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madlittlecriminal · 9 months

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could i request cockwarming w jonathan crane? like maybe he's had a stressful day and you fuck it out of him, but when you're about to pull off he grabs you and just... asks you to stay right there, with him inside of you... 😞 i'm so down bad for him it's not even funny...

Stress Relief ↦ Jonathan Crane × Female!Reader

anon, i get it. trust me, im down bad for him too. i was like 4 or 5 when i saw the first movie (Batman Begins) even though i was 3 when it came out and i could say he was one of my first celebrity crushes. im 21 now & Cillian Murphy is still a celebrity crush, so...yeah...little me had taste lol

y'all, why did i roleplay with one of his bots and they gonna say he had blonde hair- as far as i know, he was never blonde in general (comics, games, animated series/tv shows and/or movies) i was so disappointed.

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, praise, unprotected p in v, cockwarming, there's like no plot at all, i listened to a lot of spicy songs while writing this...IN BOTH ENGLISH & SPANISH

You saw it on his face when he walked into the house; your boyfriend was stressed. You've been together for almost 2 years, so you lived together and you also knew what relieved his stress.

"Jonathan?" He took off his blazer before looking over at you, taking off his vest. You looked down at his tie before pulling it and bringing him towards you. "You need to relax, baby." You pressed your lips onto his and he quickly reciprocated. His hand rested on your cheek, and you got on top of him, taking off tie and unbuttoning his shirt. You took off his shirt and he quickly rested his hands on your hips.

His hands slid from your hips and under your shirt, before taking it off and kissing your neck. You tilt your head to the side, biting your lip as he nibbled on your neck gently, not wanting to mark you; you both agreed it was better when they couldn't be seen. He unclasped your bra, letting it glide down your arms before kissing and sucking on one before doing the same to the other. You let out a small whimper, him humming in pleasure as he heard your little noise.

Your hands went to his belt, undoing it and his hands fixed your flowy skirt so it covered him. He felt your arousal soaking through your panties, so he knew you more than ready for him. You undid his button and his zipper before he stopped you. "Just take it out, darling. I can't wait anymore." His whisper against your chest made you bite your lip, doing as he said. "Hope these aren't your favorites." Before you could say anything, you heard a rip and let out a breathy laugh. "They weren't. Don't worry." He chuckled, sliding into you without a hassle. After nearly 2 years, you didn't really need to adjust to him as much as you did the first few times.

However, you still loved how he filled you up and pleased you like no one else has.

You wrapped an arm around his shoulder as you bounced on him. "Fuck baby," Jonathan moaned, his hands wrap around your hips as he thrusted into you. "Feels so good inside me, Jon." He bit his lip at your words. "Yeah, darling? You take me so good like the good girl you are." You moan at his words, his lips finding yours as he groans, feeling you clench around him. "Just like that, darling. Let me feel how good praises make you feel." He goes back to kissing you as his fingers go to your clit, playing with it as you continue to bounce on him. He breaks the kiss, tearing his glasses off of his face before meeting your lips once more.

Your fingers tangle into his hair, tugging slightly as he fucks you and plays with your clit. Your eyes widened when he adjusted himself quickly, reaching your sensitive spot, making you let out a moan loud enough for all of Gotham to hear. "Are you gonna come, darling?" You nod as best as you could, knowing your voice would betray you. "Come all over my cock, darling." You pull his hair, pulling him closer to you as you came on his cock. He continued, his thrusts getting sloppy before he came inside you.

As you both tried catching your breaths, he pulled you into a weak kiss. After you felt your heart rate begin to go back to normal, you began to pull yourself off of him, but he gripped your hips, making you stop your movements. "Stay," Jonathan's soft yet raspy voice spoke as your eyes met his blue ones. "You feel so warm, darling, I don't want you to move yet."

"Okay," Jonathan fixed himself, the small shift making you whimper at the movement in your sensitive core. "Sorry darling." You giggle as he pulled you closer to him, rubbing your back slowly as you rest your head on his. "That's okay, Jonny. Are you comfortable?" He chuckled. "You have no idea." His lips met yours in another kiss, making you clench around him. He groaned into the kiss, shaking his head. "Not yet, darling. Let me enjoy your warmth." You nodded, brushing some of his hair out of his face. "Did I relieve your stress?" He nodded. "You always do, but we should really just start doing this. It feels fantastic."

"I'll keep that in mind the next time you come home stressed out."

#jonathan crane #jonathan crane x y/n #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane x you #jonathan crane smut #scarecrow #scarecrow x y/n #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow x you #dc universe #asks #ask #anonymous #anon asks #anon ask #anonymous asks #anon

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fryingpan1234567 · 9 months

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DC high school au… mayhaps…..

I’m not sure if anyone’s done this before

But I’m doing it now

So the JL, right. These are famous alumni who made school history and now obvi they’re billionaires and reporters and museum owners but they’re not superheroes— just regular people

Liiike Clark Kent was the best quarterback the school has ever seen

Oliver Queen essentially revolutionized the archery team

Diana Prince convinced the school to start a fencing league

Barry Allen slayed both track and any and all chemistry competitions thrown his way

Arthur Curry… I shouldn’t have to say anything about his swim team career. That’s where he met his wife

Bruce Wayne was one of the smartest people probably ever, especially to grace that building

And so on and so forth

Anyways so these people are famous, and they’re up on the walls and display cases and shit

The staff!! Was so thrilled!! To be getting their children!!!!

(The principal counted down the days on his calendar after the news hit that Brucie adopted his first kid)

So.

Dick and Barbara are seniors. Dick is the cheer captain and Babs WAS on the team until a fun little accident that has her wheelchair-bound. (It’s fine, she discovered she actually likes computers better. She’d hacked the entire security system one day at lunch because she got bored)

Dick is kind of the queen bee of the school, which is hilarious, because he KNOWS but refuses to let it get to his head. This man will start water gun fights in the hallways for fun

Jason and Cass are juniors

Jason is one of the drama club’s absolute best (singing and acting). He played Billy Flynn in Chicago, Prince Charming in Cinderella, Aladdin in… yeah. He slays pretty hard

Cass is on the dance team and regularly misses class for some competition or another. Sometimes, when cheerleaders and the dance team collab on stuff (like assemblies), she actually likes the pompoms. She does not like the skirts.

