drew towards us, they started struggling, clearly scared. Vespa swam in a circle around them, desperately explaining what was going on, but the mermaids were staring straight at the seafloor, and none of them raised their heads to look at her. That was when Rutile spoke up.

Rutile: Oh… They look like they're hurt.

Akira: Huh?

Just as Rutile had said, there were a number of shallow cuts on the mermaids' arms and tails.

Faust: I imagine they hurt themselves in their haste to escape their prison, rather than being injured by a magical attack.

Rutile: Oh, how terrible…

Rutile approached the mermaids unhesitatingly, looking at them with concern. He retrieved his magical focus, his feather pen, and smiled at the fearful mermaids.

Rutile: Just stay still, okay… This won't hurt a bit. <Ortonik Setomaouge>

Rutile chanted his spell, and then the mermaids' injuries were wrapped in a gentle light. At first, they were scared, but as the swelling around their cuts went down, they looked up at Rutile in curiosity. Their painful-looking cuts closed up, one after the other, leaving nothing but the faint outline of where they used to be. They weren't perfectly healed, but it was still enough to free them from their pain and wariness of us. Perhaps in a display of both gratitude and fascination, the mermaids began to swim around Rutile in a circle, spinning around.

Rutile: My… How pretty…!

Vespa smoothly added herself to their circle. She grabbed Heathcliff's arm and dragged him into the circle, too. She swam between Heathcliff and the rest of us, and over the top of us, too--probably explaining to her friends what was going on. While she did that, the mermaids split into two groups. Vespa returned to Heathcliff's side and explained…something to him, using nothing but gestures.

Heathcliff: Erm… The ship is this way…and Balthazar is that way…?

Vespa: …! …!

Chloe: It's amazing that you got all that, Heath…

Shino: It's because he's attentive when it comes to other people. I understand that much. Or at least I think I'm starting to.

Chloe: Shino…

Shino: …He was the same way with me. I used to never have someone who'd check on me when I wasn't feeling well. The most I got was people peeking at me in fear when I attacked them. No one wanted to let a kid as filthy as me dirty up their line of sight. But…

Shino's red eyes were fixed on Heathcliff's back. Heathcliff, however, was looking at Vespa, doing his absolute best to understand what she was thinking. Shino smiled softly, seeing him like that.

Shino: Heath tried to learn things about me. What was I thinking about… What I wanted, what made me upset. That kind of thing. No one had ever cared about those things before. Instead, they just wanted to know what I wanted from them, when I was going to get out of their hair, and how they could get rid of me. Pretty sure that was all they thought, at least. Thinking back on how I used to be, I'm pretty certain of it. But Heathcliff cared about me when everyone else in the world treated me like trash not worth the effort of so much as glancing at. He was serious about it, and polite about it… Even though he was scared, he still cared about me. So, I… I wanted to treasure him just as much… That was how I felt.

Shino's heartrending sighs turned into bubbles, floating up to the water's surface. Across from him, Vespa was gesturing with her arms spread wide. Her blonde hair floated gently in the water, rippling like sunlight. Heathcliff was watching her very seriously, nodding at what she had to tell him. Sometimes he'd look puzzled and frown a little. But when he understood something, he smiled happily. Even though Heathcliff was lit by nothing but moonlight right now, Shino narrowed his eyes when he looked at him, as if he were dazzlingly radiant.

Shino: I remember now. Before I met him, I hated his guts for being the Blanchett heir, always adored and blessed from the day he was born. If Heath… If Heath wasn't the person he is inside, I never could've become friends with him. For the first time, I wasn't being rejected for who I was, and someone really cared about me… That's why I love him.

Shino's voice cracked and faded into the sound of the water around us, so I couldn't quite make out what he'd said there at the end. Faust gently put a hand on his shoulder.

Faust: Well done… You found the words you needed to convey how you feel.

Shino: Can I even say them to him? It's so embarrassing…

Normally Shino couldn't get enough of singing Heathcliff's praises, but right now, I could see a dusting of a blush over his cheeks. But Faust didn't laugh at him. He just spoke softly.

Faust: You should tell people the things you want to when you can. Before you regret not doing so.

Shino: Faust…

Heathcliff: Master Sage, Mr. Faust! I got it!

That was when Heathcliff and Vespa swam back over to us.

Heathcliff: The sunken ship with the cintamani stone and Balthazar's undersea city are in two different directions! Vespa's sisters can lead us to either of them…

Cain: Two different places…

Arthur: So we'll need to split into two groups.

Next Chapter

#.mhyktl #.eventtl #.main story tl #4th anni

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lex-drinks-blood · 2 years

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idk what's life at the moment bc i go back to school on monday and i'm definitely not ready to go back and cry in the school's theapist office again

SOO, arthur with a very stressed/anxious and kinda depressed bf request? if that's cool w you of course (i'm also aware that in the 1800 mental health was treated with not very gentle medical methods and no one talked abt it so idk how this is gonna go 😭)

anyways, have a cat

love this idea. I also go back to school monday and I am... not excited. very much the opposite. so hopefully this fic can give us both a bit of comfort yea? let's see!

