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snarky-art · 4 months

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Thriving vs Survivng, am I right, lads?

Bloom and Stella eventually get married, Daphne and the woman with her, Nadia, an oc I made and have mentioned a few times, get married with Daphne to be next in line as Queen of Domino, and Aisha and Musa get married one day, but are currently in this pic going through some Shit that’s putting a huge damper on that.

More info on everyone and political drama stuff below the cut!

Bloom and Stella are thriving.

Polyamory is super duper normalized in a decent amount of places, and is considered a norm on Solaria. Stella is eventually married both to Brandon and Bloom. Both of Bloom’s sets of parents love Stella and are incredibly happy for her. After much talk and deliberation between Daphne, Bloom, Marion, and Oritel to see how Bloom and Daphne are feeling after Daphne is healed up and in a good place and has processed shit, it’s decided Daphne will continue as heir and shall be next in line for rulership. Bloom meanwhile shall continue her role as guardian fairy, Holder of The Flame, and eventually upon her marriage to Stella will be Queen Regent of Solaria. She has a lot more flexibility this way too to go where she feels most comfortable, between Earth and other areas in The Magical Realm. Oritel and Marion don’t want Bloom or Daphne to feel trapped or be stifled with immense pressure if they can help it, and Bloom is still most comfortable on Earth, so having the option to go back and forth is important and something Marion and Oritel want her to not feel cut off from it, a mistake they made early on when they first got brought back from their stasis.

Formal picture of Nadia finally! An oc from Earth I made who’s Daphne’s gf and eventual wife. I thought it would be nice for Daphne to not worry about contextualizing her grief and trauma with someone who already had preconceived notions of her from myths and legends over the last 1000+ years.

Nadia: so you’re Bloom’s sister! That’s so cool! Do you have magic too?

Daphne, who at this point while not the holder of the flame anymore is still an incredibly powerful fire elemental who retains her nymphix and could hand bloom’s ass to her and call upon The Dragon at will whenever she wants: uh, yeah, some I guess.

Bloom: glad to see being a useless lesbian is a universal trait instead of just earth specific

Daphne: exCUSE ME-

Royal balls be like “The Incarnation of God Itself, heir to The Great Pillar of all of Magic Domino, The Dragon Reborn, Supreme Nymph of Magix, Princess Daphne, and Nadia, Barista on Tuesday, Thursday, and Weekends, of the plant Earth”

Like, oh boy, THEE DAPHNE, and Nadia from Starbucks.

Also don’t worry it’s not actually a Starbucks. It’s a small local cafe and bakery spot that Bloom really likes. Daphne went with her once, saw Nadia, and went 👀. Daphne doesn’t even like coffee also she just goes there for Nadia and was too anxious to ask about any other drinks so she just gets what Bloom got, would makes Bloom, who is not at all rich on Earth, pay for it, and then didn’t actually drink it.

Also, Nadia is definitely wearing heels here.

She’s only around 5’9 or ~175cm, while as I’ve mentioned before, Daphne is 6’7 or ~200cm.

She like to wear different heels and go “ok NOW how close am I to being taller than you” or sometimes go “ok, I think I beat you this time” when she tries on a new pair

She’s never close obviously and they both know that because hehe funny joke, but Daphne will still go “oh, you just might’ve this time.”

Musa and Aisha meanwhile are Struggling. Not only is Musa someone who is already insanely anti-monarch in her governmental views, even one that operates more as a democracy, the government she’s working with can’t stand her.

I’ve mentioned in these posts how marriage works on Andros, and Musa is Not It. She’s not even a Land Androsian, which would’ve been considered a bit of a scandal because of how their government structure is set up. No it’s much worse, for oh no, she’s not an Androsian at all! Truly horrific (I say this sarcastically, but that’s genuinely what the nobles and a chunk of the population feel).

Musa is doing what she can to appease Androsian court.

Gold is a big fucking no no on Andros, but she doesn’t want to give that up since it’s a really important part of her culture.

Aisha is standing with her on that, but it doesn’t make it easier to deal with the assholes in court.

She’s even muted her reds to lean more towards purples and blues.

Muting the reds was a huge olive branch of sorts and she’s pissed about it and doesn’t like doing it (but she did it, and it wasn’t even appreciated, but WHATEVER), but she refuses to get rid of the golds (good for her).

Aisha has gold nail polish here also. She’s doing what she can, and eventually is just gonna say fuck it and start wearing straight up gold with her silvers and tell Musa to get back in the bright red or so help me-

Stella let’s Aisha borrow her stash specifically when she first start and immediately commissions some custom ones done for Aisha’s measurements.

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mecachrome · 3 months

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Hi I would love to hear about the elaborate secret wag au you hinted at in the pastries post if youre up to talking about it. I think I need it injected directly into my veins I love it so much

ok note to self i have to stop calling things elaborate when in reality i mean that i think about them really hard before i fall asleep and then promptly forget anything interesting afterward. but of course i'd love to discuss this very vague universe some more!! :')

honestly this is all an extremely self-indulgent exercise because i'm just a huge sucker for the combined secret relationship + famous/non-famous trope, and i will always read/write it for any ship iteration that presents itself! like there is nothing i love more than understated displays of devotion, especially when it plays into the 4th wall socmed fuckery space of one half being famous and having an otherwise large social profile and the other being very lowkey and resisting any publicity about themselves... in that vein i can't tell whether the concept is super cringe & embarrassing (well i can & i know it is, but the question is whether that is enough to Stop Me!!!) because obviously lando dating some Boring Dude requires a er... certain suspension of disbelief (also sorry for any unintentional disrespect to maxf), but what is fandom for if not making stupid shit up <3

anyway the secretwag concept also developed from two things, 1) how much i enjoy & endorse oscar's private-not-secret relationship philosophy + 2) lando's extreme loyalty to & dependence on all of his childhood relationships, so the idea kind of took root as "what if oscar→lando what lily→oscar (and also kind of what maxf→lando)" but just with more of lando's friendgroup dynamix & his streamer identity folded into the mix. the origins of their rship are what remain the most ambiguous & handwavey 2 me but in short they'd somehow meet when they were younger (maybe oscar is the same age as lando, maybe lando stayed in school longer, maybe oscar moved to the uk earlier and they met during their karting days... idk!!!) except then because of finances oscar decides to go into engineering and gives up on motorsport pretty early on.

(tbh i always struggle with justifying non-driverness in canon divergence fic because i'm like WELL REALISTICALLY oscar would just go into another professional racing category if f1 weren't feasible, BUT ignoring that) i think oscar would objectively be a super adjusted engineering student and would thrive academically / not stew in self-pity about giving up racing, so i really like this idea of like... sure, oscar is One Of The Lads, but unlike most people in lando's life who revolve around his work somehow or otherwise reflect his level of celebrity—drivers, the quadrant team, d-grade influencers & djs & social media personalities—oscar is just... Oscar. he's the smartest person lando knows and his love language is quality time and lando is the one usually doing acts of service for all his friends but oscar always wordlessly & unquestionably reciprocates that for him (lando annoying oscar into giving him a massage every night and oscar conceding immediately like ok... jon who❤️) and while lando has to go out of his way to navigate/manage the emotions of those around him and feels indebted to all his friendships he's never had to do that for oscar because oscar is the steadiest part of his life. and then obviously at some point when they're young dumb & drunk they get fucked up about it and start dating on the dl

(waves hands) anyway IDK but i'm just stuck on the image of like lando at 19 starting his first season of f1 and being raw and uncertain of himself and constantly catastrophizing about the future and trying to build out his brand and prove himself, and even like maxf is racing full-time that year, but at least he has oscar who's away at uni (in slightly aged up verse) and shows up at his place every weekend to ground him... like oscar never sugarcoats anything OR doubts himself OR needs lando to be any less open about his irrational fears so lando is like damnnn your cringefail earnestness and clear-eyed perspective of reality has kind of bewitched me *momentarily healed* etc. ft. domestic bants & the birth of master baker oscarpastry when covid hits and everything goes virtual & they quarantine together... lando starts streaming regularly and there's just this random dude in the background of half his streams and chat is like "???" every time like. Who is that + Why is he australian + Why is he cooking you dinner at 1am. his only social media profile is a private ig page with 50 followers.