Tim, Steph, and Duke are sophomores— people are s c a r e d of these three

Tim is known for constantly having a stockpile of energy drinks in his locker; sometimes a few of his friends get access to it. He’s also terrifyingly smart. And he’s got a bike. SOPHOMORE YEAR. TIM WHAT

Steph’s whole entire TikTok presence is lifting/ workout challenges against any poor scrub who tries to go up against her. She can lift the same amount as Jason Todd. That gives her a very confident “don’t fuck with me aura” around school, which is good, because she’s got zero interest in any guy there anyways (bi f pref queen)

And Duke… Duke is the golden boy, so the first time you see him in a sparring match with any of his siblings (they do that for fun at lunch), you’re very shocked to see him holding his own against Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown. He also slays

Damian is the only freshman in his family. Jason and Tim make fun of him endlessly

It is pretty impressive that a freshie organized the biggest fundraiser the school has ever seen— and it was for local animal shelters. Nobody knows how he did it. Probably intimidation. You never know with that kid

Now the superfam. Ohoho, yes, these legends go to that school too

Kara is a junior, Kon is a sophomore, Jon is a freshman. They’re all on the football team (their dad comes to every game🥰)

Did anybody expect a woman or freshman to land on the varsity team the first year either of them tried out? No. But they made it anyways. Good for them

And football is just so different from their day-to-day personalities, sometimes it gives people whiplash

Kara pretty much runs the broadcast and yearbook teams, and she does it along with dominating the football field and gym

Conner looks like he’d deck you for looking at him wrong (I mean he might but like he won’t… probably), and he’s like. He makes good fashion choices. He’s the Bad Boy, which is funny considering his nerdy bf is the one with the motorcycle

Jon is fluffy?? So nice?? Sir who let an actual decent person on the varsity football team?? When someone spots Dami wearing his letterman at some point, they become the most popular couple at school. As freshmen. Slay for them tbh

Donna Troy is a senior. Fencing and beauty pageants is a weird combination. But she knows she’s pretty and she’s gonna make damn sure everybody else knows too

Cassie is a freshie, but she’s already on the fencing team as well and several people have seen her sparring with Damian (wHERE did he get KATANAS), and it looks like a couple of war gods who happen to be fifteen are fighting to the death for a few yards of shitty grass behind the school

Conner Hawke, Artemis Crock, Emiko Queen, Roy Harper, and Mia Dearden are the archery team captains. Yeah, there’s five of them, yeah, the coaches couldn’t pick because the kIDS ARE BETTER THAN THEM

(Ollie laughed so hard he fell out of his chair when they came home and told him that)

Roy is a junior and definitely brings his bow everywhere he shouldn’t. He also “accidentally” shot Jason once. Whenever someone asks about their meetcute they just laugh until the person gets scared and runs away

Conner is a sophomore but a bitter old man in his soul. What a king

Artemis is also a sophomore and everyone thinks she’s Ollie’s favorite because she’s like a mini-him, but Ollie doesn’t actually HAVE a favorite and she finds this claim hilarious

Mia, third sophomore, has a very strange attraction to the color yellow. She LOVES it. And she actually pulls it off, how awesome is she

Emi is a freshman but gets along with Dami pretty well, which isn’t surprising considering their matching deadpan humor and lowkey murderous rage constantly

Jackson Hyde broke Arthur’s record for fastest lap on his fourth try. He spends more time at the ocean than literally anywhere else

Wally West and Bart Allen are technically not related?? They’re like. Cousins. But Barry ended up officially adopting Wally (long story)

Anyways they’re actually cousins with Jesse Quick

The three of them DOMINATE track and field/ cross country/ physics club (yeah you read that last one right don’t even with me)

Wally is a senior and working towards becoming a forensic scientist for the cops. When someone asks why the fuck he wanted to do that to himself, he always jokes, “I’m not fast enough to be a serial killer so I guess I’ll help catch ‘em” and everyone is scared

Bart is a sophomore but should be a freshie, because he’s almost a full year younger, except that he skipped fifth grade and went straight to sixth. Tim and Kon pretend to be his adoptive parents and it’s like a soap opera watching these three act out a dramatic divorce arc

Jesse is a junior (alliteration go brr) but a younger one (summer birthday WOO) she definitely takes after Barry, especially in speed

SO people call their friend groups chaotic. What are you gonna do, go up and fuck with any of them? Bad idea

For fun, these assholes run a fight club after school with betting and rosters and everything, with anyone who signs up. FOR FUN. Once the batkids learned their dad has a black belt in like six different martial arts, it was all over

They say it’s a good workout

They’re probably not wrong, but still

Who the fuck wakes up and chooses violence on all their friends and family all in good fun to make MONEY OFF OF BEATING THEM UP

The most viral videos taken from their school is a push-up contest with all eight batkids, seven competing, Babs filming

Cass won.

LET me know if you want more for this. Because I’m gonna write more. But if you had specific suggestions or characters or scenarios or questions, I would love to write them

Good morning/ night/ 4am!! (PS BACK TO SCHOOL WOO)

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shady-shrub · 6 months

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me. posting about npmd? its more likely than you think.

I LOVE THE COSTUMES!!! been thinking about it. saw someone's else's post and haven't seen anyone else go crazy over it????

let's look at the lords in black!!

1. everyone has fur!!

pokey has it around his colar and cuffs. tinky on his shoulder pads. blinky on his belly! and nibbly on his arms.

now. you may be wondering, what about wiggly?? WELL.

BRO GETS TO JUST. BE 2 IN ONE??? he really decided to be backpack. WHAT A WEIRDO GOOBLY MONSTER.

i dont have a lot of indepth reason for the locations of the fur? mayhaps pokey because that's where puppet strings would go (and he controls people in tgwdlm and yellow jacket). and mayhaps wiggly is different because he's stronger?

IF YOU HAVE BETTER THOUGHTS THAN ME PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO I CAN EAT THEM- i mean agree and have a normal conversation.

anywho.

2. shoes!!

I DO! have things to say separately about shoes ehdheheh.

pokey is SO BLUE!! bro has blue tights that melt into the shoes seemingly. a connection to everything being SIGNULAR. that's a stretch BUT! they look like stereotypical shoes in a theater closet (not blue but the shape). as some one in theater, the shoes are usually uncomfy and pointy NOW. these shoes look comfy but theyre still pointy! i dont know much about shoes but yes.

TINKY!!! BWHAHWBbahah.

bro has work boots? these look like my dad's. LOOK AT THAT UNTIED SHOE LACE!! he does NOT care. love him for it. it does look a lil dirty? thats about it.

BLINKY!!!!!!!!! HOLY. (lauren is insane) LOOK AT THAT HEIGHT!! i hc that its to be tall like his taller brothers (wiggly.) AND LOOK THEYRE SHINY!!! and so are the pants??? YUMMYYY!! and tied so nicely?? bro is popping off

NIBBLY!!

LOOK AT THE!!! HIS HEART STRAPS???? ya know that person that said nibbly is the youngest? YES. LOOK AT THOSE STRAP ONS!! and the pink outlines I LOVE SO MUCH?? same height thing with blinky pshxbfjf it looks so much like a lil kid would wear <3 <3 nibbly my beloved

now. we're back to wiggly.

JON. ARE THOSE YOUR TOESY WOSIES??? everyone else dressed up all nice and wiggly just. didn't. I WILL SAY! black and white socks?? LIKE THE BLACK AND WHITE WEAR THEY RESIDE??? also!!! shiny pants again?? blinky and wiggly are matching what silly gooses!

nah guys let's actually look at his shoes

OKAY THERES A THEME GUYS. wiggly is actually trying to be a human in high school. the backpack, the shoes, the GOSH DARN JACKET??

sorry quick interjection. EVERYONE ON OF THE LORDS IN BLACK LOOK SO GOOD. like people you'd find in school. pokey is obviously theater kid. nibbly a girly girl with skirt but he is also the hungriest guy at lunch. wiggly the popular kid WITH THOSE KICKS. WITH THAT CROWN. blinky looks like a quiet kid. and tinky the weird kid with wacky hair and glasses on his head and pants over his boots and.