Arthur Havisham x Male Reader: pure fluff! arthur notices reader is a bit spacey and anxious so he tries to take care of him

Warning(s): none that I'm aware of, correct me if I'm wrong!

Notes: running on 3 hours of sleep and wrote this after work, I did not proofread, this is a fic purely written with vibes at this point. but I kinda like it I think. idk. I'm very tired. I hope you like it tho!! I'm sorry if my sleep deprived state made this too skegwjagajab :(

Arthur had been watching you intently from a distance for the past few days now, noticing ever-so-slight changes in your behavior that had slowly began to worry him. You were still the man he loved, nothing would ever change that, but he noticed a glazed over look in your eyes, a jumpy and startled reaction to things lately, a general lack of motivation in things that you had once took pride in, and it scared him. It shook him to his core, the thought that his darling boy could possibly be feeling unwell and battling that alone. This thought, and this thought alone, was enough to cause him to beckon his sister and request the next few days of work with the brewery off. Amelia, thankfully, was a woman who respected her brother's wishes and asked very little questions. Arthur was to be home to tend to his darling, and that mattered much more than the brewery.

When you awoke, you noticed that Arthur had not yet left your shared bed as he normally did in preparation for the day ahead of him.

You rolled into his arms that were already around your shoulders and under your neck, attempting to get impossibly closer to the warmth of the male beside you, "You're still here," you murmured, nuzzling your cheek into the part of his chest that was left revealed by the buttons of the shirt he had chosen to leave opened.

He kissed the top of your head, tussling your hair a bit as he spoke, "Wanted to be with you," he kissed you again.

You pressed your lips to his chest gently, planting the whisper of a kiss to his skin, "Miss you," you sighed.

"Shhhhh," the blonde Havisham cooed as he stroked your hair with love, "'m right here, my love. Not going anywhere," he planted another kiss to your head."

Tears had begun to well up in your eyes at this point, you could only cling on the billowy nightshirt around the pale man's body as you choked out a reply, "Promise?"

Arthur could sense the unwellness that shook you in your shaking voice and the grip he felt on his clothes. He gently pushed his body to a sitting position against the headboard of the bed, bringing you to sit up with him.

"Darling boy," he cooed, "I beg of you, tell me what's plagues you," a gentle hand placed on your cheek as he wiped your tears that began to spill.

You felt his deep brown eyes reaching for you but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. Not in this state.

"I don't..." you stifled a sob as you dried a tear with your hand, "I don't know, Arthur."

That was when you broke. Every feeling that you had been bottling up finally spilled as you collapsed back into the arms of Arthur Havisham and sobbed into his clothes. You felt the sweet timber of his voice reach your ears but couldn't quite make out the meaning of his words. Felt the gentle touch of his hands on your body, making soothing circles on your head, petting your hair in the most calming way. He was always so perfect. And yet, nothing seemed to calm you.

And so like that you stayed. Crying into the arms of the man with whom you shared a bed. And not once did he complain. Not once did he make a snide comment to be a man. Not once did he mumble under his breath that you should be able to handle yourself. He didn't complain that his day free from the brewery was spent tending to a blubbering infant, instead he continued to whisper such kind and gentle words. Words that hit your heart in such a way that made your it do backflips.

Through your sniffles and sobs you occasionally heard him whisper, "I'm not leaving, promise," "I'm right here," "You're so strong darling, you can be weak just this once", etc.

When you were finally able to catch your breath, you looked up at Arthur with sorrowful eyes. The sound of his heart breaking as he looked upon the love of his life in such distress was almost audible, but he composed himself and kept a strong face.

"Oh Arthur," you cried weakly, "I'm so sorry," tears began to wel up in the corners of your eyes again, and you feared that the unstoppable waterworks were soon to come again.

Arthur stared at you for a moment, taking in the splotchy, red hue of your tear stained cheeks that he held in his hands before bringing his face down to meet yours and connecting your lips in a gentle kiss.

This kiss was much softer than the other times you had been marked by the Havisham. You had learned quickly that Arthur was not at all aggressive, but very much in need. He needed the world to know that you were taken, even if they couldn't know that you were explicitly his. While you couldn't declare your love for one another in public, Arthur took it upon himself to make it obvious that you were off the market by staining your neck with purple marks of his love and tugging at your lips between his teeth.

But this kiss was different. The pillows of his lips just barely met yours, as if asking for permission to touch you in this fragile state. When you leaned into his touch, giving him the permission he required, he kept his hand on your cheek to rub circles on your skin as he placed gentle kisses on your lips. Once. Twice. Thrice.

