#WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUUU

[z3nitsusgf]

Will, my muse, my cowpoke, my insane cheese-brain detective <33

Will Graham is soft like moss from the backyard. All wide-eyed and toothy, like the refracting image of water on the surface of the lake. He’s country charm at its finest. The very definition of it. He’s real rough and tumble, oh your bluegrass outlaw. Banned from the saloon and kicked from the county jail - he wanders the backwoods alone.

You can just imagine it, the old cowboy in him. Sitting on the porch with his hat tipped down over his eyes, chewing on long dried wheat and humming Jonny Cash. The sun dips down over the west, singing cicadas and buzzing mosquitoes, he’ll lay his head on your shoulder and once in a while, kiss it.

He once told you he likes to help people. That, when he loves them, he wants to make them feel like he’ll always be there to solve it.

He said, “I’ve never seen you cry, I don’t know if you can. I don’t know if I can either.” And in a way, you knew he just wanted to hold you one last time.

You know if you asked sweet enough, if you shared your canteen and offered a palm to his cheek - he’d nuzzle it like a dog and let you clean his wounds till he cried. The glow of fireflies caught in jars.

He’s a spur in your side, a rough kick of a steel toe boot to your heart. But you want it.

You want that life. To live in that small town with winding back roads and train tracks that blare in the night. Barefoot on the stairs, tracing the smooth dark wood of the bannister. Drinking sweet tea on the swinging bench and listening to him talk about his truck.

It’ll roll off his tongue like sap from a tree, “babydoll what’d ya think?”. Thick country accent slurring from his mouth, hands creeping up the valley of your chest, canines peeking through his lip.

To watch him fix his engine with oil stained hands, cap shielding his eyes from the blistering southern sun. August sticking to the back of our throats. Dog days. He’d look sweet as sin, like cold whiskey at the bar.

You’ve always been a dreamer. You’re quite choked with the tenderness you have for him. If you admitted it, it would kill you.

You wonder, faintly, if he’s religious. Would he find God within you? Would you find God in him?

“Oh my sunkissed cowboy, my lover boy, my partner in crime. Let me hold you by your blue jeans, let me curl my fingers round your belt loops and step on your leather boots, let me kiss your honey suckle mouth.”

You see it so clearly. You need him with the utmost certainty.

#will graham x reader #will graham #will I’ll always love youuuuuu #no one can make me hate you will #val.writes ❦

[camcorderrevival]

If I keep you in a box on my table If I keep you in a box If I keep you

[ amy pond || i put the coffin out to sea, lisa marie basile ]

#i love youuuuu girl who is always looking towards the sky..... #i love youuuuuu girl who is never leaving that garden..... #anyways. ''i talk to God but the sky is empty'' #amy pond #doctor who #dw edit

[saessenach]

🙊!!!

🙊 Share your latest silly doodle with no context

hiii so

I'll cheat and give a tiiiny bit of context - this is Shanks showing off his assthe goods while serenading his bride in chapter 1 of @missmungoe 's amazing Salt Vows. She always writes the best weddings AND WITH SUCH A GROOM IT'S NO SURPRISE kdkdks

#ask meme #swordmaid #thank youuuuuu #i love this guy so much you won't believe #and missmungoe always makes me insane over him #this goes under #shanties #my art #shanks #opfanart #op #answered

[sluckythewizard]

BUT IM NOT A WRITER. something strange possessed me to write my first proper fanfic in maybe a decade. be niceys to me but also grill me so i can get stronger. this one is a stupidly self indulgent bit between Soda and Emizel, a day or so after emizel was sired. CW for gore descriptions, but thats about it i think. image below is a snippet of the start. the rest of the whole dang thing will be under the cut. ive never posted fanfic ever in my life. read my tags for secret behind da scenes commentary

"Oh shit… I think hes dead…" It was another night, another patrol, another fight, and another win, for Emizel and Soda.

Under moonlight, under street light, under interwoven wires above, the two stood here in a quiet and damp alleyway. The air was drenched with the smell of a previous rain, and the puddles of said storm remain huddled in corners and pot holes.

One splashed as soda found himself stepping forwards into one. The residual adrenaline of the fight had left his body shaking, his heart still pounding, his wounds still throbbing. They had still won; or more-so, Emizel had won. A particularly nasty blow to the side had Soda reduced to the side lines for most of the fight, left to watch as his newly vampiric comrade had absolutely eviscerated the competition.

Emizel had only been turned a day ago, but it was impossible not to notice how it had changed him. He already acted so goddamn confident, so on top of the world, and this newfound power, newfound speed and strength, only built upon his insane ego.

The Fangs that they encountered here on this night stood no fucking chance. Emizel was too quick, too strong, and he easily chased off the rivals. It was only now, as the final unfortunate opponent had turned to flee, a clean clock in the jaw sent the human tumbling to the ground with a dull thump, and it did not move afterward.

Soda shifts his shoe out of the puddle, the cold seeping into his sock being one of the few things keeping his mind in his body in the moment. Is the guy breathing?

A low laugh bleeds from Emizel as he stretches his arms, licking his sharpened teeth as he stares off in the direction the remaining Fangs went. Soda knew that look on his face, the look of a tiger pondering on its next kill, he knew well that Emizel wanted to chase them.

But the guy on the ground.. It was one punch to the face, and the wicked crack sound that came from it had planted a seeding dread within Sodas chest.

As he steps forward, around the puddle, the resulting sound made Emizels attention click back over to Soda, the snap of his gaze making Soda flinch.

The two lock eyes, and Soda weakly gestures to the limp body on the floor. "The uh.. I think.. Is that guy dead?" He finally asks, having a hard time keeping contact with Emizels intensely red eyes.