OKAY i think im done right now.

side notes:

blinky's sweater looks so comfy!!

BLUE SHIT??? ON HIS FACE??? also gotta love the hat

favorite screenshot of silly guy himself. HIS HAND IS AT A 90 DEGREE ANGLE. LOOK. LOOK. LOOK HIS HAND IS BROKEN.

okay bye

#lords in black #wiggly #tinky #blinky #nibbly #pokey #EHDUDHDHRU #SILLY GUYS #THEYRE SO GOOFY #I LOVE THE THE!!! COSTUME DESIGNS #guys i wanna talk about graces braccelets #GUYS ITS SO COOL!!!#npmd #i love this musical

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abelllia · 2 years

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AU idea I had stewing for a while

[ID: A digital drawing of teenage Gerard Keay, Jonathan Sims, and Agnes Montague running away from an out-of-frame giant spider that is on fire. They all wear uniforms which consist of a white dress shirt, a green tie, a grey sweater vest, a dull green jacket, in Jon and Gerry's case black slacks and in Agnes' case a black above-the-knee skirt with black leggings, white socks, and brown leather shoes. On the top right is grey text that reads "The Kids Are Alright AU" with a smaller piece of text underneath it that reads "aka Highschool AU+Jon, Gerry, Agnes Friendship+They're Leitner Hunters." Gerard Keay is a white boy with mid-length pale blonde hair badly-dyed black, Jonathan Sims is a British-Indian boy with brown skin and dark brown hair, Agnes Montague is a white girl with long red hair./.End ID]

The vibes are Scooby Doo in Highschool except the ghosts they hunt are Leitners and also they're British (so I guess they're in Secondary School.) I just wanted to see them as troublemaking teens who have a penchant for solving mystery and arson. Luckily the mysteries of Jurgen Leitner provide avenues for both. Who is Jurgen Leitner? Why does he have so many fucked up (if true) books? Why are a shit ton of them popping up in and around school campus? That's what this trio want to find out! Feel free to ask questions since this AU is not like, 100% complete or set in stone. Might be fun.

#tma #the Magnus Archives #MagnusPod #Jonathan Sims #Jon Sims #Gerard Keay #Gerry Keay #Agnes Montague #TMA AU #The Kids Are Alright AU #fire #spiders #AbellArts #abellssketches #Gerry Delano #Gerard Delano

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halo-desert-rose · 11 hours

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The cat just appeared. It’s probably nothing malicious, just look at him! Would a face like that murder?

@jonsimsandcats

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[ID:

A traditional drawing of Jonathan Sims from the hip up. There is a grey cat on his shoulders.

Jon has black hair with white streaks, that is tied up in a bun with locks of hair framing his face. He is wearing a white shirt that is tucked into a medium brown skirt, and a muted pink cardigan. He is looking at the cat on his shoulder from the corner of his eyes with a slight smile on his face. He has dark brown eyes. His right hand is brought up so that the cat can sniff his hand. On Jon’s face and hands are small, pock mark scars, and on his right hand is a burn. There is also a scar in the form of a line on this throat. He wears a black ring on his right middle finger.

The cat on his shoulder is grey, with its front two paws on Jon’s right shoulder, and one hind leg on the other shoulder. It is crouching carefully to balance itself, and has a curious look on its face as it sniffs Jon’s hand.

Jon’s cardigan is composed of a layer of pink and another of light brown fine-liner pen ink. His skirt is composed of a layer of light brown and dark brown.

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#jonsimsandcats2024 #tma #the magnus archives #my art #jonathan sims #tma fanart

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daylight-boyy · 5 months

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Our contribution to @samwise1548 's DTIYS challenge! Altered the outfits slightly, also drew in greyscale instead of colour (greyscale...ily greyscale)

Background colour is really patchy because our marker left the mortal coil mid-drawing

Rest in peace Cool Grey Three, you will be sorely missed 😔

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[ID: greyscale traditional art of Jon and Martin from the Magnus archives, using markers and fineliner. They are dancing, hands clasped together. Martin's other hand rests on Jon's shoulder, and Jon leans in close. Jon has shoulder length, grey streaked dark hair pulled into a half bun, and medium-brown skin. He is wearing glasses, and a black, floor length dress with a sheer back and sleeves. The bodice/torso is fitted while the skirt swirls loosely around his legs with the motion of the dancing. The skirt has a floaty, sheer top layer which catches the light. His arms and face are scattered with circular marks, and most of his right hand is covered with pale scarring. He has another thin scar across his throat. Below his skirt, a pair of shoes with block heels are visible. Martin is a tall, fat man with pale skin and curly, light hair, which is turning white at the temples. It is pulled back into a stubby ponytail. He is wearing a grey three-piece suit with a bowtie. The lapel of the jacket is trimmed in black. He wears round glasses and his nails are painted. Both men have stubble - Jon's is starting to grey. Jon also has the beginnings of a moustache. Jon grins up at Martin, who looks down at him adoringly. A green ribbon in Jon's hair and a large marigold pinned to Martin's lapel are only colours in the picture. The background is plain grey with a white circle surrounding the dancing figures. End ID.]

#samwise 1548 DTIYS #the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #art #teaholding

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thesithdiaries · 2 years

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One-Sided Love (part 2) (Criston Cole imagine)

Pairing: Criston Cole x female!reader

Requested: no

Warnings: this is yandere behavior im sorry, pregnancy cause being in westeros means you had to pop out those babies quickly, angst, delusions, spoilers for episode 6, criston being a complete creep, like joe from you creep

Part 1

The past ten years were eventful in the Red Keep. The King now had three children with Alicent Hightower and Princess Rhaenyra and Lord Laenor Velaryon also had three children, of suspicious paternity.

After the wedding feast, Criston became Queen Alicent’s sworn shield and a close companion. That was also the last day he ever heard of Y/N.

She did not return to King’s Landing. The only thing he is aware of is that she often visits Driftmark and Dragonstone, but nothing else. Nobody around him speaks about her, and if they do, they wait until he is not present. King Viserys and Rhaenyra often write to her but he also never read those letters.

His love and fixation for her never faded, it only grew more potent thanks to so much longing on his part. He truly missed her presence and companionship. He always wished that he had done more, and fought for the women he desired the most even after all of those years apart. He spent his nights wondering if the thought of him ever crossed her mind if she had missed him as well.

Criston was guarding the door of Alicent’s bedchamber during the night when he heard noises. His hand immediately reached for his sword.

As the sounds grew closer, it was easier to identify. Children laughing and the soft pitter-patter of their feet. He was more confused, the only young child in the castle at the moment was Rhaenyra’s third son. The following sight almost made him faint.

Three children, all boys. Their hair was dark and all of them had a small streak of silver hair, sort of like a birthmark. They kept smiling while looking down the corridor.