He noticed that you seemed to be visibly calmer now, but still in need of comfort. He pulled you from your half sitting-half laying position and onto his lap so that you were sitting on top of his legs, facing the wall to the left of him, legs dangling off of the bed. He placed a gentle kiss on your cheek as he wrapped his hands around your waist.

He pressed his forehead to the side of your face, "You are so strong y/n. Do you know that?"

#arthur havisham #arthur havisham x male reader #dickensian #arthur havisham x reader #arthur havisham x trans male reader #joe quinn #joseph quinn #arthur havisham fluff #arthur havisham comfort

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“Please Baby Please” plays like the love child of John Waters and David Lynch, with the queer campiness of the former intermingling lushly with the unsettling surrealism of the latter.

But while it’s drenched in style and features performances from an eclectic cast of actors who are deeply committed to the bit, and its expressions of erotic desire can be quite steamy, director and co-writer Amanda Kramer’s film feels limited and grows tiresome rather quickly. The heightened artifice of the setting, which is so amusing at first, soon reveals itself as a superficial concept. And while Kramer’s script with Noel David Taylor includes some delightfully deranged lines, the intentional archness becomes overbearing in its one-note nature by the end of the first act. Some scenes feature characters sitting around spewing bad beat poetry, but, in time, it all feels like bad beat poetry.

“Please Baby Please” grabs you off the top, though, as a leather-clad gang of ’50s street toughs called the Young Gents dances and snarls its way through the foggy, trash-strewn streets of lower Manhattan. They kick, leap, snap, howl—a heavily winking homage to both “West Side Story” and “The Wild One”—before brutally beating an unsuspecting couple on the sidewalk with pipes and wrenches.

Newlyweds Suze (Andrea Riseborough) and Arthur (Harry Melling) witness this attack and find that it stirs something unexpected in them. Previously adherent to traditional gender roles, the husband and wife begin exploring more fluid sexual identities with a mixture of terror and titillation. Adopting an exaggerated New York accent, Riseborough is ferocious, crawling around on the ground and approaching her co-stars with an animalistic physicality. As she spends more time bantering with the Young Gents, Suze’s signature cat eye and teased-up ‘do steadily transform into a more butch lesbian look and ultimately into the sort of fetishistic ensemble you’d see on a figure from Tom of Finland. A gleefully vampy Demi Moore, appearing briefly as the couple’s ritzy upstairs neighbor, also inspires Suze’s evolution. Shifting her trademark husky voice into a higher, breathier register, Moore teases with playful lines like: “I’m a wife, but I’m no wifey.” More of her would have been welcome.

Meanwhile, the meek and gentle Arthur enjoys an unexpectedly tender connection with the gang’s leader, Teddy (an alluring Karl Glusman). A wannabe Brando, he cuts a seductive figure with his sharp cheekbones and soulful eyes, and he’s more introspective than his tough-guy façade would suggest. While their scenes together have an exciting sexual charge, they’re also bogged down with seemingly endless and banal conversations about the nature of masculinity. (A sample: “Men get away with everything. But I’m not interested in getting away with anything.”)

Yet within this grandiose morass, every once in a while, there’s a legitimately striking moment. A heavily made-up platinum blonde stands in a phone booth in an empty parking lot. Suddenly, everything is covered in an explosion of roses—the booth, her dress, her eyes—as she sadly, sweetly croons The Skyliners’ “Since I Don’t Have You” to an unknown lover on the other end of the line. This scene is a great example of how the film’s minimalist set design results in a powerful aesthetic. The apartment furnishings are all super stripped-down—Moore’s supposedly luxurious abode consists of a bunch of fake-looking kitchen appliances and blocks in the place of furniture, all drenched in a bold cobalt blue. And the lurid lighting offers the kind of shock you’d experience in a Giallo film—rich shades of red, blue, and purply-pink that immediately grab you and hold you in their spell.

Kramer takes some big swings here, both tonally and visually, and that kind of singularity of vision is thrilling in itself, but “Please Baby Please” far too often tells rather than shows, as its characters melodramatically and incessantly pontificate. The self-awareness of these exchanges is clearly the point, but they become repetitive and wearying.

-Christy Lemire

#Please Baby Please #Amanda Kramer #Andrea Riseborough #Harry Melling #Karl Glusman #Film #Musical

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sapphos-catpanions · 2 years

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If anyone were to ask your for advice on how to deal with dysphoria, would it be the whole "just get over it" solution almost all gender critical people suggest?

sis, ain’t no ”just” about it. there IS no fast, easy, guaranteed way to ”just get over” gender dysphoria. that’s one of the appeals of transgenderism, which tells you that the solution to your problem comes in a convenient injectable form, to just lie on the table and go to sleep while a surgeon shapes you into someone you can stand to be around.

now what are you going to choose: the hard truth, or the gentle lie?

i wish i could tell you what to do, but i’m still trying to figure it out for myself. talk therapy gives me terrible anxiety. i go through episodes of emotional instability that affect my relationships and that, thanks to my autism, i don’t understand very well. even though there’s people around me who care, i feel alone and worthless sometimes.