+ after grad they keep living together and oscar becomes a wfh developer and i imagine him being very financially steady and self-sufficient but also like... deeply LAZY, so he has 0 ambition or intention to chase anything more demanding and is happy to just do his boring software job + be lando's househusband after hours LOL. like bringing lando pastries at quadrant shoots (ty chel 4 this image) between dull code reviews & expertly ducking away from the landolog camera & letting lando drive them around in his stupid gimmick cars and just generally toeing the line perfectly of being invested in lando's success and caring as deeply about motorsport as he does and even kicking his ass in iracing sometimes because he's kept up with sim racing but also keeping his ego in check and not making him engage in the world/politics/circus of f1 more than he has the capacity for on their off-weekends *__* finally lando is like babe i need to go commit tax fraud in monaco and oscar is just like ❤️ ok ❤️ we can move out tomorrow ❤️ and they find a tiny flat that's deeply overpriced but it's Them and it works. oscar plans his days off so he can go to half the races but nobody ever even notices him because the photographers don't know he exists.... except for maxv who lives in their building and met oscar once and was immediately like I Respect You #fellowsimracer so now whenever he sees oscar they get caught up in a conversation for like 30 minutes about random nerd shit and lando is very discombobulated about it every time. on the other hand maxf has been trying to be chill about lando of all people having been in a healthy committed relationship for the past 6-ish years so he frequently gets into trouble for making bad jokes about their sex life on stream that everyone thinks is them being homophobic etc. etc. ANYWAY YOU GET THE GIST OF IT!!!

#ask #this is so so stupid i'm sorry. but personally idt there can ever be enough secret relationship fic <3

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good--merits-accumulated · 1 month

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OK, SEVERELY rambly post incoming but - Anderperry Stardust (2007)/ The Little White Horse AU, anyone?

Rundown: I think many of us are familiar with Stardust, originally a Neil Gaiman book but also a great film, starring Claire Danes as a falling star and That Guy Who Plays Daredevil as the lad who promises to bring her to the girl he's infatuated with. The Little White Horse is, to the best of my knowledge, more unknown, but equally very good (for sentimental reasons, I think of it much more highly than Stardust). Published in 1946 by Elizabeth Goudge, it tells the story of thirteen-year-old orphan Maria Merryweather, who moves to her cousin Sir Benjamin's Moonacre Manor in the West Country, where she finds a) a thriving cosy community and a long family history, b) the little white horse of the title, c) a longstanding family feud cutting off Moonacre from the sea, d) her imaginary best friend Robin, real and in the flesh, and e) some of the most deliciously-described food that has ever been or will be. It's a great book even past the rose-tinted glasses of my childhood. Go read it. (The one (1) marring is that you can't find a bloody edition that doesn't have a JK Terfling quote pasted onto the cover, because apparently it was one of her favourite books, but fuck OFF, I'm reclaiming it now. Thou shalt not keep the cosy low fantasy from me.)

Anyway even though I mention Stardust this isn't really part of the AU I have in my mind, except for the bit with the Star, because Todd as a main character who thinks he's a very forgettable bland boy-in-the-corner until he finds out he's a star is a great thought to me. Particulars on /how/ he's a star to be fleshed out later! (I only thought of this AU about two hours ago, lol.)

In my mind this is how it goes - nebulously Olden Times setting (TLWH is set in 1842, so perhaps then). Todd is around seventeen/eighteen and Geoff has just graduated from university, and gone off around Europe, accompanied by their parents. Months go by. Something happens - he's never given the liberty of knowing, but Geoff and their parents stay in Europe, and the townhouse in London is sold, and Todd is packed off to stay at a distant relative's - Keating, as it turns out. It's a blessing in disguise, because Todd is finally away from his family for the first time in his life and around people that appreciate him. He begins to bloom under this new care - but there are strange family secrets only now being revealed to him, and dark forces beyond the valley which threaten to disrupt the haven he's found...

The rest is very cosy fantasy, featuring Mr Perry as the local uptight vicar locking horns with Keating at every opportunity, Neil as his withdrawn but friendly son just longing for a rebellion, and more! (Read: Charlie is here and he is Outrageous as usual. Read also: Pitts as a sailor because I think he'd like it.) Right now I'm thinking of adding an equivalent of Monsieur Cocq de Noir for a villain (Mr Perry is NOT the villain), and Cameron can play a part there so I can give him a good redeeming! Here are a couple of extracts from TLWH to show the kind of mood/tone we're working with:

Thematically, I REALLY like the idea of Todd as a star because it allows me to work in a very fun trope, of "not of the rose but near the rose" - when a character perhaps is shy and a little quiet and reclusive, but inspires other people around them to brilliance and greatness. (Honestly I do think this kind of goes in with the film, where it's not just Keating's teaching but Todd's reaction to it and his presence that galvanise Neil to continue.) This ties in really well if Todd's a star and adds to the overall self-confidence journey - plus I was really thinking about the sun/moon motifs! They're very prominent in TLWH (Maria is a "moon" Merryweather and Robin is a very sunny boy), and I really want to implement them here with slight twists. I think of Todd as a sunny moon; yes he's warm and caring and cheerful but once you go a little closer it's more of a luminosity rather than a blaze, there's a coolness and quietness to him I like. You know, a quiet character doesn't always have to be quiet because there's something "wrong" with them, sometimes they're just like that. For Neil it's the opposite, he's a moony sun; under the thumb of his father he's polite and decorous and demure but somewhere under all of that there's a very loud and booming laugh and a healthy sort of ruddiness. I don't know, I just like sun/moon motifs!!!!!!!!!!

(On a more personal note: this AU, which I already love very much despite not having known very long, would be above all a careful love letter to the West Country. It's been lovely living around here almost all my life and by this time in September I'll be hopefully up very far north at uni, so I'm pre-emptively kind of :') about it. Mutuals who are at uni/college how on earth did you cope?)

#story time! the little white horse was actually the first book i ever read #all by myself in english. i'd only just learnt it #and a friend's grandparents gave me a copy as a present - i must have been four or five #thanks phyllis and peter. i miss you :(#anyway i revolved around that book for the better part of a year #even years and years later sometimes i walk home from school #down the big hill that looks over the valley with the lightning-burnt tree stump at the bottom #and when it gets green and bowery in the summer #and the little hollow at the foot gets very thick with cow parsley i always think i could find the entrance to moonacre #in it. if i really really looked #:')#maybe i will write this over the summer #anderperry #dead poets society #dps #tristan writes #ah. can you tell i'm feeling so so sentimental.

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gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot · 9 months

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im so sorry for being downright annoying but im confined to my apartment since it's 40 degrees where i live and i have nothing to do :((

could you pls do like a headcannon post for your interpretations of the 141? like you said, soap plays drums, ghost prefers solitude to being mean and aggressive, gaz doesnt get caught doing the kind of shit soap gets caught for, etc. i just find your hc so damn interesting and good. AND believable!!

here's some flowers for your kindness!! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Ok! I want to make clear first that these are just my own interpretations/headcanons, for what I'm writing (although I'll try not to mention Riot much), so if someone feels I'm going off-canon, or I don't write them as they should be (whatever that means) just... meh

Ok, so... Gaz, Price, Soap, Ghost and Nikolai because certain someoneeee asked and I can't deny them anything (and he's going to appear in my fic anyway)

Under the cut because it's going to be long. Edited to add after I finished: God it's horribly long

He gives me elder brother vibes, as in, responsible, overachiever, trying to do the right thing, being the one making way so his younger sibling(s) have it easier

He is nice and respectful to everyone, specially his elders and/or superior officers, but finds it difficult to tolerate shit or incompetence. Still, he is diplomatic enough to hide it (mostly), and will make a good officer in the future, in both Price and Ghost's opinion

He loves cooking and baking, and thrives learning other culture's cuisine. Doesn't mind spicy food, and absolutely gets a laugh out of sneaking some spice in what he cooks to make his friends sweat

Both him and Soap became fast friends. Not only they're close in age, they're both nerds (Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Dungeons and Dragons...) and gamers, and play together fighting games like King of Fighters in an old playstation that Price allowed them to have in the common room.

Friends as they are, they absolutely cheat and piss each other off while playing, to the point of swearing to not ever talk to the other again.

They also absolutely prank each other. Salt in their coffee, googly eyes glued to their bedside lamp (Soap had the fright of his life), toothpaste inside the pockets...