Her. Criston’s blood ran cold at the sight of Y/N. She was still as beautiful as the last day he saw her.

“Mother, hurry. We want to see our cousins,” the older boy rushed causing her to laugh.

Mother? Oh. Oh, gods. Those are her children. Criston could not stop staring. That was when he noticed she was pregnant. Another child?

The smallest one pulls her skirt softly to get her attention. She immediately placed him on her hip. The little boy looked tired as he rubbed his eyes but it was clear he did not want to miss the excitement. The other two walked side by side with their mother.

Criston felt chills through his body as they made their way toward him. My beautiful wife and my boys. It was such a dull day without them but none of that mattered now. Y/N looked precious, the way the boys talked to her made his heart beat faster. All of them looked just as beautiful as her, they shared all of her features. He smiled thinking about the next babe, hoping it looked like him with dark hair and similar “dornish features”. His body started making its way towards her, not being able to contain the happiness he fel-

“Y/N! Wait for me, love!” A man’s voice made him snap out of his fantasy. As he refocused, he saw Jon Arryn, the man he hated the most. “You were right next to me. How did you get here so quickly?”

“Your sons would not stop rushing me,” she tattled while giggling.

“That is not true, father,” the middle child said with a laugh. “We would never.”

They all walked down the corridor, turning in front of Ser Criston to go somewhere else. He wanted to greet Y/N, but his voice failed him. His hopes were slightly crushed. She did not even look at him as she walked by.

That night, the hours moved slowly. The only way Criston spent that time was dreaming about Y/N and the children. If only he had taken her with him to Braavos, those could be his kids. He could've gotten them a beautiful home. Y/N would have stayed with the children while he worked because he wanted to provide for his family and make sure they were taken care of.

Criston was walking towards the small council room when he saw Y/N, this time speaking with a maid. He hid behind a pillar to listen to their conversation.

“Lady Y/N, how wonderful it is to see you again.” The maid gushed excitedly. “I saw your children, they look just like you.”

“Thank you for that,” Y/N laughed softly. “Jon never lets me forget it.”

“What are their names?” Yes, tell her the names.

“Rhaen is the oldest, his tenth nameday is coming soon. Next is Silas, who is six and the little one is Aemmet, who is four.”

“And the babe? Is it nearly time?”

“I believe so. Our maester said I had until the next full moon but I believe it will be before that. The babe is moving too much.”

Criston left after hearing this information. He wanted to scream in frustration. The oldest is almost ten. That means… that means she let Jon put a baby in her right after she left for the Vale all those years ago. She gave him all these kids and now she was waiting for another one.

Criston had been charged with training all the princes. Of course, it was sort of an annoying task but it was better than doing nothing.

Harwin Strong was always there supervising and getting too invested in it. He was painfully obvious, not even bothering to hide the affection for his bastards.

It was not a normal day. Y/N’s sons decided to join. They had a close bond with Harwin, Jace, and Luke and wanted to be with them. They were courteous toward Aegon and Aemond but did not bother to include them in their play or conversations.

Criston was nervous and decided to let the boys do what they wanted. He did not know how to treat Y/N’s sons. He feared that if he pushed them around or trained them too harshly, she would be mad.

Since Aemmet was the smallest, he could not participate. From what Criston heard, he was offered to stay with his parents but refused, saying he wanted to spend time with his cousins.

“Momma!” The little boy exclaimed, running towards her, Harwin following close behind.

Oh, gods. She looks beautiful.

“Hello, my love,” she greeted him. The boy hugged her legs as she ruffled his hair. “I hope this one is behaving,” she told Harwin.

“He's a good lad, no trouble at all,” Harwin promised her.

Criston felt jealousy as he watched them talking quietly amongst themselves. That should be him talking to her, not some brute with no manners. The hate he had for Harwin grew bigger by the second.

The time seemed like it was not moving for him. The children were having a nice time, although Aegon and Aemond were not with the others. A whimper was heard throughout the yard, making everyone stop.

Y/N eyes were squeezed shut as she held onto Harwin for support. Her other hand pressed tightly on a side of her stomach. Criston wanted to sprint towards her, to ask her what was wrong and how he could help. Unfortunately, he could not do that.

“Mother, are you alright? Should I go find father? Is it time?” Rhaen asked her as fear crossed his face.

Y/N let out a breath, shaking her head. “No, there's no need to call him.” She motioned them to come closer, “the babe is moving.”

“Really?” Silas gasped, almost running toward his mother. Y/N placed his small hand on her stomach and smiled at his expression. “It is true!”

Rhaen felt glad that it was just a scare. He remembered being very attentive to her during the other pregnancies. Aemmet shyly lifted his hand to touch as well, he giggled at the strange feeling. Aegon and Aemond stared in curiosity from afar. “Come here, boys. You can feel as well,” she encouraged them. Harwin looked at her in awe, remembering when he felt his own sons kicking.

Our babe is moving. Y/N is so wonderful. She is carrying the product of our love. I cannot wait to mee-

Criston shook his head at those thoughts. All the boys were talking amongst themselves, sharing stories about their own mothers when they were with child. Harwin escorted Y/N back inside the castle, probably to her bedchamber. The children follow close behind, leaving Criston by himself.

Cristin wanted to speak with her. They had not crossed paths alone and he was dying to explain why he did what he did during the wedding feast.

After finishing his duties with the queen, Harwin went to his assigned chambers and removed his armor. He needed to be quiet as he did not want to draw attract any unnecessary attention to himself.

Y/N was staying in her old bedchamber, the same one she had ten years ago. In reality, nobody slept there during that time. Criston was glad for that, he did not need anything disturbing it.

The feeling of sadness and emptiness was still asphyxiating him almost six months later. Criston sat in her bed when he was not on duty, letting his mind wander to a fantasy world he had created. The bedding had been washed, and the smell of her was gone. He often laid on the bed, imagining she was next to him after being apart all day.

Criston walked down the corridor, clearly on a mission. The castle was empty as it was so late in the night. He heard voices not so far from him as he approached the bedchamber, making him stop in his tracks.

“Come on, boys. Time for bed,” Jon Arryn called, making the children groan.

“It is still early,” Silas begged. “We are not even tired.”

“Your little brother fell asleep at the dinner table,” Y/N reminded him as she carried Aemmet.

The family entered a bedchamber at the end of the corridor. Criston hid in the shadows, waiting. It took some time for Jon and Y/N to walk out again, holding hands. They had smiles on their faces, happiness oozing through their veins.

Criston waited more since he was in no rush. Good things happened to those who wait.

When he felt it was appropriate, he approached the door to their bedchambers. His hand was on the handle but a noise made him freeze. It sounded like… a moan.

He did not know what to do or how to feel. Listening to the woman he loved while she felt pleasure was one thing, but another man, not him, was pleasuring her. Criston had imagined the noises she made and he was not disappointed. However, the anger and jealousy at that moment were greater than any fantasy.

He stood there, motionless, waiting for them to stop. When there were no more noises, he quietly opened the door.

They were sleeping.