but don’t we all have stuff that we have to deal with? we all carry a burden with us. and that’s another appeal of transgenderism: you are taught that your dysphoria is something very special that no “cis” person could ever understand. but it’s just another lie.

because we are all connected by some sort of struggle, there are some things that help most people.

to borrow a phrase from arthur longworth, a long term resident of solitary confinement in a supermax security prison, “no human being can live without a reason.” so what is yours? it’s ok if it’s only to “continue to observe and catalogue knowledge,” to “make her happy,” to “spite them all,” or simply because “i am a human being, a child of god, and i have a right to be here.”

your brain is not a computer, and your body is not a machine. you are an assembly of living tissues, and you are fully capable of keeping yourself healthy when you set the right conditions. and it doesn’t take a degree in biology: we don’t know all the nutrients a person needs to survive, but we know she can get them from a balanced diet. we don’t know all the reasons why sleep is important, why sun is important, why water is important, but we know that a regular amount of all 3 helps a person feel her best. we don’t know all the ways a drug or surgery habit can fuck a person up. that’s why you stay away and be conservative and keep yourself safe, like the animal you authentically are.

cultivate strength, speed, power, and resilience. these are not male characteristics. it is your birthright as a woman to discover your physical ability, no matter how old you are or how long it’s been.

see if you can get out some of the things that bother you. even if it is just to your cat, or to a piece of paper. in fact, in ”the daily practice,” invented by anne runkle as a method for dealing with childhood ptsd, is a writing exercise, where your every sentence begins with “i have fear that (x),” or “i resent (y) because i fear that (z), following which you shred or burn the paper.

try to talk to your loved ones too. i have enormous difficulty with this, but every time i say the tough words to my mom or my gf, it usually makes me feel a little less alone and like i don’t matter.

get out of your house and find somewhere they need your help, like the soup kitchen or the women’s shelter. helping people helps you to see beyond yourself and your petty little problems.

read on feminism, lesbianism, the classics of female thought. “our bodies ourselves.” read their words and know that you’ve never been alone.

and have some interests that have (seemingly) nothing to do with feminism or the depressing state of the world. things i can learn and get better at make me feel like “wait, i am not trash.” there is SO MUCH to do and the world is so big. you have work to do, you must not delay until you “feel congruent with your gender.” in fact, you must not delay for even one more day.

#gender dysphoria #sex dysphoria

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Hi! Tell us more about The History of Romance, A Cat Named Hilda and The Longow please!

Of course!

The History Of Romance

Okay so, this idea came to me when I was reading about the invention of the telephone if I remember correctly. One thing led to another and I was wondering how people would send messages to one another over long distances. I love England and Portugal, and how their relationship is tied together with their alliance; I also think that their personalities - while sometimes clashing, mesh well together, and therefore I was like: 'How does this effect how they talk to each other?' So essentially, I'm thinking that it'll go from things like portraiture (which appearantly the big thing to do for nobles in love was to commission and send paintings of *yourself* to the person you loved, which is. wild to me. it's like the old version of the dick pic). To letters and poems. To telephone calls and telegrams. To the *text message.* Plus, I think England and his attitude towards technology is something I need to desperately write more of - cos essentially, I think he bemoans the invention of the mobile phone and signs them off like he's writing a letter. like 'Dear Portugal, I love you. I am hoping you're looking forward to the resturant this weekend and I have brought a new shirt for the evening. Miss you, *please* reply as soon as you see this and *not* a few days later. Sincerely and best wishes, Kingdom Of England' (Kingdom of England being the full name of the country in *technicality*, England's strange like that.) While Portugal replies 'ILY2' (not to say that Portugal doesn't love England! In this situation, it's more likely Portugal was the one who came up with the idea of going to a resturant *and* Portugal will turn up with lots of love to give! He's just not very talkative over text and I think he fell hard for those wonderful acronyms <3)

A Cat Named Hilda

I have the Sims 4 and the only expansion I got with it was the cats and dogs expansion pack. I decided to make England in the game (his human name is Edmund Sharpe - I do not like the name Arthur Kirkland, it's a personal opinion thing) and he adopted a cat while in the park. The cat was called Hilda and looked to be a point of some kind, and was described as 'troublesome, affectionate and curious'. Oh, and she was scared of the TV for some reason. Wonderful <3 England in the game, by the way, had anger issues. He would vent so angrily and stomp around the house - but kept stopping to randomly pet the cat. So you had this angry man, grumbling and having literal *steam* coming out of his ears, stopping to *tenderly* pick up his cat and cuddle it. He would also talk to the cat, gesticulating wildly. As you can imagine, I was inspired. The idea of this moody, stormy and quite frankly - arsehole, of an immortal being - being so gentle and kind to a random stray cat was so endearing to me. I might change the cat's name to something else (as in the game, she was already Hilda - but I'm not sure *why* England would name her that? I want it to be something that makes sense for the guy - so suggestions would be appreciated <3)