He once covered Soap's side of the office in post-its. Took almost the whole night, but Gaz is a dedicated individual

Everyone thinks he is the serious and responsible, but he is just too good to be caught doing shit. But seriously, the worst ideas come from him

(aaah look at my baby)

PRANKSTER. In capitals.

Younger brother vibes. Like, with three elder sisters. I hc that he has a quite big age gap with his sisters and, although they love each other, they were almost teens when he was a wee boy

Loyal to the bone, will get a bullet for you. Will give you shit if you get it instead covering for him

Friendly with everyone, his love language is touch, patting your back or shoulder, or if it's with a close one, a plain old bear hug. If you're certain someone who he sees as another sister, the bear hug involves swaying and lifting you up

Can't be subtle to safe his life. Can't lie either. You'll know when he's lying because he'll grin so wide that you'll see all his teeth

Learned to play the drums in his teens as a way to channel his energy. In boot camp organized a music group with other privates, Riot included, as a way of bonding and letting out steam. He likes about anything music related, but rock, pop and folk music specially

Looks awesome in a kilt and learned to play the bagpipes when he was a wee lad, but hasn't played one in years

He is way more intelligent that he himself gives credit, and can calculate in seconds the apropriate amount of explosives needed to just demolish what he wants and not a single brick more

That said, he's obsessed with blowing things up. Only things! But if they happen to have ASSHOLES inside, so be it

He is a family man, and tries to speak with his ma as often as he can, but his ma is tiring, man... Always asking when he's getting off the military, when he's settling down, when he's growing out his hair... That mohawk, my son... that's why you're single

Flirt. Like, for fun. Just because. It works either way, because if you feel flattered, he already has you reeled in. If you get angry, he knows how to push your buttons and persuade you in the correct direction. Correct for him, of course.

He can get anything you want/need. It's his specialty after all. What was that, zólotse? You need [insert whatever you imagine]?. Don't you worry, sólnyshko. You'll have it. What does he want in exchange? Only your smile

Of course, if down the line he happens to need something of you, just a little tiny thing, not really important... you'd be a dear and help him out, right?

He not only is a fixer, but he is a trader. He trades anything, information, documents, intel, weapons, vehicles, favours. He doesn't need notebooks, he has it all in his head. All the debts, paid or unpaid, all the people that owe him something, all the people he owes something, people he can convince to 'help' other people so he can kill two birds with one stone, etc etc

He has that ability that can't be learned, of being able to sway anyone his way just with his words. One look at you and he knows what he needs to say to get you on his side, or to make his bidding. Do you need praise? Threats? A pitiful plea? He sure can act the way you need him to, even if you don't know that you need it

If you are friends though, his help comes with no strings attached. Well, maybe a tiny one. Or two. But completely easy things to do. Promise

(that's like my favourite gif of Price, he's so damn hot)

He seemingly has endless patience, but only with his subordinates. He has no patience nor tolerance for idiots in the higher ranks, and has no problem speaking up against them

Everyone knows/thinks Gaz is his favourite, but in reality all of the core 141 is his favourite, he chose them after all. He trusts each and any of them with his life, and would die for them without second guesses

He knew Ghost before he was Ghost, and seeing what he became destroys him. He was the one to recommend Simon Riley for the Special team that went after Manuel Roba, so he feels responsible of everything. Simon knows and has assured him many times that he shouldn't feel bad, he couldn't have known.

If he shares a cigar it's because shit's about to go down and there's no way out or against all odds you got out and needs to be celebrated. No in between, you won't get a whiff of them ever unless he's smoking them. Except if you're Simon, he's the only one with whom he shares, and it's not unusual for them to go for drinks alone or just share a drink and a cigar in Price's office from time to time. Sometimes they don't even speak.

Acts way older than he is, he's always been an old soul. That said, the shit he has to go through every day keeping those muppets in line makes him feel like he's three hundred at least

But if someone dares to raise their voice at HIS muppets, that someone better prepare for hell to rain upon them. No one gives shit to his kids except him

He smells bullshit when he's faced with it. Nobody knows how, but he knows.

Protective, obsessive, bossy and gruff, but loyal to his last drop of blood

That's why he's 'dad' to his kids, even if they don't call him that. But all of them go to him when they have doubts, Gaz and Soap even go to him to ask for advice about this or that, or how to...? Even Simon does ask him things from time to time, and it's not unusual for them to just drop by his office for no real reason, just needing dad

Stern, taciturn, solitary, stoic. Seemingly cold, but he is only guarded. He finds it difficult to trust, even before Roba, due to his childhood.

Stiff upper lip: displays fortitude and stoicism in the face of adversity, or exercises great self-restraint in the expression of emotion

He can be aggressive and mean, it's part of the job, but he takes it with an attitude more like 'Does this need to be done? It needs to be done', and Simon mentally checks out and Ghost takes the wheel, that way he can preserve his sanity and try not to feel like the ones who made him like this... both his father and Roba

He is slow to trust, but if you manage to get through his walls, his loyalty is unwavering. For example, he'd follow Price to hell, only asking 'when are we leaving' if his Captain would ask him to.

He has a soft spot for Gaz and Soap although he doesn't show it, physically or verbally, but with little things. His love language for others, if he even knows what that is or even remembers what it was, is acts of service. Little things like buying them snacks when they run out and haven't had time to go to the store, or taking over their watch turn when he sees them nodding off.

The love language you would have to use with him would have to be maybe quality time at first, even without touching, just spending time together. Having a smoke at midnight behind the mess hall, doing paperwork together in his office or yours, watching films together in the common room. After things progress, it'll evolve into a mix of physical touch (he's so touch starved it's not even funny, and once the dam is broken you won't get rid of him easily) and words of affirmation, but mostly touch.

#cod oc #cod original character #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #call of duty original character #cod hcs #cod headcanons #call of duty hc #call of duty headcanons

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monstersandmaw · 2 years

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Male werewolf x female character (Gabe & Odessa) - Part Ten (sfw)

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

Thank you so much to everyone who has joined the ‘Gabe & Odessa hype train’ lately! A lot of you arrived after the immensely talented @snowkissedmonsters did some truly adorable fan art for this, and I’m still not over that (I had it as my phone background for ages).

Anyway, here’s Chapter Ten, and I’m sorry I left you on that cliffhanger for so long. Mermay story is taking on a life of its own and is stupdendously long and a bit over-complicated, so I might scrap it and rewrite it, or slog on through and see what happens. *shrug*

Here’s a sweet werewolf lad in the meantime.

Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (sfw) Part Seven (sfw), Part Eight (sfw), Part Nine (sfw)

Gabe blinked. “You want me to shift?”

For a moment she couldn’t respond. After the evening she’d had, this was all utterly surreal. And yet, staring at him and now knowing that Wolf and Gabe were the same person, it was obvious. Blindingly so. The little gestures, the steady eyes, the quiet breaths, the particular way he held her… It couldn’t be anything else.

“No,” she said at last. “No, you don’t need to. I know it’s you.”

The breath Gabe had been holding escaped in a rush and he sagged, actually staggering half a step backwards and scrubbing his hand over his face. “Shit,” he hissed. “You were never supposed to see me like that at all, let alone find out who I was.” He went still again and looked at her. “You're not freaked out?”

With a hollow bark of laughter, Odessa turned way and went to the fridge to grab a beer. She’d earned a fucking drink after the night she’d had so far.

On a whim, she held the bottle out to him as an offering, figuring he probably deserved one too. Carefully, he approached and took it from her, retreating to the other side of the room while she got herself another one. “Not gonna lie, Gabe. This is weird. I feel like I’ve hit my head or something.”

“I can leave if you want,” he said, making no move to open his beer.

“No,” she said quietly as she straightened from a stoop and closed the fridge door.

The immediacy of her response made something go quiet in him, and he nodded just a little. His eyes were intense as he regarded her.

“You don’t need to go,” she said again. “Is… Is it ok if I ask you about it?”

“Sure,” he said with a slightly wild harmonic in his voice, as though he couldn’t believe any of this was happening either, and was just rolling with it until everything worked out. He twisted the cap off his beer and drank deeply. He looked like he was bracing for an interrogation.

“What…?” she began, but immediately trailed off, unable even to voice the rest of it. It just sounded nuts, even in her own head.

“Werewolf,” he said, meeting her gaze. His eyes flared an unnatural gold, as though illuminated from within, and her own went wide. “Thought I’d just get that out there from the start.”

“Werewolf.” Odessa sank down onto the arm of the sofa and washed the word down with a swig of beer. “And you’re the only…” She couldn’t say it. “The only one out here?”