Emizel turns his attention to said body, tilting his head as he goes to kick at the thing, turning it over. "Man no way hes dead, I punched him once." He mutters.

"Well, yeah, but his head almost twisted all the way around when you did.." Soda steps up to stand beside Emizel, the two boys standing with their hands in their pockets, down at this unfortunate, limp body.

"Should we hide it?" Soda asks, glancing back over at Emizel, who had.. An odd look on his face. He was clearly pondering something, but Soda could only guess whatever was going on in that brilliant head of his. He knew and trusted that Emizel was smart. If anyone could figure out what to do about this, it would be him.

But the lack of an answer had anxiety chewing at the back of Sodas rib cage, and after a second, he speaks up again, compelled to fill what he perceived as a tense silence. "Like.. I dunno, I've never uh... killed a guy..." He shrugs, prompting Emizel to let out a big sigh.

"He's not dead man, just out fuckin cold." Emizel kneels down next to the body, putting an ear up to its chest, and pondering on that for a moment. An uncertainty twists his expression, as he decides to instead place a hand on the victims throat, checking for a pulse. A moment passes, and seemingly finding nothing, he pulls back.

"Uh... Okay, so he might be dead."

Something about the confirmation from Emizel made a shiver run up Sodas spine. That, or maybe it was just the breeze agitating the cold water in his shoe.

"Huh… Damn.." Was all that Soda could really get to leave his mouth. Which was hardly a splash compared to the torrent that was slowly churning in his head. They just killed a guy. Or, Emizel just killed a guy. And it was so easy. They had to hide the body now, right? That was the usual progression here? Getting caught for murder was way more extreme than getting caught for breaking mailboxes with soda cans. It was so, so disturbingly easy. It really was just one punch. It's not like the Fangs are weak by any means, so just one punch? And this guy is dead? Forever?

Or, perhaps by human means, their rivals were fairly tough. But Emizel was on a whole other level. No mortal could stand up to him now...

"Hey, are you okay?"

The question had pulled Soda back from his head, his gaze flicking back over to Emizel, who was looking up at him with those eerie, piercing red eyes. Soda felt another shiver.

"Uh, ieah man, I'm all good." Soda nods, swallowing down whatever anxiety was bubbling up in his throat.

But Emizel didn't seem satisfied by his answer, standing back up and staring down his human comrade. Soda couldn't meet his eyes, his gaze instead traveling downward, and pausing on Emizels red, cut-up shirt. There was something off about the color, the way it seemed darker in some spots, brighter in others.. Wait, wasn't Emizel wearing a white shirt before all this?

The vampire boy seems to pick up on Sodas expression, following his eyes down to his shirt. "Oh, yeah! While you were on the floor, the knife guy got me a little" He says, a stupidly simple smile on his face. Soda was about to let out a laugh at how unbothered his friend seemed by it, but it gets caught in his throat when Emizel goes to pull his shirt up.

The sound of the bloodied fabric peeling away from skin made Sodas own skin crawl, but that wasn't nearly as bad as the sight of the intense gash running from his collar bone, down to his stomach.

"Oh, fuck dude!" Soda gasps, but Emizel laughs it off. Even despite knowing Emizel well, Soda was still surprised by just how much Emizel could shrug off. "Shit, doesn't that hurt, dude?"

"Oh yeah this fucking hurts!" he says with a laugh, his smile big and toothy and proud as he presents this egregious wound. Swollen and angry, pulsing with a slow heartbeat, and still oozing with thick, dark blood.

The sight of the split flesh, and the glints of bone beneath the dark, dark red all tugged at Sodas gag reflex, and yet he couldn't pull his eyes away. So Emizel's just been walking and talking so normally this whole time with his chest just cleaved wide open? Soda felt just as impressed as he felt horrified.

It wasn't until Emizel reaches down to poke at the abhorrent wound that Soda snaps out of it. Watching his friend press his fingers into the bloodied flesh, and slowly pulling it apart, allowing more ichor to seep from the gash, it was too much to watch at this point.

Soda reaches up to put a hand on Emizels wrist, the vampire boy stopping, and looking up at his friend.

Soda found himself freezing again when he locks eyes with Emizel. He was going to say something now, right? "U-uhm.." Is all he really chokes out, giving Emizels wrist a gentle tug. "D-do you. Uh. I suppose a hospital Isn't a place you can go anymore..?"

Emizel just smirks at that, letting Soda pull his hand away from the wound. "Oh, yeah no, but it's fine. I mean, I don't think it's gonna kill me" He shrugs. It was so, so impressive just how unphased Emizel was by all this. Fuck he's actually so cool.

"Well yeah man but it's like, still a bleeding hole. Like you're soaked in blood dude, I'm pretty sure that even a vampire needs that stuff on like, the inside." Soda rubs the back of his head, still unnerved by the sight of it all. "Vampires have like, super healing, don't they?"

"Oh yeah like, regeneration powers. I know I heal faster sometimes but I dunno how to just, activate it on command.." Emizel hums, his eyes narrowing down at his own injury, as if trying to will it into mending. Soda looks away, unable to watch that vile gash ooze any longer.

"I dunno man, how do they do it in like, video games?" Soda tosses the question out, trying to click together some sort of solution in his own head.

"Uhhh.. Huh, video games.." Emizel repeats to himself, chewing on the thought while idly poking at the laceration; until an idea audibly flickers to life in his head. "Oh, I just gotta refill my blood meter. Or whatever."

"Oooh yeah, blood meter!" Soda perks up, "Of course, see this is why you're the brains, man" Soda smiles, glancing back over to his cool friend, but immediately needing to look away again when the sight of that egregious gash tugs bile back into his throat.

