#for my husband it’s probably pure chaos

[loisroo]

my mil, my daughter, and i all have adhd and randomly we all hyper fixate on the same thing and it’s like the fucking stars align and our lives have changed forever

#random roo #for my husband it’s probably pure chaos #he probably hates it #good thing it doesn’t happen often #he hears about the same thing from three equally excited people #and then has to hear it when we are together #and if it’s a piece of media he’s gotta hear it and watch it all the time #oh my poor heart #that must be awful #😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[azsazz]

A Snowy Starfall

Daddy!Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anon Req: Batbabies waging their OWN snowball fight imitating their dad & uncles. Some take it too seriously, others don't take it seriously at all, it's pure chaos that ends in cocoa.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2,003

Notes: Happy Holidays my loves 💙

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“Come on, you three,” you tut towards your mate and his friends. They’re standing before the large glass windows overlooking your backyard. The sun casts deep oranges and reds across the snow-ridden land, your children shrieking as they play in the snow. A valiant snowball fight is running its course, and Azriel, Cassian, and Rhysand stand, faces pressed to the windows as they watch, quietly cheering their children on. “They’re going to notice you staring.”

“Maybe they already have,” Feyre adds from her spot at your kitchen counter. She’s concentrating intently on decorating a cookie, adding swirls of black icing to the gingerbread woman’s hand, creeping up her extended arm. The cookie’s dress is provocative, bare dough legs showing between slats of laced icing. She hardly glances up as she continues, “They’re probably imitating them as we speak.”

Curious, you peek out the window, too. Indeed, Wren and Baz have built a fortress in the snow to protect themselves from the onslaught of snowballs being thrown their way. Gideon and Nyx have joined forces against the two brothers, the latter packing the fluffy snow into tight, white balls, while Gideon launches their ammo towards your sons.

Your eldest daughter, Zuzu, and Nyx’s younger sister, Asteria, had joined the competition early on. They’d been a formidable team too, but grew bored of their brothers and cousin who were taking the snowball fight a little too seriously. Now, they are in the snow with little Castor, who had cried until she’d been let outside by her protective father, bundled up in so many clothes her wings nearly disappeared into the fabric. The girls are making snow angels, though Castor’s looks very much like a circle on the lawn.

Dark streaks dart behind the wall your sons have built and you frown, watching as Baz’s shadows help roll clumps of snow closer, creating perfectly circular snowballs. From what you’d heard from your husband’s friends, using shadows was against any and all snowball fight rules.

You cut Azriel a glance but he’s conveniently occupied, watching the game outside.

“Well, at least they’re both on the same team,” you comment to your mate, who refuses to let his gaze stray from the little boys. Good, he can watch them while he does the dishes then, since there’s a window above the sink. You pat him on the ass, nodding towards the mess of dishes in the sink. He nods in response, loping quickly over to peer out the window again. “So they’ll either both lose or both win.”

“They’ll both win,” Az responds immediately, a quick but pointed look your way. “They do take after me.”

Cassian scoffs behind you and you turn to see a scowling Nesta shooting him a look as he tries to steal a cookie. Jax giggles in her lap at his uncle's antics, but when Cassian hands him part of the cookie and its head falls off, Jax’s smile wobbles. He’s not outside due to the nature of his powers. As an empath, sensing the competitive nature of his siblings and the sting of a snowball to the face, it had been in his best interest to be inside around the luscious scents of cookies and warmth, instead of out in the bitter snow.

Nesta coos, bouncing him, and Cassian is thankful for the distraction, slipping further down the counter to where the High Lord sits, trying—and failing—to gain his mate's attention. The commander slips an arm around Rhys’ shoulders and glares at the back of Azriel’s head, continuing his complaining. “The only reason you’ve won so many is because of those damn shadows, Az.”