He nodded. “Yes. You have to go two hundred miles in any direction before you come into another shifter’s territory. It’s not all mine; there aren’t that many of us to fill it.”

“Your family? Are they…?”

“Also werewolves.”

“In the city?” she frowned. “I can’t imagine that’s a good place for…”

He shrugged. “You can find us all over the world, if you know what to look for. My family first settled there centuries ago and never left the area. The city grew up around them, and they thrived.”

“But not you.” It wasn’t a question, and he inclined his head in that wry and familiar way she knew from both Gabe and Wolf. Seeing the two overlap like that almost made her dizzy.

“No,” he agreed. “I never liked the city. Moved away when I was eighteen.”

“So you were… born a… a werewolf?” She felt foolish for asking questions like that, but until it sank in that this was all really happening, she figured she would just ask whatever crossed her mind.

“Yes,” he said, and took another swig of beer before going on. “A person can be turned with a bite, but it’s not always successful. It’s as likely to kill them as it is to take. Most werewolves are born.”

When she didn’t speak for a long while, and instead just sat boring a hole into the floorboards with her glazed-over gaze, Gabe took a step towards her. “Odessa?”

She twitched. “Mmm?”

The way he was looking at her suggested he might have said her name a couple of times already. “You… alright?”

She snorted and raised her bottle to her lips. After holding his concerned stare for a long few breaths, she whispered, “Is this real?”

With a kind smile, he nodded. “Yes.”

“When I said this place was magical, I didn’t expect…” she broke off with a bitter laugh and drank again.

“I understand if… if you want to head back to the city early,” he said, voice hitching. “Or…” he swallowed and grimaced. “Or if you’d rather I stayed away now.”

She let his words sink in and then rose.

He watched her get to her feet but didn’t move.

Odessa set her beer down on the dining table as she passed it and approached him, and he continued to watch with a steady look in his eyes that was more reminiscent than ever of Thunder’s golden stare. “No, Gabe,” she said softly, and put her palms on his chest before sliding them up to his shoulders. “You’re still the same person you were this morning.”

“You’ve had a shock,” he rasped, “Even before all… this. With Jake, I mean… You —”

Silently, Odessa blessed him for being so considerate, and as he read the reflection of her thoughts in her expression, it surprised him to silence.

With a smile, she reached up with one hand to cup his sharp jaw, Gabe’s short, salt-and-pepper beard surprisingly soft against her palm, and she raised herself up on tiptoes. She pressed her lips against his in a chaste but heartfelt kiss, and felt him smile just a tiny bit against her mouth.

When she dropped back and looked up at him, he looked winded and a little dazed.

“I’m glad its you, Gabe,” she said. “And you know, you’re really pretty as a wolf. That silver in your hair looks good in Wolf’s coat.” She briefly raked her fingertips through his short beard for emphasis before running them behind his ears and down his neck.

Gabe’s smile turned blinding, dimples in both cheeks, and he shook his head just a little. Behind the natural tan in his cheeks though, his skin still carried a lingering pallor. “I… I wanted to tell you the moment I met you,” he said, voice husky and rough with emotion. “I’ve never had that happen to me, Odessa. Not that I meet many new people way out here, but… I’ve wanted you to know what I am right from the start. And when we were walking, and you were…” he choked a little, his eyes glassy and oddly tearful. “The way you look at this place, Odessa… Oh I don’t know,” he growled, eyes flaring suddenly gold again. “It’s like you’re looking around you at this place and…”

“Like it’s home?” she said, and he shot her an incisive look.

“Yeah,” he sighed.

“Because it does feel like home, Gabe,” she said with her hands back on his chest again, as much to buttress herself up as simply to keep touching him. “I can’t explain it, but when I drove into Pinewatch for the first time last week, it felt like coming home. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I know I can’t go back to the city forever. I —” At the mention of her life there, she suddenly remembered her phone and frowned, reluctantly leaving him to cross to the abandoned rucksack at the door and kneeling to fish her phone out of a pocket. When she saw the screen littered with missed calls, texts, and three voicemails from Emma, her heart dropped and she hissed a curse under her breath.

“Odessa? Everything alright?” he asked, and she rose from her crouch and sighed.

Waggling her phone a little, she said, “It’s my friend Emma. I…” and as she opened the thread of messages and scrolled back, she found out how Jake knew where she was. “I should call her,” she said, already tapping the icon.

“I can step out…?”

She shook her head and shot him a weak grin. “You could probably hear it all from out there anyway, right?”

With a tiny little smile, he nodded shyly and sat down on the sofa while she paced and waited for Emma to pick up.

“Odessa?” Emma squawked the moment she answered. “Oh my god, are you ok? I got home from my shift and Mike told me that Jake had been round asking questions about where you were… I freaked out when he told me —”

“I’m fine, Em,” she said.

“Jake didn’t…?”

“Oh no, Jake did,” she said with a cold edge to her humour, and from the sofa she heard a soft growl. She glanced over at Gabe, but he wasn’t looking at her. His knuckles were white around the beer bottle in his hand and she was surprised the thick glass hadn’t cracked under the force of his grip. “Bastard drove all the way out here. But I’ve made some friends, and Jake was no match for them.”

“Gabe?” Emma asked in the tone of voice all friends use when the name of a potential love interest comes up. “The hiking guy you texted me about?”

She nodded to herself and chuckled, cheeks flushing. “Yeah. Jake hasn’t got a snowball’s chance in hell of competing with Gabe, and he knew it. Went running back home with his tail between his legs after calling me a few choice names.”

“Bastard. Odessa, I’m so sorry. I thought Mike knew what a shit Jake had been to you, but he swears he had no idea. He feels awful. I showed him the photos you sent the other day and I told him about the cabin, but all I said was that you were there to get some space after a breakup. Mike was here looking after the cats this morning for me, so when Jake called by to ask if I knew where you were — said there was some issue about a joint bank account — he just told him what he knew.”

“Jake’s a deceitful fucking shit,” Odessa spat, pacing the floorboards and scrunching one hand through her thick, wild hair. “I didn’t think he had it in him to use your new boyfriend against us.”

“You’re alright though?” Emma asked.

“Yeah. And more glad than ever that we didn’t open up a joint account,” she added wryly. “Doubt there’d be anything left in it…”

“You’re still going to stay up there? You need me to come up?”

She smiled and shook her head again, dark curls bouncing all over the place. “No, I’m good, thanks. Gabe’s staying with me for now, and I don’t think Jake’s that persistent. I don’t know why he thought stalking me all the way here would win me back though.”

“Ok. Text or call if you need anything, and —” she paused and mumbled something in response to a more distant voice on her end, “— Mike said to say he’s sorry again.”

She laughed. “It’s fine; tell him it’s ok. What happened between me and Jake was before you two really got serious. I guess I should thank you for not being a gossip…”

Emma snorted and sounded relieved, and they finished with Odessa promising to check in a bit more, and Emma promising to flay the sorry hide off Jake’s back if she ever saw him again.

“I like her,” Gabe said as Odessa set her phone down on the dining table and came over to the sofa to join him.

She smiled. “Your hearing really is that good, huh?” she said and flopped down onto the cushions beside him, folding her legs up underneath her. Gabe looked at her, glancing at her oddly-pretzelled legs, and she snorted. “Never been able to use any piece of furniture properly.”

Gabe, by contrast, was sitting with his legs slightly apart, one arm on the far arm rest, and his back against the sofa cushions.

“It’s sweet,” he said, and she reacted by laying her head against his shoulder. After a heartbeat’s pause, he looped his arm carefully around her shoulders and pressed his nose against the crown of her head. He breathed in the scent of her and she wondered what else he got beyond the slightly woodsy scent of shampoo that wafted towards her nose whenever her hair brushed her shoulders.

Thinking about his enhanced senses reminded her of the wolfdogs, and she inhaled sharply and sat up. Only Gabe’s quick reactions saved him from being headbutted in the face. “What about the dogs?” she asked. “Won’t they be wondering where you are? Did everything go ok with Axel at the vet?”

Gabe’s chuckle was deep and amused, and he shook his head. “Yeah, he was fine. Tala always looks after him, and I fed them all at home before I left for the store tonight. They won’t miss me.”

Another thought occurred to her and she asked tentatively, “Do you… shift around them?” The word felt odd on her tongue, and the concept of Gabe being able to change into a different shape altogether rested just beyond her full comprehension.