While Soda averts his eyes, Emizels eyes wander back over to the body, and that classic 'Emizel has a bad idea' smile creeps across his face.

"Well, if this guys dead, I'm sure he's not gonna need all that blood.." He grins, kneeling down next to the body again.

The word 'wait' had hardly gotten the chance to crawl from Sodas mouth, before Emizel lifts up the arm of the unfortunate body, pulling the sleeve back, and immediately sinking his teeth into the exposed wrist.

The sound and the sight of blood gushing around Emizels teeth made Soda cringe, his hand impulsively coming up to aide his own wrist. An empathetic phantom pain made his wrist ache, his imagination simulating the feeling of shark teeth cutting into skin, sinking deep into the flesh, and clacking against bone. That was a lot of blood, that was streaming down the arm of this fodder.

A low growl bleeds from Emizel as he adjusts his teeth, cutting into more flesh, opening the wound further, and allowing a pulsing torrent of red to stream down his chin, onto his coat. It was an annoying thing, to clean blood out of clothing. Most of the Demons deemed it easier to just let the stains remain. But the night that Emizels throat was torn open, and liters upon liters were granted freedom from his human form, the unbelievable mess had practically changed half the color of Emizels iconic coat.

That was the first time Soda had ever seen that much blood from one person. And well. This would probably be the second.

The sight was unnerving, but it was impossible to look away. The alley was quiet, save for the distant bustle of a distant city, which made the noisy squish and squelch of teeth gnawing on flesh all the more apparent and nauseating.

Emizel had become a monster for sure, and watching it feed on something was… thrilling, in a way. It reminded Soda of feeding a pet spider, or lizard. A mouse for a snake.

It's a heavy thing to witness, the end of a human life. The fear of death is a primal thing, and Soda was no different from any other living thing. He figured everyone else feared death just as much as he does. Well, maybe except for Emizel, of course.

It made sense. Emizel was such a cocky and noisy kind of guy, but hes always had the power to back it up. Even when he lost, or seemed at his lowest, Soda still saw this sort of fire in him, one that Soda admired.

Of course Emizel would be the one to become something like a vampire. Something that Soda had always figured was just a fantasy creature thing. He wondered; if vampires were real, what else was real? Werewolves? Zombies? Unicorns? Are there real demons? Like from hell? Is hell real? Is he going to hell?

The sudden ttteeeeaaaaarrrr of flesh rips soda from his wandering thoughts. Emizel was tugging his head away from the arm of his kill, his teeth clamped down into the chewed meat, and pulling it apart. Soda had seldom seen so much of the inside of a human arm, and the sight of spilling threads and squirming veins was hardly something he ever wanted to stomach again.

"Oh fuck, dude, hey-" Soda steps forward, raising a hand, but the way Emizel snaps his head back over to him, twisting to an unnatural degree, Soda cant help jolting back.

Reddened teeth glint menacingly in the low light, a threatening growl thundering from its clenched, dripping jaws. Emizels eyes were focused, yet wild, glowing with whatever light they could reflect.

Sodas eyes were wide, and his body was frozen in the thick, electric tension within the air. It was like staring down an angry dog.. Suddenly a light bulb in his head flickers to life. It was kind of like an angry dog, right? One hunched over a meal it didn't want to give up. Memories of old encounters and unfortunate dog bites resurface in Sodas head, and with that experience, and with those lessons learned, he gathers the courage to react.

He shuts his eyes, keeping them closed for a few seconds, as he slowly pulls back his arm, and slowly steps back. It was an eye contact thing, wasn't it? Eye contact makes dogs angry, right? That was how you dealt with an angry dog? As he pulls back, and takes in a breath for composure, he finally dares to peek at the angry vampire before him again.

Its snarling had died down, but its eyes were still trained intently on Soda. After a tense, and agonizingly, slow pause... It blinks back, lowering its head back down to its meal, but keeping its anxious stare on this potential threat.

A relieved sigh falls from soda as the tension finally melts. He didnt realize he was holding in so much of his breath. "O-okay, man.. It's yours, you uh.. Earned it.." Soda mutters, stepping back further, until he was standing in a sufficiently dry enough space to sit down in. Now that he wasn't standing, he was finally taking into mind just how much his hands were shaking.

It's odd. Soda couldn't really describe this feeling thrumming in his chest as something like fear.. Nausea? For sure. Disturbed and rattled? Oh absolutely. This was certainly a sight he would have a hard time scrubbing from his eyelids when he sleeps tonight. But he wasn't scared. The memory of the night that Emizel was sired still coated the inside of his mind like an unwashable film. Even in that moment, when the unnatural teeth from the unnatural maw of an unnatural thing hovered over his throat, he couldn't say with confidence that he was scared.

Emizel really is his best friend in the world. And he knows with his whole heart that Emizel feels the same. He knew and trusted that his best friend would never hurt him. Not too badly at least. He loves Emizel, and would give anything to support him.

Like a mouse to a snake.

This really is an incredible power that his comrade had come across, and Soda especially felt a sort of pride in his friend. He felt it was worth it to help him feed it.

The bile in his throat had made its point, and Soda agreed, that watching someone die, and get torn apart and drained might be too much for him. Despite how much he hated the Fangs, the end of any human life seemed like such a jarring thing. To have such an intense fear finally get confronted. Would he go to hell?

Maybe he couldn't just feed people to his friend. So an alternative could be donated blood, right? Soda wouldn't mind giving up something like blood. His body makes it for free, after all. Maybe some other Demons would agree to give up some blood too. But they shouldn't have to take on such a burden. Soda wouldn't mind being the only one. The only one. The only one.

