#first time drawing Arthur (lie)

[abisalli]

I think they deserve to hug more

#merthur #bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #my art #digital art #first time drawing Arthur (lie) #but it IS the first time I'm posting my art of him #yeah they should have hugged more in the series thank you very much

[freyjhasdesiredreality]

Sweet Whispers (Charles Leclerc x Reader)

(Credits to GIF owner)

A/N: Hey guys! This was supposed to be shared on Sunday but life got into my way. But it's here! I've been looking for some inspiration and comfort honestly then this happened, hope you enjoy! Marvel story will be a little bit late for this week. As a reminder English is not my first language and grammar mistakes are my own.

WC: 2.5k+

Warnings: Mention of an accident (Not Charles or you), pet names, Google translated French, pure fluff, idiots are in love. Let me know if I missed any. Not proofread!

When you met Charles, you both still had diapers. Your families were so close. When you were 7, your family was involved in a terrible car crash. You somehow survived without even a scratch, waiting for your family on the doorstep of the hospital. They never survived so you just looked at the door crying. Herve and Pascale obviously couldn't leave you there, so they took you in as their own daughter. 

Charles wasn't an ordinary child. He had gifts from the god. The way he drove those cars didn't go unnoticed. You on the other hand had amazing drawing skills. Herve was aware of your talent, so he took you to Charles' races all the time. While you were drawing Charles from your perspective in the audience seat, you supported him. Charles loved your drawings and even cried a little when you gifted him the picture you drew while little Charles was lifting his first trophy on his first F1 debut. 

Everybody except you and Charles knew you had something different between you. A different chemistry. It wasn't something like between you and Arthur and Lorenzo. You had a sibling bond with them. But with Charles it was different. You both claimed it wasn't different than that but it was obvious. Your love was a different kind of love. Although they decided to wait until you realized yourselves. 

When he started changing countries to race, he offered you to stay in his house, so you didn't have to pay rent and could focus on your art. He secretly loved having you around. He loved your smell that permeated in his house. 

-

"Mon ange, I'm home," he called from the door. He heard your hurried footsteps coming from upstairs and smiled, closing the door.

"Welcome back, mon cher," you rushed into his arms to hug. It was definitely your safe place in this cruel world. 

"You cuddle so tight, missed me already?" he teased. You nodded without even answering. He smiled and kissed your hair before he let you go. 

"I've made pasta, just for you," you went to the kitchen and he followed you. "Are you hungry?" you asked. He nodded, his green eyes glowed when he saw you've made his favorite pasta. You took two plates, filled them and put them on the counter. "Bon appétit, ma chérie."

You two ate your meal, the conversation between you two never cooled off. He even offered to do the dishes after the dinner and didn't take no as an answer. 

"Alright, mon miel, I'm going to rest today, but we can plan something for tomorrow if you want," he said, giving you a small kiss on the cheek. 

Every time he kissed you, you felt butterflies on your stomach. It wasn't a lie that Charles was extremely hot but you always kept your feelings to yourself. You didn't want to ruin the friendship with him. You didn't know he felt the same with you but he never had courage to accept, although deep down his heart knew what it felt. His main focus was Formula 1. He didn't want to drug you into his busy world. You deserved more than that. You deserved someone who would make you his top priority, give you all of the time he has in this world. He couldn't give you that. So he stayed quiet. He watched your happiness with other guys. It always ended with your heart being broken. He was always there for you to fix your broken heart. It wasn't always physically but one phone call from him would always light up your world. 

"Would you like to go shopping tomorrow?" you asked. You knew he would never say no to that, but you tried your luck. For some reason he immediately accepted. You clapped your hands and he chuckled while excusing himself to the bed. 

-

You kept turning on the bed, your mind racing with thoughts, making you unable to fall asleep. "Maybe I can sleep if I change where I lay," you thought and took your blanket to sleep on the couch in the living room. You scrolled through Instagram, watched some videos until it drifted you off to sleep. 

You suddenly stirred awake. You tried to understand what happened and what was the time. You came to your senses when you heard sniffles coming from the balcony. You didn't expect to see Charles crying in the middle of the night. 

"Charles?", you whispered with a soft voice. "Everything okay?". You didn't touch him until he reached for your arms. He hugged you tight to find some comfort. His breath was unstable, still crying softly. It broke your heart to see him like that. You ran your hands through his hair, leaving small kisses and whispering sweet words. When he finally calmed down, he couldn't stop himself but left a small kiss on your neck, as a thank you. You bit your tongue to hold your moan. 

"I saw a nightmare," he said, looking at you with red puffy eyes. You wiped the tear from his cheek with your finger softly. He learned into your touch and closed his eyes, desperately needing everything he could get from you.

"Would you like to tell me what you saw?" you answered, he shook his head. You caressed his cheek, giving him a small smile as if to express that you are here for him. 

"You should try to fall back to sleep, mon cher, you must be so tired," you knew he wouldn't just fall back asleep after a nightmare, you didn't actually want him to just go but you also wanted for him the best. You covered your sadness with a soft smile. 

"Can you lay down with me? Please Y/N, I need it. I need your comfort," he begged you. You felt like your heart broke into millions of pieces. "Of course, Charlie, you don't have to ask me twice," he sighed in relief. You held his hand and headed towards his bedroom. The smell of his cologne filled your nose. He laid down to his bed and patted his side. You laid next to him and opened your arms for him. He gladly returned your gesture, using your chest as his pillow. 

"So soft," he murmured. "How did you hear me?" he asked. You played with his hair, "I was sleeping on the couch," you answered. He raised your head to look at your face to see if you were being serious. "Really? Why, is it because your bed is not comfortable? I can change-" you interrupted him. "No, not that. It's comfortable, it's just I couldn't fall asleep whatever I tried," you explained. 

He put his head back to your chest, feeling a little better again. "So we both had a bad night, huh?" He started drawing circles on your belly. "I thought it would be easier to sleep, now that I have you right now," he confessed. He kinda regretted his words but they just slipped out of his mouth. "What do you mean?", you asked. He sighed, he knew you would ask, "I wasn't able to sleep last few days," he answered. "Please don't ask me what I have been seeing in my nightmares," he added, hopefully you wouldn't scratch any more. 

Instead you hugged him tighter. He released some tension on your touch, "Close your eyes, mon miel," you whispered. "Stay until I fall asleep?" he asked. You kissed his hair as an answer. At this very moment, you knew Charles was the one for you. Your heart skipped a beat, thinking how you screwed up. These thoughts made you fall asleep. Even before Charles. He was about to say something to you but he stopped himself when he heard your light snores. He smiled to himself and let himself sleep in your arms.

Charles woke up to a stirring under him. He looked up and saw you murmuring something in your dream. He tried to catch your words but it was unrecognizable. "What a fucked up night," he thought to himself. He leaned up to kiss your cheek. He placed a few small kisses on your cheek, chin and neck, hoping it would wake you up and come back to him. "Mon amor, wake up, you're dreaming," he whispered, trying to wake you up. You woke up with a gasp but Charles caressed your cheek to calm you down. "It's okay, it's me, your Charles," he said, trying to soothe you. His hand was everywhere on your head. Playing with your hair first, then caressing your cheek, placing small kisses to anything to get you come to your senses.

You placed your hand to his cheek and looked at him in the eyes to let him know you were better now. "Are you okay?", he said softly. You nodded and looked around you. "What time is it?", he looked at you in disbelief and chuckled. "I took you out of a terrible nightmare and you wonder what time it is?" he tsked. "Oh wow, it's already 7:50," he answered and looked back at you. He was amazed by your beauty, puffy eyes, fluffy hair and a slight hint of red on your cheek, making him kiss and claim you. 

You suddenly get up, tried to rush out of his bed, "I'm sorry, Charles, I didn't mean to fall asleep on your bed, I was going to leave when you slept but-" he jumped on his feet making you shush, "Mon ange, don't be ridiculous, you are always welcome here with me. Plus I slept like a baby with you, can't say the same thing about you though," he teased you.

He cupped your cheek and made you look at him, "What's going on in this pretty head of yours, bébé?" You sighed, tried to look away from his gaze but every time you tried he forced you to look at him, "Just a silly dream, Charlie," you huffed.

He tilted his head, trying to get the words out of your mouth but no matter how hard he tried you didn't give up. "I'll go for a run then I'll pick you up for breakfast, alright?" you nodded and you went to your room for your morning routine. 

-

You couldn't help but think about the dream during breakfast. But after care was even worse. The way he touched you made you crave for more. "You are not listening, mon amor," Charles called out to get your attention back. "Is it about the nightmare?" you sighed, of course he wouldn't let it go. "It was a dream actually," you said. He frowned, "Huh, it felt like you were having a nightmare, so what was it about?" 

You took a deep breath. You wanted to tell him how he held your waist in your dream, how he trapped you between his body and the wall, how he kissed you. You felt your cheeks heathen up. "I don't want to talk about it," you brushed him off. 

He saw the way you blushed whenever he reminded you of the dream. He thought maybe you felt the same thing. You responded to his touch, didn't you? You always called him with pet names, you didn't do that to Arthur or Lorenzo. He knew you always had a different relationship with him, but could it be because you liked him, more than friends?

"We should go out tonight," he offered. You looked at him confused. "I know we agreed on shopping but we both had a bad night, it will be good for us. We'll relieve some stress. No race this weekend, I'm allowed to get drunk for one night," he continued. 

You weren't sure about it. It was obvious you needed that, first he had a bad race, second you missed going out with him. You accepted his offer but mentally noted not to get drunk so you wouldn't spill your darkest secret. 

-

The club was more crowded than you expect it to be. You felt Charles' hand on your waist, holding you close to him. He didn't want you to slip from his hands to someone else. You looked beautiful and he knew French men. They would try to flirt with you, take you home. He couldn't let it happen, not again, not anymore. 

After a few rounds of shots, you both sure were tipsy. He pulled you onto the dance floor, his hands were all over your body except the inappropriate parts. "You look beautiful," he whispered into your ear. You snorted, "And you are drunk." He looked so offended, first he wasn't drunk, second he really thought you looked beautiful as always. Then he thought it was the first time he said this to you in a flirty manner. "Maybe it's the alcohol that encourages me," he thought.

"I mean it, you look hot as fuck, every single guy in the club is right now jealous of me," he said. Yeah, maybe he was a little bit drunk to be tipsy. You blushed, lowered your head so he wouldn't see. He put his fingers on your chin and made you look at him. "Don't ever look away from me again when you blush. I want to see that pretty face of yours when I flirt with you," he said, a possessiveness in his voice. This was the side you've never seen on Charles. He was usually a cute and sweet best friend of yours. Sometimes he flirted with you, but you thought he did that to everyone. 

"You don't know what you are saying Charles," you said, sounding a little disappointed. You wanted to hear these for so long but he never did it while he was sober. "Look, I know I sound drunk, but I really am not. Last night made me realize things that I knew were there but never accepted. I didn't want to accept because I didn't want to get rejected. But damn, Y/N, you have no idea how much I've been wanting to kiss you and make you mine," he confessed. Suddenly he felt like a weight lifted off his shoulders. "You don't have to answer or say it back. I just don't want to pretend like your best friend. Don't get me wrong, I love being your best friend, but I also love you in a different way," he continued. 

Then he knew. The look on your face gave everything away. Charles knew every single thing about you. Every emotion, every gesture and every look. This look on your face was the exact thing he wanted to see. The relief, the happiness you could see on a child when you give them something they want. But most importantly, he saw the same kind of love he wanted to see. 

"Can I kiss you, mon amor?" he asked. You nodded, a smile appeared on your face before he captured your lips and claimed you in front of everyone. When you separated both of you had the biggest smiles you ever had. "I always wanted you to do that," you said and laughed. "Well, maybe spending time after a bad nightmare wasn't so bad," he laughed.

A/N: Likes and reblogs are appreciated! Requests are open for both F1 and Marvel!!

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc comfort #charles leclerc

[slicedmayonnaise]

I want to take a moment to talk about one of my favorite characters in RDR2: Kieran Duffy.

I've seen a few posts on my timeline recently about him and people's different interpretations of him and head canons of him. So, I'm going to add my two cents.

Now, this is my personal head canon about what type of person Kieran is and some of this may be GROSS mischaracterization.

Let's begin with the facts.

Kieran is NOT some weak, innocent, stuttering, scared man. He IS the sassy man apocalypse! He is not afraid to stand up for himself or others when he feels he needs to. He saves Arthur, for one. He is also one of the characters who can knock Arthur out and kick him out of camp when he's being an asshole. We can also see him standing up for himself to people like Javier and Sean during camp interactions. He also draws his pistol when Milton and Ross show up to camp and threaten the gang in chapter 3. He is an army vet and was part of another gang before he was taken by the O'Driscolls.

Now let's get into my personal head canons.

First of all, I don't believe Kieran Duffy is actually his name. When Arthur first asks Kieran his name, he says "I don't know" and after Arthur threatens him a bit more, he comes up with Kieran Duffy. And we of course know outlaws are notorious for using pseudonyms. We see the others use them constantly throughout the game.

Why would Kieran lie about his name though? Easy. Because he is actually secretly a badass, cold-blodded ex gang leader.

Stay with me now.

I believe Kieran was actually the leader of the gang he ran with before the O'Driscolls. And I believe he was a big time outlaw just like Colm or Dutch or Flaco Hernandez.

Why? Because why would Colm waste his time attacking and kidnapping some random guy he found camping in the woods? There had to be a reason. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's rewind.