He nodded. “Yeah. They love running together.”

With a sigh, she sank back down against him. “I bet that’s nice.”

“It’s not a true pack, but yeah, they’re family.”

“I’ve never been a runner,” she huffed, glancing down at her legs. “Obviously. Hiking is fine, but the moment I have to move out of a brisk walk…” she shuddered ostentatiously and he rumbled a laugh. “The park near my apartment is always full of joggers. Some people have dogs with them, so I can see how it might be fun, but it’s just… not for me.” Something melancholy and full of regret drifted across her chest and she sighed. “Jake used to hint I should work out more. Especially towards the end.”

At the mention of her ex’ name, Gabe growled openly, and it wasn’t a human sound at all; low-frequency and resonant and utterly animalistic, and he looked away, cheeks flushing, but the sound took a while to die in his throat.

To her surprise, instead of wanting to back away or run screaming from the cabin, heat flared through her whole body in a way it had rarely done before, and she bit her lips together in a futile attempt at staving off a blush.

Either he heard her heartbeat quicken or he detected some other indication of her arousal that she didn’t want to dwell on, because he looked back at her with a curious and amused quirk of his mouth and eyebrows. Naturally, that made her blush even more and she mumbled, “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say a word,” he said, and she hid her face in her hands.

“You didn’t have to,” she said, laughing and tipping her head back to lounge against his body. She breathed in the scent of him and nuzzled her cheek briefly against the fabric of his shirt. The solid muscles of his chest relaxed just a fraction beneath her. “God I’m tired,” she sighed. “And hungry. The whole reason I went out tonight at all was because I wanted something shitty and salty after my hike and there was nothing in the cupboards.”

“We could have the pizzas I got?” he said. “Definitely high on the sodium content.”

“I’ve already stolen your evening, Gabe,” she said flatly. “I’m not stealing your food as well.”

“We were going to have Italian tomorrow. We could have it tonight instead.”

And just like that, he made it easy again.

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safetycar-restart · 9 months

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Oh those fabio thought, i need sleep so bad but all i can think of is bestest boy himbo fabio.

Like theres so many pictures of him on having like hotgirlsummer vibes, just him on a boat with you and wearing nothing but his collar and sunscreen. Lying in the shade on the warmest and sunniest parts of the day as you edge him, getting dressed to go to dinner and him not having to think even out around people,just chilling and folöowing you.

Also re clothes would ds au Fabio be into lingerie? Weve established hes got several collars to mixand match with his outfits, but does he like wear your panties or more like lingerie made for men? Cause fitting issues. Hed look very pretty in lace. And painted nails.

Cheers and soon zzzz🏍 anon

After the fucking chaos of today’s sprint, I think we all need some soft smutty Fabio thoughts (also I’ve been in such a Fabio mood lately lads please keep indulging by sub!fabio obsession).

Firstly, Fabio THRIVES on holiday with you. He insists on getting at least a few days with you alone, so that he can be shamelessly horny with you on a boat. He must be horny with you on a boat for at least 4 days during every break. Yes this is a requirement.

Absolutely adore the idea that he’s naked except for his collar. Honestly I think that’s fabio’s standard outfit at home with you? Or at least, it would be if Andorra wasnt so fucking cold all the time.

So when it’s just you two in a boat somewhere sunny and warm? Clothes are absolutely optional. Bonus points if you decide to sunbathe topless because Fabio will lose his fucking mind.

And of course he must have sunscreen on!! You carefully monitor how much time he spends in the sun and how much sunscreen he wears, never letting him spend too long in the sun when the sun is at its peak and making sure he waits for the sunscreen to settle before he goes in the water, etc.

If you weren’t there this would never get done. But because you’re there and you’re his Dom and you’re telling him what to do and putting on sunscreen for him and praising him for listening…. Yeah he’ll do it. He’ll do literally whatever you say.

(Sidenote: you keep this up when all his friends join and this has the absolutely hilarious consequence of you accidentally ending up managing Tony’s sun exposure too because he just does whatever Fabio does)

But anyway, he’s very happy. He gets so much time in the sun and so much attention and it’s the best. You edge him throughout the day and even though it drives him insane, he absolutely loves it.

I also think he gives you head all the time? Just you and Fabio on the deck, Fabio eating you out and grinding against the couch you’re laying on. He’s completely naked and he’s got your swimsuit pulled to the side for access. You’ve got your hand in his hair and your leg over his shoulder and he’s in absolute heaven. Absolutely zero thoughts.

And then going for dinner!! He’s smiles all round the entire evening. He doesn’t even look at the menu because you make all the decisions and he just hands over the card at the end of the meal like the good boy he is.

And ok ok we need to talk about lingerie for a second:

I think it’s the one aspect of fashion that Fabio is actually insecure about? He’ll wear the most outrageous outfits that truly make your eyes hurt without a care in the world, but he can’t even hold a pair of panties without crying.

That being said, he wants to wear them!! So badly!! Specifically he wants to wear them for you!! He wants to match lingerie with his collar and present himself you like a pretty present for you to unwrap and play with.

But there’s something so… vulnerable about that fantasy of his? It’s not the same as wearing a ridiculous outfit because he thinks it looks good. This is…. This is about being pretty for his Dom. And he’s so scared.

I think you’d have to bring it up? Like one day you’re going over kink lists because you like to do that every couple of months to make sure you’re both on the same page. And to your surprise, Fabio stutters when you say feminisation. He’s never shown any interest before and he’s certainly never liked humiliation so you’re a little confused.

But slowly but surely he begins to open up about his fantasy and well… he’d look so pretty.

#sub!fabio #d/s au #fq #nsfw.#👗#🏍️#f!reader #soft soft vibes

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klkirbles · 3 months

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Ok so 4 for the ask meme but for each of the BG3 origin companions

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

LOLLLL OMG okay. i'm throwing gale into the lord of the rings IMMEDIATELY because i want to see if he'd either succumb to a power hungry fantasy or actually be a good lad.

astarion... put him in what we do in the shadows so he can still be a vampire, but much more quirky abt it. he's seen enough horror let him be silly with a bunch of roommates he can't stand but wont leave.

lae'zel would pop tf off in star wars ngl. as a imperial deserter??? she'd slay so hard.

i know this is sosososo basic but put wyll in bridgerton. he'd thrive. i want him in the handsome regency outfits. i wanna see if he'd go with what's expected of him or rebel in his own fun way. also he deserves to suck and fuck. :)

shadowheart i'm putting you in stardew valley. go have a farm girl. go plant crops girl. recover from your trauma girl.

karlach dungeon meshi :))) eat good food kill monsters :)))) i dont want to put her in bad situations LMFAO.

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lfc21 · 2 years

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hello!! i hope you’re doing alright!!

i really love your writing and i was wondering if you could write something about trent dating a professional figure skater, and there’s an upcoming tournament that she’s been preparing for so hard and trent has been supporting her throughout all of it (watching her choreography, attending training sessions if he could, etc) and she wins first place and it’s all so cute and fluffy??

thank you so much!! <3

Did he make it?

Since the begging of you and trent you had both relied on each others support and efforts towards your passions, it was something you shared a love for. Trent knew how much his support was needed as often you would fall into a hole of worry if you felt you couldn't perform to the best of your abilities. His support was what drove you to where you needed to be - that final destination. As much as you needed him was the equivalent of how much he needed you, he thrived of the complements you constantly gave him; your constant love and support constantly helped him progress. You two where made for each other, like two pees in a pod.

"Yeah mate but look I've really got to get off I've got to go and see my girlfriend practice but speak to you tomorrow yeah?" Trent shouted to curtis as he progressively got further and further away from him across the empty car park.

"Of course lad, cya" curtis kindly replied back as he carefully bent into the shape of his car. Trent knew how important this final practice was for you, he knew you needed him as much as you needed your coach and he couldn't allow anything other than that to happen.

Trent jumped into his car and made a beeline to the arena wanting nothing more but to support and comfort you. You had been at the arena all day trying to perfect the final adjustment and make everything possible for the big day tomorrow. Tomorrow was always going to be hard as soon as you found out the day you knew how much of an issue it would be for trent to get here just in time for your piece, it was a Saturday and the premiere league had taken up the diary way before anyone of your finals could have done.