The Longbow

This behemoth I've rewritten already. I actually had a chapter 1 of it posted on my blog (I *think* I deleted it - I can't remember) as well as AO3; But, my HCs changed a lot since that chapt so I decided to scrap it and try again. Each chapter is going to start with some information on *longbows* - which, while you've likely heard of *English* Longbowmen, the actual invention of the longbow goes to the *Welsh.* The Welsh were already famous archers and they were used during the Hundred Years War, where the English started to use the longbow - and then the English obsession with them cranked up a notch. For a while, every Englishman was required to know how to draw a bow and it was *strictly* enforced to the point where the bones of English archers began to change! Hell, we almost ran out of yew-trees cos of HOW many we needed to make the longbows themselves! So I thought it was an apt weapon as a connection between England and Wales - a Welsh creation that was taken up by England. Wales teaching England to draw a bow - something that would *save his life in many situations.* Here's a snippet:

‘’What are you apologising for?’’ Cymru murmured as they stepped into the threshold of their small, hunting shelter; Beams of yew and oak criss-crossed the ceiling, herbs hung in aromatic bundles as tools and weapons were tucked far above prying, juvenile hands (she had not forgotten the day that England had cut the tip of his finger off, grasping at an axe that he was never meant to get his hands on). ‘’Is it about the rabbit?’’ She breathed out, tilting her head inquiringly as she set herself before the firepit; Arms opened to receive him - teary eyes and all. ‘’For God’s sake, I was just-’’ Cymru shook her head, hugging the boy close. ‘’Eng…’’

England slumped against Wales, sniffling noisily as he shook his head. ‘’N-nothing to do with the rabbit.’’ Honestly, he’d forgotten that they had been hunting at all on the way back home. It was hard to bite back the tears, budding forth like a spring meadow. Rubbing his eyes furiously, England looked up hopefully at Wales - dredging up what little courage he had, words heavy in his throat as he shook his head furiously in the end. Wales was the one with the beautiful voice, always braver with words than he ever dared to be - and England felt sheepish at once, a red-hot flush travelling up his neck as he swallowed a lump in his throat.

He grasped the edge of his tunic, the rough wool rubbing against the palm of his hands. ‘’Let's talk about something else.’’ England mumbled softly, guilt laden like a stone (like a sword, heavy at his hip). There was a soft crack, the first embers taking hold in the firepit as the shelter grew a little lighter - chasing shadows into spidery corners. ‘’I-I forgot what it was.’’ England murmured lamely, pushing his forehead against Wales chest and sighing. ‘’Sorry.’’

Cymru knew at once what England had meant. She sighed, feeling her heart get a little heavier and sink to the pit of her belly, shadows drawn into deep furrows as she frowned. He felt light in her arms as she drew him closer, gaze trawling to the dark corners of their little shelter - as if she saw Wessex, propped up by a bloodied sword. ‘’Hm, fine.’’ She replied tersely, stroking England’s hair gently. ‘’Let’s talk about how you missed that rabbit then.’’ He squirmed in her arms, grumbling something or other about how she’d put him under pressure and made him muck it up, bottom lip pushed out moodily. ‘’Stop grumbling. This is the third time…I can’t possibly be distracting you that much-’’

‘’-But you are!’’ England bleated defensively. Cymru sighed, frustration clawing at her ribs as she felt her cheeks pink. ‘’Do you ever practise?’’ She retorted, glaring at him. ‘’Wessex should be teaching you these things-’’ Why on Earth she was the one saddled with England was lost on Cymru, who found herself equal-parts enamoured and enraged towards the small boy in her lap. It was never simple, a mantra that Cymru found herself repeating over and over, a mantra that Gwynedd had taught her a long, long time ago. A mantra that Cymru found herself repeating more often.

‘’Hey-!’’ England squeaked, whirling around to grasp Wales’ hands as she snagged his hair. ‘’I do practise-!’’ Cheeks ruddied with embarrassment, he slowly pulled himself upright and crossed his arms - chest puffed and bold. ‘’And Wessex teaches me loads-!’’ England insisted, watching as Wales slowly stood up - and suddenly, England felt very small indeed.

‘’Right,’’ Cymru snorted, eyes narrowing as molten iron poured through her veins; Liquid malice as she looked at the boy and saw Wessex’s eyes staring back at her. Mercia, Kent, Northumbria…how many were there again? Too many, Cymru thought resentfully, and he was just one more trouble piled atop many - and so young too, not even a true country yet. It wasn’t too late, the warrior mused, he could still be defeated - and the firepit was so hot. ‘’Like what? How to fail at catching rabbits?’’ Cymru ground out, hands balling into fists as she drew in a deep breath, shaking her head gravely. Someday, he’ll catch one and it’ll be too late. His people still quarrelled, Cymru knew that - From across the border, just past Offa’s Dyke were whispers of conflict and complex politics (all of whom she doubted England understood). They rallied like quivering spears, liable to be knocked down by a gale - and if she was to be that errant wind, then so be it; Better him, than her.