The chamber was quiet and peaceful. Y/N and Jon lay on their bed. He was shirtless but she had put on her shift, which did not cover much of her skin. As Criston got closer, he could see the outline of her breasts through it. He took a deep breath to stay focused.

He stood there, at the foot of the bed, staring. The dagger he had on his hip was burning him. Criston could end this now, kill Jon Arryn in his sleep and take Y/N away to the Free Cities. Nobody would go and try to find them.

Y/N had betrayed him so long ago, by choosing Jon Arryn over him. As if that was not enough, Rhaenyra betrayed him as well. He was alone, the only people he spoke to were the queen and her children. Since he sided with her, nobody cared about him. He knew Y/N felt the same, he knew she supported the princess above all else, and seeing him with the opposing side hurt.

Criston heard the sound of the door opening. He quickly moved to hide behind a wall, peeking around to see that Aemmet was the one that walked in. He was dragging a small quilt and had a frown on his face. He rushed to the bed but stopped, looking right at where Criston was hiding. He stared for a few seconds but saw nothing.

The little boy move to his father's side and tapped his arm softly. Jon Arryn stirred and slowly tried to open his eyes. “Aemmet? Are you alright?” He whispered.

“Scared,” Aemmet confessed. Jon pulled him up on the bed. The boy settled between his parents, Y/N had slightly woken up at the movement. Subconsciously, her body reached for her son’s, placing her arm around him. She quickly fell asleep again. “Father?” He quietly called for him. “I saw a shadow…”

Jon hummed. “It was probably your imagination playing tricks. We are safe here.” He reassured him. Aemmet was not entirely convinced but decided to not push it, especially at this late hour.

Criston stood there watching them sleep, plotting his plan. Y/N was his and he would have to do whatever it takes for her to be with him.

Part 3

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bellysoupset · 16 days

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I cannot find the ask who requested for sick Wendy + Bella caretaker, so maybe it never existed at all.... Anyway, have some pure sick bromance between my girls.

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"You think I should cut it?" Bella frowned at her reflection, glaring at her hair. She was standing inside of the changing room of the store, in just a swimsuit, so Wendy could help her pack for honeymoon.

"Your beautiful lion mane?" Wendy scoffed, curling up on the puff she was sitting on and absently minded going through the rack of reject bikinis standing next to her, "are you crazy?"

"Sometimes I feel like it stands out more than I do," Bella pouted, hands on her waist and then sighed, tugging on the swimsuit, "so what do you think?"

"I liked the blue one more," Wendy studied her from head to toe, "but I also think you're going to give Luke a stroke."

Bella opened a big, smug smile, looking over her shoulder to stare at her ass in the mirror, "good, then I'm taking it as well," she walked over to the private part of the changing rooms in order to get back in her clothes, "so how's the extra class you were gonna start taking coming along?"

"Which one of them?" Wendy asked, getting up and checking the price tag of a cute little pink bikini with a matching skirt.

"How many classes are you taking!?" Bella opened the curtain of her changing part, unbothered by the fact she was just in her bra and panties, "aren't you also doing the neurology residency!?"

"Well, you see, I have a lot of free time," Wendy shrugged, "and a lot of energy."

"You should join my boxing class then," Bella zipped up her black leather pants, "Jonah's there and I'm kicking his ass."

"No, you're not," Wendy giggled at the transparent lie, "no coach would ever match you up with Jonah, Bell, he's huge."

"Please," Bella rolled her eyes, putting on her band t-shirt and grabbing her purse as well as the picked swimsuits and bikinis, "I could kick his ass, I know I could," she walked over to Wendy and grabbed the smaller woman by her shoulders, "come up for a class."

"I'll think about it," Wendy wrinkled her nose in distaste. A gym wasn't exactly her idea of fun. Sure, she did hot yoga, but there was none of the loud upbeat music and shouting at each other to do more and better.

"So what else are you studying then, Tink?" Bella walked to the cashier part. Wendy handed her the piece she was planning to buy for herself when her friend flashed Luke's black card before her eyes with raised eyebrows, wordlessly putting it on his tab and Bell didn't comment besides snorting at it.

"Interior Design classes every Monday and Thursdays, yoga every Saturday morning, fashion drawing every Tuesday night... I wanted to try ballroom dancing, but my partner is in freaking Doveport and Jon said he already knows and it would be no fun."

Bella wrinkled her nose and shook her head when Wendy opened her mouth as if to ask her, "absolutely not."

"Boo," Wendy sighed, "I think we should take some class together, it'd be cool. Babs is in my hot yoga class and it's a lot of fun."

"Sure," Bella picked up the bags and they started to walk out of the door, "but not ballroom dancing, thank you. I'm actually participating in a coding challenge right now and-"

"A coding challenge," Wendy raised her eyebrows, "what's that?" They walked the short distance between the store and Wen's apartment building.

"Basically I have to try and design a mockup app with the monthly theme," Bella explained and Wendy frowned at that.

"I thought that was your job...?"

"No," Bell followed her inside the elevator, "I'm a backend developer, a frontend does the design and thinks the interface, I do the math that makes it work. But I like UI design, so that's why-"

"God, you're so nerdy," Wendy grumbled, resting against the metal and grimacing slightly as the movement made her stomach lurch, "I can't believe you didn't get shoved into lockers when you were younger, Bell."

The ginger rolled her eyes, "that's because I was always hot," she showed the other woman her tongue like a five year old, running a hand through her curls and then frowning, noticing Wendy's face had lost its usual pink tone.

Bella opted for not saying anything and they kept chatting, walking into Wendy's apartment. However, the longer they talked, the more Bell realized she was the one doing most of the talking, Wendy getting quieter and quieter.

"Wen," Bella pouted, after spending a good thirty minutes talking basically on her own, "do you want me to go? I don't need to spend the night if you're tired-"

"No!" Wendy exclaimed, shaking her head and moving on her spot on the couch, "sorry, no, I don't want you to leave. We planned you'd spend the night, I was looking forward to that, it's just-"

"It's just?" Bell leaned in, confused and Wendy grimaced, moving again as if she couldn't find a comfortable position, "what's wrong, Wen?"

"My stomach is bothering me," Wendy's cheeks turned a deep shade of red, "I don't know what's wrong, I know I didn't eat anything off, but it's all gurgly and kinda crampy."

"Oh," Bella raised her eyebrows, "do you think it could be hunger?"

Wendy shook her head, "no, definitely not hunger, I feel a little queasy..." she pouted, hugging her knees, "I'm sorry, its just my stomach- I- It's a bit of a sore topic."

"Your belly?" Bella frowned, more confused than before, "you feeling sick to your stomach is a sore topic?"

Wendy nodded, pouting and resting her cheek to her knee, "yeah..."

"Why?" Bella crawled on the couch, moving closer, "because you're chubby? That's silly, babe-"

"No," Wen scoffed, before pausing, "I mean, sorta? I used to have issues with my weight back when I was a teen, which led to becoming bulimic and, well, I don't have an eating disorder anymore, but every time I feel like I'm gonna barf, it makes me feel disgusting-"

"Okay," Bella raised a hand to interrupt her, "your order of priorities is a little skewered, Wen. You should've started by telling me you think you're going to puke..." she opened a small, amused smile, "let's go sit in the bathroom, c'mon."

