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hazbin-writings-and-musings · 3 months

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Lucifer Morningstar x Reader Height Difference Headcanons

AKA What it's like to love a Short King

I was already inspired after my last headcanon post, and have some more fun little ideas for Lucifer X Reader, namely in regards to our dear Fallen Angel being the short one in the relationship. Got a bit sillier and spicier with this one, and I hope you're all ready for some very spicy ones in the near future!

- He's accustomed to being shorter than most, and while he's not one to accept mockery of any kind, he's more than comfortable enough with himself to accept nicknames and loving platitudes about his height from a romantic partner. Hearing you sweetly refer to him as a "Short King" will always get him smirking, and an affectionate "Little Lucy" makes him melt every time. Cooing over how cute he is is also sure to put him in a happy, purring mood, to the point he'll end up laying his head on your lap if you'll let him. Hearing about how darling you find him whilst having your fingers run through his hair might just be his favorite pastime.

- Between the wings and his angelic powers, he doesn't actually struggle to reach anything high up, but he will still appreciate it if you preemptively grab the item in question. That's not to say he won't ask, but he'll always make a point to be as silly about it as possible when he does. Requesting a lift is his preferred way of doing so, and he'll take his sweet time lounging in your arms after grabbing what he needs, even stretching out bridal style for a bit of carrying. Angelic magic can make him light as a feather for extra long bouts of carrying if you're willing to indulge him.

- He'll be the first to tell you all about the advantages of his stature, and at the top of his list is how often he finds himself at bust height, which is quite the gift for a breast man like himself. Yours are the only ones he's interested in, obviously, but he loves how easy it is for him to come in for a hug and tuck his head in between. You'll find him doing this wether he's had a great day or a terrible one, with the former being to celebrate and the latter being to get some much needed comfort somewhere warm and soft. He can't help it if your boobs are just the perfect place to put his face.

- He's going to borrow your hoodies. Granted, "borrow" is an interesting term for something you'll never get back, but he always ensures you're compensated in some way or another. No top of yours that fits him is safe, and the looser it fits over his smaller frame, the better. These oversized clothes are never worn outside the privacy of his quarters, and he wears them most frequently when circumstances keep the two of you apart, particularly at night. Having something of yours all around him is like having your embrace from a distance, and he can't help being sentimental enough to find comfort in that, even after so many eons.

- He's small, but you'll never forget that he's an absolute powerhouse, if only because it's beyond obvious when you're in his presence. Angelic power practically hums through the air if you listen closely, and that's just what you can sense at a distance. Things are even more intense when you come into contact with his lean physical form. For all of his grace and agility, he doesn't lack for physical strength in the slightest, and you learn that the first time you feel him support your body with his. He'll never once give even a hint of effort, let alone struggle, no matter how considerably you tower over him. Carrying you bridal style takes no more effort than one would to lift a couple of grapes. As such, he'll happily take you into his arms or lap, and showing off his unfathomable strength in romantic gestures always gets him puffing his chest with pride.

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mikavlcs · 11 months

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Not On My Mind

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

Summary: You leave school for a trip, and Wednesday doesn’t miss you. Not even a little bit.

Warnings: soft/ooc!wednesday but she’s like...in denial about it, my writing

Word count: 2.8k

Notes: this is kinda messy, but cute. nothing else to add tbh. hope you guys enjoy<3

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Wednesday Addams was not soft.

She simply wasn’t. She never had been, and she never would be, for as long as she drew breath. The word didn’t even exist in her vocabulary.

Because she, Wednesday Addams, was a singularity. Unlike any other lowly mortal, she was not born from a womb, but forged in the hottest, most ferocious flames of hell by Lucifer himself. She was pure menace and dread given a small, but formidable physical form.

A vile miscreant equipped with a smile that could make even the purest of angels scream in terror and a glare that could make the devil shed tears of despair. Judge, jury, and executioner—someone capable of horrors beyond even your worst nightmares.

(Well, not executioner since she was unfortunately not yet a murderer, but she would be someday. It was the only incomplete task on her bucket list.)

So, no, Wednesday Addams was not soft. Nor could she ever be capable of such abominable behavior.

And yet…here she was displaying signs of this weakness. Because of you.

You were going on a family vacation. An event which, to Wednesday, sounded like a particularly gruesome method of torture, but you were positively buzzing with excitement about the trip.

Either way, you were going away with your family for a week. An entire seven days without you constantly at her side, chattering in her ear between classes, and lounging around her room in the evenings.

This, in theory, should have been great news. Lucifer knew how much more writing she could get done without you dragging her out to Jericho after classes or trying to read over her shoulder despite her threats of bodily harm. But it wasn’t great news. In fact, the information brought forth an odd sort of discomfort. A dull ache in her chest she’d never experienced before.

It was disgusting, it was vile, and it would certainly stain her reputation if it ever got out.

She supposed her reputation had already been defiled by the fact that her roommate and self-appointed best friend was the human embodiment of a rainbow, but this? This was a new low.

Her shamefulness was all she could think about while she watched you pack from her place on your bed. Well, “pack” was a generous way to describe it. You were actually just frantically grabbing clothes and other various items from around your room and throwing them into your suitcase and duffel bag, much to the disapproval of the meticulously organized Addams.

You insisted that you had a system, a method to your madness. Wednesday disagreed but didn’t bother voicing it.

From the ground, your voice rose, sounding far too winded for someone doing so little exercise. “Can you hand me that box on the dresser, Wends?”

Wednesday exhaled sharply. She came here to see you off, not help you pack last minute. Still, she obeyed, not without sending you a scathing glare that you promptly ignored.

The box in question was easy to find, already open atop your dresser where you directed her. She took a passing glance inside to survey the contents within—a bunch of mismatched jewelry that sparked vague recognition but no interest.

Just as she was about to close it, something caught her eye. A ring, sitting in the corner of the box. It was a simple, visually unobtrusive black band with silver engravings wound throughout. She recognized it as one of your most frequently worn pieces of jewelry, but it had never captured her attention before now.

She was overcome with the sudden, overwhelming urge to take it. Wednesday very nearly stifled it, but she figured since you were subjecting her to these horrific feelings, she was entitled to a settlement of some kind.