I believe in leading his gang, Kieran became greedy and corrupt, just like Dutch did. And I believe he, like Dutch, led all of the men (and maybe women) that followed him straight to hell. One by one, they were picked off, just like with the Van Der Linde gang. And I believe the last of them were killed when Colm attacked. Maybe he was originally after Kieran for the price on his head, but decided he was more valuable to him alive. Surely if he's a big time outlaw, Kieran had thousands of dollars stashed away, which Colm would have obviously taken along with Kieran. Maybe the money he got from Kieran was more than the reward he would've gotten for Kieran's head, so he gave Kieran the choice to work for him or die with the last of his gang. Kieran obviously chose to work for Colm because he was afraid to die.

Obviously, Kieran would have felt a lot of guilt because of his gang, and would have gone through a lot of torture at the hands of the O'Driscolls. We can see in the beginning of the game that Colm is abusive towards him, which isn't surprising. He is also malnourished prior to the gang starving him as a means of making him talk. And let's look at how horrified he is at the thought of betraying Colm. He says himself that Colm is an evil man, and he expresses to Sean how scared he is of Colm. This experience would've definitely humbled him and watered him down from the tough outlaw he once was. Much like John, he no longer wanted to be a part of the outlaw life. He just wanted to live quietly with his horses and go fishing. And that's the version we get of him after he finally settles in with the Van Der Linde gang.

I also think Kieran is bisexual and gender fluid. I think he was a lot for femme presenting before he got taken by the O'Driscolls, just given his mannerisms and the way his hair is cut. It looks like he had long hair and chopped it all off Mulan style. I believe, similarly to Javier in rdr1, he stopped taking care of his looks after he joined up with Colm. He cut his hair and let his facial hair grow out, as he lost his desire for vanity.

#anyways thats my rant #live laugh love kieran duffy #kieran rdr2 #kieran duffy #i love kieran #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #red dead fandom #red dead redemption community #rdr #red dead redemption two #red dead #red dead 2

[evilcowgirl]

hiii!!! i love your writing so much omgg i just had to request :) would you write something about some of the van der linde boys with a badass gunslinging gf??

Van Der Linde boys with a gunslinging gf

pairings: javier, arthur, charles (x reader)

a/n: omg thank u so so soo much for my first ever request i was literally soo excited when i saw this !! it took a while i apologize but heres a few drabbles(?) of the 3 guys i'm able to write rn, maybe a continuation when i get into writing others ! also, merry christmas .✧⋆ !!!! :D

warnings: minor violence

word count: (combined) 4k

summery: collection of short stories, the boys with a gf who can handle a gun

Javier

You and Javier were a force to be reckoned with. Both of you were equally as dangerous apart but together somewhat of a perfect storm was created. You first met each other in a rather conventional fashion—a simple "Hello" uttered from behind a lipstick-stained rocks glass at a dingy bar.

He somehow found the courage in his under his alcohol induced haze to respond to you with words.

He barely even slurred, "Hello to you too." He took a seat right next to you. He was a little buzzed, but not unattractively so. Just enough for him to smile a bit more than he usually would and to have the confidence to suavely slide his hand over yours as you two spoke.

You didn't get too far in your conversation before you were interrupted. You were used to drunk men thinking they had a chance with you but never two at the same time. It was amusing at first but when he noticed Javier clearly holding your attention he didn't back off.

"Hey sweetheart you ignoring me?"

"Don't I look busy asshole?" You say begrudgingly shifting your attention away from Javier to the pest hovering next to you.

"C'mon sweetheart don't be mean. . ." He mumbled out, he seemed harmless but you knew how quickly guys like this could flip.

"I'm not your sweetheart, you can leave now." You said bluntly.

Clearly this guy wasn't letting up, he got even closer to you in fact. You could feel his breath against your cheek and smell the stench of liquor on his breath.

"You should be careful with an attitude like that girl," He said in a hushed tone, this time you could hear the venom in his words loud and clear, "You might end up gettin' hurt real bad."

Javier had caught the last part, perhaps not verbatim but he'd heard the words "Hurt" and "Bad" and decided he didn't care too much for clarification.

Before he was able to step in to create a space between you and the man you were quick to draw your gun on him. There were a few gasps at the quick motion, everyone in close proximity stilled waiting to see what you'd do. Including Javier who was clearly less on edge than the rest of the civilians observing the situation.

You couldn't lie, the attention you felt from all the eyes on you was exciting in a way you knew you were dead wrong for liking.

"I said to fuck off, didn't I?" You questioned, your voice was steady and smooth like you'd just been carrying on a conversation with the man and not threatening to paint the bar with his blood.

He was trembling in his seat, not able to look anywhere but from your eyes and the barrel of your gun aimed right at his chest. It was a clear threat, you always aimed to kill.

"Hey, sweetheart, look—I ain't lookin' for no trouble just drunk is all," He said nervously, his hands up in defense, "C'mon just—I was just teasing I'm harmless really!"

"I'll show you harmless alright!" You all but growled at the man. He flinched at your words but decided to keep defending himself.

He was the type to not know when to stop talking, you soaked in his desperation for a bit, waiting until he'd humiliated himself enough for one night before you lowered your gun.

"Get." You ordered him, turning away from like the moment you stopped aiming, like he'd stopped existing. He bolted without another word, tipping over his stool and stumbling over folks on the way out. You knew that it was best to leave right after him, just incase someone took offense to what had just gone down but Javier gave you a sense of security that made you feel like finishing your drink.

"Sorry about that. . ." You said smiling up at the man who was still perched right next to you, you noticed his hand on his blade sitting at his hip.

"Javier." He said returning the smile. You felt a bit giddy that you hadn't scared your man off. You were sure that he'd be leaving right behind that drunkard but here he was grinning at you like you were some angel sent down to start bar fights.

"Javier," You said slowly, letting the letters roll of your tongue, "Thats pretty." You said.

He seemed amused at that. You told him your name and that you had to get going soon for obvious reasons and he nodded.

Javier was honestly distraught at hearing that, he hopped that he'd get to spend more time with you. You were unlike any other girl he'd met. Of course it had just started as a simple lust driven opportunity, but now he wanted more from you.

"Though I'd hate to lose you so soon, muñeca​." He said leaning in closer, a confident hand coming up to stroke your cheek. You knew that he had to be crazy to be attracted to you after your outburst.

"Yeah?" you said leaning into his touch, "What about the hotel across from the sheriffs?" You suggested.

There was a twinkle in your eyes of something alive and eager that Javier knew he would never get enough of.

After just one night with you he knew that he was smitten. You'd been together for hours and fell asleep in each other's arms in a post-coital bliss. Now here he was waking up to you grabbing your gun off the nightstand before even pulling your shirt on.

"I have to see you again." He said into the dark room. You smiled immediately turning to face him. You could make out his face already looking back at you under the glow of the still barely rising. His arms resting behind his head, you couldn't tell if he'd been awake like that four hours or if you'd waken him up with your movements. You inched towards his side of the bed, not bothering to button your shirt all the way before you leaned down to kiss him. It was slow and entrancing, you felt like you could melt right into his skin as he glided a hand over your bare back. You moved the loose strands of ink colored hair out of his face to kiss his forehead and resisted the urge to stay when he grabbed your arm to keep you close.

"I have to go." You said more sorrowful than you expected. It was true, you weren't here to stay, "I can't be in town like this—I should. . .It was a risk to even be with you for a night here."

He nodded, something you didn't expect after your stuttered excuse, "I understand. I'm in a similar position." He said. You tilted your head at him in confusion. "If you'd like you can come back with me. I'm running with a few people, I'm sure you've heard of us."

You considered for a moment. You weren't stupid; you knew that Javier wasn't just a normal man you met in a bar. He didn't look like an O'Driscoll and that was all you really cared about. You had no real home and even with how much pride you took in your ability to take care of yourself you knew that strength was truly in numbers. You were alone, defending yourself with just your words and your revolver. It usually worked but you'd been way too close for comfort countless times. It was getting more dangerous everyday.

"Mmh. . . I dunno. I've been on my own so long. I'm not that good with people." You said looking down at the pale sheets beneath you. You wanted to stay here longer with him, listening to his voice for another night.

It felt ridiculous to even consider letting a man you'd just met lead you off somewhere unfamiliar just because he was a good lay. At the same time though, it felt even more ridiculous letting a chance like this go. You were tired of fighting for your life all on your own. It'd be good to have at least one person by your side, even if it was only temporary.

"I wouldn't lie to you, mi muñeca, we protect each other. You'll be safer with us—with me." He cradles one of your hands in his.

"You're real sincere, anybody ever tell you that?" You say to him jokingly.

"Yes? Just one of my many talents I suppose. Does that mean you'll join us?"

His brown eyes peer so deeply into yours. You wonder if he feels just as hopeless looking at you as you do looking at him. You lean in to kiss him once more, its just as delicate as the air feels between you two.

"Yes, I will." You say against his lips.

You feel him smile as he reaches around your waist to pull you on top of him. You squeal embarrassingly but it's covered up by another kiss, this one not so brisk.

Arthur

Arthur had always been the protective type when it came to people who he loved. It didn't matter that you could take care of yourself or even that you wanted to take care of yourself. It was natural for him to make sure you're safe; if anything was to happen to you he was sure he'd go insane.

You joined the group around the same time as Javier, the both of you bonded over your status as a newcomer and eventually your fondness for Arthur. He was stubborn and mean as a rabid dog sometimes, but there was something special—not so harsh behind those bright blue eyes.

You took a while to fess up about your feelings towards him. In the end it was you first and him following the next day, admitting to you that he felt the same way like a man admitting to a crime he'd be hung for. You'd been polishing your gun then and had the malevolent instinct to point that gun right between those blue eyes that made you so weak. It made you furious that he'd let you feel like a food for a whole night before telling you. Instead though, you dropped your gun on the wooden table where you sat at and rushed over to kiss him. Feverishly like you we're dying for it. He blushed of course, soothing you with a firm hand at you waist.

"Hey girl, calm down." He'd said with that rough chuckle of his. It was absolutely sickening how gone you were for him.

Now you were both stuck in Valentine with your guns drawn and bullets flying faster than you've ever seen. it'd started in the saloon, like things like this usually do. You decided to have a drink together and play like a normal couple for a bit. It was sweet, you with your leg tangled up against his under the bar and the way you leaned against him to let out a drunk giggle at just about everything he said, funny or not.

I'd all come to a screeching halt when Tilly came in looking terribly distressed as her eyes searched for you and Arthur. You stood up at seeing your friend like that, rushing over to her with your man not far behind.

"Tilly what is it?" You asked her looking lover her quickly to see of she was harmed.

"It's these men we was trying to rob, me and Karen. They caught on and tried to grab us both right near the general store, I got away but," She took a breath as you held her shoulder, "Karen's still with them."

You'd been angry since the moment you saw Tilly walk in with her cheeks tear-stained, but now that you knew another member of the gang was in danger you were furious.

"You stay here with him, I'll take care of this alright?" You say to her and then you're rushing off again. You pull your rifle in hand right then.

"Hey hey, wait up." Arthur says pulling your arm. You're first reaction is to tug it away from his grip, which doesn't work he only holds on tighter. "Now I ain't lettin' you go on your own," He says and you can tell that's final, you simply roll your eyes. "Tilly why don't you head back to camp, you move fast and don't make any stops. Go on and leave right after us." She nods.

"Be safe." She says to both of you, wiping a bruised cheek.

You both walk together at a quick pace but silently. He knows that you're mad at him and doesn't push it for now.

"There." You say pointing to the struggling blonde. They hadn't got very far at all with all of Karen's kicking and scratching. They seemed to have just gotten her arms tied up as she lay over one of their horses.

"Hey you sons of bitches!" You yelled as you broke into a run, "Let her go!"

They both turn to you, the shorter one of the two grabbing Karen by her tied hands and holding her in front of him as a shield. They're both grimy-looking with these snarky grins and matching blue eyes that made you feel sick as they peered into you.

"Can we help you lady?" The taller one says, a calm hand tapping against his sidearm. This was meant to intimidate you but it did nothing of the sort. You knew you could take down both of these men blindfolded and drunk in one second if it came to that.

"Alright, fun's over, let go of they lady and we'll let you on your way." Arthur said standing a bit between you and the two men. This didn't stop you from shooting daggers at them with your eyes.

"Now partner, you can't possibly expect us to let 'er off this easy after she stole from us?" The shorter one grunts. Karen stops her struggling and simply looks to you.

"We were just plannin' to teach her a lesson." The other comments with a chuckle in his voice, like this whole thing was a game to him. You couldn't take anymore of this.

"You let her go or I'll have your head splattered all across this town. Both of you." You move in front of Arthur, bumping his shoulder pretty harsh as you did. You reached for Karen but was stopped by cold metal against your side.

"Hey, get ahold of your woman 'for somethin' bad happens to her."

It's real tense all of the sudden, even more so than it was before. You stayed calm though, unfortunately quite used to having guns aimed at you. Before Arthur could make his move you were using the heel of your rifle to hit the man across his temple with all the strength you could muster.

Red splattered across the dirt as he fell unconscious. Almost simultaneously the other fell right next to him in a worse condition, a bullet just like you'd promised.

You wasted no time aiming at the other once more. You never left a jobs unfinished or a man still breathing.

"Go to hell." You whispered just to him before pulling the trigger.

"C'mon." Arthur said with a shake of his head in that low voice he used when he was pissed off at you. You couldn't help but smile at it. He was going straight towards his horse that you'd both arrived here on only an hour ago. You were sad to have tour date cut short but you had mere seconds before the law was onto you.