#hws england #hws wales

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theshippingcorner · 1 year

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give Arthur Morgan headcanons 🔫

You don't need to threaten me I will gladly tell you my thoughts about the sexiest cowboy in the world

He is at least Bi female leaning and you can't tell me otherwise he has said some FRUITY shit in canon.

He is the most respectful fucking man even when he tries to say something racist or something to look cool someone shuts him down and reminds him that it's not who he is and I love that about him this isn't really a headcanon it's just canon but it needed mentioning

If he wasn't an outlaw I could see him owning a nice farm where he raises horses and teaches kids how to ride, he's so gentle and kind with horses and children

He would definitely have a couple farm cats and a nice German Shepard to keep him company

If he was a dad you know he would take his kids fishing and camping and hunting all the time if they asked to and teach them to help out around the house and respect women and not be racist.

He would also teach his kids to give back to those in need 100%

He would actually cry by the way when his kids are born if he were to have kids and just not let them go this big tough man would cry over just tiny little babies

He would fall asleep in a rocking chair with his kids sleeping on top of him

He would let his kids wear his hats and tell them how good they look

He would 100% tell his kids stories about being an outlaw to entertain them but then encourage them to never become outlaws because they'd be missing out on so much of life running away all the time

He would let the gang members take turns babysitting if he had to leave home, but uncle and Micah aren't allowed around the children.

Neither is the pastor

He would call Dutch grandpa constantly and never let him forget it if he had kids. The kids will know grandpa Dutch.

#headcanons #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption arthur morgan #arthur morgan

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koolkat9 · 8 months

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Merlin

Rating: T

Relationship: This is mainly just Arthur and his cat Merlin but there is also some minor GerEng

Word Count: 523

Read on AO3

Don't know if you remember this post where I introduced Arthur's cats, this is just an extension of this.

It was supposed to be a peaceful morning. No work to do. No brothers to pester him. Just himself, some tea, the gentle, perhaps even the book he had been meaning to get to.

But Conner had yet again forgotten to take out the rubbish, putting Arthur’s plans on hold. Hopefully, the truck hadn’t come around yet. As soon as he stepped out, he heard a soft, yet shrieky meow.

Arthur quirked a brow, following the sound to the alley beside his apartment. Treading carefully, he peered into boxes and even between piles of rubbish. Eventually, he found a tiny black kitten amongst the discarded crisp bags and receipts.

It was tiny. Tinier than any other kitten he had seen. If Arthur had to guess, it couldn’t have been any more than a few weeks old. Though its size made it hard to tell. The runt of the litter it seemed. The poor thing was probably left behind, being too small and sickly.

He poked around a little more, to make sure the kitten’s family wasn’t anywhere nearby. Waited a bit for the mother to possibly come back. When he was satisfied that his theory about the kitten being abandoned was correct, he took the little thing inside.

It had been a while since the last time he had bottle-fed a kitten, but he was sure he had the supplies still around.

He had a bit of formula left that was still good and a few bottles. He’d have to get more formula, but for now, these were perfect.

Hours later, Ludwig arrived. Arthur had almost forgotten his lover was coming over after getting some extra days off. Arthur was in the middle of the kitten’s feeding when there was a knock at the door.

“It’s open,” He called.

When Ludwig entered, he was greeted by Arthur. Relaxed and gaze full of unguarded adoration at the small creature in his hand. It took Ludwig’s breath away.

“You got another baby?” Ludwig teased.

Arthur shot him a glare, but it soon melted away when Ludwig gave him his ‘hello kiss.’

“Found this little one in the alley,” Arthur explained, “He was abandoned if I had to guess. Or something could have happened to his mum. But…Given his size, it’s probably my first theory.”

“Poor thing. But with you as his new dad, he’s going to be just fine.” Ludwig pressed a kiss to Arthur’s head before taking a seat in the armchair.

Arthur just chuckled.

“So what are you going to name him?”

Arthur tilted his head, looking over the kitten once more. “Merlin.”

“Merlin? I wouldn’t expect any less from you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Arthur scoffed.

Ludwig smiled gently. “I mean it in the best way.”

Arthur grumbled to himself and returned his attention to Merlin.

So much still to do. He had to get to the vet. Collect additional supplies. Arrange it so Biscuit and Merlin were separated until he knew Merlin was okay and that Biscuit would accept Merlin. But he had Ludwig to help and for now, he’d just focus on getting Merlin fed for this hour.

#hetalia #hws england #hws merlin #hws germany #gereng #engger #geruk #my writing #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction

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yerbamansa · 9 months

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Wrote a little thing last night on my phone because I keep thinking about it. What if I shoved all my sad feelings about the bunny dying into Stede and made it a meetcute in the end, as one does? Everything is an AU, blah blah blah.