His hand comes up to rub at his neck, as his imagination conjures up what it might feel like to have teeth sink into his flesh. He's been stabbed before, is that sort of what it would feel like? Would he have to get stitches? He didn't really want to get stitches, so maybe there could be a more effective way to get the blood out of him. And there was so much vital stuff in his neck too. There's' a vein that's safe to cut into somewhere, right? He would have to look that up later.

A STARTLING RINGING;

Splits the moment,

Prompting both Soda and Emizel to jolt in shock,

As the phone in Emizels pocket rings away.

Acting as if nothing abnormal had taken place, Emizel pulls out his phone, and answers it.

"Heyy, Johnny! Yeah we chased em off, I don't think those bastards will be infesting this street again anytime soon. Yeah, ieah we'll be heading back soon. Oh fuck yeah dude, save us some!"

Emizel covers the speaker of his Nokia, turning back to Soda with a big smile on his violently bloodied face. "They got some pizza waiting for us back home, dude!" he whispers out to him.

Soda does his best to crack a smile, and to suppress the look of unease that probably stained his face, as he stares at the literal murder scene that's been splattered about in front of him.

"Oh, yeah, hell yeah man.." He swallows down the bile again. "What kind of uh.. Soda did they get?"

Emizel ponders that, before turning back to the phone to ask Sodas question.

"Sprite and a big pack of that one strawberry mountain dew" Emizel tosses the answer back over to Soda, who gives a nod, and thumbs up.

Mountain dew is so neat, Soda really liked all the wacky flavors those guys come up with. The thought of going home and opening a can of soda was certainly a comfort. After witnessing all this blood and gore and viscera, Soda absolutely needed to get back home and get a nice cold glass of something bright red .

As Sodas mind wanders off to soda, Emizel wraps up the conversation on the phone, before hanging up, and standing up.

The movement had pulled Sodas mind back into the moment, enough for him to timidly voice a concern he's had since the start of this debacle.

"Uh, hey, so.. The body, should we… Uh.." He gestures vaguely to it, and Emizel grants it a nonchalant glance.

"Eh, I can toss it into a dumpster or something, I dunno. I'm sure its fine. I'll handle it."

The vampire boy goes to pick up the corpse, the wound in its mangled arm no longer even dripping with blood, the flesh pale from the absolute absence of red in its veins.

"Go ahead and meet me by that one mailbox, the one with the bullet hole in it." Emizel casually instructs, tossing the drained body over his shoulder. "I'll catch up."

"Uh, yeah, okay.." Soda musters up a nod, and the strength to rise back up to his feet, wincing as that bruise on his side makes itself loudly known again. He still felt anxious, but even despite it all, he knew he could trust Emizel to take care of things. He always does. "Just stay safe man, I'll see you there." Soda assures with a smile, and Emizel matches it, tossing him a wink. And then suddenly- -He's gone! If Soda had blinked he would've missed it, but he was fortunate enough to just barely catch the glimpse of Emizel darting off at an inhuman speed, probably looking for a place to dump the body. Right, he would take care of it. Emizel always makes sure his crew is taken care of. Well... Guess all that's left for Soda is for him to walk back to that meeting spot. He looks around the alley for a moment, taking in the sight of that enormous pool of blood in the middle of the concrete. Or whatever the floor of this alley is made from. He ponders on the present moment a little longer than he meant to, the shock of it all leaving him aimless for just a few, soothing moments of just, decompression. The night is quiet, vast, and cold, but the stresses of just the past 5 hours had left his body radiating with fiery aches and pains, so the chill of the occasional clawing breeze was welcomed. Except for when said breeze agitated the cold water still soaked into his sock. He should step in another puddle on his way back to even it out. The smell of rain still rested heavy in the air, heralding another storm on the horizon. There was that, and then, well, there was also the blood. The stench of it felt far too intense to just ignore it, the metallic miasma making itself maliciously unmistakable. Maybe the impending storm will wash this mess away... He looked forward to putting this unfortunate night behind him. With one last rattled, but deep breath, he stuffs his hands in his pockets, and turns away, strolling back over to the mailbox that Emizel had described.

He couldn't wait to get home and drink some soda with his friends.

#NO TAGS ON THIS ONE BC WELL. IM SHY. IM TAKING A BIG LEAP JUST BY ALLOWING U TO REBLOG THIS. IF IT BREAKS CONTAINMENT THATS UR FAULT. #i unfortunately suffer from the disease of 'i hate everything i write the day after i write it' BUT IM GETTING TREATED #I WILL NOT BE HAUNTED BY THIS WEAKNESS FOREVER. AND HEY LOOK THIS IS THE FIRST ACTUAL FIC BIT IVE EVER FINISHED.. #ITS SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF!! AND BY JOBE I WILL BE PROUD EVEN IF I HATE IT. #i dont always need to be the one who likes my art bc i know Someone out there will always enjoy it. #and to that someone i say: omg thankyou i LOOOOVEE YOUUUUUU!!!!! #JUST DELETED A WHOLE RAMBLE I JUST HAD ABT NERVOUS DISCLAIMERS FOR MY ART BUT I DONT NEED EM!! #GET CONFIDENT GET CONFIDENT GET CONFIDENT. ANYWAY. so emizel and soda huh #THEYRE SO CUTE TOGEEHTERRRR TEEHEHEHEHEEEE they are the homies that kiss eachother goodnight like CMON #but uhh so hey your bestest friend in da world just got turned into a freaky creature thing that eats ppl #ieah yknowthe guy that u care about alot that u had to watch get bled out by another freaky creature thing in an alleyway #yeaaah and you were super hurt and weak and stupid and u couldnt do jack nor shit to help him #what was i talking about again. RIGHT so hes even cooler now bc he cant die n hes super strong n his arms can be knives. sometimes. #but also he can eat people now. and sometimes he cant stop himself from eating people. and thats kinda scary. but in a cool way. #but also in a disturbing way. but also in an interesting way?but also in a freaky way.the feelings ARE MIXED!!!ATLEAST I THINK THEY WOULD B #okay again i havnt listened to the suckening ina bit. so its been a minute since i absorbed their personalities. i could be misreading or #misremembering or misconstruing or mischaracterizing or WHATEVER. i think the confusion carries its intended effect #LOSING MY TRAIN O THOUGHT. anyway i love soda n emizel i hope they get locked in a saw trap together or somethign. for enrichment. #TALOS GRANT ME THE STRENGHT TO POST MY CREATIONS ON LINE!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGHHH!!!!!!!