"Thank you both, I would've died having to listen to those two idiots bickering any longer."

You gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, telling her that it was your pleasure before catching up with Arthur.

"You grumpy man, ain't you gotten used to me yet?" You said as he helped you up on his mare. Even when he was disappointed with you, which happened much too often with you attitude, he never failed to be a gentleman. Not that he would ever admit that.

"And you ain't gotten tired of almost losing your damn life? I could've handled that" He scolds you. You lean against his back as you two make your way back to camp as a silent apology, though you plan to make it up to him later in private.

Charles

Charles was intrigued by you the moment you were brought into camp. When he first laid eyes on you your skirt all torn and frayed at the hem with Dutch carrying you over his shoulder like a misbehaved child. It wasn't too common to see newcomers being pulled in like this; a fresh face in camp met with tons of questions—especially a pretty one.

What was surprising to everyone was Charles' blatant interest in you. He asked just about everyone who you were and where you'd come from. At first it was just written off as him being overly concerned about a stranger at camp but the women quickly caught on to that glimmer in his eye when you were mentioned.

Dutch had found you attempting to hold up the same bank that he and a few others were at planning on doing the same. You'd looked so unassuming; just a harmless little thing waiting to retrieve her mail. No one gave you a second thought until you were threatening to put bullets into the skulls of anyone who so much as thought of moving.

Dutch and his boys had no choice but to comply until you were done emptying out the stash, silencing the brave bank teller who had the valour to attempt taking you out and two civilians with loud mouths within a second. Three bullets, none of them missing. After you left the boys came after you, Dutch hitting you over the head and tying you up before the law had to chance to.

"She fought like hell," Micah said talking a seat near where Charles was standing. Charles didn't much enjoy his company but tolerated it from time to time. "Nearly shot me right between the eyes, the bitch. Would have if Dutch hadn't knocked her out."

Charles simply hummed in response. He noted the abrasion right above his left eye that was still spotted with dried blood.

"I'll be glad to see someone put her down soon. Can't believe we let a woman get over on us." He continued.

You were dragged behind the wagon by Dutch where no one could see. It like that for a short while before Dutch was seen again, walking out with a proud grin on his face heading towards Charles and Micah.

Even with only having known of your existence for a few minutes Charles was desperate to find out what happened to you. Were you killed? There was no gunshot—maybe strangled?

When Dutch approached he nodded to both of you. "Charles, my boy, I'm sure you're well aware of our visitor? I trust I can ask you a favor and that you'll get it done well. She's tied up behind that wagon over yonder, get her clean, fresh clothes and something to eat. She'll be here a while."

Micah didn't hide his distaste, "She'll be staying a while? That bitch that almost killed me? If anything I should handle this, I'll scare her up real good." There was a fire in his eyes that Charles didn't like, he was out for revenge.

When Micah started to stand he pushed him back down with a firm hand at his shoulder, "If he wanted her terrorized he would've asked you." The man's dark blue eyes were shooting daggers at Charles, but he kept himself in place for his own sake. They'd had issues before and they hadn't ended well for him.

"Truly exceptional, my boy," Dutch commented, "I see value in this girl, she's dangerous and we need danger on our side during these faithless times. In all my years I've ever seen a woman handle a gun like that." He says handing over a handgun. It was sliver with floral carvings at the handle along with an engraved rabbit.

Micah scoffed but didn't protest. Just then there was a loud crash coming right from where you'd been left.

"I do suppose that that is your cue." Dutch said, taking his leave to his tent.

Charles was right behind him, heading towards you where you'd managed to knock down a few things from the wagon with your struggling. Nothing too important, just a crate of canned foods that were now surrounding you.

This didn't stop you from tugging at your restraints like your life depended on it—it just might.

When Charles approached you the first thing you noticed was your gun in his hand. After that, it was the long haired man holding it. He was taller than the rest of the men who'd helped in taking you hostage. Broad shoulders and a muscular figure hidden behind his loose fitting shirt.

"Hey my gun! You got it back for me." You said excitedly.

"Yeah, just as long as you don't try anything with it. I'm hoping I won't regret it." He seemed sweet enough.

You smiled to him when he handed you your gun. You used one hand to take your gun and the other to shake his hand right after. He was taken aback by your touch but still shook your hand anyways. You thought childishly that your hands fit together really nicely.

"Well, I ain't really got any reason to shoot you. I just met you, i'm civil enough," You said, " I don't even know your name yet." You knew in your conscience that you had no business wanting to know this mans name, any of the men infact. They had all played a part in your capturing and unlawful imprisonment here.

"It's Charles, and Civil?" Charles said with an easy smirk on his face. You thought of how good it felt to make him smile.

"Of course! About as civil as they come these days. I hope you aren't attempting to dishonor a lady, Charles." You say patting his leg.

"Robbing a bank and shooting three people is civil?"

"Nowadays. . ." You say honestly. It was about the only way for someone like you to get by, other than selling yourself in town.

"I guess so. . . I can't say much since my friends were in there looking to do the same. They say you're really good with a firearm." Charles says.

"Who said? The blonde one? I should've shot him where he stood when I had the chance—the bastard." You remember the way he'd grabbed you right when you left the bank. You were sure you had a bruise on your arm from it. Though, you'd certainly left him worse off.

"Micah. . . yeah he's something." The man says not sounding too offended at how you'd blatantly insulted his gang mate.

"Is that what y'all call degenerates 'round here?" You said with a laugh. You could tell Charles somewhat agreed. You weren't sure too what extent with his whole 'impassive observer' thing he had going on. "I need to keep one eye open if i'm gonna be here a while if he's just wandering around. We didn't really have great first impressions."

The man nodded, "You emasculated him. He's frightened of you."

You smiled, a smile too sweet to be owned by who Charles had been told was a murderer. "He should be. He's real lucky to be alive." There's a brief pause where you think over your next words but eventually you decide that you have nothing left to lose. "You seem different than the rest of them."

Charles seems surprised by your observation. It was obvious to you though, he had a calm air around him that was refreshing after being manhandled by the rest of the gang up until you found yourself here on the ground. Of course, you didn't know Charles very well. All that you knew at this point was his first name and how remarkably handsome he was.

"We have our differences, as does anyone with such a large group like ours. You'll fit in well." He says.

You raise an eyebrow at him, "What makes you think I'll be staying?" You ask him.

"Dutch plans to keep your around, but I'm sure if you really want to get out of here you could ." He shrugs.

It's getting late, you feel the slight chill of the night creeping in and you envy the girls you see sitting out by their tents. It really was a fine set-up. With a cook and women to do chores. They obviously had their fair share of muscle, even a few men you hadn't met yet. Still it hurt your pride to think of submitting to a place like this.

"You seem impartial. You wouldn't miss me Charles?" You teased.

He looked away flustered at your words. "One of the worst things you can do is keep something wild in captivity."

You searched his face for something more, a hint to what he was thinking, but there was none. You yawned, stretching our your bound legs as much as you could.

"I'm pretty tired, maybe I could think it over tonight?" You suggested. If by the morning you decided this spontaneous crush was nothing more and came to your senses you'd be able to get out of there before sunrise.

"We'd have to find somewhere for you to sleep." He said gesturing for your legs. You shifted closer to him, dirtying your dress even more so that he could release you. His skilled fingers worked over the knot, loosening it enough for you to kick it off.

"Thank you." You smiled

You both made your way over to a lean-to where Charles lays down a cot. You feel just as out pf place as you look but your try not to let it bother you. You wave at a few friendly faces and keep your head down at others.

"I would feel better with you sleeping near me, with your situation and all." You nod. You have your gun back, but you're exhausted and honestly you feel better with Charles right next to you.

That night you spend hours talking about each and everything that pops into your head. You find yourself more talkative than usual even though Charles is a man of very few words. He's a delightful listener. He gives these subtle nods and hums that let you know he cares about whatever you're saying. By morning you find yourselves face to face and much closer than you'd started the night before.

When he finna opens his eyes a few minutes after you theres still stars in the dark morning sky. The glow of the sun not yet risen leaves a gorgeous hue over everything beneath it. It's so peaceful, the security of camp and feeling Charles' warmth from how close you two we're laying.

You whisper, "I think I'll stay."

#rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #javier escuella #javier escuella x reader #charles smith #charles smith x reader #arthur morgan imagine #javier escuella imagine #charles smith imagine #red dead redemption 2

[grave-z-boy]

Arthur Morgan x hunter!male!reader headcanons

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Male Reader

Summary: After a long day of hunting, you set up camp, only to nearly be trampled by a horse with an unconscious man as it’s rider.

Warning: Arthur got shot, blood, mild description of killing/skinning deer, you almost get trampled, mentions of a bar fight, and drinking, implications of prostitution and sex.

Masterlist

You were in the woods after a long hunt, resting against a tree, nearly asleep when you heard the familiar sound of a horse galloping.

You ignored it at first, but as the galloping kept drawing closer, you finally opened you eyes, only to see a horse running towards you with great haste.

You managed to move just in time for the horse to fly past you.

As you turned to yell at the rider, the horse slowed suddenly, before stopping just a few meters away. Then the rider fell off the saddle and landed in a heap on the floor.

The horse didn’t spook when you drew near, it didn’t even move when you kneeled down to check on its rider.

Turning him on his back, you could see a growing splotch of blood pooling at his side, you nearly considered him a dead man, but you saw his chest rise in a sudden gasp of air, and his breathing, which had previously been halted, continued at a mostly steady pace.

You dragged him back to your little camp and attempted to patch up his wound as best as you could. You were only used to patching yourself or animals up, but this wasn’t that different. Seems like he’d been grazed by a bullet, a deep graze, but nothing too harmful. You eventually found the real cause of his unconscious state, there was a gash on the side of his head, probably got hit by a rock or something- it looked nothing like a bullet wound or even a knife wound.

The sun eventually set, you tossed a spare blanket over the man and pulled him a bit closer to the fire as the cold night set in.

He came too as you were cooking, nothing special, just a bit of the meat from the deer you’d caught earlier that day.

You didn’t even realize he’d woken up until you heard the sound of a gun clicking.

Looking down at him, you weren’t really scared, you’ve been held at gunpoint before, and with the shape he was in, you doubted he could hit you if you were two feet in front of him.

So you kept on cooking, eventually, he decided you weren’t a threat, holstering his gun.

“Where am i?”

“Just west of Strawberry, a bit off the lake.”

He didn’t settle that night, not when you offered him food, or water, not when he eventually bled through his bandages, and not when he became light headed and needed to lie down.

You could only feel so bad for the man, sure, he’d been through a tussle, but at the moment you were taking care of him and you really didn’t appreciate the way he was looking at you.

“What are you doing out here all by yourself?”

“I could ask you the same.”

A very stale first meeting, though, you did appreciate what it would later bring.

In the morning you went your separate ways, you headed deeper into the forest, and he headed into town.

You figured you wouldn’t be seeing him again, you’ve never seen him in or around town before so he was probably just passing through or something.

You finished your hunt and headed home, the deer you’d caught draped over your horse, it’s neck still leaking blood from where you arrow had punctured it.

You skinned it, sold the pelt and the meat, and even sold the antlers before heading home.

You didn’t live in town, you lived in a little cottage just outside of it, you used to live with your sisters, but they had all moved out at this point, moving onto bigger, better things than hunting.

You didn’t mind, they’d both found themselves rich husbands to move them somewhere nice. You couldn’t do that for a few reasons, but you wouldn’t complain- not frequently at least.

Night came faster than expected, you figured you’d either loitered in the town to long or you’d been taking too much of a stroll on your way.

You decided to head home, you rode out quickly but eventually settled at a nice slow pace.

You paused for a moment when you spotted a wagon, unmoving, right in the middle of the road, with a man was stationed right in front of it.

As you drew closer, you figured you were about to be robbed, you’d seen them and they had no doubt seen you, it was only a matter of time before a gang or something jumped out of the surrounding foliage and threatens to kill you.

Sighing as you continued on, drawing closer to the stationary wagon.

As the man outside became more clear, the cigarette in between his lips lighting his face a bit, you recognized him.

You almost laughed, it was the man you’d helped- he seemed to recognize you too, him face lighting up with surprise as he blew smoke out of his mouth.

“Don’t I know you.” He said once you were just a few feet away. You could hear the sarcasm in his voice.

“What are you doing out here, you should be resting.”

“I rested enough.”

“Mmhm, how that head a’ yours?”

“Fine.”

You heard a sudden crash from inside the carriage, then bellowing laughter of one man and at least two women.

Glancing back at the man, he said,

“Just waiting for them to finish up in there.”

“How long you been out here?”

“‘Bout an hour.”

You don’t know why you asked, considering you were convinced that you were gonna get robbed a few moments ago.

“Wanna go for a ride?”

You didn’t except him to say yes

He unhitched one of the horses from the carriage, causing it to rock a bit, disturbing the people inside.

He rode without a saddle, off the main road and into the forrest.

“I’m y/n, by the way.”

“‘m Arthur.”

You rode in silence for a few minutes, just taking in the night and the nature around you.

“So- uh,” you started, “How’d you end up in the woods like that?”

He took a moment to respond, “‘ got caught in a bar brawl with some hunter, his friend ain't like watching his boy go down too much, shot me from across the damn room. I tried to make it back to camp before bleeding out... But the next thing I know I'm at your camp getting patched up.”

You almost laughed, “so you tried to shoot me.”

“I didn't.”

“Please, you would've if your ass could see straight.”