Swiftly, she pocketed the ring and snapped the box shut, venturing back over to you, none the wiser as you messily stuffed clothing into your suitcase. She held the box out to you, eyes narrowing in condemnation at the messy state of your things below.

“Why are you taking the entire box?” Wednesday asked neutrally.

“Because these dorms are not the most secure,” you answered, taking the box from her hand with a smile and placing it on top of your clothes. “And I would hate for something to get stolen while I was gone.”

Wednesday’s lips twitched. “Yes, that would be unfortunate.”

Soon enough, you were finished packing and ready to go. Almost. For some reason, you were struggling to carry both your duffel bag and suitcase at the same time. It was quite humorous, watching you struggle, but she took pity on you knowing you were on a schedule.

“You’re weak,” she grumbled as she snatched the duffel bag from your hand, slung it over her shoulder, and stepped around you to open the door.

You followed closely behind, flashing her a grateful, slightly sheepish grin while closing the door behind you. “Thanks, Wends.”

She said nothing, just kept walking, finding amusement in the sound of you fumbling to catch up. When you found your footing, you took your usual place at her side, shoulders brushing while you easily fell into step with her.

The whole way down, you chattered on and on about what you were excited to do on the trip, but Wednesday wasn’t tuned in. Her attention was on the way her stomach fell further with every step closer to the waiting car outside and the pit she could feel forming for seemingly no reason at all.

She despised it, this ever-growing weakness you unwillingly made her develop.

Walking out, you found the car parked right by the curb outside, Principal Weems already leisurely resting against it while she waited for you to arrive.

The tall woman greeted the two of you with a smile, to which you offered a wave in return while Wednesday just stared. She came to collect your luggage and went to put it in the back of her car, leaving the two of you to say your goodbyes.

You turned to her, rocking back on your heels, clearly unsure of what to say. Wednesday, though she’d never admit it, was in a similar predicament, without the slightest clue of what to do now.

She didn’t know why, but she was tempted to pull you back into the school and drag her back to her dorm. The urge was utterly ridiculous, yet grew more powerful by the second, nagging at her as she watched your agonizingly slow internal debate.

“I guess I’ll see you in a week,” you finally said, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. “It’ll be over in a flash, and I’ll be back to talking your ear off before you know it.”

Wednesday gave you a firm nod in lieu of a verbal response. You sent a sideways glance to the principal’s car, clearly remembering you had a flight to catch.

“Bye, Wends,” you said, then added, “Please don’t kill anyone while I’m gone.”

“No promises,” she deadpanned, earning a laugh from you.

After another moment of indecision, you pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, feather-light and entirely too quick for her tastes. But she didn’t voice that embarrassing thought, just watched you walk off and enter the vehicle with her arms crossed.

As the car pulled off, you turned and waved to her out the back window, and she lifted her fingers from her forearm slightly in response. The smile you gave her got smaller and smaller with distance.

Wednesday stayed standing there until the car was out of sight, the unidentified pit in her stomach never abating.

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The week that followed was…weird.

It was the same as any other week at Nevermore, yet entirely different.

She was indeed able to get much more writing done, but it wasn’t as triumphant as Wednesday imagined. The silence in her room was refreshing for all of twenty minutes before the tone of it shifted, and the quiet felt empty. It didn’t impede her workflow—if anything, it increased it—but it just felt wrong.

There were a number of notable happenings throughout the week as well.

Bianca suffered her 47th defeat at the hands of Wednesday during their weekly fencing practice (she was very excited to get to 50), Eugene somehow got six bees stuck in his hair and, in a show of true incompetence, Xavier managed to spill an entire can of paint on himself. Something he would never, ever live down as far as Wednesday was concerned.

In all of those instances, she found herself looking to her right to see if you were smiling or laughing. Until she was met with the empty space you would’ve occupied, and she remembered. You weren’t here. It made a certain hollowness settle in her chest, making her mood drop ever so slightly.

It was pathetic, honestly. It made her want to self-lobotomize herself to attempt to determine just how much damage you’d done, to see if it was reverible.

Still, she mentally cataloged the events to recount for you upon your arrival. Only so she wouldn’t have to deal with your whining about her not telling you anything once you inevitably heard it from Enid.

Throughout each day, your ring accompanied Wednesday everywhere she went. Slipping it on right before leaving her dorm and taking it off just before bed quickly became her new routine.

She had never fully understood the obsession that people had with rings as the only hand jewelry she ever enjoyed wearing was brass knuckles, but she was beginning to get it now. The light weight on her hand was somewhat soothing, especially in moments when your absence was particularly potent.

She hoped that no one would notice it. Most wouldn’t have even known it belonged to you, but your shared group of friends (acquaintances on Wednesday’s end) would likely recognize it since you wore it so frequently.

Knowing this, Wednesday did her best to take it off in group settings, slipping it into her blazer pocket to put back on after, but it was harder to remember during classes. This oversight ended up being her undoing.

It wound up taking three days for someone to notice the ring. And, of course, that someone was Enid.

They were in Botany, listening to Miss Thornhill drone on about some rare carnivorous plant. Enid was in the seat next to her to “fill in the void” you left behind in your absence with her peppy, prismatic presence.

Entirely unnecessary, but so were most things Enid did. Wednesday had long since learned not to question her anymore.

Wednesday, having already known everything there was to know about the plant, had finished taking her notes five minutes after class started, but Enid wasn’t even trying to take notes. She was instead doing seemingly everything in her power to irritate Wednesday. Incessantly doodling, clicking her pen, constantly fidgeting and shifting, drumming her fingers against the desk.

It was positively maddening. And not in a good way.

In an effort not to snap at her, Wednesday occupied herself with your ring. Tracing the engravings and twisting it around her finger. It was soothing. Enid, nosy as she was, glanced over at the movement and paused her pen clicking.

“Hey…” she started, and Wednesday immediately knew she would hate where this was going. Enid leaned over, making Wednesday lean back in turn. Her eyes narrowed then widened moments later with a soft gasp. “That ring, isn’t that—"

“None of your business? Absolutely,” she gritted out, sending her a scathing glare. “Now, perhaps you should actually pay attention. Maybe then you’ll have a chance of finally getting something higher than a 70 on the next test.”

Her roommate looked like she wanted to say more but eventually conceded with a disgustingly wide smile and a mumble that sounded awfully like that’s so cute of you, roomie.