"No," Wendy curled up more, "I'm fine, it's gonna pass- You're not gonna say anything about..?" she raised a judgmental eyebrow and Bell shrugged, standing up from the couch.

"I don't have anything to say," she said in a nonchalant manner, "I'm happy you don't do it anymore...?"

Wendy let out a snort, noticing how uncomfortable Bella seemed being in the emotional caretaker role. She rolled her eyes, "okay, Bells," but the humor quickly vanished, as her lunch flipped yet again. Wendy let out a sigh, curling up in a smaller ball, "I feel gross."

"You're not," Bella patted her head, "c'mon, let's go sit in the bathroom before you ruin your pretty rug."

Wendy didn't have the heart to tell Bell that sitting in the bathroom waiting to throw up really made her feel more awful, not less. She fidget uncomfortably as Bella rummaged through her cabinet drawers until she found a good claw clip to pull Wen's hair back.

Then she sat down as well on the cold ground and planted a hand on Wendy's back, "you feel a little warm, Wen."

"Isn't that just grand," Wendy groaned, leaning forward and staring at the still water of the toilet. She pushed away, fanning herself, "can you go sit in the living room? I don't want you to see me like this..."

"Nope," Bella popped the P at the end of the word, pulling Wendy to lie against her, "sucks for you, but I'm not going anywhere. Come here- Come here-" Bell pulled her closer, draped across her lap and planted a hand on Wendy's unsettled tummy, "I do this for Luke all the time and it helps."

"That's because your husband is an overgrown puppy, I'm not," Wendy groaned, but she couldn't help but melt at the soft touch. Even if her whole face was aflame, Bella was being really delicate, moving her fingers to the sorest spots as if she already knew them by memory.

The ginger slid down slightly, muffling a yawn and pressing the heel of her hand to Wendy's tummy. The pale skin was pushing out, bloated, and every time Bell pressed it she could feel a string of gurgles under her fingers, traveling up-

"Oh, you silly idiot," Bella scoffed, flicking at Wendy's ear, "the belly rub doesn't help if you don't burp. That's the entire point of it!"

"You're killing me," Wendy groaned, pressing her face to Bell's leg and hiding the angry blushing overtaking her cheeks. Bella snorted at that, continuing the rub.

"I'm trying to help," she whispered, "tell me know if I'm making it worse."

"Not worse," Wendy squirmed, then a burp rushed up before she could muffle it and she let out a whine at the loud noise, covering her face, "oh God- I'm sorry-"

"You're so silly," Bella chuckled, "that's nothing, Wen.”

Wendy cringed, pressing her face further to Bella’s thigh and continuing to burp, trying to muffle them. The burps, that at first were making her feel better, got progressively wetter, until one brought her lunch with it and Wendy scrambled up, slapping a hand over her lips and rushing for the toilet.

She didn’t vomit, it went back down, but left her feeling shaky, nausea causing cold sweat to break on her forehead and over her upper lip, flooding her mouth with a horrible taste.

“Wen,” Bell planted a hand in the middle of her back, “what do you need? What’s wrong?”

Wendy groaned, lifting herself slightly so she could press her sick stomach against the porcelain and resting her forehead on her hand, elbow on the seat, “can’t puke… Wanna puke, I feel-” she spat again, the act of speaking causing more saliva to come up, “feel sick…”

“Okay,” Bells continued to rub her back, short nails making a scratching motion, “do you think drinking something might help it come up?”

She felt so horrid, talking about vomiting like that. Wendy nodded, before letting out a groan, almost a sob. Not quite crying, but close. At least this time it wasn’t her fault she was sick, silver linings.

“Babe,” Bella sighed, returning from the bathroom sink with a glass of water, “hey, you’re okay, it’s just a stomach bug. Happens to everyone…”

Wendy took the glass with shaky, sweaty fingers and forced herself to gulp it down. The first sip was actually good, pushing back the horrible taste and the stickiness in her mouth, only for the throat to seemingly close up, tongue curling with disgust, making it incredibly hard for the to swallow more-

“Fuck,” Wendy haphazardly shoved the glass in Bella’s general direction, not even sure if she took it or not before letting go and her whole back arching with a violent heave. Nothing came up, but it set off a chain reaction, her belly squeezing before she could catch her breath and another two gags, until a wet burp brought up a huge gush of half digested french fries and a milkshake.

The sheer volume made her feel like she was drowning and Wendy coughed, hacking again and letting out a string of moans as even more puke rushed up, splashing on her fingers, and making her head swim with the lack of oxygen.

“I got you, I got you,” Bella said softly, cupping her forehead and flushing the toilet, helping Wendy lean over it, “get it up, Tink, you’ll feel better soon.”

“Urgh,” Wendy spat in the now clear swirling water, struggling to breathe. Her nose was stinging and it felt blocked, she felt cold all over… “Can I have more- More wa-” she never did finish that sentence, her stomach contracting violently and more puke rushed up, this time actually choking her.

Wendy folded almost completely with a coughing fit, feeling Bell thump her back and force her to straighten up in order to clear her airways, “big breaths, babe,” Bella tipped her chin back, forcing Wendy to look up, and some clear air to make it through.

The smaller girl groaned as oxygen came back, her spine giving up on her and she fell back, only for Bella to grab her by the wrists and stop her from swan diving and hitting her head against the porcelain.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck — Hey, Wen? You with me?”

“Uhm,” Wendy closed her eyes, dizzy and nauseous, still gulping for air. She leaned to the left, her cheek meeting something soft, so Wen let her weight drop against it, “feel…” a little burp interrupted her, “really shitty.”

She heard Bella let out a relieved sigh at her being responsive, then the ginger’s hands on her face, something wet wiping her lips and chin. Wendy frowned, a new wave of humiliation washing over her, “don’t do that…”

“Shush it,” Bell scoffed, pulling her to lie against her, “you’re done? Surely you must be empty…”

“Don’t know…” Wen mumbled, planting a hand to her tummy. Bella had pushed up her top and it was still up, which made Wendy feel even worse. She must be a sight. Under her hand, there was a string of bubbles and gurgles, rushing up and causing her to let out a little sickly burp, “don’t feel done.”

“There ain’t no way,” Bella scoffed, but there was an amused tone to her words, “well, okay, do you want to just wait it out here or-”

Wendy forced her eyes open, feeling more than a little dizzy. It took her a second to realize she was pressed against Bella’s side, her cheek against her friend’s boob, causing her whole face to turn pink with embarrassment. She pulled back, then leaned forward over the toilet once more and shoved a finger inside her mouth, only for Bella to yank at her hand.

“No, absolutely not,” Bella’s voice was harsh now, none of the previous lighthearted air, “you’re not doing that.”

“I don’t feel good…” Wendy whined, spitting in the water, “I want it out…”

“I don’t care, you’re not doing that,” Bella scoffed, then in a calmer tone she said, “let me rub your tummy, okay? Maybe it’ll help.”