You ended up hitching your horses to a tree and walking along the lake.

It was surprisingly calm.

You talked with Arthur longer than you meant to, you don't know how much time passed, but you glanced up at the sky and saw that it had gone from deep blue, to a lighter purple.

“Shit,” you laughed, “we've been out here all night.”

“So we have.”

He chuckled and you laughed with him.

Pushing himself up off the ground, he offered a hand out to you. You took it, he hoisted you up, harder than you thought he would. You stood with less than a foot between you, face to face with Arthur. You didn’t move back, and neither did he. There was a small smile on his face, you realized he still held your hand in his. A part of you wanted to laugh and pull away but you didn’t.

The other part of you, which was much larger, and much louder, told you to kiss him. So you did, it was just a quick peck, but Arthur looked just as shocked as you did. Even though you were the one who initiated it, you didn’t fully expect yourself to.

Before you could turn and run, you were grabbed by your arm and pulled into a kiss, not as shy or quick as yours had been, maybe a bit nervous but you doubt the man in front of you would ever admit that.

After pulling away the two of you stared at each other for a moment, the other becoming clearer and clearer as the sun steadily rose.

“We should get back-“ you choked out, “your friends probably worried.”

He let out a low laugh, “you might be right.”

The ride back was uneventful, not in a bad way, you talked, riding slow and steady back to where the carriage had been.

When you finally got back, Arthur opened the carriage only to see the man he was with, as well as two women, passed out and presumably extremely hung over.

You said your goodbyes with a small hope of seeing each other again.

(Just wanted to write something quickly so my blog wouldn’t be empty lol. Let me know if you want more)

#arthur morgan x male reader #arthur morgan x male!reader #arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption 2 x male reader #red dead redemption 2 x male!reader #x male reader #x male!reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan rdr2 #male reader insert #✮ — z boy

[bluecatwriter]

Me to @animate-mush: You'd better not whump Arthur in your Blood of My Blood series! >:(

Also me: *writes this*

(Thank you Mush and @ibrithir-was-here for this ongoing story! I couldn't resist throwing my hat in the ring.)

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Lord Arthur Godalming had failed one of the women he loved.

This knowledge rested on him like a crushing atmosphere. It was the air he breathed, the water he drank, the shifting seasons of his emotions. Winter and summer of thoughts, an endless cycle.

Most days, he thought he had failed Mina. 

The last image of her was burned into his mind forever: the snow, the spatters of red, the snarl on her face— the way Jonathan leaped between her and the others, kukri knife flashing, drawing a line of blood that Arthur, in the end, hadn't crossed.

You must promise me, one and all—even you, my beloved husband—that, should the time come, you will kill me.

That was her request. Arthur had sworn. He had offered his hand. If you should ever need a man's help, you will not call in vain, he had said. It had turned out to be a lie, a lie that haunted him through the years, a cord around his neck that kept him from ever breathing fully. He knew he had consigned her to the realm of the undead, tortured over the long years as her soul struggled like a butterfly in a web, straining for peace. He had failed.

But on the days he believed he'd failed Mina, that meant he had saved Lucy. That meant that souls were eternal and heaven was real, and his beloved fiancée was living peacefully with the angels, and so he could bear it.

He'd moved on after they'd lost the Harkers. He had things to focus on: keeping Jack alive, getting them safely home, and later on, putting his efforts into making sure no undead would disturb them again. Adopting his daughter, pouring love and effort into giving her the best life possible. 

And now, this young man, barely more than a child, had shown up on his doorstep, looking so much like Mina…

He'd tried to keep his distance from the young man at first. Referred to him as "it" in his head, doggedly, analyzing every movement of his face to twist it into suspicion. Yet Arthur was not cold by nature, and it was impossible for his heart to be unmoved by the young man's bright smile, his eagerness to understand and be understood.

Arthur knew the signs of a child who had been raised in a loving home, and young Quincey bore them all.

On nights, after Arthur had kissed his daughter goodnight and retreated to the darkness of his own room, he felt a knife twisting in his gut, and it was very hard to believe in heaven and angels and eternal souls at all. He imagined the Harkers, undead but still caring for their child, their bodies clinging to life by any means necessary, as all creatures desire life, finding a way to scrape out joy and love and kindness in the midst of darkness.

On those nights, Arthur thought that he had not failed Mina at all.

But that meant he had failed the other woman he'd loved.

#my writing #blood of my blood #dracula fanfiction #arthur holmwood #quincey harker

[i-plague-eater]

It took me long to choose characters but I've ended with Elyon, Orube and Yazoo (from FFVII). First, Elyon.

I like her shaggy hairstyle in cartoon a lot! It is a reason for Kane/Phobos to has his hair so wild! But in a comic book her silhouette is much closer to Weira and they're said to be very look alike, so I've came with a compromise between comic and cartoon versions. Her iconic sweater is a noticeable detail too, plus it's purple and purple always gives a magical and mystique vibe.

I'm not gonna lie: as a kid, I've never been fond of her. As far as I know, most fans say the same as I do: she's too sugary sweet, naive, gullible and never had a chance to kick Phobos's ass. But as she's one of the characters in my fancomic In Breach, I followed my commom approach "You can't have a character in your script and feel a subjective grudge towards them". So I started asking myself why Elyon is acting the way she does. And I've discovered а very interesting fact.

Why she WOULDN'T act the way she does?

She is an ordinary teen girl, not the smartest, not the brightest (when it's not about amazing drawing skills that she share with Hay Lin. I mean, come on!). She isn't the most socially successful, as she mentioned in a cartoon "I'm a teenager without friends" (in rus dub). The ordinary "normal" type. Her only stable relationship is with Cornelia and Alchemy. She's so unnoticed that only Alchemy notified the police that Elyon is missing. And Alchemy is not a teacher, just a classmate. A family has disappeared and literally no one (including neighbors) told to police that lights were off for a long time.

Yes, we see Elyon in a background from time to time and she even says a phrase or two. She's not an outcast type, she hangs with the others BUT every time we see her involved it also involves Cornelia who was most likely the one who invited her. And she's always slightly away from the rest making me think she only does this to mix with her surroundings. We never see her hanging with her own company or even a single friend instead of the main heroes or Alchemy (who's also a Cornelia friend). Or Bryan... but it was a sad and short story. We never see her having a long dialogue unless we know who she really is. It's an arguable point tho as the story is about W.I.T.C.H girls and script writers probably were trying to keep a secret of her true nature.

But when Cedric appears! Unlike her furtive parents that always withhold something and Cornelia who's all about herself (with all the respect to Cornelia), Cedric just... listens to her. He shows compassion, non-judgmental approach and sound sincere. With him Elyon feel being special. Not to mention that Cornelia has betrayed her for Will (we know the reason behind it but Ely doesn't).

And then! Bang! Suddenly Elyon becomes THE special. The only one! She's like Harry Potter who got a letter from Hogwarts, like issekai character, the fucking King Arthur, THE CHOSEN ONE! Common people of Meridian are praying on her, servants are ready to perform any caprice, Miranda is being nice and ready to play with her, her older brother is such a sweet and cheerful person who would do just anything for her. She's like Coraline who found the other mother. And this case is actually so good that it should be in a video "How and why people fall for abusive relationship or being lured into a sect".

The only thing she can be accused is being too gullible but she acts as a person who grasps any straw. Who would you choose? Parents who lied to you for your whole life? Fake friends who replaced you with a new girl.

We can go deeper here. Remember the first scene with Elyon in a comic book? She got a low grade and instead of supporting her, her "friends" invent a humiliating punishment to hit on a stranger. Although they know she's quite shy! What a nice company we have here, don't we?

Don't get me wrong, teenagers may show low empathy due to their age. Cornelia isn't a bad person too. She's the most loyal friend one might only dream of! Both in a comic book and cartoon she stays at Elyon's side and refuse the idea of her friend being evil. Although Elyon did a lot in a comic book to be judged. Cornelia risks her own life to get to her. BUT she's still quite an narcissist type. Such people attract very specific friends: those who always stay in their shadow, never a threat or a competitor. You can see others confronting her in either passive-aggressive form or trying to show her a place like Irma does. But Elyon was with Cornelia since they were small kids. I have a theory that Elyon actually wins from it too: she seem very "normal" by hanging with a popular friend who would invite her to every party. And literally no one can say no to Cornelia, right? And Elyon seem present in the society. And at the same time she actually isn't.

So here's the whole picture: Elyon isn't a scapegoat outcast like Martin, she isn't labeled as "odd" like Hay Lin. BUT she's not a successful either. She's a blank one, that average conformal person that does their best to suit "normal" standarts. She's short on social contacts, she's breadcrumbed by Cornelia and has no friends outside her pack. As we remember, Alchemy is also Cornelia's friend. Both Browns are hideous, insanely quiet people who made a very, very isolated, incapsulated family to the point that no one even notices their absence. They do their best to lay low and they teach Elyon to act the same way (we know why, but it's quite unhealthy thing you know). I bet Eleanor is quite unhappy with Ely's marks, but I'm not sure if she's strict about it. She's been shown as a good parent in both comic and cartoon. Although the way Elyon agreed to throw them in prison in a comic so easily is something that keep my brain buzzing.

Sooo my idea is that her reliance problems has started long before the cartoon events. Her social contacts never worked properly to begin with and that's why Cedric got her so easily. Not to mention his speech skills. Elyon was a quiet, shady kid with a certain tendency for escapism. Drawing on her level is quite a specific trait that requires a lot of time spend alone and some wild imagination. I think while she never shows this in a cartoon and probably suppressed it, she was really envy of Cornelia, Irma, Hay Lin and even Taranee having huge and nice families, lots of friends and being very bright people. While she's... on the sidelines. There's a thick wall of white lies between her and her parents. She's... no one. Only Cedric shown her what being heard and important is.

Although all the above is cool, it makes her a bit bland to my personal taste. So in my AU called In Breach I given her a bit salt and spice by returning her some of her comic characteristics. I see her as a stalker type, very jealous and vengeful, but too afraid of showing aggression and staring a feud. She would write some really nasty fanfiction about her foes and spread rumors, make ugly caricature on Grumper sisters. Might even play a nasty prank on someone if she can get away unnoticed. But nothing violent, just humiliating.

So, imagine this lost envious girl stumbling across another narcissist. Different from Cornelia, quite a violent type. The one who seem to be afraid of no one. Like, literally not a single person can tell him what to do - even the police (on a first glance. In reality, he's afraid of jail as fuck). The one who questions the moral, the normality, the good and evil. AND telling her this is what she can and should be. WELL WELL WELL WHO COULD THAT BE)

Also, a song that must be a soundtrack for her kicking Phobos's butt in a cartoon.

#w.i.t.c.h. #w.i.t.c.h fanart #w.i.t.c.h #elyon escanor #w.i.t.c.h elyon #w.i.t.c.h. elyon #art challenge #Spotify #draw fanart of a character #elyon brown

[amalthea9]

So @professorlehnsherr-almashy did our family time call today and played a version of the game Heartthrob that he put together using some fandoms! Characters from Doctor Who, The Terror, Hornblower, Psychoville, Six Idiots productions, a few favorites from Jane Austin, The League of Gentlemen, What We Do in Shadows, and some rogue favorite characters!

Basically the game is that you draw 3 characters and then draw 2 red flags for each character to have.

You then have to guess who the other person will date/marry and choose one yourself.

Here are the results of the game!

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Lee had to marry Pat(BBC Ghosts) for the tax break

Both Lee and Hannah married Lt. Bush(Hornblower)

Both married Ainley!Master

Both married the 13th Doctor

Hannah married Phillip 2nd of Spain(Bill) and because Hannah the 1st of Spain

Lee will date Nandor(WWDS) and be Leto the first of Nandor's country(that ibcant spell I'm so sorry)

Both married Jamie McCrimmon because he does wax sealed love letters

Both married Jeremy (Psychoville) who is wanted in every state except Florida because Florida doesn't want him and he also dives for sunken treasure @fandomsmeantheworldtome (these were Jeremy's red flags and I died🤣)

Both dating/married Eric!Master(Doctor Who)

Married Stella(TLOG) but she refuses to wash her hands and is a serial killer(but the serial killer part isn't the bad part)

Both married Negatus who speaks only in foreign language accent and has a secret stash of frog porn(which could mean anything in Yonderland honestly)

Both dating/marry Harry Goodsir(The Terror)

Both married Mr. Blanky for both of us even though he melts if he gets wet and dabbles in torture.

Lee married Lancelot(King Arthur 2004) who eats pineapple on pizza and is jealous of Lee's cats.

Hannah marries Geoff(TLOG) who is super clingy and is a vampire(and not the sexy kind)🤣🤣🤣 @almost-born-in-1893

I marry all four Georges(Horrible Histories)

Leto marries FitzJames:

Both married Aelestan (Vikings)

Both marriedbDhawan!Master and Hannah finally succumbs to Satan's temptations.

Leto marries Lee(8th Doctor Companion) who owns the British Maritime Museum

Hannah married Styles(Hornblower) who writes erotic fanfiction and loves olives(there's no lie here🤣🤣🤣)

Prince Phillipe(Versailes) Collects humans skulls. Lee: I'm going to marry him faster!

The Google spinning wheel decided High Denis(Taskmaster) but Hannah decided Clara(Doctor Who) for Lee to marry because those two on the Tardis with a bunch of kids is too cute.

Both married George IV(Horrible Histories) who is a serial killer and has an unlimited amount of cheese.

Both married Lazlo(WWDS) because Guillermo was secretly Lee's clone.