"Hey!" Trent shouted as he came running through the door with a series of rush breaths. Your head spun round at the sound of your beloved boyfriend, luckily you weren't practicing your piece so it was more than efficient in greeting your loved one like a normal girlfriend.

"You ok?" You asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck before his arms ran swiftly round your waist in order to pull you up. You looked down at him with your hands in his hair as his arms held you with a great amount of ease due to your small frame.

"Yeah I am, I'm excited to see you practice" trent admitted with a smirk as his wondering hands made adventures over your back.

"I've done all my practicing for today babe" you replied back with a giggle as your smile of amusement became more prominent. His face dropped at the thought of himself missing your final practice due to training, he wanted you to count on him for anything.

"What?" He quietly said letting you jump down from his waist whilst his mind tried to comprehend how he missed it even though he planned everything he could right.

"You missed it but that's why I have a video for you" you calmly replied to him with your lips just centimetres from his causing all his worried to turn into wondering and pointless thoughts.

"I wanna see" trent excitedly said as he pushed his lips onto yours causing a small smile to erupt on your face.

"When where home you can because I want to get in bed" you said with a laugh as you wriggled from his embrace and let out a huge stretch complimented with a yawn. You grabbed your bag from the seats aside from you and headed straight for the large exit doors.

"Awww fine then" trent winged to you as he followed behind you like a three years old toddler being told they can't have sweets.

As soon as you got home trent was right on your case wanting to watch the video of your practice performance. You knew how much he loved watching you skate but he was acting as if he was on another level. Tomorrow was going to be hard, you and him both knew that but it was possible with enough effort and time it could be done.

The day had come, the most anticipated yet nerve racking day in your career. As much as you where excited to perform your best and show the true you within your performance you couldn't help in wondering whether or not trent would make it, every second that went by of no text that he was on his way broke your heart more and more.

Hey! Are you on your way yet? You frantically text trent as you sat with your coach in the busy arena, you knew you where on next and it made your anxiety spike like no other. A million and one thoughts where running through your mind as if it was your last chance to over power your brain - what if he misses it? What if he's already here? What if he dosent want to come? These thoughts weren't falling from your mind. Trent knew the stress it would be of getting out of anfield as quick as lightning to see you perform, he told the guys and they knew he could do it if he was quick enough but there wasn't enough confidence in his body which filled him with enough power to do this calmly.

Trent!?!?! You quickly added as you heard your name being called out, there was nothing - no text no answer and no typing. He wasn't coming. You placed your phone down with a heavy weight of tears sat in your eyes fearing to fall but you couldn't you had to make the younger version of yourself proud and do this the right way. You left all your worries and troubles behind you and followed the steps you had memorised with every part of your body. This was the only thing which mattered right now and every pattern and movement was starting to make scence everything was going well, this wasn't worrying or hard this was perfect, well almost perfect.

"And the winner is... y/n" the man shouted in his pristine suit and fashionable hair cut. You gladly accepted the award making sure you looked pleased on the pictures. The horror of what was going through your head was working it's way through your body, like fire, it was burning through every bone and every thought. You made your way back to your coach with the biggest fake smile on your face anyone could manage.

"Oh well done y/n you where amazing" your coach shouted to you as she embraced you in her arms with an inviting smile. You knew how hard she had worked to help you through the practises and stresses of the competition and you couldn't be more grateful.

"Thank you!" You shouted back as she squeezed you tighter until leting you go, your eyes locked with hers as the realisation came crashing down onto you like a tone of bricks. "He didn't come did he?" You asked with a tight smile and fear written though your eyes. You couldn't read her emotions which in all honestly made the whole moment worst.

"Did I not?" You heard from behind you causing you to spin round in a matter of great urgency. That familiar voice you learnt to love and find comfort from was behind you speaking the words you needed to hear. You jumped up onto his waist as his arms came wrapping around your body. He was here.

"Oh my god" you mumbled into the crook of his neck as you felt his warmth on yours. You could tell how happy he was to see you even if he was still in his kit with a huge coat chucked over the top.

"You happy yeah?" Trent asked with a laugh as he realised just how much you wanted him with you. You simply nodded as a wave of emotions sat on your shoulders yet again. This was the life.

I hope this was the request you where looking and hoping for. Please leave feedback and requests as it is greatly appreciated. I knew I had to get this out today as Trents goal today was perfection! ❤️

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justafairytailofinnocence · 1 year

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Mind if I ask for POTC headcannon character x reader, their reactions to you telling them your asexual? (Cap Jack, Elizabeth, Will, Norrington, I dunno just whatever characters you wanna use for it?) ⚓

Hello dear 💖, thanks for the request.

How they would react to you being asexual⚫️⚪️🟣

Jack sparrow🍺

Jack would be on the ship. He was conversing with you about perhaps any adventures you wish to go on.

Jack even hinted that if there were, any guys or gals/people you like.

You looked at Jack with some sort of confused expression. "Jack, I'm not sure if I feel attracted to anyone," you looked down. "I have no desire to be with anyone, but I still want to be friends."

Jack smiled and placed a hand on your back. "Aye love, just means you like the sea more, you thrive on adventure."

"Ain't nothing more I envy then that" Jack smiled.

You nodded. You were glad he saw nothing wrong with you. All the times you were in Tortuga, and yet nothing happened between anyone.

All you desired more was to be a pirate and enjoy the sea without anyone tying you down.

You were still happy to be friends with people, just not intimate.

Elizabeth Swann🦢

Elizabeth was with Will when she saw you.

She questioned why you weren't socialising with anyone on board; morally, any lass/lad/pirate would be into Jack Sparrow.

You, however, didn't desire that. You had no desire to be with anyone and yet you couldn't explain it.

Elizabeth wandered over to you. "Everything ok y/n, you don't seem to be joining us."

"I'm, I'm not really sure, I feel like I should be desiring someone, but nothing, I don't feel anything toward anyone" you looked down.

Elizabeth wasn't sure what it was you were saying except she said, "Then perhaps you haven't met the right person."

You looked up at her and said, "I think there's nothing wrong with just wanting friends and enjoying the seas, I'm sure I'm asexual."

Elizabeth wasn't familiar with the word, she had no idea what it meant but she respected your decision.

"If it's friends you oh so desire, then that's alright, I would've once loved to be on my own" Elizabeth leaned on the side of the pearls railing.

You smiled back, hugging Elizabeth. You were glad she understood even if she wasn't sure what the meaning was.

Will Turner🏴‍☠️

Will was a passionate man in romance, he wanted nothing more then to be with Elizabeth.

However, when he hears of your thoughts on love, he questioned.

"So, is there anyone in your life" Will joked around.

You shook your head, confident in your words "unfortunately Will I don't desire that kind of life."

"I want to sail the seas and live freely. That's all I picture," you smile "encase your wondering I'm asexual."

"Oh, so, you don't desire to be with anyone," Will looked confused. "So that means you're like Jack, your life is devoted to the sea."

You signaled your hand to say 'kind of'. "It's rather more. I'm just happy to be my own."

Will understood your decision and didn't ask more.

James Norrington⚔️

James was an old fashioned man, he had no idea what the word meant.

James held you close aside from Elizabeth and Govener Swann.

"Miss/sir/y/n, I greatly appreciate your company, but I must ask if perhaps you would be kind in joining me for my ceremony." James politely asked.

You glanced up. You thought there was some hint in romance, but you had to clear something up before he thought further.

"Listen, admiral, I appreciate your generosity, but unfortunately, I have no desire to marry or to be with anyone." You smiled with confidence.

"I'm asexual, someone who doesn't desire to be attracted to anyone." You explained.

James paused for a moment. Of course, his heart was still set on Elizabeth, but the word didn't make sense to him.

"I-indeed, I had no idea such a thing existed. Are you sure perhaps you haven't found the right suitor." He asked.

"No, I'm sure." You place a hand on his shoulder. "I just want to have friends".

James still didn't understand due to the way he was raised. However, he still cared for you either way and respected your decision.

"Very well, to friendship." James smiled.

Hector Barbossa🍏

Barbossa was admiring his golden dabloons when he heard you coming in.

"Whaddya want" he growled.

"Sorry captain just thought I needed to discuss with you for something." You nervously said.

"Aye, can't-ch ye see I'm busy" Barbossa had a bad habit of being disturbed.

Barbossa watched you before you said "Captain, I think I'm asexual."

"A-wha" he questioned "is it some kind of scurvy".