[virgobingo]

i hc adult gojo and shoko have the same kind of dynamic as wendy and neil from mysterious skin where gojo is gay(or they're not interested in each other romantically) but he kisses her goodbye on the lips and shoko low-key dotes on him— holds him by the chin to get him to look at her and make him promise that he'll stay safe, and he's just like sure whatever but he trusts and respects her opinion soso much

i just think they care for each other a lotttt

#oh if you feel compelled to watch the movie i mentioned - mind the warnings/parental guide it deals w a lot of heavy topics #satoshoko i'll always love youuuuuu #the most important woman in canon gojo's life don't let other ppl lieeeee

[natjennie]

remember when bill looked right at gabriel montoya and said "all the men- and women- merely players".............. bro..................

#im so emotional about that actually #six idiots casual queer characters my beloved #i was gonna say its always ben and jim. but its also frequently larry. and mat. #its all of them honestly #anyway. they didnt have to put a trans person in their shakespeare comedy but they did #gabriel i love youuuuuu. #also ho-tan my bestie ho-tan!!!!!!!!!!!! #god. six idiots trans characters are so good #bill 2015 #bill (2015) #six idiots #the six idiots #can never remember what tag i use

[ssaraexposs]

"HE IS CRAZY, BUT HE'S MINE"

#ok I can share him with Atsushi #obviously #just look at him #he's so precious when he acts like a goddamn sociopath #lovely #very lovely #seriously what's with that face? #chill bro #aku needs to relax #he's always so tense and edgy #good lord I miss him #aku where are youuuuuu #aku come back home #we miss you #aku is loved #bsd #akutagawa ryuunosuke #bsd manga #bungo stray dogs

[smallest-moon]

HELLO? IM UNWELL THABJ YIU GOODBNIGHT

#genshin impact #genshin impact spoilers #fontaine spoilers #lyney story quest #lyney #girl im not okay #cryin in the club yo #cesar deserved so much better #FUCK ITS ALWAYS THE GOOD PEOPLE AAAGGGG #lyney i love you i love you i love youuuuuu

[lumiereandcogsworth]

okay kinda random bc I haven’t seen this season but I saw queen charlotte gifs awhile back and someone was trying to stop the king from being by his wife’s side during child birth (I think ??) and now I’m curious if anyone could’ve stopped Adam in that scenario? I feel like no, absolutely not but 👁️

ooooh my gosh dude okay. okay. OKAY. OKAY!!!!!!!!!!! you have no idea how long, how many Years, i agonized over this topic. AGONIZEDDDD. the constant flipping around between historical accuracy and wanting them to share That Moment and knowing both of their personalities and OH MY GOSSSSHSHDHDJFNEKFJSKDJEKDJDK. alright. let’s get into it.

the fact of the matter is: i have put all 3 of their children’s births into my canon (not Graphically obviously but. the days have been recorded and are on ao3 🫡) so i can explain my thoughts quite thoroughly on how those three magical days went down. i know them quite well!

to answer your question, firstly, (and that scene in queen charlotte IS so good and i love that mini series IMMENSELY) no, there is absolutely nothing that could stop adam from getting to belle. proof of that is right in the movie, with that man doing gymnastic-level LEAPS across the castle roof while being shot at in order to get to his girl!!! so, no absolutely not. he WILL get to belle if needed.

THAT BEING SAID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! adam actually is not present in the room at renée’s birth! there were Reasons i ended up doing this. (and, just to say, i am still REALLY proud of this fic. i had been thinking about that day for years and then it all finally came to me one random night and i am immensely proud of it. plleeeaaassse read it if you find the time 🥹)

anyway, here’s the thing about adam and belle. as MUCH as those two love each other, as MUCH as they always want to be near each other, and invading each other’s space, i really and truly don’t think this particular (albeit, magnificent) event would strike them as something to be shared together. YES, there ARE plenty of recorded points in history when the man, against the status quo, stood by his wife while she had their children. queen victoria is probably the most famous example. and while i DID factor this in, VERY heavily, i just couldn’t shake the feeling that adam and belle wouldn’t be this way. it may seem counterintuitive to some people but listen, they’ve lived in my head for so many years, i just don’t question them much anymore. especially when it’s sort of Against the obvious fluff that i would love to see, ya know?? but here were my thoughts:

i think belle, having lacked a mother-figure and just like, girlhood & womanhood community in general all her life, would sort of Want this day to be a very, well, womanly experience. she only wanted midwives, there wasn’t even a male doctor present (which would have been weird for a queen!!!) and i think she was very intentional about this decision. she’s HAVING A BABY! and she hates that her mother isn’t here to help her through it and i think she’d just really want to take control and make it as special, in this regard, as possible.