Both married Nadjia(WWDS) who can't remember your name and spends more time in horny jail than with you.

*Highlight: Lee managed to pull Horatio, Cotard, and Pellew for one round*(Hornblower) and Hannah is dating Cotard and Lee married Horatio.

For the final round we had four candidates:

Elder Vex(Yonderland), Jenny (RRR), Marianne(Sense and Sensibility), and Romana II(Doctor Who)

Elder Vex eats crayons and ends every conversation with "you're dismissed."(which sounds right) Jenny has a dozen kids from a dozen partners and has a pet boa constrictor

Final Round: Lee married Jenny & Marianne

Hannah married Jenny & Vex

Random funny photos I took:

This was so fun and thank you everyone who reads all of these and I hope you enjoy it!!🥰🥰🥰

@ariel-seagull-wings

#fun with fandoms #fandom #fandom crossover #fun with friends #family time #the best part of my week!!

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Low honour Arthur "not too fast. I ain't had a good look at ya"

Captured & Captivated

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader

oneshot: low honor Arthur, bounty hunting

warnings: nudity, suggestive, mentions of sexual themes

summary: You get caught by a bounty hunter. After some consideration, he is ready to grant you your freedom...in exchange for a little strip show.

2700 words, 15 minutes reading time

The moment you heard some twigs break you knew it was too late. No matter how fast you tried to jump up and draw, the cold grip of someone's gun hit your temple with such force that you barely caught the shadow of the man who had ambushed you. You were out even before your body slumped to the ground. As consciousness and the events that had caused you to lose it slowly started to return to you, you not only felt your throbbing head but also a dull nausea that left you wondering what you had gotten yourself into. You opened your eyes to find yourself thrown over the back of a horse, your head dangerously dangling around with your gaze on the floor. Uncomfortably close to two very strong, brown hindlegs of a stallion. Having a visual to pair with the sickening motion of a trot didn't help at all, you feared of losing balance and slipping off. The realisation that your hands and legs were tied didn't do anything to relief this anxiety.

"Good. Yer awake", a voice drawled almost enthusiastically. "That you?", the man who you couldn't quite see – since turning your head so far up would definitely lead to you falling off the horse – asked, before he dangled a bounty poster in front of your face.

"No", you spit, almost chocking on your lie.

"Huh", the piece of paper disappeared from your field of view, "Looks an awful lot like ya though. Guess it's close enough to fool the law, don'tcha think?" The man was clearly amused. And he was right. The drawing had a striking similarity to you. Well, it was you after all. They hadn’t even bothered to draw a worse picture, no. It had every little detail of your goddamn face. You'd pay decent money to just have it changed magically right now. But you had bigger problems now, though your head with a pretty sum on it was the reason you were having those problems in the first place.  

"Sir? Can we stop?", you pleaded after the horse had crossed a rocky path. You felt sick. Certainly, you would throw up any second now and you weren't so sure if this gentleman would take kindly to you throwing up all over his horse. However, you waited in vain for an answer.

"Sir, I'm going to be sick!", you tried to announce. He only clicked his tongue and took his time to think of a reply. "We won't stop." "I'm not kidding. I feel real sick and I'd hate to get my lunch on your horse just in case it decides to throw me of if I do so if we could just-", you babbled on quickly in the hopes it would annoy the man enough to finally stop. Instead, you just heard him mumble a "Shut up" before his flat hand met your face and you were unconscious yet again.

You woke up to the crackling of a fire and its warmth on your face. Ropes cut into your skin as you became aware that bark was uncomfortably pressing itself into your back. You were tied to a tree, right opposite of a campfire. Finally, your eyes had adjusted to the dark of the night and you could look at the man who you had to thank for the ordeal. He sat only a few feet away from you, some sort of notebook open on his one thigh, the other one was momentarily used as a table for a can of beans which he slowly spooned into his mouth.

"You're no bounty hunter, sir, are you?", you asked after a couple of moments passed without the man noticing your waking up.

"Not normally, no", he answered without looking up.

"Why not letting me go? Twenty dollars sure aren't worth the trouble", you tried your sweetest voice. You knew that pretty much anybody would go through a hell lot of trouble for twenty dollars, but you were ready to try every trick in the book to get out of this. You'd cry and beg and promise because any humiliation would be better than rotting in jail.

"Seein' as you threw up all over my horse, I'd like to have those 20 dollars", the man stated, now finally looking up. His expression was cold. You could tell he wasn't having a good time.

"I'm sorry. But I did warn you", you tried a desperate smile.

The man considered you for a while. He simply sat there, looking you up and down like he was searching for something specific, yet, he didn't seem to know what exactly it was he was looking for. Then he fumbled with a pack of cigarettes, fiddling one out.

"What did ya do anyway? Ya got a pretty face for a criminal, too pretty if yer ask me", he mumbled, rolling the cigarette between his fingers before he put it to his mouth, now searching his pockets for some matches.

"Did do nothing. I was framed for stealing though", you said. Your feet awkwardly shuffled in the dry earth; your position was rather uncomfortable.  

"So...", the man started with a deep voice, pausing to light his cigarette, "What would you offer me if I let ya go?"

There was this look again. While he was lazily smoking, he had leant back until his back touched the fallen trunk that was behind him, his eyes roaming your body like it was his - in a sense it very much was at the moment. Now it was your move to offer something for your freedom. You didn't have much, that's for sure. Your belongings were barely worth twenty dollars and you carried nothing on you that was of significant value. You sighed. Not because you didn't have anything materialistic to offer, but because you knew that's not what he was after.

"What are you suggesting, sir?", you asked, uncertainty and insecurity in your voice spurring on the cowboy in front of you.

"Strip for me and I'll let ya go", his eye-contact was making your knees tremble. (Or was it just due to the unbeneficial position he had tied you to the tree?). It didn't sound like a suggestion or offer, rather like a threat. And yet, you released a breath…you had expected worse. When you formed the words "What?" he simply clicked with his tongue and grumbled a "Ya heard me girl."

You nodded. At first a bit hesitantly, then strongly. To hell with it, stripping was better than hanging. "Okay. Okay yeah, I'll do it", you hoped that your nervousness wasn't too obvious. You felt like it made you fragile, like you exposed your weakness. Striping? No problem?! You'll get off some clothes. Don't even have to pretend that there's someone there looking. It'll be fine. Better than rotting in jail. Still, you swallowed huge when the man stood up and approached you. He appeared so determined, looking down on you like you were a scared rabbit.

With a sharp knife he sliced clean through the ropes. You looked down to your wrist in which the rope had painfully cut, the man still in front of you, when the knife was suddenly pushed into the bark next to your head. It made you yelp, you couldn't help it.

"If ya try to run, yer dead. Understood?", he warned, leaving the knife where it was, turning his back towards you and walking back to his spot. It was just for a second that you looked to the knife next to your head, just for a moment that you considered just taking it and...maybe attack him? It was stupid the longer you thought about it, you had no chance against a brawny fellow like that. Also, when you looked at him again, he sat there, his revolver resting on his thigh, pointing towards you. You knew he had read your thoughts.

A bit hurriedly you got out of your boots and started to unbutton your blouse when his voice made you pause. "Slow down, girl. Take yer time. Ya better make it worth the twenty bucks", he took a long drag from his cigarette after he had finished his command. Your face dropped. In no way was simply stripping off your clothes worth twenty bucks, and for sure this gentleman wouldn't be pleased with your body...not twenty dollars like pleased. Ugly was not one of the attributes you would use to describe yourself, but neither was particularly pretty or even...worth paying for to see naked. When the man in front of you saw you pondering, something in his expression shifted. It was only for a mere second that he slightly scrunched his nose and raised his eyebrows, only an inch that he moved his suddenly restless body on the ground. But you caught it. Caught this short moment where it honestly looked like he was stressing about having expressed some doubts about the way you look. Like he hadn't been ignorantly staring at you most of the time you were out, like he hadn't given your appearance a whole side in his journal.

"I'm not good at this kinda stuff, mister", you admitted anxiously, your hands still on your buttons where they had been when he had urged you to slow down.

His voice suddenly was raspy, not like the low growl and drawl from before, but as if he had choked on his own saliva. "Don' worry, darlin'. I'm easily satisfied", he smiled. Warmly. The second he saw you gaining back just a bit of your confidence, his warmth was all gone. He shifted, leaning back on the trunk and watched you like a hawk, his eyes yet again cold with not a hint of a smile on his face. But for you, that was fine. You realised that he is a human too, even though he might not seem very happy about exposing himself.

Your eyes fell on an opened bottle of whiskey. You nodded towards it: "I might perform better after a drink", you suggested sweetly. "Sure", the man shrugged, back with his low Southern drawl. He didn't care if you drank some of his whiskey, he'd invite you to chuck down the whole thing, as long as he could stare at you doing so, especially with the few top buttons of your blouse open.

When you bent forward you had already decided to make this into a game for you. The gun was still pointing in your direction and a man twice your size was watching you like a prison guard, so you might as well try your best to secure your freedom. Bending down, you exposed a bit more of your cleavage and taking up the bottle carefully, you let a drop of alcohol escape your mouth just to catch it with your finger and lick it off. This earned you an audible grunt from the gentleman in front of you.

With a smile you turned around, showing him your back and steadily exposing your shoulders. You unbuttoned the rest of the blouse, letting it slide to the ground. The cold night air hit your skin and made your hair stand up. For a second, you thought you'd shiver, but a step closer to the fire prevented you from cooling down too much. You turned around again, watching the face of the man as he gawked at you slowly raising your skirt. Firstly, you only showed an ankle, then you raised it more until almost all of your lower leg was exposed. The man in front of you was transfixed on the little patch of skin on your leg, so he hadn't realised that your other hand had been busy with loosening the strings of your skirt and when it suddenly completely dropped into the dirt you could see his surprise.

The cowboy took a deep breath. One of his hands wandered towards the pistol, gripping it until his knuckles went white, maybe to divert your attention away from the bulge that was growing in his crotch, which he palmed with his other hand.

"You want me to-", you started.

"Sure", came his answer.

As slowly as you could possibly managed you got out of your tank top. Just like that, you were left half-naked and feeling a bit awkward. You began walking towards the man, keeping your distance, and circling him twice. You felt ridiculous, telling yourself this wasn’t exactly seductive, but he seemed to like it. His eyes never left you. This time, without asking, you got out of your panties.

A quiet whistle of appreciation came from the man and it conjured a smile to your face. For a second you had forgotten that you were stripping for your life, it felt strangely wholesome and safe. But when a gust of wind hit you, it made you shiver violently.

"Sir- May I-"

"Not too fast. I ain't had a good look at ya", his voice was low and considering. So you remained still a moment, before you took up the bottle again, deciding to let the alcohol warm you from inside.

"Mhh, gimme that, would ya?", with his pistol he pointed at your blouse and tank top. You were a bit confused but picked it up and brought it to him. Approaching, he didn't even bother trying to look you in the eye when there was so much else to be looked at. You handed him your clothes, which he took and after a second of hesitation threw into the fire.

Your cry got stuck in your throat. The warm chuckle of the man and the crackle of your clothes burning was all that could be heard.

"Alright, then...", the man announced, flicking his cigarette away, "yer free to go."

"Wai- what? You just....you just burned my clothes? What do you mean I'm free to go? How am I supposed to go? Naked?!"

"Yer still got yer skirt."

"Yes but?!"

Suddenly, the man stood up. The figure you had looked down to for the last five minutes grew in front of you like a mountain.  

"Go. I give ya yer freedom. Walk off! And look pretty doin' it", with his head he nodded towards the dark outline of the open country. There was nothing out there except a chilly night, wild animals and starvation.

"You're kidding, right?", you asked, "I'm gonna die out there. I'm like…a served table, easy food”, you heard him whisper a 'that's for sure' under his breath "and not just for the animals! I'm gonna freeze to death."

"Not my problem, darlin'", he smiled dismissingly, turning away from you to stir the fire, "Thanks for the show, though."

You stormed off, quickly slipping into your underwear and skirt, crossing your arms in front of your naked breast and walking off. You didn't walk far, just behind some trees where the light of his fire wouldn't reach you. You should just wait until he falls asleep, rob him, maybe kill him, take his horse and ride of like nothing ever happened. You were still mulling over your plan, trying to keep feeling in your hands by blowing hot air into your palm when you heard his raised voice from the fire.

"Ya know, ya can always come back and join me by the fire. I'll keep ya warm. If...yer not havin' some funny business on your mind...", he offered.

No way he knew you were still there. And yet…what were your options? If he knew you were close, he wouldn't go to sleep any time soon and you'd freeze and...god damn it. With tilt head he watched you leaving the shadows. He hadn't seen you for maybe a couple of minutes but the joy he felt when his eyes found your bare skin again was indescribable. You didn't hesitate to sit as closely to the fire as possible, right next to the whiskey bottle.

"Have any plans so I won't freeze to death? Got any spare clothes?"

"I'm sure we'll think of s'mthin'", he teased.  

#arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan fanfiction #red dead redemption community #rdr2 #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 fanfiction #rdr #rdr fanfiction

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'Do you think he knows me?'

Pairing - Arthur Morgan x F'reader

Summary - Many years have passed since your sweetheart and husband, Arthur Morgan, had died upon that mountain. Now situated in the mountains within a small cabin just some feet away from your husbands resting place, you have a daughter - Arthur's daughter. One short trip away leaving your child to her own devices suddenly results in the most heart breaking and heart warming shock of your life.