Azriel throws over his shoulder, wincing as Baz takes a snowball to the face, his face going red with fury. “How was I supposed to know they were unaffected by the magic restrictions?” he claims, sending said shadows out into the yard once he sees Baz’s slipping through the snow, headed for the icicles hanging off the railings of the porch. His intercept his sons in a display of authority, spearing them into blackened mist. Baz glances up to the window, locking eyes with his father, who wears a look of warning on his face, brow raised. Azriel watches his son visibly huff and take his anger out on the snow, building a ball and launching it across the playing field in frustration.

His gaze cuts across the yard, narrowing his eyes. Gideon and Nyx are crouched low behind their own pile of snow, looking like they’re scheming. He wants to trail his shadows in their direction, listen in on their conversation, but he’s alerted to Malos’ whines from the other room. If one of his youngest is awake, they either both are, or will be soon.

“Malos is up,” Az tells you softly, shutting off the water to the sink. He wipes his hands on a towel and kisses you gently on the cheek. You’re mixing color into icing for the cookies, getting ready for when it’s too dark out for the children to play. They’ll get all cleaned up and have some hot chocolate to warm their bellies, and you, Feyre, and Nesta have baked cookies for all of the children to decorate. “I’ll get them.”

“I’ll join,” Cassian answers, stealing another cookie off of a platter. He dunks it into your icing to the neck, the cookie dripping with sugary goodness as he lifts it to his mouth, shoving it inside. He ducks under your glare. “Gotta go get my baby.”

Cassian and Nesta’s youngest daughter, Sif, had been put down for a nap with both Knox and Malos. She’s still a little too young to be outside without supervision, and the eldest children of the Inner Circle demanded time outside without their parents, probably because they knew their fathers would try and take over their snowball fight had they been outside. They didn’t want any tips or tricks, not even your children, even with Azriel’s hundred of wins beneath his belt.

Jax climbs from Nesta’s lap over Rhys who lets out a harsh exhale when his knee lands a little too close to his private area, and then over to Feyre, who finally sets her cookie down to scoop your middle son in her arms.

“Pretty,” Jax comments, pointing at her decorative cookie. It looks just like her, and there’s one next to it that looks a little like Rhysand. Purple dots for eyes stare up at him. “Uncle Rhysie?”

“Good job, Jax,” Feyre coos, pressing kisses to his cheeks. They pink with a blush and he settles into her arms, looking utterly at bliss. He revels in the warmth of her emotions, the pride surging through her. It feels like warm bubbles in his chest, and he noses at her collar.

“Look who’s ready to party,” Azriel announces, entering the room, arms full with your two youngest children, Malos and Knox. Knox still looks a little sleepy, head resting against Azriel’s shoulder, cuddling into his warmth. His tiny wings are droopy with sleep, and his twin sister, Malos, is already reaching for the cookies. 

Nesta is quick to scoop her away from Azriel. She claims not to have a favorite niece, but Malos and her have an understanding. You see more of Nesta in Malos’ personality than any of the children of the Inner Circle, and you’re extremely happy that they have such a close connection. 

“Hi baby,” you greet Knox, who is signing mommy to you. You ease him out of Azriel’s arms, who promptly returns to his position in front of the window, pressing exaggerated kisses to his chubby cheeks. It makes him smile wide, flaring those wings that he hasn’t quite figured out how to control. “Are you ready for some yummy cookies?”

His dark eyes light with excitement. Of course your children are ready for sweets, they always are. They picked that up from Azriel, who has the biggest sweet tooth you’ve ever seen.

Cassian reenters the room with his daughter in his arms and Rhys pouts. Almost everyone in the room is preoccupied with a child in their arms, except for him. Maybe he can convince Feyre to have one more. The youngest children in the family are two now and he misses having a tiny babe around.

By the heated look in her eyes, his mate seems to be considering the same, sneaking past those shadowy walls in his mind to catch a glimpse of his thoughts. The High Lord smirks. He sends her over some imagery to go with his thoughts, and her cheeks go red. That hot look turns into one of warning, and she’s speaking out loud now, “Why don’t you call the children inside so they can get warmed up and decorate some cookies?”