Under a cut for pet death, depression thoughts.

Stede hadn't expected Arthur to die.

The funny little guy with the soft face and floppy ears left poop on the floor and a hole in Stede's heart.

He wasn't even sure about getting a rabbit in the first place. Always figured he was more of a cat guy, maybe, except Mary was allergic so they never had one. Then the divorce, and then the kids pleading for a pet, and then the shelter event at the pet store where the most beautiful man he'd ever seen showed him how to handle a bunny, gentle and easy as anything. Told him about a Facebook group that was good for questions and congratulated Arthur on finding his forever home.

So he'd brought Arthur back to his two bedroom apartment and given him run of the place. Coaxed him to jump up on the couch for cuddles and treats. Got used to the little guy being underfoot, especially in the kitchen. Stede found himself eating more green vegetables just because he could share. Habits that became ingrained over time.

The rabbit was for the kids, sure, but Stede was Arthur's human. He had never really been anyone's human, not really, so Arthur occupied a very special place in Stede's heart.

And then, one morning, Arthur didn't want to eat breakfast. Not even pellets or treats. Stede brought him to the vet, gave all the meds he was prescribed, paid for the tests he was told to get, and then…

Well. No one to appreciate his kale stems and strawberry tops anymore. No one to look out for under the desk chair. No one to appear at 7 o'clock on the dot, eyes shining, to remind him about dinner.

The kids were sad, of course. And his friends were kind. No one made him feel bad about mourning something as silly as a pet bunny. (He'd excised anyone who might've ages ago, around the same time as the divorce.)

Thing was, Stede had been sad and lonely for a while. Arthur was good company, a reason to get up in the morning, but his loss felt bigger than that. And yet, he felt it in all the little ways, the crevices of his day, the way he didn't have to check a water dish or close a door at night. All the small ways he'd made space in his life for the love of a tiny creature. Like it was the last good thing in his daily life to go.

The mourning held so much more than that one loss. But it was the part that anyone else understood.

It took him weeks to clean out all of Arthur's stuff, all the little oops stains and fur piles and scattered hay. Part of it was just feeling tired. Part of it was wanting to feel that wave of sadness and loss from seeing the mess left behind, just a little longer.

Eventually he decided it was time to try again. No bunny could be Arthur, he was certain, but he could make new friends. Probably.

He spent time on the website of the local rescue that he'd adopted Arthur from, sent a few emails about different bunnies, and made plans to visit an adoption event to meet a few.

There, sitting in a pen with a fuzzy gray thing with jet-black ears, was him. The beautiful man who helped him find Arthur.

"I'm here for the adoption event?" he said timidly. He wasn't even looking at the rabbits, all sitting in their little pens kitted out with colorful blankets.

The man set down the rabbit and stood up. "Great," he said, brushing some of the fur off his shirt (but not all, never all). "I'm Ed, who are you here to meet?"

Stede swallowed. You, he thought.

#my stuff #ofmd fanfic #not sure i can write a more self-inserty stede if i try #cw pet loss #written at night and not edited at all #so 🤷#just putting it somewhere so maybe i can stop thinking about it

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parttimeghost · 2 years

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Find the Word Tag!

thanks to the lovely @marinesocks for the tag! <3

my words were: DEGREE, SHORT, COME, WISH, & CHECK

degree

I actually couldn't find this word in my WIP so here's a fun worldbuilding fact about Camelot. Back before the purge, Ygraine and Myrddin made a bet as to whether or not Sebile (Myrddin's cat familiar) could sneak food from the kitchens without the cook noticing. This ended with the kitchen staff wholeheartedly believing that the kitchens were haunted by the spirit of a young girl named Mary who could only be appeased by offering of fruit tarts. Myrddin, Ygraine, and Nyneve would sneak into the kitchens at night to steal the offerings. A small altar still lies in the corner of the kitchens, the kitchen staff leaving offerings to appease Mary's spirit. Morgan is fairly certain that it's Merlin that's stealing the tarts at the end of the day (she's right).

short

Arthur rises from his own throne, hands clasping gently around the crown as he hands it back to the king, eyes low. The man whirls around, slapping it out of Arthur’s hand. The crown clatters against polished stone in a discordant symphony, Uther's voice piercing through the air, “Get out of my sight.” “Sire.” Sighing, Arthur gives a short bow before clambering down from the dais and slipping over to the servant corridors. Hovering in the doorway, he glances over his shoulder, catching Morgan's eyes with a sad smile. I'll find you later, Morgan sighs, offering him a consoling smile before he disappears into the shadows.

come

There it was. He’d given her the perfect out, even without knowing it. She could simply pretend for a little while longer. Pretend like she wasn’t a disappointing hypocrite. It would be so easy. But the truth would come out eventually. This way she could make sure that the truth was a gentle thing. Something kind, intended to heal something broken between the two of them, rather than sharpened like a blade, intended to wound.

wish

tw: blood, discussions of death

“Morgan, I need you to promise me something.” “Hey,” She snaps, blood-stained hands ghosting through golden locks, “Don’t talk like that. You are not going to die, so there’s no need to start blabbering on about last wishes and such, okay? You are not going to die. I promised I’d keep you safe.” “Morgan, please.” Magic sparks across her palms with fervour, stuttering as she heaves a breath. “Promise me you won’t let this destroy you. Don’t let this kill the person you are now. Don’t let this kill my sister. I couldn’t bear it if both of us were to die here tonight.”

check

But the game was lost. They were two kings, chasing one another across the chessboard, never able to place the other in check, but too stubborn to concede the game.