Word Count - 3089

Warnings - Death, mentions of murder, some swears and some pretty upsetting material.

Key Word - Y/d/n means 'Your daughters name'. Thought I might as well give you some creative freedom on that front!

● Ohhhkay so I did write it up in the end. It is short and bittersweet but I've been feeling pretty bittersweet myself lately so what better way to vent your emotions than write a short story about your favourite character and even better yet - make it an 'X reader' fic?! Hope ya'll enjoy. This is my first time posting a short story and I'm not very good at it, so yeah. Thanks for your time and patience ^^

● This LOOSELY follows the canon of RDR1 & RDR2, take this as an AU.

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The early morning spring sunshine kept no prisoners when it came to waking, seeping it's stunning golden rays into the inner workings of your little log cabin, falling upon your perfectly sound and peacefully sleeping face.

Your eyes had flickered open at the disturbance of the bright glow against your closed lids, drawing a long winded yawn from your very core as you slowly pulled yourself up and out of the thick Elk pelt blanket that lie on your masterfully crafted bed.

Already the harmony of songbirds and chittering of love-crazed squirrels gifted your ears. It was barely past 6am, life here in the mountains demanded an early rise unless grey clouds cursed overhead; you knew you could sneak in an extra hour under the cover of disturbed weather within the sleepy sky when it had rolled in.

Alas, today was no different than the last few. Blue skies blessed the day ahead, promising yet another warm and forgiving twenty four hours.

When you finally decided to leave your bedroom and trapse slowly into the dining room, a flash of blonde caught your eye within the largest room of the house, sitting idol against a little wooden stool, fixated on something within their soft pink hands.

You gently placed a foot in front of the other creeping into the room, making your way silently closer to the little girl that had, what you came to realise, a little photo; two people sat practically joint at the hip upon a beautiful white steed, arms linked and hands entwined, cheerful smiles lightning their expressions. Your eyes fell upon one such figure in the image; a man dressed in almost all black attire, a charming smile, sparkling eyes and a neatly trimmed beard that was not quite cleanly shaven, two little unique scars trailing across his chin, and a unique leather hat with bolo cord wrapped around it's base.

"Lookin' at pictures of your father?" As you spoke, the little girl shot you a surprised expression with a small gasp, her brilliant blue eyes wide and startled, blonde whisps of long hair obscuring her vision: "You scared me half to death!"

"Sorry Y/d/n" You came to stand beside her, brushing the loose strands from her eyes and wrapping an arm around her waist as you drew a spare finger across the image, smiling sadly, "What are you doing up so early?"

"Uncle Charles came to deliver some fresh food about half an hour ago, he woke me to tell you that it's already been cured." Y/d/n gestured her hand towards the dining hall, indicating that Charles' delivery was somewhere within that room. He was a good man, he cared for you and Y/d/n deeply, having been a good friend of you and Arthur back when the Van De Linde gang still ran. He had found you cradling Arthur's body on top of that hill all those years ago, gently consoling you, burying Arthur with you and taking you to stay with John and Abigail whilst you recovered. After learning from Abigail that you were carrying Arthur's child not long after, he had made it his duty to provide for you. He and John had worked on building you a little log cabin just feet away from Arthur's resting place, surprising you one day with your new homestead. From then onward, Charles would visit you on a regular basis with medicine and food, helping to deliver your child and even going into hiding with your own daughter whilst you sought out Micha to kill the bastard.

Now, you were safe. Micha was dead, as was Dutch. The Pinkertons were disbanded, Bill was six feet under, Javier was who knows where in some long distance cell... all of those people who you'd concidered family once who had turned mad and dangerous, gone. Even the good men and women you respected were either dead or elsewhere, so far you couldn't possibly track them. John, Abigail... gone.

Charles and not-so-little Jack were the last of the gang you saw now.

Y/d/n slumped into your embrace with a soft giggle, but then that cheery grin was replaced with an expression you could only describe as confused, upset and perhaps even a bit lost. She spoke quietly, almost as if what she was asking was to be frowned upon, "What was he like?"

"Your father? He was amazing." You had both spoken about Arthur's life before, though you'd known that y/d/n was far too young to understand and comprehend you back then. Perhaps now would be the right time to explain things better.

"Your father was a good man, despite what he ever thought about himself," You began, gazing upwards to watch the flames of the fireplace dance and twirl, "He did bad things- we all did bad things when we were younger, but all for the greater good no less. We were dealt bad hands when we were small you see... but in the end, your father got the redemption he had been searching for. He saved a lot of people during his life, gave others opportunities they'd never imagined and dealt with those who sought to harm others." Your mind wandered deep into past memories, recalling that one time you and Arthur had met, him rescuing you from the O'driscolls, and then to the more light hearted time when Arthur had foolishly attempted to mount another man's horse in order to return the scrawny nag, only to be bucked off right into the creek beside you both. He'd stank of that bog for days afterward, but you remained by his side whilst others avoided him like the plague.

"What he would have given to see you now..." a crack within your voice threatened to draw tears, but you refrained, turning to face your daughter with a proud smile, placing a little kiss onto her forehead, "He'd be smitten."

"Do you think he knows I exist, wherever he is?" The expectant tone of y/d/n drew a pained smile from your lips, carding fingers through her impossibly soft, long, blond hair, "Of course he does," You continued, briefly catching the time with your eye; 6.50am, work in ten minutes.

"Whenever you feel lost or down, just remember that your father is always by your side, even if you can't see him." Placing another gentle kiss against your daughters head, you removed yourself from the embrace and fixed your jacket onto your shoulders from the wall as well as the same leather black hat Arthur once wore onto your head, "Be good today. I'm just off to check on the stables." You ruffled Y/d/n's hair, planting one last gentle kiss against her crown and headed for the door, taking another brief look back with a soft smile before leaving.

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Home alone once again. It was something Y/d/n was accustomed to after spending much of her life sheltered away from all of the bad in the world.

Y/d/n hadn't blamed you, though. The world was indeed cruel. Oh so very cruel. She had hidden away whilst you stalked to the ends of the West and beyond, hunting down all of those who threatened your daughters life, all down to the very last.

Y/d/n made her way to the dining hall, carefully picking her way past the little table where the wrapped sections of cured Mountain Goat meat had been stored from Charles earlier that morning. She ran her hands past the wooden counter top and reached for the little wooden box next to the wash basin, pulling the tiny doors open.

Just as she'd expected: An empty jar labeled 'Wild Mint.'

Cooking was Y/d/n's calling, it seemed. She'd learnt many a trick from you over the years, but it was Charles who taught her the most.

He had explained the importance of each herb around the Grizzlies, where to find them and what their properties were, and especially how to store and prep them for cooking. Wild Mint was a common plant, but it also meant she had used it the most. It made for a wonderful seasoning afterall, and thus that meant running low on the particularly smelly plant was an all too common occurrence, and so Y/d/n raced towards the front door, whipping a large blue winter coat over her flowery dress onto her incredibly small body, pulling her little dark brown satchel bag over her shoulder, leaping into smaller boots and burst out into the open world.

Spring brought with it the last whisps of winters cool breath. It blew gently across the wooded landscape, catching the underneath of Y/d/n dress that made her quake, grasping the large edges of the dark blue fabric and tugging them tightly around her small figure, burying her face into the fur-lined neck of the coat, inhaling the faintest smell of raspberries and cigarette smoke.

Ocean blue eyes scanned the mountain range, vast verges and sloping hills carrying on for miles around. Drawing her attention over towards the little wooden cross, Y/d/n gave the object a faint smile, bowing her head ever so slightly with a little wave and whispered "I'll be back soon."

Y/d/n had only made it some thirty foot down the hillside before she came to the first thick stretch of woodland. It was heavy with the smell of pine needles and tree sap, damp earth and mycelium. As she strode deeper into the confines of the wood, a faint lingering scent of fresh mint leaves tickled her nostrils. Not far to go now.

There it was, a bundle of stretching stems flush with tiny green leaves grasping for the twinkle of sun rays through the treeline: wild mint.

They were situated at the foot of a large pine tree surrounded by various little rocks, likely from a previous rock slide within the area. Y/d/n scampered over, unravelling the little leather cord to pull open the fold of her satchel and clapped her hands together, rubbing them viciously so that the friction warmed her skin. Next, she settled at the base of the mint, digging fingers into the dirt and began to claw at the dark brown earth. Hooking under fresh, light brown threads, Y/d/n tugged, listening to the sound of snapping roots and felt the sensation as the cords of the mint began to click away from eachother. The first stem of mint finally came free, Y/d/n delicately removing the leaves from the stem and placing them into one jar whilst the bare stems were placed into another.

That's when the sound of snapping twigs sent a bullet of terror through the heart of the little girl.

Crystal eyes scoured the scene ahead of her in quick jerking actions as she stayed motionless in a crouch, one hand outstretched and hovering whilst the other stabilised her against the trunk of a tree.

The sound came again, closer, and finally Y/d/n caught sight of her stalker.

Just ahead of her stood a magnificent White Tailed Buck, perhaps the largest she had ever seen. It's crown of antlers bore eight points on either side, wide and almost intimidating yet elegant and luxurious. Beautiful eyes seemed to gaze into Y/d/n's very soul, and as she gazed back, she could have almost swore she saw a flicker of blue within the Buck's irises as it began to slowly sauter closer towards her.

The atmosphere within the surrounding woodland suddenly felt at ease, as if there was a complete and total shift within the universe. The Buck grew closer and closer and Y/d/n did not shift. She held her outstretched hand out towards the brilliant creature, gasping softly as it's muzzle pressed delicately into her palm, eyes slowly closing and it's heavy breathing faltering to a relaxed and slow huff.

Thundering hooves against the hard unstable ground alerted Y/d/n; a horse had been tracking her movements from the house, now making ground towards her location in quick sucession. A flash of silver and black came screeching to a stop just some feet away from her, whinnying at the harsh flicker of pebbles and stones against it's broad limbs, old age had caught up with the big brute of an animal.

You had found Y/d/n, a flash of relief sparking within your eyes as you met your daughters mesmerised gaze, and you opened your jaw to call out a loud cry of relief before your voice hitched - caught within your throat at the very sight before you.

The Buck had not fled at your arrival, rather it turned it's attention away from Y/d/n and set it's gaze upon you, ears pricking slightly almost as if it had recognised you.

Some strange force of nature - almost like a beckoning drew you from your mount and slowly stepping over towards the handsome creature. Your stomach tied into large knots and your heart fluttered within the confines of your chest cavity, and without an understanding as to why, you felt a sudden urge to come to the Buck's level, crouching down to meet it head height.

The wonderous creature took a small hoof step forward, drawing in your scent through it's nostrils, brown fur catching the wind. Slowly, he drew himself closer and closer until he had paused only inches from your face. There was a moment of uncertainty between you both - at any moment this majestic  creature could very well strike out at you, goring you in the exposed flesh of your throat and head with each individual point of his antlers.

You, however, remained seated.

Throughout all of your years hunting crazed ex-gang members, finding yourself crawling out of an explosion in hopes of finding a health tonic and finding the deceased bodies of fallen loved ones, you had always briefly acknowledged a White Tailed Buck guiding you along, watching you, following you and even guiding you towards help.

You'd always pinned it down to some sort of whacky reoccurring hallucination but now...

The Buck turned it's nose upwards. Slowly, he began to ever so gently nudge the black, beaten leather hat that rest upon your head. He nibbled delicately at the worn and tired leather bolo cord that hung loose against the inner rim of the accessory.

You let out a sudden, soft gasp, eyes wide with pure emotional shock and understanding. You felt every inch of you freeze and burn into a thousand suns, your stomach bunching up and head speaking a billion silent questions without answers.

You knew what- or who- this was.

The Buck slowly pulled away, giving you and Y/d/n some space as it gazed longingly at you both. You drew yourself onto your feet, eyes still wide and bright with shock and a confusing concoction of emotions as you came to stand behind your daughter, hands resting upon her shoulders and giving them a soft reassuring squeeze.

Your smile was as delicate as fresh rose petals, a timid flush crossing your cheeks. Your eyes glistened as tears began to form in the corners, creating tiny little gemstones of water, twinkling golden within the spring sunshine.

As you held your sights upon the Buck, you felt a rush of old memories and emotions flood you like a sudden tidal wave. Your body almost trembled at the sight now, the feeling of pure love and loss encasing you so confusingly at the same time. But you remained, and the overwhelming sense of dear calmness overtook each and every frightening feeling that chipped away at you.

A familiar smile lased your expression now, one that had not been since since you found yourself in the warm and loving embrace of Arthur. It was a sight to behold indeed, and to your surprise, the Buck's ears perked once more and tail flicked as if it had acknowledged that expression upon your face.

Y/d/n did not make even the smallest of sounds. She simply stood there, lips parted in a grinning gaup and eyes pinned directly onto the Buck in pure emotional awe. She huddled herself a little deeper into the blue winter coat at the passing bluster of a sudden breeze, gaining an acknowledging small, almost silent squeak from the Buck himself.

You wished this moment would last forever, but as the winds grew a little stronger and the sound of a distant bear call echoed in the distance, the Buck turned to give you an almost pleading look as if to say 'get yourself home into saftey.'

Tears welled within your eyes again as you allowed them to trickle down your soft flushed cheeks, giving the creature a small nod in silent understanding agreement.

You watched him back up slightly and turn to face the thick cover of the woodland, spreading out into a vast, dense forest.

It had almost felt as though time came to a standstill as the Buck began it's decent into the heavier tree line. You felt a longing to call him back, to grasp at him - anything to keep that small flame of awe alive.