“Of course, darling,” Rhys sweeps from his seat in a wisp of darkness. 

Breaking a cookie in half, you give part of it to Knox, who signs thank you, munching on the sweet. The other half is passed to Malos as you head towards where your mate is finishing up the dishes, leaning against him for a moment, reveling in all of your family happily together.

“I love you,” Azriel murmurs into your hair, leaning over to sneak a bite of Knox’s cookie. Your son stares up at his father with wide eyes, and like this, he looks just like Az. It makes your heart warm, and Jax squeals in happiness in response, your happiness radiating to him. It makes your grin wider, peeking over your shoulder to see him so content in his aunt's arms. 

“I love you too, Az,” you whisper back to him, resting your forehead against his. 

It’s a nice moment, until the children from outside are wrangled through the door by Rhys. The boys are arguing about who has won their snowball fight, while the girls are peeling away their winter gear, excited to decorate cookies with icing and sprinkles and the edible petals Elain had given you before her trip to the Summer Court with Lucien. 

“Now, now, boys,” Rhys starts, but the diplomatic tone he’s using does nothing to deter the cousins from arguing. “I’m sure we can come to a consensus without yelling and acquiescing.”

“But Baz used his shadows,” Nyx complains, wringing his gloves between his hands in frustration. “We all saw it.”

“Nyxie, don’t be mean to Baz,” Wren counters, brows furrowed. He doesn’t like it when his family argues, especially over trivial things. His heart is so kind. “You can win the snowball fight if you want, but Baz and I are gonna win the cookie decorating contest, right Bazzy?”

“No,” Baz says flatly, dropping his gear onto the floor. You give him a look but he almost seems un-bothered by it, done with the debate his cousins are currently having. “We won the snowball fight and we’re going to win the cookie decorating contest.” 

You share a look with your mate, watching the scene unfold. Baz is quite the Stubborn Suriel, no matter what it comes to.

“Dad,” Nyx groans, “Can’t you do something?”

Cassian is the one who comes to the rescue, Castor reaching up at him for her sister. He helps the little one down and the older one with her undressing, peeling her thermals off layer by layer. “It’s not about who won, right boys? It’s about spending time and having fun with the ones you love.”

Feyre, Nesta, and yourself awe at his words, but Azriel and Rhysand are rolling their eyes and muttering under their breath at Cassian’s cheesy words. 

“What a kiss ass.”

“Smug fucker.”

“Azriel,” you hiss, turning your body away from him, like that will hide Knox from his vulgar words. “Language.” 

He winces, “Sorry love.” 

It’s your turn to roll your eyes now, bouncing Knox in your arms a little as you turn fully from your mate. You poke Knox’s belly playfully before addressing the rest of the room. “How about those cookies, then? They won’t decorate themselves!”

#daddy!az #daddy!azriel #acotar #azsazz #acomaf #acowar #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel fluff #azriel/reader

[deadpool15]

Million Dollar Baby- Pt1

Aerin Creer shall be the OC for this fic. It will be in parts.

The outfit that she is wearing will always be in the pic above. the character is 23 years old, while Byeon is about 25.

All repressive characters will be the same as before.

So, you guys won her powers, which will be telekinesis

There will be russian in the story and maybe even korean, but I will limit it to little things.

I'm using a translator, so I'm sorry if it's incorrect

Age 9

"You all need to realize there are privileges in this world, and eating is one of them. So, hit harder, or you will starve." A man yells over all the chaos of the fighting children. I never learned their names except Alexi. My torment and pain were caused by him. Though, my entire existence was purely for kicks. Apparently, my overly obsessed mother believed she could create the perfect child for her husband or, more so, my father. He was a powerful man in a country where the only law to exist was his own. Some say he was the devil himself, but all my mother saw was the love of her life. Drugging herself with experiments and foreign concoctions to make the perfect soldier. She died during childbirth, or that's what I like to think. My mother died that night, and some women took care of me for 4 years. Eventually, she had a deal with some goons, taking money she couldn't afford. And in turn, they took her child.