Tagging @unluckybasil, @moonscribbler, and anyone else that feels like joining in!

Your words are: BROKEN, STAR, FREEZE, CHAOS, & TIME.

And if you can't find any of the words feel free to share something else about your WIP that you're proud of. It might be a piece of dialogue, a fun bit of worldbuilding, or a character you love. <3

#wip: an ode to the destined #tag games #find the word tag #writeblr #my writing #<3

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coralcatsea · 2 years

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“Arthur.” Kitty cat eyes were easily able to cut through the dark room, as the soft thud of work boots touched down on the stone floor. Oh- damn. Wrong side of the dorm room. It wasn’t so much the candle that was lit on the other end that gave it away, as much as it was the snoring roommate that Alfred had just found himself face to face with.

“Pussy cat.”

A slow grin replaced the mild look of surprise as Alfred moved towards that voice and that candle, where the clinking of moving needles were hard at work, making some glove or other for those rascally swans. “You know,” he said, as he moved from stone to fine carpet, where one side of the room met the other, “I gotta say it. It’s some bullshit that you royals get rooms in the towers. Just because my fairy tale doesn’t make me a prince, I get to have a ground floor room? It’s so inconvenient when I want to break in and see you.”

To see the red, red hands, as somehow nettles had become a fine yarn.. that was made into each stitch. He’d once thought that the gloves, scarves, and hats that Arthur had to make would sting just as much as Arthur looked to hurt while making them. But they are all… soft, to the touch.

A softness that never made its way to Arthur’s face, as he finished his row, and was able to speak. “I know what you’re here about. The Storybook of Legends. How we each get our own legend now, our own ending-,”

“Exactly.”

The bed made only the softest of protests as Alfred sat beside Arthur’s covered legs, the green comforter clearly a callback to the lesser known Prince’s tale. No doubt stuffed with swan feathers. “We can make our own stories. Arthur, your story is not a happy one! All the nettles, and the working, the working- and the princess you’re to marry doubts you every bit of the way? Tries to have you executed? All that work, and one of your brothers still is part swan in the end. Don’t you want to change that?”

But Arthur just took up those needles again, and Alfred knew he couldn’t talk until he got to the next row. Silence. Silence and doubt, was all his fairy tale was. That Arthur would truly love his prince, or princess… his King, or Queen… only for that person to listen to the whispers. To doubt Arthur. Arthur, whose role was to make sweaters… sure, he only had four siblings, three brothers and a sister… not six… but according to the fairy tale, he’d still fail to finish that last sleeve. And then what, his brother would have a wing forever instead of an arm? Just like his uncle?

“You don’t have to follow this fairy tale,” he said, trying to be softer, more gentle. “If nothing else, you don’t have to marry some prince or princess. Someone who will doubt you for a year… someone who will keep you in prison, or try to kill you. You could marry someone… who wants to help. Who won’t doubt you, no matter what happens.” A swish of a long and fluffy tail, as he watched those needles move.

“I… wouldn’t doubt you.”

Awww, this is great! Alfred's tentative suggestion at the end was really sweet! Sorry I took so long to get around to reading this, but now that I have, I want to say I'd love to see more if you'd consider writing it. 😉 You said before Alfred's fairy tale is Puss in Boots, right? It'd be interesting to see his side of things as well, what he thinks of his own story, if he wants to follow his destiny at all, etc.

He'd have a hard time convincing Arthur to let go of his own, I imagine, with his siblings' human forms on the line. Even if Arthur only wanted to free his siblings and not marry his destined partner, he would essentially be brought to the palace against his will anyway, and he couldn't really put up a fight for fear of messing up the solution to the curse.

But maybe Alfred could guard him! If he's the son of Puss in Boots, then he'll of course learn how to fight, and maybe he can keep Arthur's destined partner away. Then Arthur won't have to be interrupted, he won't have to marry that person who will suspect him of witchcraft, he can finish saving his siblings, and then perhaps get with a better partner instead. 👀

#answered asks #ever after high au #ukus #usukus #usuk #hetalia #aph #hws #aph england #hws england #arthur kirkland #aph america #hws america #alfred f. jones #ever after high #the wild swans #puss in boots #fairy tale au

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