You remained silent.

Before the creature pushed itself into the shadows, it took one last look back at you both.

A sad smile caught your lips and your voice finally released itself from your throat, quietly speaking a "Thank you for everything."

Bowing it's head ever so slightly, the Buck then pushed itself back through the treeline and into the shadows, leaving you to stare ahead, hands still pressed against Y/d/n shoulders.

The ride home had been a silent one. Dusk was now breaking, and the evening chorus was a gentle reminder that Y/d/n's bed time was creeping up slowly.

You had ushered her to bed accompanied with a little jug of water placed upon a tiny bedside table. You allowed her to wriggle herself into a much comfier position before tucking the Elk skin sheet up, giving Y/d/n a little peck on the forehead, exchanging a tender "I love you" between yourselves before you made haste for the doorway. Charles had arrived to help you prepare yourself dinner, and there was a lot to tell him about.

"Ma?" Y/d/n was gazing at you with wide, questioning and innocent ocean blue eyes.

"Yes, sweetheart?" You paused, leaning yourself against the door post as you gazed back into the room, meeting her ocean blue eyes.

"Do y'think Father will come visit again? Like today?"

There was a brief silence, but not one of sadness or regret but rather of seldom hope and genuine happiness as you replied with a simple -

"Yes darlin'. Turns out he's been here all along."

#arthur morgan #rdr2 arthur #rdr2 community #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x original female character

[lyndwyrm0]

W.B Obbly's Obelisk Observer Society ( @gargoyle-doyle )

Timeline of the obelisk throughout the ages :-) get cozy this is a big long post :0

All of these are dated either by the original sources of the images or by us, through cunning cleverness and wild assumptions. Thanks for tolerating our inaccuracies and please feel free to point out anything you think is a mistake! I will site as many of the sources that I can track down in our files without losing my mind, if i left one out it's for your own safety (it was probably an accident). For the images that are really small I will include zoomed in/circled versions at the bottom of this post :-)

(this is not all of the images we have of the obelisk, just the ones that are relevant enough to give an idea of what it looked like/ where it was throughout the 1, 1/2 centuries it was on Southsea beach)

This drawing is dated 1729, and (I'm not sure if the quality is going to be butchered when I upload this) but there is a *tiny* little wooden post towards the left of the water which is listed in the written key as "6 Felton's Gibbet who stab'd the D of Buckingham". (scroll to bottom for zoomed in ver)

1765: listed as "10. Feltons Gibbet" and is the post of wood in the near centre of the image. (zoomed in version at bottom :3) one source says that this image (or one very similar) is from 1750 instead. Believe whichever one you want :))

The gibbet post was replaced with the obelisk sometime around 1782

(est) 1830's: we got this image from the Portsmouth Historic Environmental record on their facebook and they had it listed as around the 1830's. Our obelisk is (most likely) the one on the right.

Around the 1850's onward things become really confusing and, in our files, very disorganized.

Southsea esplanade was built around 1852, along with Clarence pier around 1860. We think that the obelisk was moved during this construction (not very far, just further inland) along with the other monuments along the beach.

According to this Hampshire Telegraph from 1884, W.H. says that it was sometime around 1850 that Frederick Fitzclarence added the inscription on the obelisk, commemorating the construction of the esplanade. Among the other things Fitzclarence was doing to 'make his mark' on Southsea beach, he added two monuments dedicated to the Duke of Wellington and Admiral Lord Nelson which also went missing - might be W.B. Obbly Society's next research task :))

Then there's This link: H. Percy Boulnois says that "Amongst other improvements which I carried out along the sea front was the re-arrangement of the various monuments" so potentially he had something to do with the obelisks obscurity during this time period. I'm not too sure but I think this is sometime in the mid 1880's seeing as he was elected borough engineer in 1883 (I recommend reading the History in Portsmouth page linked above because it's super interesting; he also built Canoe lake and was friends with Arthur Conan Doyle - although it seems like there were very few people who weren't friends with Arthur Conan Doyle during his time in Southsea)

Anyways, all of this ^ was just to say that we have a few drawings that I might make a separate post about (I will link it here if I do ;) but I'm not adding them to this timeline because we can't even be entirely sure that the obelisk is in them.

These two photos are the first photographs we have of the obelisk! Both are dated from 1854 and found on the royal collection trust site. The first one is titled "The fleet at anchor" and the second one is titled "The Neptune coming out of harbour" and also shows either the Wellington or the Nelson monument as well.

Even though I said I was going to make a separate post about this, I'm terribly unreliable and lie constantly so here's one of the drawings that confuses us from around the 1850's:

This is one of the many drawings we have with a wacko looking version of the obelisk, so wacko that we can't even really tell if that is the obelisk in the background. My current theory is that artists who drew Southsea beach hated drawing the obelisk so they just took as many creative liberties as possible to make it look completely unrecognizable. But given the placement in comparison to the 1854 photos where the obelisk is literally visible ??? still can't be too sure honestly lets just move on before I get upset

The only date that I can find for these two drawings is 1871, both from alamy images, the obelisk would be one of the structures near the 'street' in the bottom left. In the second image it looks like it has been removed for construction? (also clearly visible in the second image is the bases of the Wellington and Nelson statues on either side of the tramlines - which is interesting as neither of the actual statues themselves are there despite the fact that according to their memorial page the Wellington statue remained in place at least until 1874? This means one of these sources is wrong and I'm out to find out which one >:-( if anybody is even reading this and happens to know something pls tell me imbegging

In 1881 there is this newspaper extract (Hampshire Chronicle Feb 5th 1881) that claims the obelisk was removed for construction and found to be too decayed to be re-erected so instead it was replaced by a fa-simile. RIP to the original obelisk :(

Another article from 1881 says that the new obelisk was painted brown instead of white because people thought the original white looked moldy and gross (lol)

We still have photos from after the article where it still appears white, but honestly it's colour varies a lot so whatever

1892, obelisk is the white structure in the centre of this photo

1894, I think the obelisk is just barely visible in the shadows to the left of the pier

Between the 1890's and the 1930's we have a sad gap in our photo collection BUT there are plenty of newspaper extracts that mention the obelisk so we know it was definitely still there during this time period, I won't include all of them as I'm planning on making a separate post dedicated to the newspapers mentions. (acquired through our buddy David who gave us access to the online newspaper archive)

*we do have one photo estimated from 1900 which i've added at the very bottom of this post

The most notable newspaper entry from this time period is Feb 22nd 1902 and it says that the obelisk was blown down in a storm. (sorry its blurry)

We know that it was at least rebuilt by 1915 which is its next mention in the papers.

1930: This image is from the evening news March 13th, 1930. This is a photo that we would kill to find the original version of, as it is maybe our best bet of getting a good look at the inscription. I'll probably go into more detail on a separate post.

1934, from a newspaper article signed "W.G." that we think was written by William Gates based on the monuments and memorials website.

Skipping to this image dated "1930's" that I found randomly in one of my textbooks while I was doing my geography homework, which just happens to be one of the best images with have of the obelisk from this era. My best guess is that this is mid - late 1930's (based on absolutely nothing other than intuition and the cars in the photo) Thank you to my geography teacher for assigning local sea defense's as a research task as it led me to the Southsea coastal scheme booklet :)

1937, there are a lot of photos just like this one from old Southsea postcards with the obelisk far in the background but this is the only one I have with a specific date - thus making it timeline worthy

We have this image dated as 1939, making it the most recent photo we have of the obelisk so far. Portsmouth music scene website has a really similar image of the pier (scroll wayyy down on that link), with the sign advertising "Hugh Frossard and his broadcasting band", who performed at clarence pier in June 1939.

The zoomed in images ! sorry these are still kind of blurry

(this is a black and white version of the 1894 clarence pier pic because you can see the outline of the obelisk better)

Bonus images!! I dont have specific dates for these two but I really like them :-))

*This is the one estimated around 1900, but I can't remember where I found this image/where I got that date from which makes me suspicious

It's also super hard to see the obelisk in the background but here's the best close up I can get you

Bye!!

#Obelisk observer society

[trappers-cloak]

The Buck and the Fox - Introduction

howdy, this is my first time EVER posting fic on this site so expect it to be a little sloppy. I wrote an intro to a longer form fic that I am currently working on.

The Buck and the Fox: part 1/?

Summary: as Arthur makes his way back to camp following his hunting trip with Hosea, he faces a decision.

Tags: no romance stuff yet, just some of Arthur's thoughts. Immediately follows "Exit, Pursued by a Bruised Ego". SFW.

little angst, daddy issues, in game media.

Staying for that bear should have been a fool’s errand, but after seeing Hosea all but cower behind a rock from it, Arthur felt a pull. Something seemed to call to him to hunt the beast. Maybe for Hosea’s sake, maybe for pride, maybe for something to do besides rob and steal and lie. Hell, he could even sell the pelt. 

The whinnies of Ares jolted him from his thoughts. 

“There, boy,” he muttered, pulling a carrot from his bag. “”Ere ya go.” Ares whinnied again, content with the treat. He’d earned it, lugging that gigantic bear pelt on his behind. 

Arthur wondered what Hosea would say. Would he get scolded? He doubted it, not from Hosea at least. It had been his idea to go on the hunting trip, after all. Dutch might be cross, but he’d probably change his heart once he learned how much the pelt would sell for. Arthur wondered, silently, if he should sell the pelt in Valentine before he returned to the camp. Would Hosea be upset? What would Dutch prefer? 

A curt “good mornin’” from a passerby jumbled the questions in Arthur’s mind. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, and he reached subtly to his revolver. He could feel the man staring at the giant pelt at his back. A past Arthur would’ve robbed the man first, but Dutch had warned them not to stir up trouble. Not after the shitshow in Blackwater. 

He finally rode up to a sign, next to a bigger sign that spelled NEW HANOVER in rocks on the mountainside. Well, at least he knew he was in the right direction - Horseshoe Overlook should be due west. The smaller sign had one arrow pointing to Valentine to the right, and one to some place called “Emerald Station '' to the left. He was puzzled at first - where the hell is Emerald Station? - but saw a sign for Flatneck Station below it, in the same direction. Ah. that’s where home is …er, home is near. Flatneck was where the gang was getting their mail delivered, under their perpetually-needed pseudonym. 

He paused. Sell the pelt in Valentine, or save it for camp? Money for Dutch, or a pelt for Hosea? Both of the men he considered his father, and both had raised him and taken him in when no one else would. When he was just a 13 year old boy with a knife, his father’s hat, and blinding rage. He looked up to them both, but Hosea had a certain gentleness about him that Arthur loved. 

Arthur got off Ares and hitched the war horse by a tree, setting his sights to the horizon. He pulled out his journal and a pencil, and sketched. Plants and trees and clouds took shape. The pelt was a unique one, and likely worth more at camp than money would be. Besides, the sheer size of it made Arthur want to hold onto it - maybe Pearson could make something out of it. A gust of wind blew the page backwards.

“Goddamn-” he started, in a whisper, before falling silent. The page before him was a detailed drawing of Hosea. He glanced at the note beside it, and closed the journal, not even bothering to finish sketching a duck on the next page. 

“There, good boy,” he muttered, feeding Ares a sugar cube. Arthur figured the steed deserved it, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to spoil his horse. The answering whinny brought a smile to his face - Arthur had known this horse for less than two days, and already felt like he’d known the stallion all his life. He patted Ares’ neck. 

“Let’s go.”

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[enchantingpeachrunaway]

The First MoonKnight

Summary: We're familiar with Khonshu's well-known Avatars, such as Marc Spector and Arthur Harrow, but have you ever wondered why there are so many? While other gods typically have just one Avatar from the beginning or none at all, what happened to Khonshu's first Moon Knight? Who was that enigmatic figure?" Word count: 1.4K A/N: English is not my first language and I really hope y'all like this because it is my first fanfic :) Also, this one is a bit shorter...

Marwa's P.O.V.

Chapter 2

 As I watched the woman and child vanish into the safety of the village, a wave of relief washed over me, fleeting but welcome amidst the chaos that had just unfolded. Yet, as the adrenaline began to ebb away, I couldn't ignore the searing pain emanating from the wound in my side—a stark reminder of the danger I had faced.

Clutching the fabric of my robes, I felt the warmth of my own blood seeping through the pristine white linen, staining it crimson. Each heartbeat sent a jolt of agony coursing through me, but I refused to submit to the pain.

Turning my gaze back to the temple, I took a hesitant step forward, the world spinning around me as dizziness threatened to overwhelm my senses. But I steadied myself, drawing upon the inner reserves of strength that lay deep within my being. With each step, I made my way back to the temple.

Like early today, even before the midnight ceremony started, I could sense a pair of piercing eyes burning holes through me but whenever I tried to find the source of it I found nothing. There was no one in the temple with me nor anywhere around it.

And now there they are again. I can feel the heavy gaze on me as I walk -or at least try to walk- back into the temple. This time I don’t bother to look behind me since I know that most likely there would be no one.

As I reached the temple steps, the pain in my side intensified with every movement. But I gritted my teeth and continued.

With a final surge of determination, I pushed open the heavy wooden doors, their creaking protest echoing through the silent chamber. The interior was bathed in a light glow, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows upon the stone walls. This place always helped me relax even as a little girl but not this time.

The temple seemed eerily empty, yet I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Summoning every ounce of strength I possessed, I dragged myself across the threshold and into the sanctuary of the temple. Collapsing onto the cold stone floor, I took in some deep breaths trying to calm my nerves and pain.