Wednesday swore that if it were anybody else, she would’ve finally completed her bucket list that day.

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After what seemed like an eternity and many more tests to Wednesday’s patience (almost exclusively from Enid), seven days passed and the time for you to return to Nevermore arrived.

It had actually been longer than seven days—170 hours and 17 minutes, to be exact—but who was counting? Certainly not Wednesday.

The principal’s car pulled in just as the sun began to set, and Wednesday was there, standing off to the side of the school’s entrance. Not because she was waiting for you, she simply had matters to attend to in the courtyard around that time.

You stepped out the car moments later and your eyes found hers instantly, expression brightening. Bags in hand, you ran over to her but stopped just short of her, excitement fading into uncertainty.

Wednesday stared at you, then, with an audible sigh, stepped forward. Your smile returned, increasing tenfold as you dropped your bags and wrapped your arms around her, careful not to squeeze her too hard. If you questioned the way she barely leaned into your embrace and turned her face just slightly into your neck, she would say it was entirely in your head.

“Did you miss me?” you asked once you pulled back, hands coming to rest on her shoulders.

“Not for a second,” she answered. “I was able to get twice as much writing done without your constant prattling and distractions.”

“Uh-huh.” The sly smile on your face told her that you definitely weren’t buying it, but you plowed on before she could confront you. “Y’know, you could have texted me if you had a phone,” you persuaded, fixing her with a look she’d become intimately familiar with since you’d started dating. “I could always get you one.”

Wednesday blinked, shot you a dubious look. “You’re broke.”

Your shoulders fell dramatically, but your tone remained light. “Damn, Wends, you didn’t have to say it like that.”

She didn’t dignify you with another response. Knowing you would need time to unpack before dinner, she slung one of your bags over your shoulder and took off in the direction of your dorm, leaving you to catch up.

It wasn’t long before you were by her side, matching her pace easily. And, of course, you had more to say.

“Do you wanna hear about my trip?”

“No,” she said. A beat. Then, “But you may tell me while you unpack. I know you like to run your mouth while completing tasks anyway. I have things to tell you as well.”

“Really? Thanks, Wends,” you grinned brightly. Wednesday shot you a glare, and if you noticed that it was softer than usual, you didn’t comment.

Unable to keep your mouth shut, you started ranting about the traffic you hit on the way back to the airport, or something related to that. Wednesday wasn’t quite listening. She was instead taking in the unfocused drawl of your voice in her ear, the strides perfectly matching hers, the light brush of your shoulder against hers—just appreciating the familiar presence at her side once more.

It had only been a week, yet it felt like a lifetime since she had last experienced this.

Without thinking, her hand drifted to fiddle with your ring, and your eyes caught the movement. You stopped suddenly, prompting Wednesday to come to a halt as well with a questioning look.

Gently, you grabbed her hand and brought it closer to your face to inspect the band around her finger.

“This is mine, isn’t it?” you asked, brows knitting together. “I’ve been wondering where it went, I swore I packed it...”

Wednesday snatched her hand away. “I have no idea what you’re talking about but grab my hand like that again and yours will be swiftly removed.”

“But—” you started to protest but stopped abruptly. She watched, curious, as your expression smoothed over into something even she couldn’t quite read. You nodded, smiled. “Yeah, I must be confused, sorry.”

Wednesday narrowed her eyes but accepted the apology with a nod.

The rest of the walk was spent in silence. It was odd. Wednesday stole a few glances to see if you were upset, but you seem to be. If anything, the opposite.

Still, the silence stretched on even when you both arrived at your destination, and you were pulling the door to your dorm open for her. She strode inside, trying to find a way to broach the subject without sounding too concerned.

But there was no need.

Just after the door closed, you put a hand on her shoulder and leaned over into her space. She gave you a startled glare but didn’t move away, ignoring the way her ears burned at the sight of your soft smile and the equally soft whisper that followed.

“I missed you too, Wednesday.”

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everyone @ wednesday while reading this:

anyways happy pride to my fellow loser gays 🥳🏳️‍🌈

#wednesday 'i'm not like other girls' addams is canon btw #wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams imagine #jenna ortega #she's a loser<3

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renegadeknucks · 3 months

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Hello I was wondering if you have any sonuxadow (hope I spelt that right) headcannons I love your art style by the way

i do! and thank you so much i really appreciate it!

Sonknuxadow headcanons

The three of them wear matching gold jewelry to keep close to each other, Shadow and Sonic both have their right ears pierced with two earrings, and Knuckles has the gold bands on his spines because he lacks visible ears. They do all have promise rings as well, but they're not typically worn due to none of them wanting to break such a sentimental item.

Sonic flirts with both of them constantly during battles against Eggman, he thinks it's funny. On multiple occasions this has led to Eggman forfeiting because he really doesn't want to hear it.

Their favorite nap spot is on top of the Master Emerald.

They seem to spar far more frequently than before the three of them were dating, often using it as a competition to see who can be the least worn out at the end of each session. It's almost always Knuckles, but Sonic seems to be really proud whenever he actually manages to stun the echidna. Shadow always looks the most well kept after, no matter how long it goes on, and the other two will immediately gang up on him for the sole purpose of messing up his quills. They're all very competitive.

The teasing and bickering also became far more frequent, except now instead of ending up with someone being physically hurt (usually Sonic) it now ends in them laughing due to them starting to truly understand what's off limits when it comes to each of their personal lives.

Knuckles and Shadow are both trying their hardest to help Sonic get over his fear of water, giving him gentle kisses and holding his hands as soon as they see him getting even slightly nervous. They haven't gotten him to try full on swimming, but he's gotten okay enough in the water to go waist deep while he's with them. He still prefers to stay as far away from it as possible.

Knuckles had found the two, on multiple occasions, sneaking onto Angel Island just to play with the vast population of Chao. He finds it cute.

All three of them are known to ramble for hours about their interests, and they're always purposely asking about specifics so the rambler can go into heavier detail about it. They all love listening to their partner talk about topics that they know nothing about, they just want to hear their voice and like seeing them so passionate.

Knuckles seems to leave his island a little more often since he'd started dating them, along with using his communicator a lot more because he grew attached very quickly than anyone expected him to.

Sonic and Knuckles both help Shadow mourn the date of Maria's death and celebrate her birthday every year, Shadow secretly thinks she really would have liked them.