"No, it's a feeling someone feels when they don't desire any attraction" you explained.

Barbossa understood, "Aye, then that be your decision missy/laddie/y/n."

"Just means yer less addle (stupid) then Jack" he smiled.

You laughed at Barbossa's reaction. You enjoyed being a part of his crew and not wanting anything more than that.

Barbossa didn't really care what you felt, only that you were good at what you're doing. He always thought Sparrow would've ended up this way due to his love for the sea, but then he does think otherwise.

Joshamee Gibbs🍻

Gibbs was sitting on a barrell drinking rum.

You came up to Gibbs, nearly scaring him. "Blasterous mother on the Port bow."

You say to Gibbs apologising "sorry Gibbs but i was wondering on what your thoughts are on me."

Gibbs looked up, confused. "I mean, about me being asexual, Master Gibbs I don't desire to be with anyone."

"Now why would thar be anytin' wron' wit tha" Gibbs smiled.

"Just means yer devoted ta' tha sea n' ye truly r' a pirate." Gibbs winked.

You hugged Master Gibbs, he was truly understanding toward your feelings.

"Now c'mon, le's go tell Jack if ye want ta mend tha' helm (the wheel)." Gibbs smiled.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

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my-shields-are-down · 2 years

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Dedicated to the one he loves - Part 4

After all the food and appetizers had been cleared, Lucy said “I literally don’t know what happened. “

One minute we are laughing and making dinner and joking that we skipped all the “getting to know you steps” and are suddenly shoulder deep in a passionate love affair and it felt like a switch was thrown and the brakes were slammed, and he shut down, like completely. He said he wasn’t feeling well and that we should pack up and head back. But in the car he wouldn’t talk to me or laugh and he flinched when I touched him. He just repeated over and over, “I thought I could do this, but I was lying to myself. I can’t and we need a clean break. I am so sorry you got hurt, but I am not the man for you.” And my heart shattered. I stopped trying to connect.

When we got to Seattle, I made him pull over to talk to me and he started saying he was wrong. He lied about all of it, he had to end it before things got out of hand. The man in the car was not my Tim , so I got out of the car, grabbed my bag and phone and said maybe he would benefit from the drive home alone. He started rolling up the windows and I tried one last time. I started weeping and begging him to let me back in the car, that we could fix it - but he rolled up the windows looked at me like a sad puppy and drove off.”

Tamera then said, “wait. He LEFT you there?”

Lucy nodded and added, “well he got to the edge of the parking lot and came back, but immediately took me to the airport, and then drove back to LA by himself. I haven’t heard from him since then.

I went by the station to talk to Sergeant Grey to figure out my options since I just took the Detective Exam and Angela saw me. So I told them, and then you found out and here we are.”

Patrice was livid - this was worse than some freak out. She had much respect and affection for Tim after their wedding “negotiations.” She had seen the hurt little boy he tried to keep buried and had seen him fall in love with and blossom with Lucy. But this was not ok.

She reached over and grabbed Lucy’s hands, and said “my dear, men are idiots. I’m so sorry you were hurt by this buffoon. I am furious at him - but let’s focus on you. I will deal with him separately- that’s none of your concern.”

I have coordinated with Wade and Angela for you to have the next two weeks off. I am allowed to tell you that you were in the top 5 scoring officers on the detective’s test so you can go anywhere and do anything. Congratulations sweetheart! You have two options work wise. Option 1 - work with Angela and Nyla and treat Tim like a stranger. Do not let him back in. And option 2 change stations - you have a standing offer with Cindy Woo as well in Northern California. Leave Mid-Wilshire and don’t come back.”

For those two weeks, I’m sending you to Cabo - we have a house down there, an estate really which sits atop a cliff and overlooks the ocean. Angela will fly down with you- and get you settled. She’s also dropping off her brother who was just left at the alter - poor lad. Like you, he’s devastated and needs an escape. The house is large enough so you never have to see him unless you want to.

So go, cry, throw things, heal yourself. And work through the pain of losing Tim. You have to be able to be in a room with him but not be affected by him, he becomes an actual stranger to you and you treat him as such. Tall order, I know. But we have to protect and cherish LUCY now. She needs to be your focus - making her well so she can and does thrive without him. Tamera will come down for week 2 as he broke her heart as well.”

Lucy sat there stunned. She expected to come home, cry, and to continue to work with Tim. Clearly her friends weren’t having it. They picked her not Tim to stand beside. They weren’t abandoning her. She couldn’t believe it.

As if reading her mind, Patrice leaned forward and said, “my darling girl, you and Tamera are like family to me. Please let me take care of you.”

Lucy and Tamera looked at each other, then looked at Patrice. Tamera spoke first and whispered, “Thank you. Can we go now?”

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This little idea is becoming a full fledged story.

#chenford #i love them #tim x lucy #lucy chen #tim bradford

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useragarfield · 2 years

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#elena s1 finale: i love U stefan nothing to worry about #elena s2 finale: kissing damon #elena s3 finale: actually admitting she has real feelings for him #elena s4 finale: not apologizing for loving him #elena s5 finale: refusing to leave his side #elena s6 finale: promising to love damon forever #i love this song #thriving ok lads #lolo rewatches tvd #i speak #delena

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pst tabby u totally shouldn't think about the concept that withers and mages age differently than humans and are going to outlive Maeve but will hopefully all get to be friends and meet her next reincarnation no u totally shouldn't about the good angst

I'm a sucker for pain and you've brought up a topic that I just love to think about on the reg (: Just the other day I was Consumed by thoughts of the idea that some of the older witchers/mages may have potentially already met one/some of her previous incarnations, and that one of the reasons Maeve throws herself into her work and adventures so,,, avidly is because she is Very Aware of her limited time on the continent compared to those she holds most dear.

#stormslesbian #witcher rambles #maeve #the classic Tabby Tag Rambles incoming #I've gotta write up more details on the previous lives of hers but skdndkdn yea #lads is it weird that I thrive off of thinking about the Sad things for my ocs and this is one of my faves for maeve #like thinkin about maeve relaxing with two of her witcher pals and they start chatting about the Days Of Old #and her off to the side slowly drifting out of focus as she thinks about just how long they've been alive and how they'll continue on #how it feels like her chest constricts while realizing there'll be a point that she's long gone and they'll look Exactly the same #fun fact that maeve's deepest fear is that her loved ones will forget her face and/or voice after she's gone (:#that's just one reason amongst the many that she writes so Much and so Often #if they're surrounded by her works and their effects on others‚ it'll be harder to forget her y’know #NOW THERE IS‚‚ the verse where she and ilya find a djinn and use a wish to prolong her life so there's a happy thought #but that fear is most definitely a thing up until that point and one of the focal points of her character #it also contributes to why she insists so often on accompanying the witchers bc she wants that experience with them #she wants to live! adventure!! take risks while she still can!!! she's not [just] naive there's reason to it despite what they think!!!!#anyway I'm emo about maeve 24/7 and that's just a fact #hecks me right up‚ the thought of maeve frowning at the mirror because she's Aging and it scares her #OK this was a big tangent but it's fine that's what we do here #they're not gonna meet a next incarnation bc she's gonna live forever and they're all stuck with MaeveTM that's just how it is don't @ me #but now I'm Consumed by thoughts of some of the pals having met a previous life and then meeting this maeve lmao

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fraiserabbit · 2 years

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just a one-off non-TTTE post bc i got inspired by @tallys-train-blog ‘s chuggington humanisations (+was enabled by a few people LMAO) so here are my childhood favs..it was SUPER fun to push facial features and hair i am thriving

Koko’s apparently a Japanese bullet train, so I made a Japanese lady with the build of a marathon runner (well, I hope she looks like it at least) and yes! That’s a little ‘Trainee’ badge!

Emery is a w i d e lad--also translated his buffer hands to gloves!

Frostini’s face gave me long and gaunt vibes, so have a spindly man who’s great with people. Also made his hair ice cream-y :]

Mtambo’s face seemed square-ish so yeah!! Just a nice old safari guide! Also the first time I’ve actually thought about “wait..African people have different hair types...so like their body hair is different too?” like wow ok

Harrison and Chatsworth are just..strong men yes very good

Dunbar’s underbite, my beloved 💖💖

Pete is a steam engine, so a smoking pipe it is!