(also adam definitely made sure she had the TOP midwives in the country. he vetted them Thoroughly)

and! i really feel like adam would not have particularly Wanted to be present. OBVIOUSLY HE WANTS TO SUPPORT HIS WIFE AND BE THERE FOR HER OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!! but, given HIS upbringing, i don’t think he would actually genuinely REMOTELY want to witness a birth. even if it Was the love of his life, even if it WAS his child. he has so many complicated issues around manhood and fatherhood and i think that would kind of cloud any other ideas.

i don’t even think they truly talked about it, just given the times. it wasn’t like belle ever asked “hey do you want to be there?” because husbands rarely were. and she was already very set (and very excited!) about having this very WOMAN!! experience. and adam equally wouldn’t have inquired, already being so clouded with the Everything about it. (and, i think his worry about her having to go through that would trigger him to want to avoid it, unfortunately, but it IS okay since she wasn’t expecting him to be there anyway!)

SO !!!!!!! finding their reasons so very sound, i made that decision and wrote it that way! but the whole first chapter of the fic is adam being an anxious DISASTER pacing the floor just down the hall from The Room so i mean, there’s still plenty of fatherly nerves in there. and after he goes to meet his precious darling, belle tells him how much she wanted him there the moment she was born!!!!! so like. they DO LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH and very much Wanted to be near each other. just not for the birth itself! which is valid and i stand by this decision <3

the other two births are kind of wild lmao. and don’t ask me why! i just work here!!

juliette was born a MONTH early. she’s perfectly okay !!! but just tiny and very unexpected. so unexpected that adam was LITERALLY NOT HOME‼️ ough. not to spoil the whole opening premise of that fic but yeah adam was in versailles doing king things. and belle would have come with him but she was quite pregnant! and carriage rides were UNCOMFORTABLE! (and their toddler is VERY attached to her mama!!!) so belle stayed home. and let me be clear, adam DID NOT want to leave. he knew they only had a month to go and his worries about belle only increased by the day. but belle, Of Course, was like dont worryyyyy nothings gonna happeeennnnnn!!!! he was only going to be gone a week anyway so. WHAT COULD HAPPEN?🥲

i don’t know WHY belle went into early labor, don’t ASK me that, i just WORK HERE, but she did. it all happened quite suddenly and it was the most scared belle has ever been. both because she thought she was going to lose the baby and because adam wasn’t even home so everything just felt wrong. one of her ladies in waiting wrote adam an urgent letter and some galant postman hopped in his horse-drawn carriage and told them to fly like the wind, bullseye!! to get the letter to versailles. which obviously took multiple hours because uhhh country big and horses small.

so this time, belle gave birth pretty scared and also more distressed because she knew adam 1. Was Not There Waiting For Her and 2. WOULD BE LOSING HIS MIND THE MOMENT HE RECEIVED THAT LETTER AND STARTED BOOKING IT BACK HOME! gosh. it’s just a very very stressful day 😭 that fic is INCREDIBLY dear to me though because it’s mostly them FINALLY reaching peace. adam returns and meets his second baby girl and belle is at peace now that he’s back and that their baby is okay. (though,,, i do think belle has some postpartum depression because of how intense everything was, and how worried she still was about juliette. she was just so tiny!!! but she really did handle being an 18th century premie like a CHAMP. at one point adam says “that’s because she’s strong, like her mother” 🥹🤧 so anywayyyy adam wasn’t there for that one either but for a wildly different reason!!! i do truly think that if he HAD been there when belle went into early labor, she would very much have summoned him because i think for a moment she wondered if she herself was going to make it and wanted him with her. (which of course made her more distressed that she literally couldn’t ask for him! AH!) anyway the 18th century was craaaazyyyy lol let’s move on !

last baby!!! le prince!!! hooray!!! okay HERE you go i finally give you the fluff we so dearly crave. ADAM WAS AT THIS ONE!!!!!!!!! it happened for a couple reasons. mostly, it was unplanned, lmao. even though maurice came on time, not early like juliette, the labor was also pretty quick and sudden.

(i didn’t even SAY this earlier but belle was in labor with renée for like a full night and day before she even TOLD adam. she’s so stubborn. like GIRL? i know Exactly how that entire day goes but i haven’t actually written about it. i should though. but she basically avoids telling adam because they had a small but “important” luncheon with some dukes and nobles and such that day and belle was like “well obviously i can’t Tell Adam because then he’ll cancel the thing he’s been super anxious about!” not for a moment thinking about THE OTHER THING HE’S BEEN SUPER ANXIOUS ABOUT FOR THE PAST NINE MONTHS— anyway. she’s ridiculous. adam really had to hold back his scolding when she finally told him but oooooh boy he was PISSED. OUT OF CONCERN‼️ but anywaaayyyyy)

this last labor started in the evening when adam and belle were winding down for the night. the girls were already tucked into bed. adam’s reading a book on the sofa and belle is milling about with some project. and then all of the sudden it’s like WHOAH HEY HELLO ! ! and she HAD felt some slight pains earlier in the afternoon but being her usual “you’d say you were fine if your arm had fallen off” self, she just kind of ignored it (you’d think she’d have learned? after the first two? but no💖) but suddenly it’s like REAL and CANNOT ignore. so she tells adam and he’s like WHOAH !!!! and then he’s like aaahAAHHHH OKAY— and they Start leaving for the hospital wing.