Shadow and Sonic started dating first, and they were only dating for two weeks before they decided someone was missing and immediately got ready and raced to Angel Island to be the first one to ask him out. Yes they did bring gifts of chocolate and flowers and stuffed animals, they had no idea what they were doing.

Speaking of stuffed animals, that's like their go to gift for all of them. Shadow has a collection of various cat plushies which eventually led to Sonic and Knuckles getting him a real cat for his birthday. Sonic has various sea creatures, and Knuckles has forest creatures. They also all have a plush of the other. None of them are the best at gift giving, Sonic often forgets he needed to.

Shadow and Sonic help Knuckles with his chores around the island, they practically live with him as their relationship goes on. They were never really invited to stay, but Knuckles loves them too much to kick them off unless they're becoming genuinely destructive or too much to handle.

Shadow does both of their makeup, the three of them all like feeling pretty so it usually ends up with all of them dressing up in feminine or masculine clothes depending on how they're feeling that day.

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #knuckles #knuckles the echidna #shadow #shadow the hedgehog #headcanons #sonknuxadow #sonknux #knuxadow #sonadow #icantthinkofamygoodnam3 #asks

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andmaybegayer · 9 months

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idle Google scholar searching isn't really helping but I do often wonder whether the "they don't make hard-wearing clothes anymore" thing is partially down to the dramatic shift in the cost and style of clothing production and wear trends. This is entirely contradictory spitballing.

Firstly, survivorship bias, a lot of Ye Olden clothing is completely gone because it was cheap thin linen worn to death by some peasant, the stuff that persists is either rich person clothes worn only a few times or lucky to have been preserved. It's well known that historical clothing collections are largely the clothing of nobles and very wealthy merchants. That linen was probably pretty hard-wearing, because, it's linen, but it was also probably heavily repaired and busted after a few years like modern jeans often are.

Secondly, clothing was stupendously expensive and time consuming in the past, so it's very difficult to reasonably compare a $10 T-shirt to a summer dress that required a hundred person hours of spinning and weaving just to make the raw material for. A comparable modern article would be like. A bespoke dress shirt or tailored gown.

Thirdly, we wear much more wear-susceptible clothing as a result of these changes, the most obvious example being stretch. Stretch fabrics eventually lose their stretch, go slack, and become shitty to wear. People who wear raw denim and solid chino trousers and stiff linen shirts and pure cotton dresses exist but they're considered special interest niche fashion nerds, most people seem to find stretch clothing more comfortable and appreciate the way that it cheaply fits a wide array of body types. Wool knits stretch and go way back but most people don't choose to wear wool if they have a choice these days.

Fourthly, clothes are so cheap that we don't look after them in the same ways. A hole in some trousers for most people means "throw those away and get new ones" because trousers are a $20 line item, not several weeks of continuous spinning and weaving. We wash clothes way, way more often which increases wear in exchange for better hygiene. It's also less labour intensive to wash frequently than if you had to plan your whole day around heating water for laundry.

It seems more likely to me that patterns in clothing wear have moved from "small quantities of expensive clothing that is carefully looked after" to "larger quantities of cheaper clothing that is treated more disposably" than that actual wear resistance at equivalent points on the price curve has changed. If you spend hours of your income equivalent to whatever a peasant had to spend on a linen or wool square they spun and wove you could probably get a really nice high end piece of tailored clothing.

#textiles #this is entirely spitballing

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aniron48 · 10 months

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close to the sun in lonely lands

Felix decides to take Bond's mind off his troubles by taking him eagle-watching. It goes about how you'd expect.

Coming in with a 00leiter fluff-adjacent ficlet for 007 Fest 2023, just in time for Felix Friday! This fulfills the 2023 Prompt Table entry "The great outdoors: the sun, the smoke, the bugs, the scenery. bring it on," and is also a Rare Pair and an entry for a Theme Day!

I apparently cannot get enough of writing Felix Leiter in Maryland doing Maryland things, so here you go. I hope you enjoy, friends--you can read on ao3, or after the cut. 💜 🦅

James Bond isn’t the only one who likes nice things.

Felix has been known to splash out on an immaculately tailored tux, when the occasion calls for it. He found his favorite cologne at an atelier in Paris on a temporary duty assignment years ago and has never looked back, and some of his shoes are, admittedly, statement pieces. His taste for fine things isn’t limited to the things he puts on his body, either—the sound system for his home in Annapolis is so state-of-the-art it’s got its own line item in Felix’s homeowner’s insurance.

But Felix knows himself, and he also knows that he thrives on balance. He sticks to a detailed budget for grocery shopping and eating out—a government salary only stretches so far. He drives a mid-level sedan that is modest but more than adequate, thank you very much, even if Bond turns up his nose at riding in anything less than an Aston Martin. And Felix is at his happiest in a pair of trunks and a faded Terps t-shirt, taking his boat out on the harbor.

Or, on a day like today, in cargo shorts and that same worn out Terps shirt, trying to get James Bond to shut the fuck up before he scares all the birds away from the nature preserve.

“I’m disappointed, Felix,” Bond says, lowering the binoculars that were trained on the enterprising bald eagle that has taken over the osprey platform in the middle of the marsh. “I thought it’d be bigger.”

Felix snorts, in spite of himself. “And they say Americans are obsessed with size.”

Bond takes the bait, as Felix knew he would.

“You can hardly say size is irrelevant, after last night. Not with a straight face, anyway.”

Felix chucks his water bottle at Bond, catching him in the sternum.

“My face hasn’t been straight since 1982.”

Bond chuckles at that, and Felix feels that familiar sense of vertigo that they’re here, that this is how it is between them. It’s ridiculous that one of the easiest things in his life would turn out to be the sometime-colleagues, sometime-rivals, always-with-benefits thing he has going on with James fucking Bond. And yet.

“I’m not sure why you were so keen on taking me eagle-spotting in the first place,” Bond says. “They’re your national symbol, not mine.”

Felix shrugs. “Thought you could use the peace and quiet. Besides, you’ve got a lot in common.”

“What things, exactly?”

Bond’s face is doing that thing where all the softness leaches from it, as if he’s preparing to take a punch. But Felix has seen the man in a fight a time or two, and the thing is, when he’s actually throwing punches, he looks relaxed. He only looks like this when he’s afraid you might do something really stupid, like be kind to him. It’s taken years, but Felix has finally learned that if you want to show Bond any tenderness, you have to go at it at an angle.