A living nightmare, one way to describe my current situation. We are trained day in and out to be the obedient warriors that will be the next generation for Pavel. It's where I met Ryu Shi-oh or he met me. "Get up and fight. Or your a worthless fucking nobody and we aren't investing time in that bullshit." Alexi screamed at me, after being hit so many times I couldn't get back up. Everything hurt. They had gathered us all around to fight as a presentation to the leaders. Alexi told me if I embarrassed him, he would beat rhe shit out of me. What else was new, though? "Get up right fucking now!" I stared at the ground before something clicked inside of me. It's like I didn't give a single fuck about the outcome. "Shut the fuck up." I stared up at him as if looks could kill hoping he would explode right there before my eyes. All the children turned around, shocked, while stopping. Alexi laughs out loud before shoving me. "Get your fucking hands off me you little dick asshole!" I yelled at him. For the first time in my life I yelled. I was fighting back. Usually, I'm pretty sure he would love this, but since he had thr higher ups here, he was beyond pissed.

I could see Shi-oh in the corner of the room, motioning for me to stop. But this time, I wasn't backing down. Before I could think he punched me. Rocking my body all the way down to the floor. "The fuck did you say, say it again bitch. Go on, I dare you. I'll fucking chop you into pieces and feed you to rhe dogs!" The old me would've sat there in tears, fearing for my life. The silent room was shaken by my loud, obnoxious laugh. If there was one thing I had learned in my lifetime, men wouldn't like to be challenged. He stormed over to me and punched me yet again. Then, I started to kick me in the stop over and over again. Though, I kept laughing, refusing to give him the satisfaction. My ribs were sore, some probably broken before I grew tired of it. I started to cry while laughing, I'm pretty sure I looked like a manic to everyone in the room.

I started yelling stop, I just wanted in to be over. I was done with the pain and suffering. But he kept going, like always no one ever listened to me. Before he reaches to kick me again, a force pushes him back, clasing into the wall. A crack had been heard, and anyone could tell his skull had been split open. Though, he wasn't dead yet, no, not quite. I continue to laugh as everyone backs away from me, I see the higher ups standing from their chairs in amazement and slight fear. I push myself up off the grown and see Alexi. He looked like shit, maybe even worse than me. I turn to look at my broken finger and move to crack it back in place before it does it on its own. I hear whimpering, I turn to the crushed in wall. "Are you fucking crying, you have to be fucking with me right now." I laugh out loud holding my bruised ribs while staring at him. "H-help me." It looked like its body had been piered into the wall, I saw some of his insides. I went to turn until I realized he wasn't going to shut up. The constant whining from the man who loves man. How ironic.

I had no idea what was going on, yet for some reason, my body felt like it was on fire. Everything was so loud. My skin felt itchy, and my head was pounding. My senses felt hyper, and I was overwhelmed by everything around me. What the fuck was happening? "Be quiet....Be quiet." I just wanted it to stop. His cries felt like they were drilling into my skull. Yet he wouldn't stop. I didn't even realize I had thrown my hands up in rhe sir to cover my ears before I screamed out, "MAKE IT STOP!" The lights shattered to the floors, and some of the children dropped dead, with their eyes, nose, and ears leaking blood. Brain particles were scattered across the floor. Alexi was dropped from the wall, yet his head was still inside of the wall. Decapitated completely from his body with pieces of his spinal cord attached to it. I was so exhausted. I only remember myself falling to the ground while seeing Shi-oh running in my direction, screaming.

The Pavel leaders stood up immediately at the sight of everything around them. Some were in complete distress while seeing the future soldiers laying across the floor dead. Yet, the man in charge was only thinking one thing. Magnificent. He couldn't believe his eyes. That child had killed approximately 10 people in a room with so much as moving a muscle or a weapon near. He was used to good fighters, but this was a whole new level. She was the future, and seeing Shi-oh walk right up to her and help was just simply the best. The young boy whole showed promise faithfully in love with the girl who had mysterious abilities all in his hands. Seems everything would work out. "My precious дети." Oo, did he have plans for them. They would take everything, their futures were so bright. He would make sure they stayed on the path.