“No, Bell, I-” Wendy heaved, a mouthful of watery vomit falling in the water and leaving her panting, “I need to puke, my stomach feels sour and like it’s burning…”

“Alright,” Bella had a practical tone that caused Wendy to groan, like she was a little engineering problem for her friend to solve. The ginger got behind her, pushing the glass of water back to Wendy, “big gulps.”

“Not- Not gonna-”

“Big gulps,” Bella repeated, voice firm, “c’mon, Wendy.”

Wendy sighed, blowing out another airy burp and then forcing herself to drink the rest of the water. It landed in her stomach like acid, causing more of the burning sensation that tickled her throat and Wendy groaned, leaning more-

Bella touched her belly, her fingers no longer that soft, pressing the heel of her hand to Wendy’s bloated upper stomach, right where it rounded out of her rib cage. The pressure caused a gurgly burp to come up and Wen moaned, squeezing the toilet seat with both hands, as Bell continued to literally squeeze her tummy.

She couldn’t breathe properly, making a slightly wheezy sound, and then her stomach contracted once more, sharply, and Wendy moaned her way as another gush exploded out of her mouth. This time it was mostly sour, salty water, but the first gush opened the gates for the rest and she continued to gag, puking little mouthfuls of chunkier stuff, until she finally let out a deafening heave, whole back curling as her stomach forced up the last of it.

Wendy groaned, her knees giving in and she felt Bella wrap her up with an arm, flushing the toilet, “there you go,” the ginger pressed a kiss to the top of her head and Wendy would have started crying, if she wasn’t half convinced she already was.

She whimpered, pushing her face against Bella’s stomach and falling into an awkward position across the woman’s lap. Bell seemed unbothered, combing her fingers through Wendy’s hair, then moving her hand to her tummy.

“How are you feeling?”

“Pathetic, disgusting, horrible-”

Bella glared at her, “that’s all bull,” she said sharply, “I wanna know how’s your belly.”

“Ah… Better. Not settled,” Wendy sighed, curling up her knees, “I think it’s the flu.”

“I think it’s the flu too,” Bell agreed, “you’re really warm. Think you can stand up? You need to get out of these clothes and into bed.”

“Not now,” Wendy mumbled, squeezing her eyes shut when shaking her head no caused the bathroom to blur, “I’m sorry you had to-”

“Madre de Dio, Wendy!” Bella cried out, “babe, you didn’t gross me out or whatever, just stop fucking apologize. It’s fine, you got sick, that happens.”

Wendy let out a whine, forcing her eyes open, all feverish and emotional and wanting to die, “you don’t think I’m gross? I mean, I-”

“Wendy,” Bella grabbed her cheeks, forcing their eyes to meet, “what world do you live in where we’re running beauty contests on the bathroom floor?”

The phrase caused Wendy to let out a chuckle, pulling back and forcing herself to sit up. She wiped at her forehead, desperately wanting out of her the clothes that were sticking to her, “I guess.”

“You guess,” Bella repeated, dryly and rolling her eyes, “that’s a ten for Wendy Marshall for puking her guts up with class and elegance, minor sobbing and almost no mess.”

Wendy’s cheeks caught on fire and she glared at her friend, “shut up, Bella.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Bell scoffed, getting up and extending her hand to help her up, “c’mon, let's get you in a shower and then in bed.”

#sickfic #stomach flu #emeto #emetophilia #belly rubs #wendy marshall #mywriting

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pandorem · 2 years

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Looking at beautiful fanart that tracks Jon’s ever growing multitude of scars and trauma over the seasons hurts my heart in the best way but ones where he also starts wearing more and more gnc outfits and his hair gets longer over their seasonal design changes is very healing as well. Like I love all GNC Jon Sims designs and headcanons, ones where he was braiding his long hair and wearing skirts in season one are so valid but. The idea of Jon being insecure about it at first or trying to look “professional” or whatever but deciding as the traumas pile up that fuck, life sucks right now, so he might as well wear what he wants? It softens the blow a little to me at least. He’s collecting scars but also collecting soft skirts to wear and I love him.

#tma #the magnus pod #the magnus archives #tma jon #jon sims

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jade-masquerade · 3 months

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I’d love to hear more about The Picture Bride for the WIP tag game

Thank you for asking! This one is a post-WWI AU based on the premise of how matchmakers would sometimes arrange for women to emigrate to the U.S. to marry men who were seeking wives particularly from their own home countries. Oftentimes they would have shared only brief correspondences with one another before meeting and sometimes they would marry immediately upon their arrival at their destination, and in some cases they would have no more information about their proposed spouse except for a picture, hence the title. (Now that I describe it this way this seems much more of a century ago version of a 90-Day Fiance than I realized lol)

So Sansa has such an arrangement with Harry, set up by Petyr, to come to the U.S. after the Starks and Robb were lost during the war and their estate is running out of money and she is still responsible for supporting Bran and Rickon, but she happens to meet Jon on her journey instead.

Here is a snippet:

He caught her eye from across the way—dark hair, dark eyes, a kind of melancholy that made her wonder. He couldn’t have looked less like Harry Hardyng, if she told the truth. He reminded her of Waymar Royce, the son of one of her father’s friends who had visited their estate when Sansa had hardly been more than a girl, but yet she’d still fancied him.

“Go talk to him,” Margaery hissed, following her line of sight.

She had always dreamed of marrying someone like Waymar Royce, but then the war had come and he had left along with the rest of the boys and never come back, Robb also one of them. Except he was very much alive, evidenced by the way he threw back his head and laughed at the whisperings of one of his friends, the action in stark contrast to his broodiness.

“You have the rest of your life to be a married woman,” Margaery cajoled. Her brother Loras had left for the States a few years past, and he had arranged a marriage for her to one of the friends he’d made there, a Mr. Renly Baratheon.

“All right.” She stood up and brushed off her skirts.

#asks

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riddled-fingers · 1 year

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please

a date outfit for both of them i will be giving you description of each from one of my favorite fluff fanfiction >:[

“Martin was wearing an off-white turtleneck sweater, loose light brown pants and a moss green cardigan with cross-stitched flowers, mushrooms and little grass details on it. He wore a gold necklace with a simplistic rose as well as a pair of hoop earrings with flowers covering them.”

“Jon himself had also tried to get dressed up, wearing a black turtleneck, a long black skirt and having a mostly decorative chain hanging from his glasses, Jon started feeling under-dressed to something he had planned.”

you do not have to do this at all if you don’t want to!!

if you don’t because i need to pay you money i will

THEY LOOK SO CUTE 😭😭😭

drop the fic link RIGHT NOW i need it for. research

#my art #jmart #ask #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #the magnus archives #tma

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pocketsizedquasar · 2 years

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very belated birthday gift for my lovely lovely partner @coulson-is-an-avenger 💖💖💖 i love u very much 💖

a scene from their delightful ghost martin fic “identical words against different time frames” which you absolutely Must Read. right now. go read it. immediately

also happy pride have some queer trans joy

(ID: A digital drawing of Jon and Martin from the magnus archives. Martin is picking up Jon in a spinning hug, with their faces pressed against each other. They are both laughing/crying with joy. They are in front of a small round table with a flower vase on it, tucked into a window corner. All around both of them is written the name “martin” over and over again in various styles, with different underlines and boxes and emphasis on the word.