And so Felix refrains from saying resilience or strength or determination or any of the myriad things that the noble bald eagle, survivor of decades of overhunting followed by decimation at the hands of DDT, only to rebound right off the endangered species list, actually has in common with James Bond, himself a frequent returner from the dead and persistent bearer of loss after loss, and who, on this occasion, is fresh from burying Olivia Mansfield, his mentor and the most fucked-up version of a mother figure that Felix has ever had the dubious honor of meeting.

Instead, Felix says, “I’ll have you know that not all of the founding fathers liked the idea of having the eagle on the seal of the United States. Benjamin Franklin hated it because they steal fish from other birds of prey. He hated it so fucking much he wrote a letter to his daughter calling the bald eagle a ‘bird of bad moral character’ that was incapable of making an honest living.”

Bond is laughing, then, his eyes wrinkling at the corners in the way Felix loves best, and after a quick check to make sure there’s no homophobic prick with a hunting license waiting in the scrub to shoot them, he leans in to kiss him. Bond’s lips are warm and chapped and familiar against Felix’s own, and Felix pours everything Bond won’t let him say into the kiss. He likes Bond like this, sweaty and slightly rumpled in clothing he’s borrowed from Felix, far away from the demands of Queen and country and all the ghosts he’s refused to bury. He more than likes him like this, he’s afraid, but that’s a problem for another day.

After a moment, Bond breaks the kiss and lifts the binoculars again, looking for the eagle.

“I’ve revised my opinion,” Bond says. “He’s a majestic bastard, isn’t he?”

“Yeah,” Felix says, “yeah, he is,” and affectionate fool that he is, he isn’t even pretending to look at the bird.

Title comes from the Tennyson poem "The Eagle."

#00leiter #close to the sun in lonely lands #my fic #007 fest 2023 #team q branch #qb-a1 #Felix Friday #fluff adjacent #the great outdoors #bald eages #Benjamin Franklin (but not how you'd expect)

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vinceaddams · 1 year

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top five clothing items you wish you'd wear more often, please! and the five you do wear the most, please!

Oh heck! I still have asks from that ask meme thingy I reblogged 2 weeks ago, sorry for taking so long!

Hmm, tough to choose specific things I wish I wore more often. I do have a bunch of fancy 18th century things that sit in my closet most of the time, but usually when I leave the house I'm either going to work or to the grocery store, and I don't feel like being super fancy for that. Cuff ruffles would get in the way of all the hand washing and such, and breeches would be annoying at work because I use machines with knee levers.

I guess I wish I wore my nice shoes a bit more often than just for photos, but they were expensive and I don't want to wear out the leather soles. Maybe I ought to get little rubber soles added.

Oh, and my embroidered monster waistcoat! I wish I wore that more, but it's from an older pattern that doesn't fit me very well. The embroidery is also a bit worn out in places, alas.

It's a bit difficult to know which things I wear most frequently, but here are my best guesses for right now. (My summer answers would of course be different.)

1. This brown wool waistcoat from early 2019. I wear it all the time in the cold half of the year.

Just like the monster waistcoat, it's made from a pattern I drafted before top surgery, so it really doesn't fit me anymore. It's also getting pretty shabby. I've been meaning to make some new everyday plain wool waistcoats for a while now.

(I wear that green shirt pretty often too.)

2. This cap. It's just two pieces of linen, and I made it in 2018. I like wearing caps indoors when it's cold, and also under my wool hat outdoors. It adds an extra layer of warmth, is softer than the wool hat, and protects it from my very oily scalp.

I have 3 of these caps, but this one is my favourite. It's also something I ought to make more of.

3. These pants. They're just plain black cotton fall front pants.

I could pretend I'm wearing them the most because they're fully lined and therefore warmer than my other pairs, but the fact is I've got 3 other pairs of pants with holes worn in them that I need to patch and have been avoiding for a shamefully long time. It's a pretty easy thing to fix, and I will likely put it off for several more weeks, if not more.

I feel the need to point out that not all of my wardrobe is in such a miserable state, I at least have a good amount of shirts!

4. I don't think I have any pictures of it, but my winter coat is just a plain medium grey modern (by which I mean at least a couple decades old) wool one. Here's an image I found on google of approximately the same coat.

It was my grandfather's, and is a bit too big for me, and the lining is getting pretty worn out. Someday I want to completely pick it apart, recut it, and re-sew it with a new lining, but I can't do that until I have a backup winter coat.

5. This poor flannel nightgown which has finally worn out! Just a few days ago it developed a huge hole in the back panel, and a small one by the button placket, so it's destined to be cleaning rags and/or firestarters.

The buttons might end up on another nightgown though. So I guess this is no longer a thing I can wear frequently :( In the linked post I actually made 3 nightgowns from the same pattern, and that was the medium weight one, so now I'm down to the very heavy fish print flannel one and the light rayon one, and need to make more. (A very common theme with my wardrobe things, alas. I am slow.)

But I did just finish a new nightgown this week, made from a completely different pattern that I'm quite excited about! I'll get some pictures soon!

#ask #ask meme #me #clothing

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ernmark · 1 year

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On Smallclothes

So I've been reading and writing a lot that takes place in the 1700s, and I've noticed a lot of writers referring to smallclothes (also called smalls), which are a contemporary form of underwear.

But I need to make a point that this is not modern boxers/briefs/panties underwear.

I'm not a fashion historian or anything; most of what I know comes from renfaires and research for writing purposes. But a quick search led me to this:

smallclothes pl (plural only)

Knee-length breeches, worn especially in the 18th century.

2. (Britain, archaic) Underwear and other small items of clothing.

(from Wictionary)

I've seen some posts referring to the fact that a lot of the times when we portray men in historic pieces, they tend to put them in tight pants and a big puffy shirt to look historic-ish, while... that's kinda the modern equivalent to them running around in boxers and a tank top. Like, you can? You're not naked or anything. But a decidedly Informal look, and it's going to look very out of place if you're meant to be at a black tie event.

I came across this really nice illustration, actually, sourced from here.

The smallclothes would be the white garment that's kind of set behind the blue and red pants.

You'll notice that the white shirt and pants from the first picture aren't actually visible on the men in the second picture, who are wearing the full uniform. Because they're underwear.