#chuggington #chuggington koko #chuggington emery #chuggington frostini #chuggington mtambo #chuggington harrison #chuggington chatsworth #chuggington dunbar #chuggington old puffer pete #chuggington humanised #alright back to TTTE because ✨consistency✨#if i ever draw them again it'll be on ig #cus i really like them #✍🐇

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You’re right about marvel movies feeling too fan-servicey and anyone who disagrees just likes cheesy movies ok 😂 I want GENUINE DIALOGUE people!! I don’t want to feel like the characters know they’re being watched in a movie idk 🤷‍♀️

i don’t think there’s anything really wrong with meta-humour at all - i mean, i thrive off it. the majority of my writing is the characters being aware they have an audience.

i think what it is is intention. intention is so, so important in storytelling and if your intention is purely "this'll make money" then i'm sorry lads it's not a story worth telling

#sci speaks

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seacollectsrivers · 2 years

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EPISODE TEN i am worried

"Wherever you go, there you are" hhhh

MARY!! HELL YEAH

Ok wait quick prediction: so stede has let his imagination run a bit wild, fuelled both by his own guilt over how he left/how poor of a husband he was, AND the words of others (esp Badminton). he THINKS he has truly betrayed Mary and she has lead an awful life. Meanwhile Mary has THRIVED. and she's a lesbian.

oooh of course and she has reported him dead!! so she's a widow, and not an abandoned wife.

daughter in breeches!!

She's an artist!!

im just. AURGH. Stede could've lived his best life and left her with hers :(

oh fucking hell im gonna hate this episode. not in a "i hate this episode bad writing >:(" way im just. AAAH i don't want conflict.

i'm gonna strangle stede

is he like. self fulfilling the image he had of them. with the distance between them and stuff. and his kids wholly bored of him.

idk if you can be salty about doug here stede

I LOVE STEDE i do i'm just. very angry at him rn fhjghdkjs

"under the weather" man's HEARTBROKEN

JIM THEY'RE BACK

i love olu SO much

YESS. YESS. I LOVE THEM. GET IT JIM.

Stede is actually impressed! good!

HI HELLO HEAD FULL Mary chooses to go by the Widow Bonnet, there's an air of mystery! it's like a pirate name! but blackbeard doesn't want his name anymore and the Gentleman Pirate never stuck!! he's jealous!!

oh no Ed,,,,,

blanket fort stopppp

is he wearing one of Stede's robes :((

Therapist Lucius is one of my favourite things

if Ed cries i'll shoot Stede

LIFE BEGINS AGAIN but that's what he was gonna do with STEDE i'm EMO

will this be the birth of an even worse blackbeard oh no

i wanna make clear that i think i do understand the choices Stede made here. i'm also. angy. no talky.

GO OFF MARY THANK YOU

KJSDHFDKJH OLU COVERING HIMSELF UP. THE SOCK. DKHFDGK

I love Olu and Jim i love them SO much

Has Ed and Izzy had a lil talk about the whole uh. English Navy thing.

Ed is going like. beyond Stede and into hippie.

uh ohhhh planting some murder seeeeeeds

stop making stories out of your life

oh lord oh no

because like. now it REALLY seems like a whim. he's now seen and accepted by his peers in the upper classes, and now the whole piracy thing is really just! a rich man's little adventure in slumming it!

"he's absolutely lovely :)" -> "charles vane was my friend"

YEAH DUDE YOU HAVE A BIT OF STUFF TO UNPACK. A BIT OF TRAUMA.

Oh Stede :(

AAAAAH IZZY.

with the GLOVED HAND.

AND THE LIGHTHOUSE BEHIND IZZY.

JESUS the names. ok. ok. ok. ok.

oh is Stede drunk. oh no.

i mean this is kinda interesting. Heartbroken Ed is trying to do something wholesome and bring the crew in, heartbroken Stede is being self destructive and bringing his family down.

YOU FORGIVE HER?? okay, now, Stede. Buddy.

UH OH

JDFGJ his point of contention is the METHOD there's the Stede i love

BRO,,,, if they fake his death in a mirror to Blackbeards original plan??????

fuck offff with the flashbacks aaaaaah 😭😭😭

i love them when they're friends aww MARY you ledge

stop it stop it stop it he lets go of his HEART STOP

ED. FOR FUCK'S SAKE. NOT LUCIUS.

Does. Does this count as killing on purpose.

Wait did i not fucking call this earlier in the episode. The birth of a worse Blackbeard. I DID.

another MIRROR absolutely awful.

uh oh izzy…….

oh jesus

Bad new lads: i don't think i can fix Izzy after all.

THE BOOKS stoppppp

Pete. Won't be happy about this. Neither will Fang i can't imagine.

Yeah i can't fix izzy.

oh my god kdhjk "no that was doug! :)" i do love this hahaha

I KNEW IT THEY'RE DOING BLACKBEARDS PLAN. FUCK. RITUAL SUBSTITUTION OR WHATEVER.

the fucking. the leopard is named NED. ED. NEDWARD. i'm DYING here.

Pete :((((

WHERE'S JIM FUCKHEAD.

they cannot be this dumb. god love em.

the cabin's so empty now :(

he's a WORSE goth than when we first met him jesus fucked.

FRENCHIE :(

i cannot believe. he is about to use the Art of Fuckery to execute Blackbeard's corpse plan. on himself. to RETURN to Blackbeard.

he called him Bonnet :(

CANNIBALISM AGAIN

I'M SO EMO NO TALKY

#ofmd #ofmd spoilers #our flag means death spoilers #ofmd bloggin

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People are just quick to make conclusions about songs’ interpretations. An album can be about your relationship without being a whole tribute to your lover. There kinda is a red string for both FL and Walls that is their relationship, simply because it’s one constant for most of their life ? They change as individuals, their environment evolves all the time, but them being together is the one thing that stayed put for the last 10 years. So yeah, a lot of their songs are gonna imply each other somehow, but it doesn’t make it any less about their own self growth. They’re just. Kind of part of each other now. Seeing them as solo artists and individuals doesn’t mean totally erasing their partner’s existence, but singing about your relationship doesn’t mean you’re forgetting yourself either. The catch with Larry is that we have now 11 years of context, so we tend to forget about creative process in songwriting and focus more on timelines and "proofs" and stuff (like the princess park line). Everyone has an agenda to push when it comes to Harry and/or Louis’ songs lol (rads want them broken up so they see walls as a break up album, solo harries live for the pussy anthem push..)

Oh god it's a ramble:

Yepyepyep. But is it really the case that people have made these conclusions? A lot of it just comes down to not taking the time to say things in a nuanced matter on the internet right? Which accounts for... everything. I mean you can read some of my posts and conclude that I'm always making everything about larry at all times. See some others and think she must be fun at parties just trashing cute "larry proofs" or whatever. Like it's about what shit reaches your eyes, and you bet 9/10 times it's going to be that hot topic serotoninboosty pairing of 2 lines in their lyrics stuff that is quick to spread rather than a longwinded breakdown about their individual growth even though lots of us appreciate both, one is just a see-hehe-reblog, the other one is a gotta get myself some tea and biscuits and the right mindset and I might not have that right now but I totally agree(nevermind that there's no room for these kinda things on any platform but on blogs).

But also I have never been this deep in a fandom (or anywhere close even) so I might be full of shit here but to me Harry, and Louis, but especially Harry is in a pretty unique position where his fanbase is divided in so many little sub-groups that have wildly different ideas of him but all are reading deep deep deeply (but some... selectively) into his shit. The only other person I can think of being in a similar position would be Taylor Swift. Like which artist has got this "problem" (I don't think it's a problem, I think there's a reason their fandoms are like this: because these gayvinci bullshit artists thrive in this shit and keep feeding it) really where else is there this much speculation about what their songs are about, that people are trying to decipher what's going on, and land on many many different conclusions. And that a lot of sides of their fandom, even if they draw wildly different conclusions, are able to recognize the same hints, one being for Harry that he is and has been in a longterm relationship, another one being that he's gay, and welp with that some just go UNO REVERSE CARD and somehow end up on another ship but ok. But I do think this kinda... euh.... with lack of a better word conspiracy factor really enables this focus on cracking a code, trying to read between the lines, all that, and sometimes that just overshadows that that whole part of their work is just an added layers and first and foremost they're just.. people. Living their life. Singing about the things they have been through. About the thing they care about. And sometimes that's going to be about their partner, sometimes not. Like. Any artist.

good lad good lad nice little ramble.

#rambling

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