(oh yeah i think renée was born in like this nice medical room of the castle. part of belle’s whole Plan. but juliette was born in the west wing since all that happened so intensely and they happened to be closer to their chambers than the hospital wing. they just needed a BED at that point.)

so anyway, my gosh, MY TANGENTS!! so ANYWAY, they Try to start heading to the hospital wing but belle’s like uhhhhhh frankly my guy i do not think i can do all those stairs. this is Happening. and adam is like oooh my gosh and gets worried and Knows how scared she was last time so with all that adrenaline and Husbandly Concern he just takes control of the situation!!! and says that okay, she’s going to have the baby here, and he’s going to send for the midwives to come up, and he’s not going to leave her side. so he doesn’t !!! he helps belle to bed and steps out of their room and tells the nearest guard to get the midwife girlies !!! (who come and stay at the castle around the six month mark of each pregnancy, just to be able to do check-ups and such) and then adam pulls a chair to belle’s bedside and sits by her.

and he just. like he’s SO scared but he isn’t the same guy he was when renée was born !! he’s been a father for seven years! a husband for NINE! he’s grown A LOT ! he’s still not super excited to witness this but at this point he is fully just concerned about belle. he helps her as much as he can. he gets a rag to dry her sweat and lets her nearly break his hand from squeezing it so hard. and she definitely, (stubbornly), tells him multiple times that he can GO and she’s FINE but he’s like yeah nice try + i’m here now + deal with it. and she does! and the midwives come soon enough and things Occur and adam gets to witness the birth of his SON‼️ im not sure what time he was born but it’s like just before sunrise. like 4am maybe.

(they were all born at night !! renée is born around 11:15pm and juliette is born in the early evening, maybe like 7pm or so. (adam doesn’t show up until like 10 or 11pm😭))

and boy it is a WILD experience for adam, my gosh. obviously none of it is truly processed in the moment, with all the worries and adrenaline and utter JOY upon seeing their baby. and it’s so !!! exciting because the midwife basically cleans the baby up and puts him in adam’s arms without much thought. so they keep tending to belle with the afterbirth and all that, meanwhile adam is like ‼️‼️‼️‼️ holding his baby boy feeling like nothing is real AT ALL. and he cries (he tears up upon seeing aaallll his babies) and he’s just. gosh. so happy. SO HAPPY. so happy that their baby is okay and so happy that his belle is okay too!!! he soon puts the baby in her arms and he kisses her forehead and they can’t stop smiling. and a bit of time later, the midwives give them some time alone and leave for a bit. adam gets up and circles the bed to climb onto his side, and he just wraps his arms around them 😭

this fic takes place a couple hours after all that chaos. it’s early morning and adam eventually goes to wake the girls so they can meet their little brother!!

the silliest part is, that after ALL THAT! i do think that adam and belle would both agree that adam Should be there. so they talk about that “for next time.” but little do they know, baby reecy was their last little darling 🥹🥰 so that’s the only birth adam was at!! but wow!!! wowie i love this family of mine!!💖

#hey uh thanks for that epic thrill ride #i love to talk about my lore more than anything in the whole world #also take a shot every time i say ‘anyway!’ LMAO #ANYWAY!!!! lol thank you so much as always. THANK YOUUUUUU💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 #alex tag #answered #batb 2017 #batb headcanons #adelle

[shayminsh]

#ILL BE BACK I LOVE YOUUUUUU #(feel free to dm me on discord btw. i may not answer immediately but the option is always tgere) #my user is sheepwalk1985 !! #loz

[camcorderrevival]

we have always lived in the castle, shirley jackson

#merricat wanting the same breakfast they had on the day of the murders and then talking about eating something poisonous i love youuuuuu #we have always lived in the castle

[kquil]

I just wanted to thank you for adding me to your new series, I can't wait to read more !

I truly loved the first chapter, and I can't wait to see what turn you'll choose.

With a story with this good plot and your writing skills... it's going to be amazing !

Thank you again sweetie and I wish you a wonderful day 🩷

Val 🌸

of course, i'm happy to add anyone to the taglist (⸝⸝⸝• ω •⸝⸝⸝) ♡ i'm just so grateful for the love and support the series is already getting even though it's only been the first chapter and it isn't the type of fic i usually post or write about

you have a wonderful day too, my darling! thank you so much for your sweet message and for just being you ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡

#☁︎ : kquil talks #moot : val #you're always such a sweetheart #thank you so much #i love youuuuuu~

[crossbackpoke-check]

I TOTALLY KNOW THE SID STORY ABT THE BIG MACS YOURE TALKING ABOUT AND I ALSO HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I SAW IT??? godspeed in your quest to find this bit of Lore i thought you'd want to know someone else knew what you were thinking about <3

😭😭 it’s me and you against the vast expanses of the internet but i’m so glad someone knows what i’m talking about!!

#💕💕💕💕 #liv in the replies #THANK YOUUUUUU #somebody knows!!! someone understands!!!! the search is not futile!!!!!! #have been sitting here like ‘are you sure you didn’t read this in a fic. is this a fic? is this even real?’ so confirmation is helpful 😭 #for reference i did one time (i say one time this was for like MONTHS) look for an interview house tour of kevin hayes’ house that i thought #existed with nolan in it & dearly beloved. it does not. it was a line in a fic that my brain accepted as a fact i think. i’m so reliable. #but literally??? the way my brain works is an encyclopedia of OH THIS REMINDS ME OF THIS but it’ll be something from like. three years ago #& finding anything is 🫡 it could be something i haven’t thought about in MONTHS & i’ll see a post and go ‘oh that au!! that reference!!!’ #in the same vein: any fic i have ever read is eternally with me & @ fic authors i think of u always. things remind me of ur work that’s love

[mattodore]

3 and 17 for theo and matthias!