I realize that I'm using an illustration that's focused on 1810s fashion to demonstrate something about 1700s fashion, so I could be way off base.

But consider: before the advent of modern detergents and washing machines, laundry was so much more a pain in the ass than it is now. Mud and dust could be brushed off fairly easily, but the thing that was going to do the most lasting damage to your clothes was your own sweat and body oils-- so you'd wear an inner layer that would protect your outer clothes and keep them from having to be laundered more frequently.

(As I recall, T-shirts and tank-tops both served this purpose before eventually becoming street-wear).

The layers also helped keep you warmer-- which, in a time before cars or effective central heating, particularly in Europe before the industrial revolution (and thus pre major global warming)-- was a feature, not a bug. (Less so for the Europeans who carried their cold-adapted fashion choices to the tropical climates that they tried to colonize, but I think overheating represents the least of their poor life choices.)

#writing #history #people with more understanding of history and fashion please feel free to elaborate #because my knowledge is limited

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runninguplenorahills · 1 year

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HII 🫶 since you made those Will's/Mike's/Lucas's clothes posts... (btw as a drawer - THANK YOU for those)

What is your favorite outfit any character has worn out of the entire series??

+ bonus fav mike/will outfit?

Heyy anon 🌟

First of all, no problem! I loves making these character closet pinterest boards! It’s really relaxing actually because I just look at a piece and if it matches the character’s vibe it’s going on their board haha. And then later I start deleting some pins again and maybe adding new ones. Anyway, as of right now I have ones for Dustin, Max, El and Erica all done, almost ready to post🕺. I’ll probably post Dustin’s clothes tomorrow :)))

Now to your actual question:

This is kinda difficult actually because I do not frequently rewatch the show. I usually pick out specific scenes and look at screen caps instead of rewatching the whole thing which basically means that Will and Mike’s outfits throughout the seasons are carved into my brain but everyone else’s? I might remember a couple outfits but definitely not all of them💀.

But I think I’m gonna go with this outfit from Nancy:

Idk, I just love everything about this. I love every single item on its own and because of the reoccurring colors everything fits together nicely. The different colors also just look great together in general and I simply love how it’s overall not all that feminine but then again it is? Like, the jacket definitely brings the femininity into it and the gloves are simultaneously feminine and edgy and I love the hairstyle too. It’s just a very cool look and I love it! It also gets the s1-vibe bonus <3

And my favorite outfits that Mike and Will have worn are these:

But I love so many of their outfits that if I think about it too much I’ll just start adding and adding more outfits until I have almost every single outfit listed as my favorite hahhaha. So I’m going with these two for now.

Thank you sm for this ask⭐️✨

#mail to lenora hills #byler

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hello! hope your day is going well :)! i would like to ask for a romantic hazbin hotel matchup please! i am AFAB gender-fluid masculine leaning and im pan and polyamorus (i am fine with monogamous relationships) and i use all pronouns! i am fine with any character of any gender and i am fine with multiple characters.

I am tall, around 6ft and i have a chubby build. i have some scars from self harm, but i’m mentally healthy now.

i don’t really have a type for the kind of people i like, i’m very open. i have a very strong sense of justice/right and wrong and i try my best to do what’s right. i am often selfless but that contradicts how i act/behave, i act very riled up and reckless but i do truly care for others. i have schizophrenia so that often affects how i see things and act. i have a lot of hallucinations and delusions but i’m usually quite self aware. i have a hard time accepting reality for what it is, i need someone to help ground me and be ok with being here. i am also autistic, i have a lot of hyperfixations and special interests, but my favorites are toy collecting, specifically stuff like my little pony and littlest pet shop and stuff like that and i also really like clowns, they make me very happy. i like doing things that remind me of my childhood. i really like talking with friends and such, i can talk for HOURS about so much shit, i like having someone to match my energy. i love rambling about my favorite things and interests but i am also very willing to listen to others! i have been told i have very good input and advice in nearly all situations, i have a lot of clarity when it comes to how i view things. my MBTI is ISTP, but i’ve been told i often act like a ENTP. i really like keeping myself busy with a bunch of different fun things to do, if i do nothing for too long i get anxious and depressed, i need frequent mental stimulation. i really like drawing and writing and i’ve been getting into making music.

i dress really comfy and i look like i just rolled out of bed always 😭 my favorite things to wear are worn out oversized hoodies and shirts with characters and stuff on them and comfy pj pants with cute designs and characters on them. i don’t take the best care of myself physically but i think i’ve been getting better. my room is SUPER fucking messy, like so messy every step you take you hear a crinkling of a water bottle and keep tripping on random items 😭 i need someone to help motivate me to clean it lmao.

i am often very chaotic but i mean well, i’m very energetic at times and i love joking about things like eating people, i kind of like being threatening.

i love showing people i care by doing things for them and just spending time with them, i like being in their presence. my favorite acts to receive are gifts and acts of service, it makes me very happy!

i don’t really understand how other people work, kind of like i’m an outsider, i like studying them and overall being around them.

i LOVE sleeping, i can sleep 12+ hours easy, it’s my favorite part of the day JSJSJDJF

thank you :3!!

Your Hazbin Hotel match is....Vaggie and Charlie!

You and Charlie have so much in common, you two always encourage each other. And just like Charlie you need a Vaggie to ground you to earth (hell?) Fun fact, all people I match with Charlie had be hesitating with Vaggie and vice versa.

Your love language is something both of them need. Charlie love language is words and acts of service while Vaggie love language is acts of service. You three always help out each other and do your best so the other two are happy. This creates a healthy and fun dynamic. It even has its own funny moments where one of you try to plan a surprise only to see her lover (s) doing the same. It's a goofy yet loving relationship. Vaggie, despite her rough and serious character completely melts when you and Charlie are nearby. She's your scary dog privilege (Charlie is actually the dangerous one but shhh) which is nice with how reckless you and Charlie can be.

A common trait in the three of you is your sense of justice. I mean...you know the plot of hazbin hotel so it's a glaring fact here. You always consult with each other before making a decision.The girls are your safe space, they always make sure you're happy and comfortable in every situation. Each night you three cuddle and talk about your day. You and Charlie often engage in nostalgic conversations and compare your childhood under the loving gaze of Vaggie.