Jon is a thin Persian person with medium brown skin and long, curly graying dark hair. They have a beard, glasses, and scars dotting their skin. He is wearing a long, sheer floral yellow skirt, heeled ankle boots, a dark blue tank top, an ace ring on his right hand,and a nazar necklace. They are clutching their cane against Martin‘a back. Martin is a fat Black and filipino man with dark freckled skin and thick dark hair in cornrows, pulled into a bun. He has glasses and vitiligo dotting his face and hands. He is wearing a turquoise argyle patterned sweater and dark jeans.)

#tma #the magnus archives #jon sims #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #jmart #tma fanart #magnuspod #magpod #rusty quill #rqdescribed #art #my art

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dramatic-squirrel · 1 year

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Daminette December Day 12- Feather

@maribat-calendar-events

It was too late for Damian to dodge the sword that was bearing down on his temple. Normally he wouldn’t have been caught off guard but, he felt like the circumstances exonerated him of his lapse in judgment. The mission was a simple reconnaissance job, see what the situation was like in Paris then reported back his findings to the Justice League. And it would have been simple, if his father and Grayson and Jon hadn’t instill this stupid sense of heroic duty into his instinctual response.

If he hadn’t seen that child in danger he never would have run out to protect the child and find himself caught up in the middle of the Parisian’s fight against what he believed was called an akuma. The mistake that got him into trouble however was the lack of knowledge about the opponent. He was not expecting for multiple arms to suddenly grow out of the akuma, nor was he expecting swords to come with those arms. Just as he braced himself for the blow, hoping it wouldn’t be a deep wound, a feather flew past his face, and down from the sky, a blue and green clad figure landed on the akuma.

It was another super, hero or villain Damian wasn’t sure yet. The new individual wore an teal, asymmetrical skirt, that back of which turned into what looked like tail figures. Up top she wore a tailcoat jacket in dark blue, and a high neck shirt in dark green. Her dark hair was done up in a complicated braided updo and lastly, her face was covered by a feathered mask. Damian was baffled with how this miraculous user could fight in an outfit like that.

While he was taking stock of the situation, the green and blue hero turned to him. “Monsieur, you should run now. Find somewhere safe to hide until this is over.” Her concern for him as a citizen confirmed his suspicions, she was definitely a hero. Not waiting any longer he left, and tried to find a spot to observe from. In his head, he ran through the list of super powered individuals he managed to research before coming to Paris. There was the main duo of Cat Noir and Lady Luck. They were there from the beginning. Then there was Hawkmoth, the villain terrorizing Paris. Other than that, he recalled Vipereon, Carapace, Ryuko, the disaster of Queen Bee, but not this blue and green hero.

Finally, Damian made it to the top of a building and turned to watch the ensuing battle. He saw the akuma, Chat Noir, and Lady Luck, but not the other one. Scanning the area, he looked for her figure, wondering where she went but couldn’t find her, she disappeared. Cursing his bad luck, he resolved to return later that night as Robin to scout.

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That night, Robin didn’t find anyone, it was the mysterious heroine that found him. Again she dropped by out of nowhere and landed right behind him, quietly and effortlessly.

“You’re Robin, right?” She held out a hand to shake, the other hand holding her fan. “You can call me Azure.” When Robin continued to stare at her, not taking the offered hand, Azure shrugged and lowered it. “I assume you are looking for information about what’s going on in Paris. I’m here to answer your questions.”

He gazed at her suspiciously but he saw enough to know that she wasn’t evil. “Why are you here and not one of the other main heroes?”

“Ah… Well, that’s because I know more than them. They are the main heroes but I am the current Guardian of the miraculouses.”

“Guardian?”

“Yes. I take care of the miraculouses and hand them out to the temporary heroes to aid Lady Luck and Chat Noir. I don’t fight myself because if I an akuma gained control of me or if Hawkmoth discovered too much about me, it would compromise everyone else.” That did explain why he hadn’t heard of the name Azure before but raised larger issues.

“Then I assume you're the one who irresponsibly gave the miraculouses to children.” She scoffed at his accusation, offended by not only his assumption based on ignorance but also his insinuation that she would be that stupid.

“Let me correct you on three accounts, Robin.” She held up one finger. “First, I didn’t choose the first heroes of Paris. I did choose Lady Luck as a successor to Ladybug. But Chat Noir and the original Ladybug were chosen by the previous guardian. Second, miraculouses do not go out to those with the most experience, they go to those with the greatest compatibility. Those children,” she used air quotes, “were the best choices based on affinity. The only exceptions are the villain Hawkmoth and Lady Luck, who is the second most compatible with her miraculous. And lastly, you are a damn hypocrite for making that accusation yourself, when you appear no older than any of the Parisian heroes.”

Robin rolled his eyes at that, not that Azure could see. He ignored the jab at his own hypocrisy. “What else can you inform me about the situation?”

She disregarded his question and stared at her fingernails. “Apologize for insulting me and my judgment. And I’ll tell you.”

It was Robin’s turn to scoff. “I don’t need you to tell me anything, I can find out information on my own.”

“And Paris doesn’t need the Justice League. I offered to answer questions because I saw no need to hide information from them. We don’t need or want help from heroes that could cause more damage than help if they were akumatized.” She made a valid point and Robin had difficulty rebutting her. “And regardless of what you find on your own, it’s nowhere near to the amount of information I could give you for a lot less hassle.”

He weighed the pros and cons of the current predicament. Waste months in Paris looking for information he could easily be told, or give up his pride and apologize. It took him far longer to decide than he would ever admit to his family. “I…” he swallowed down the knot of humiliation “...I shall repent on my words in the future.”

Azure sighed, knowing that was the best she would get out of Robin. “Well I suppose it would be best to start at the beginning. The miraculouses are jewelry that allow tiny gods that embody abstract ideas to interact with the world.”

“What?”

“What? That’s as simple as that will get. The specifics are unnecessary for anyone other than a guardian so let’s skip that. There are nineteen of these beings that belong to the miraculous box in my possession but more exist in the world. The miraculous Hawkmoth has, was lost by the previous guardian when that guardian used the peacock miraculous to summon a perpetually hungry amok to keep himself company because the monks were starving him alone in a room.”

“What?!”

“If you do that every time, we will be here all night. I’m trying to keep it concise so we can get to the more important details.”

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That night, they parted ways, Robin slightly confused but impressed with the accomplishments Azure made. Not only was she the former hero Ladybug, but she also was the de facto team leader for the heroes, investigating the identity of Hawkmoth and even took kung fu lessons. The last bit of info she shared when he insisted that she needed to learn to fight. As dawn broke across the sky, he wondered if she’d allow him to assist her in finding Hawkmoth.

#daminette December 2022 #daminette december #daminette #maribat #maribat event #au where marinette uses peacock miraculous #if i made this a full fic #i'd call it birds of a feather #maybe one day

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