A small whine of pain left my throat as I shifted my position on the cold floor in order to be on my knees. I slowly lifted my eyes toward the vaulted ceiling, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down upon me.

"Oh, Khonshu, guardian of the moon, I offer my humble gratitude unto thee," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the solemn stillness of the temple. "For it is by thy divine grace that I stand here today, battered and broken yet still alive."

"Thank you for granting upon me the strength to fend off the thief who sought to plunder that which was not his own," I continued, my words infused with reverence and awe. "Thank you for lending me the courage to face adversity head-on, to stand firm in the face of danger and uncertainty."

"As I lie here, wounded and weary, I beseech thee, oh Khonshu, to grant me the resilience to endure the trials that lie ahead," I prayed, my heart heavy. "Watch over me, oh mighty god, and guide my steps along the path of your righteousness."

"With every breath I take, with every beat of my heart, I pledge my devotion to thee, oh Khonshu." I vowed, my words, a solemn oath to honor the divine entity that I had devoted myself to.

I remained still, nestled against the chill of the marble floor, savoring the solemn hush that enveloped this sacred space. Each breath I drew caused a sharp ache to radiate from the wound in my side, a reminder of the violence that had unfolded. I briefly shut my eyes, seeking the strength to get up. I had to go back to the village, to check on that woman and that child, to take care of my wound…

Gods, I wish you could help me…

I gritted my teeth and slowly stood back up making my way back to the village across the oasis.

All the familiar faces that I was seeing every night and day in the temple during ceremonies, the faces that were living peacefully in this forgotten place, were all looking at me as I walked towards the physician’s house.

I could hear the small gasps as people noticed the blood on the side of my ceremonial robes. Some of them tried to help me get to my destination but I motioned them to step back.

I knew I needed help and those people were genuinely worried about me so they offered assistance and had no ill thoughts behind it. But I could not accept it. I am their priestess, the one that was supposed to be strong and guide them through their difficulties, I cannot be weak. I need to keep my head up and show no weakness.

As I was approaching our physician's Akil's house I felt a soft tug on my clothing. I turned to see the source of it and I saw a young girl, Heba.

Oh my, I thought the kids would have been asleep by now.

“Are you feeling well, my priestess?” The girl asked politely but with worry and concern in her eyes as her eyes were glancing from mine to the blood on the fabric.

I managed to smile softly at her.

“Yes, my sweet child. It is nothing that you should worry about.” I spoke slowly in an attempt to keep my voice steady. I placed my clean hand on her head reassuringly as I offered her another smile.

Her worry lessened at my words and I was somewhat relieved, the last thing I wanted was to scare the children. As I looked at her eyes again I could see that something more was troubling her.

“Will you be healed till the morning? For the morning offering?” She asked me as the minor anxiety was still visible in her slightly frowned brows.

I wish I was, my child…. I wish I was...

“Of course I will, my dear Heba. The offering will be done as always. There is no reason to keep you little mind troubled. Now, go to your mother and get ready to sleep, it’s late.” I spoke softly and as steadily as I could with my side still throbbing from the pain.

She nodded at my words and gave me a small sympathetic smile as she walked away back to her home.

The rest of the people had witnessed the whole conversation and I could see the doubt they had about my words in their eyes. They knew that it would not be healed till the morning, that it would be best for me to not do the ceremony. Gods, I knew that too. But also I knew that there was no one else to take my place and seeing the distress in Heba’s eyes about not doing the offering and probably enraging the gods. I can’t let that happen. I cannot let down the people nor the divine entities from above.

I am responsible for ensuring the earth and heavens remain as the gods created them.

I cannot let anyone down.

I have no room for weakness nor mistakes.

I took a deep breath in and continued my way to find Akil. Once I reached his door and knocked he opened after some moments. Upon seeing me he smiled, oblivious of everything that had happened. But when he saw the signs of pain painted in my features his smile dropped and as his mouth opened to say something his eyes landed on the crimson color that my white robes were stained.

Without saying a single word he rushed me in and closed the door behind him. He also considered covering the windows so no one could see me like this before turning to face me.

“What happened?” He asked as he started to prepare every needed to treat my wound.

Tag List: @alittlechaotics-blog

#khonshu fanfic #khonshu moon knight #khonshu #god of the moon #moon knight #mcu #marvel comics #egypt #ancient egypt #ennead #khonshu x oc #khonshu x

[rosekiller-addict]

hey so this is kinda my about me stuff. If anyone wants to be friends feel free to reach out, I'm lonely

date last updated: September 3rd, 2023

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Name: Lyric

Pronouns: I'm pronounfluid and use all pronouns but I have a preference to they/it

Gender: genderfluid

Sexuality: lesbian (i like people who are nb and genderfluid and such so ig I'm neptunic or smth but i don't really care much for labels so lesbian is a loose term)

Minor

Favourite Color: palace green

Favourite ship dynamics: best friends to lovers, right person wrong time, right person not enough time, enemies to lovers

ADHD and OCD

Currently reading: One Piece

Currently watching (anime): Your Lie In April

Currently watching (not anime): Supernatural

Fandoms I'm in:

Games:

Omori

FNAF

Danganronpa (1)

YTTD (i haven't finished it so no spoilers pls)

Books:

Percy Jackson (all books)

Magnus Chase

Marauders Era Harry Potter

The Song of Achilles

The Hunger Games

Manga/Anime:

Toilet Bound Hanako- Kun (manga)

The Promised Neverland (manga)

Spy x Family (manga and anime)

Saiki K (anime)

Chainsaw Man (manga, first 3 books)

Assassination Classroom (im on book 15)

Shows:

Merlin (bbc)

Supernatural (I'm on season 2)

Heartstopper (i haven't seen season 2) (i read the comics to)

Favourite ships:

Rosekiller: Barty Crouch Jr x Evan Rosier (Marauders Era Harry Potter)

Wolfstar: Sirius Black x Remus Lupin (Marauders Era Harry Potter)

Norray: Norman x Ray (The Promised Neverland)

Solangelo: Nico Di Angelo x Will Solace (Percy Jackson)

Percabeth: Percy Jackson x Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson)

Fierrochase: Magnus Chase x Alex Ferrio (Magnus Chase)

Merthur: Merlin x Arthur (Merlin BBC)

Mitsukou: Mitsuba x Minamoto Kou (Toilet Bound Hanako -Kun)

Heromari: Hero x Mari (Omori)

Favourite Platonic Relationships:

Moonwater: Remus Lupin and Regulus Black (Marauders Era Harry Potter)

Regulus Black and Pandora Lovegood (Marauders Era Harry Potter)

Yashiro Nene and Minamoto Kou (Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun)

Aubrey and Basil (Omori)

Hobbies:

Reading

Writing

Drawing

#About me #Mutals #Friends #i need friends #Omori #danganronpa #Games #Fnaf #Yttd #Percy Jackson #Magnus Chase #Shadow and Bone #the song of achilles #The Hunger games #Marauders #Marauders era #manga #Anime #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk #the promised neverland #Tpn #saiki k #spy x family #chainsaw man #Shows #Merlin #Merlin BBC #Supernatural #Heartstopper

[inekepp]

WOULD LOVE ANYTHING YOU COULD TELL ME ABOUT THE PHARMACY WIP FRIEND :') <3

Hii!

Okay, so. Pharmacy AU basically comes down to Alex working as a pharm tech in a 24/7 pharmacy (another reason why his sleeping schedule is shot to all hell, bc, yknow, eves, nights, the lot), and Henry is coming in to pick up meds for Arthur, who still suffers from cancer in this fic and all that. Henry keeps on getting Alex as the one who helps him (either bc coincedence, or luck, or timing, or however you want to call it, though i think i put a reference or two in that he did hit other coworkers of alex too, as to make it a tad more realistic). Alex, being quite experienced at this point, immediately clocks as to what Arthur is suffering from (in broad lines, anyway. beyond 'cancer' he ain't getting much further) and in the beginning he holds out hope, but that diminishes as soon as he sees that it's been quite a bit since Arthur got meds for chemo, and what Henry is coming to pick up (which, basically, is painkillers).

eventually, which is what i've yet to write, henry is going to come in to pick up meds like morphine and midazolam bc of palliative care (which, as the midazolam suggests, means hallucinating/possible aggression and the likes bc delirium), and then has to come back because the midazolam isn't doing the trick.

i was also v much planning on henry coming in at some point where alex is on the phone w his boss who tried to contact a coworker but failed (dunno if said coworker is hunter but yknow might as well be haha. but like, failing could happen bc travel or whatnot i dont think it matters much). so here alex is, saying to his boss that hed pass on the message when coworker gets in, but just says 'he' instead of coworker, cue henry panicking bc he thinks it mightve been fam trying to contact him about arthur, and, well.. yeah.

im not being nice to henry here, im sorry.

anyway, alex is v much crushing, but like, cant do much about it aside from helping henry as fast as he can and make it as pleasant as such a visit could be, bc p r o f e s s i o n a l i s m, (which he prob v well throws out the window w panic attack bc, well, he cant henry suffer alone can he?).

and in the last chapter, which is gon be x time after alex saw henry at the hospital last, is basically going to be them running into one another somewhere (idk, coffeeshop? library? somewhere. havent figured that out yet) and get to talking and maybe possibly set up a date (also bc henryd be thanking him in person for all hes done, and henry being henry had send a massive mail to the boss at some point complimenting alex for all his help and care and bc he deserved to get the praise. alex v much would want to thank him for that bc boss (zahra prob) having been like dunno what youve done but good work, and just, getting praise, esp in healthcare, be rare as fuck, so yknow. its something big.

im also hella drawing on my own experiences as a pharm tech, and i do have a load of quiet eve shifts, so, lie, its not unheard of, and while i do not state in which country they are bc i cant be arsed to look up laws and practises and shit like insurance shit bc its irritating and complex enough where im from and im the person who deals w insurances in the first place, i guess its all universal enough (and i did google if midazolam and all that were still like used the same in other countries, bc availability in meds and whas used can differ from country to country).

does that answer it? if not, feel free to clarify!

#rwrb fic #rwrb

[evesaintyves]

@womenofthehouseofblack fest is coming up soon which is so exciting but in the meantime they invited self-recs of house-of-black-ladies fics so here are a few of mine 🤗

An Incident at the Dorchester Hotel, London - 4.8k, tonks/lupin and a tiny bit of narcissa/lucius

Lupin and Tonks get into trouble on a mission for the Order as their relationship is struggling to bloom.

Lucius Malfoy cast a wary look around the room, and Remus held his breath as his cold eyes passed across the closet. Tonks's fingers encircled Remus's wrist, and even through his ridiculous white gloves he could feel the steadying warmth of her little hand. He was afraid to move for fear of drawing attention to himself, and he wondered with a sort of deranged awe whether that was exactly why she had chosen that moment to touch him.

The Gift of the Nymphs - 1k, andromeda/ted

Andromeda bides her time at a garden party as she plans to escape her family.

Her little cousins are running around and swatting each other with sticks they've broken off the pear tree. Earlier, Sirius ran up and hugged Andromeda around her waist and she cupped his sharp-chinned, grinning little face in her hand. 

"Have you been good?" 

Sirius shook his head wildly. 

Beside him, Regulus made an indignant face and muttered, "I have."

She scooped them both into a hug. 

That hug is going to have to last her forever, she thinks now, because in eleven-and-a-half days, she is going to leave and never see any of them again.

the fiction of realness - 4.5k, tonks/lupin, andromeda, teddy

How Tonks and Lupin haunt each other in life and their families in death.

Ted doesn't visit her. Not even when she packed up all his clothes for donation and gave his model trains away to Arthur Weasley. Sometimes he's in her dreams, but it's different: in her dreams he never died, it's fifteen years ago and they're with little Nymphadora in her red mackintosh, squinting through bright summer drizzle at the pleasure pier. Or they're in their little newlyweds' flat above the dry cleaners, delivery trucks rattling the windows, tangled together in the wallbed and bumping noses as they kiss. It doesn't feel like a visitation as much as a righting of the terrible wrongs time has done to all of them.

Nymphadora doesn't visit either—what a harranguing Andromeda has in store for her if she ever does. Andromeda doesn't expect she will, though: in fact, the thought opens up a terrible emptiness. If it were possible, Andromeda thinks, Nymphadora would at least come and visit Teddy. Remus might too, she has to admit. She's never seen a baby so spoiled nor kissed nor cooed-at nor wept-over as that child was by his mum and dad. Sometimes the little boy smiles in his sleep, and wriggles in his cot with some secret excitement, and Andromeda thinks perhaps that's Nymphadora, leaning over him unseen, tracing her weightless fingertips over his fat cheek, whispering to him in the silent language of the dead.

The Wood Pigeons - 8k, tonks/lupin

Tonks and Lupin bond over a bird's nest on the ledge outside Number 12, Grimmauld Place

"Sorry," she said, and first Remus wasn't sure if she was apologising to him or to the pigeon, but then she reached out and brushed at the bird with the backs of her fingers. It hopped off the nest with a kerfuffle of outraged flapping and a hoarse coo. The two eggs, pebbly and creamy, were exposed for just a moment before the pigeon sat herself back down on them and fluffed her feathers up even bigger and rounder. Tonks made a vibrating squeal at the sight.

"Don't mean to be an arsehole," she lamented to the bird. "But my shift starts in twenty minutes, I can't wait round here all day while you have your lie-in."

#women of the house of black #remadora #nymphadora tonks #andromeda tonks #tedromeda #narcissa malfoy