Hope you liked it! Sorry for the long wait.

#matchups #match ups #hazbin hotel

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spaghetticat3899 · 4 months

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Talking about how my characters sleep because I have yet to get tired (and am bored)

For whatever reason I have some character’s sleeping weirdly thought out, and sometimes thinking about it makes me tired, so… here we go. (Might be a long post so I’ll put a line here)

Mochi prefers to be comfortable above anything else. She won’t sleep if something’s not quite right, which she finds incredibly annoying. Although, this didn’t stop her from sleeping on mattresses so worn down that they had visible dips where she frequently sat. She sleeps very, very heavy, doesn’t move much at all, even while dreaming. She can pass out and stay out for awhile, though usually she’s up around 9 am. She lays on her side, not preferring one over the other.

Slick can and will pass out anywhere. As a kid he used to sleepwalk, and still does, just much more rarely, in fact he’s surprised it’s still a problem at all. Luckily, it’s so infrequent that he doesn’t have to worry about elaborate safety measures he will not remember. He can nap whenever he likes and never has an issue falling asleep, it’s almost envy-inducing. He sometimes snores, but it’s not a constant thing, it’s caused by a few different factors. He probably doesn’t clean anything nearly enough, his bed is very visibly unkempt and probably never been made. Likely, some “lost” items are just hidden in the blankets. He prefers sleeping on his right side, since it’s not his dominant side.

Hachikō is a restless sleeper, unfortunately. He tosses and turns a lot, sometimes even kicking in his sleep. He also sleep-talks on occasion, which has led to weird stories he’s woken up to. Oddly, he doesn’t laugh while conscious, but he has laughed in his sleep (which may or may not have scared the shit out of Slick to hear in the middle of the night). While he can sleep anywhere if he tries hard enough, he really does prefer a stupid amount of cushioning and blankets, even if he won’t admit it. His bed has been called a cloud by those who’ve sat on it, thick foam and fabric. He sleeps with a weighted blanket, which he didn’t expect to do much initially, but turned out to be extremely helpful. However, he still stays up too late and wakes up early, to which he tries to make up for via caffeine. He sleeps on his stomach and with blankets covering his ears. He has to have as little layers on clothing-wise as he can because of how easily he overheats.

Kieren and Kōri share a bed (they’re partners, after all). There’s not much to say other than they like to cuddle, and Kōri is typically the little spoon. Rio gets cold easy, so likes several blankets at once, even if she’s almost suffocating under them. Raina got used to sleeping in the cold so her sister had what she needed, which has led to a habit of her getting tired without her jacket on. Sometimes Rio would give Raina a blanket if she fell asleep as a thank you.

Ivory sleeps near-still, stomach-down, limbs splayed like a lizard’s. She covers her eyes and ears if she can. Something she was pleasantly surprised by in Jade Mountain was the use of blankets, which she did like, despite how often it got caught on her scales or spines. Her cold top-scales likely made it so it was much harder to tell if she was even alive with how little movement happens while unconscious. She doesn’t sleep well, despite her best efforts, and typically runs on very little rest. Maybe that explains her grouchiness…

Unlike the typical avali, Tali prefers to be by herself while resting, never quite seeking the “pack” many others would fight and die for. It’s unknown why this is, but she is a tad bit of a recluse, at least in avali terms. She sleeps in her own form of comfort, it’s actually one of the rare times she’s seen without a lab coat on. She likes to curl up to slumber, like most of her kind, though. Ranun, however, secretly wishes he could experience such companionship again. He sleeps by himself, in a personal sleep-pod, and sometimes he reminisces on his early life to drift off. He sleeps much more like a human, lying on his back, keeping his spine as straight as he can. Spooky can sleep anywhere and any way. She has no preference, but does find beds and couches to be comfortable. She’s just as happy on the floor, overall quite easy to please. Kanumi can technically sleep standing up if she needed to, but much prefers a bed. Cybernetic parts can be handy, but that doesn’t mean they’re always needing to show off their capabilities!

Aaniar cannot sleep, as he’s not really an actual avali. He may rest, but it is much more akin to prolonged meditation than true sleep.

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blankenshipmclamb09 · 5 months

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foghwulff55 · 5 months

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adsctusa · 6 months

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keenthrifts · 1 year

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kpop influences.

When I go thrifting for clothing and accessories, I always have two major things in mind:

Can I match this item with any of the current items in my wardrobe?

Does this item in any way resemble any of the items stored away in the mass KPop outfit catalog that exists in the back of my mind?

If the answer to either of these questions is yes, then I allow myself to commit to the purchase.

That catalog of KPop outfits in my brain doesn’t always direct my interest in clothing at thrift shops, but it does pop up in my mind whenever my brain gets pinged while looking at an item, trying to determine if it in any way bears resemblance. I’ve frequently stopped and pulled out my phone during these situations, pulling up Pinterest boards in the middle of aisles to find very specific pictures of very specific outfits in order to decide whether or not the item fits.

I don’t expect a 1-for-1 match, I am aware that would be unrealistic. But clothing items that hold the same elements or fit a similar vibe? That is what I’m looking out for.

And sometimes, they do!

The white eyelet button down (purchased at my local thrift shop) reminded me of a similar type of shirt worn frequently by OnlyOneOf’s Yoojung and KB. Obviously the style of my shirt compared to theirs is quite different, the eyelets aren’t the same at all and mine are within a floral design. But again, it’s about the essence of the shirt, the vibe. I would be doing myself a disservice if I went thrifting with the idea of getting exact matching clothing in mind. The black-see-through-cardigan-type-thing (I don’t actually know what you would call this?) was purchased at the Røde Kors Butik in Dronninglund. It stood out to me because it reminded me of what Yoojung wears in OnlyOneOf’s Zurui Onna MV, sleeve length and all. It also has buttons on it that reminds me of my late grandmother’s clothing, so that also is a little bit of a comforting thing.

The hard part about thrifting while being influenced by the styles of KPop idols is the ever present fear that I will not be able to pull off this clothing in the way an angelic, otherworldly being like an idol can. I bought these clothes with the fear that they’d look strange and grandmotherly on me, but I’ve worn these often now and I don’t think there’s been an issue.