3. If they complimented each other, what would they say?

theo is hard-pressed to compliment matthias on anything because he already knows exactly how big matthias's ego is... but he'd compliment how neat matthias dresses once or twice.

matthias would compliment everything about theo. he's got it so bad... he'd compliment how witty theo is the most as well as how soft theo's cheeks are. i think he's also very vocal about how much he likes when theo gets mean. lmao.

17. What senses (sights, smells, feelings, etc). remind them of each other?

theo is reminded of matthias by scent. matthias wears very strong cologne and he sticks to the same base notes that have theo whipping his head up to look for him whenever he smells something similar. theo also thinks of matthias whenever he's distressed or hurt and needs to comfort himself.

matthias is reminded of theo whenever he does anything. he's obsessed. he thinks of theo most often when he's showering, because theo always smells very clean. when he rolls over in the morning and he looks at the empty spot beside him on his bed, the first thing that crosses his mind is theo and how bad he wants to see theo there. bunnies, field mice, and deer make him think of theo too... he calls theo bambi and mała myszko a lot.

#river dipping #asks #void-imp #oc extras #matthias evanoff #theodore doe #a burning house to live in #echthroi #.........................spent another two hours in the sims my bad #LISTEN!!! i like this game! it's really fun to just watch my ocs adopt strays and catch on fire bc they don't clean out the dryer lint #plus side now it's Night Time which is fitting for the tone of the rest of these questions <3 #AAAAND i ended up taking pics of them together while i was playing in henford so <3 look at theo <3 #ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm but irt these questions... i can't stress enough how obsessed matthias is with theo #he's only ever cared about imani before and it's always been familial ykwim? theo's in many ways his first love... #and theo has a lot of similar qualities that draw matthias to him and fascinate him yk so. obsessed. #anyway thank youuuuuu for sending these in olly <3

[loisroo]

For the soft asks: 1, 2, 7, 8, 12, 24, 25, 29, 30

thank you for the asks!!! I really really appreciate you sending me all the numbers!! 🖤

from this post

1. what song makes you feel better?

ahhhh i got the adhd so it’s really hard for me to pick favorites or just one of anything honestly, if I try to categorize anything i get sucked in and will just tell you the pros and cons and why i like it so much— my brain is messy 😂

i also tend to cycle through a lot of music and it’s usually based on my situation or feelings in that moment.

so all that to say I think right now my feel good song is free me by anees

2. what’s your feel-good movie?

goooooo i’ll have to pick two! i love grandma’s boy because it’s so very stupid but it always makes me laugh. and the lady from everybody loves raymond is in it so that was nostalgic for me too. and the other one is the original overboard (i did like the new one too but nothing beats the old one) because goldie hawn was a babe and the character was fantastic!

7. what color brings you peace?

brown!! it’s my favorite color right along with black but I think brown brings me the most peace. it always reminds me of wet earth, loud silence, connectedness and the feeling of dirt in your hands, it makes me feel very content!

8. tag someone who makes you feel good.

@tiffanylamps she’s just so wonderful, she’s always kind and thoughtful whenever i interact with her. she also encourages my writing and lets me scream at her in her inbox about the ten new ideas i have 😂

@evil-moonlight evil my beloved!! 🖤 not only is she absolutely beautiful (i still remember that photo she shared and she was so freaking pretty!!!) but she was also the first person in the beyond evil fandom to really interact with me and make me feel welcome, i always love when i see her in my notifications

12. how are you?

ohhh i will save you all the gory details but i am exhausted. i haven’t been sleeping most nights which makes my days super difficult… and the days i’ve been having range from cancer diagnosis of a loved one to heartbreaking breakdowns via my 8 year old, and then doing all the regular life things in between. but!! not all of it is bad, i do get a break soonish and hopefully a med change

24. what’s something you do to de-stress?

i’ve been trying to read more recently and i set up a little safe space i can go to calm down or get a break. it’s not a lot yet but i’m working towards less stress in my everyday life so hopefully i won’t need to de-stress as often.

25. what’s the best personal gift someone could give you?

playlists are wonderful, anything by hand especially like knitted stuff!! also i love random little ‘made me think of you’ gifts (homemade or not). nothing makes me feel better then knowing someone thought of me or associated something with me and was like… ‘huh, I should get this for her. ‘

29. morning, afternoon, or night?

oh definitely night! nighttime is just more peaceful and things feel less hectic, i also struggle to sleep at night so i spend a lot of my time doing some things for myself then. plus it’s hard for me to motivate in the morning and i really need food and silence before i interact with others. i also have an 8 year old so i don’t have afternoons right now 🤷🏼‍♀️

30. what reminds you of home?

the color brown, the smell of bonfires, when my body feels weightless in water, jigsaw puzzles, the way my partners arms feel wrapped around me, the sound of my child’s laughter, all the dog and cat noises, and the smell of oil and garage.

#ask game #soft asks #THANK YOUUUUUU #I loved doing these I really really appreciate it!!! #you are always welcome in my asks 🖤

[a-town-called-hometown]

i love how EVERYONE in deltarune is an anthy and then there's just susie :) she is 14 she is butch she pronably plays basketball and doesn't know what is going on...

yes the whole world is caught in the inescapable pull of a narrative that denies them agency and treats them like pawns!! except for this one butch lesbian who is Also caught up in the narrative but her attempts to resist it are very cool and may inspire others to truly break free also :)

#ralseis rosebrideness is always on my mind. and also noelles. #susie i love youuuuuu I should reblog my adolescence of utena redraw again #anyway thank you for this ask i love the very niche venn diagram square between utena enjoyers and deltarune enjoyers #our brains are VERY LARGE and our opinions are VERY COOL #asks and answers