#thrifting #thrifstorefinds #thrifted #thrift store #clothing #thrift finds #secondhand #fashion

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apirateslifefor--smee · 1 year

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It’s The Thought That Counts | Self Para

Date: February 2013 Warnings: Vague reference to animal cruelty/hunter stuff

THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE: Write a one-shot exploring your character’s love language! This doesn’t have to be romantic – love comes in all forms, after all.

If he really thought about it, the truth was that Smee got into this business because he liked giving gifts.

Most of the treasures he collected, the items he chased after and bargained and negotiated for, he had little use for, after all. Mermaid scale earrings and dragon skin handbags and his vast collection of furs— they were beautiful, and Smee knew they deserved to be worn rather than sitting at the bottom of the trunk where Smee kept his treasures.

It started because Smee believed in never showing up to a party empty-handed: here was a brooch for the hostess, a hairpin for the guest of honor, a rare and expensive jar of some illicit delicacy. But it grew. Part of the thrill of locating a long-coveted item was imagining its recipient, how thrilled they would be, and in the circles Smee frequented, he was always right in his predictions.

And then he met Mollie, and suddenly Smee had to hold back.

It was agonizing, really, because the moment Smee met her he knew just how that set of combs in his collection would bring out the violet in her eyes. But you couldn’t simply go gifting contraband to strangers, even beautiful strangers that you fell head-over-heels for. He never really knew how else to tell her, over the weeks that turned into months that turned into two years of lunches and dances on Friday nights at Swynlake Cathedral to oldies that they had both grown up with, just how strongly he felt about her. Smee was never very good at expressing his true feelings; he could say very pretty words to people he didn’t actually care about that meant very little, but true vulnerability was difficult. And he could tell that Mollie noticed. That she wanted more.

Maybe that set of combs would tell her. But it was too risky, at least for now.

But “for now” could only go on so long.

Smee calculated the risk, that Valentine’s Day. Mollie seemed aligned with Smee, when it came to Magicks: she thought Swynlake had gone too far with letting them do whatever they wanted, which was why she had chosen to retire in The Next Town Over. She found sorcerers annoying and faeries bothersome and she worried about the safety of her young grandchildren with these reports of werewolves in the forest. It wasn’t so much of a leap, then, Smee thought, that she might appreciate those combs he had held onto for so long.

They were beautiful, after all. Carved from a single unicorn horn, they threw light around the room and picked up on subtle greens and purples, and more than that, Smee believed they were lucky. That they might have a bit of magic in them still. They were crafted by one of his favorite contacts, an artisan who lived high in the mountains to avoid local authorities taking any interest in her work. They had cost Smee quite a pretty penny, but it was worth it to him, to see them nestled in the silvery blonde of Mollie’s hair.

So when she unwrapped the paper, Smee was pleased, at first, that Mollie seemed pleased. “Oh, goodness,” she murmured, turning the combs over in her hands. “Samuel, you shouldn’t have. These are- these are beautiful...”

Yes, Mollie was the only one who called him Samuel. He had given up correcting her, and coming from her, he was starting to grow fond of the name after all.

She was squinting at the combs now, looking slightly concerned, though the smile hadn’t faded from her face. “I’ve never seen a material like this, are they...”

“They’re magic, yes. Well, I like to think so, anyway. I was given no guarantees about unicorn’s longevity, but I do think they are lucky. Just like you. A good luck charm for my stroke of good luck—”

Mollie dropped the combs like they were made of fire. “Wait, what? What do you mean, unicorn?”

A quiet wave of panic surged through Smee. Mollie liked them, didn’t she? She liked them. Maybe she was just worried that they were too expensive, that Smee had spent too much on her— but that was alright, Smee knew he loved her, and this was how he showed love, so of course...

He smiled reassuringly. He hoped it was reassuring, anyway. “They’re hand-carved, my dear. One hundred percent unicorn horn. I just knew they would suit you, did you ever notice that your eyes—”

“What? Samuel, you can’t- this can’t be- these are illegal! You could be arrested for having them—”

Smee chuckled. “I’m not going to be arrested, I’ve been in this business for many years—”

“And what’s more, it’s wrong.” There was a strange look in Mollie’s eyes now, like she was suddenly looking at a stranger. “Samuel, this isn’t like you at all. Or if it is, then you’re not the man I thought you were. Many years... no. No. I can’t do this.”

“Mollie—”

But she had already pushed her chair back and gathered her jacket and purse, the combs left on the kitchen table. The candles Smee had carefully lit trembled as the table shook. Smee stood up, too.

“Don’t call me,” she said, already on her way to the door. Smee followed after her, but she put a hand up to stop him. “And don’t follow me. I don’t want any part of this. I can’t have any part of this.”

Smee stood in the doorway, watching as she disappeared into the misty February night. He had calculated the risk. And it appeared that, for once, his math had failed him.

Maybe it was because delusion was part of the equation this time. Smee had wanted, so badly, for Mollie to accept this part of him along with everything else. Because it was an important part of him. In fact, it was the only reason many people even liked him at all: because he was one of the best traders in the game. Mollie had seemed to like just about everything else about him, which was rare for Smee, who was used to people merely putting up with him.

He wished he hadn’t told her. But how could he not? How could he keep those combs hidden forever? And why, for the first time, did he feel just a little bit ashamed of them now?

No. No, Mollie just didn’t understand. And she would never understand. The only people who did understand were miles out of Smee’s league when it came to finances. They had grown up in lavish worlds he would never truly have access to, and so he had foolishly convinced himself that a fellow commoner would finally see his side of things. But maybe Smee was just forever going to be caught between worlds.

He sighed and returned inside, closing the door behind him. He snuffed out the candles. He brought the dishes to the sink and washed them carefully. He unfolded the couch, and for once, he did not wait for anyone else to return home before he went to bed. The combs were left out, though, evidence of the scene of the crime. Smee’s crime.

Once or twice, the boy would ask about Mollie and what happened to her, and the deep, bottomless hollow feeling that had opened that night would return as Smee said simply that it hadn’t worked out.

He sold the combs, eventually. Selling was different from gifting. It didn’t come with any of the satisfaction Smee got from gifting, any of those warm feelings of showing someone just how he felt about them. But it was cleaner. Money and goods changed hands. And nobody was changed, for better or for worse.

Smee wasn’t changed. And, he was certain, he never would be. Nor would he ever get his hopes up about changing someone else.

#swyntask #:/

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