Present time

I stepped out of my car, grabbing my cat. All gifts from a certain someone whom I was visiting. Noticing a black jeep trying to be secretive, yet I paid no mind to it. Making my way inside of the building. Needing no introduction considering everyone knows who I am. Or just my status, one would say. "He is right in his office ma'am though he is busy with a worker." His secretary tells me while looking around nervously. "Never too busy for me, though, right?" He just nods and leads me to the door. We make it there with him trying to knock before I feel like this is all taking too long and pushing the door open. I hear him telling me to wait a moment, but it falls to deaf ears. I walked in, noticing now while he wanted me to wait. A girl around my height is sitting down, talking to Shi-oh. They haven't noticed me yet, so I sat there and waited in silence until she passed him her phone and he put his number in. Eventually, she leaves while she notices my presence and smiles at me while saying hi. I give her a fake smile and walk father in the room.

"The fuck was that, huh?" He turns around finally seeing me. Walking over and hugging while lifting me off the ground. Still holding me the air, which is easy due to our size difference. "My beautiful лепесток. What are you doing here?" I stared at him. He always had a habit of making it difficult to angry at him. "I was coming to see you." I motion for him to lower me down, and I sit my cat on the floor. Watching it walk around the office, I get startled again when he picks me up and sits down in his chair at his desk with me on his lap. "Before you get ready to hurt me, I was simply recruiting her to a higher position." I poke my finger deeply into his chest. "Why you wanna fuck her?" He slowly looks up, as if he is thinking about the question. While he is doing that, the objects start to lift around the room, and he takes notice. "No,I don't want to fuck her or anything like that. But she is strong, very strong. I've seen it first hand лепесток. She will be uselful." I simply smile at him before I peck his lips.

Moving closer on his lap, I start to slowly kiss his lips again. Getting lost in the plump lips I love so much. Before he reaches my face to take my shades off. He lowers his hands and grips my hips. "You are so fucking beautiful, baby. Why the fuck would I want her when I have all this." I start to grind on his lap, while the desk moves backward. Needing more room. "And don't you forget it. Gonna change the world, baby."

I'll post every Saturday for this story.

Taglist: @seonghwaexile

#SoundCloud #Spotify #strong girl nam soon #stronggirlnamsoon x reader #ryu shi oh #byeon woo seok #ryu shi oh x reader

[anonymouscheeses]

so…

about this human verse you got…

how does Al fit into all of this? Is that where Vaggie got the spell or is the gang she’s a part of also a monster hunter org?

This is Alastor's human design! I wanted him to give off a old money rich vibe. I didn't look up a reference for old money attire 😭 i jjst looked at some randim char from a show i watched that kinda gave off Alastor vibes. This may change but tbh I kinda like it the way it is. Altho one day I may change my mind <3 lore drops under cut!!

(Sorry if he doesn't look like Alastor, these human designs are mostly based on my redesigns so they look even MORE different than usual ill get better hopefulllyyyy)

Husk(left) is Vaggie/Valerie's dad in this au cuz I said so unfortunately. Sorry i dont make the rules! Husk is Salvadoran like Valerie cuz ofc, like he's 100% black but I wanted him to be Valerie's dad soo I was like.... yeah win sum lose sum. But dw I have SO much black characters on the way. It's kind of terrifying!!

Alastor tries to be like a dad to Valerie but she resents him. Her mom died to a sickness, and Valerie has no room in her for another parent figure in her life except Husk.

Also, Al is gay aroace, so when he fell in love with Husk he was SO surprised likeee how??? He was his first love ever and Al just loves him dearly despite never loving anyone ever before. He's still a girls girl ofc but brutha is gay u can't tell me otherwise 😍

Charlie gave him the headband with the antlers that she cheaply made herself. Alastor loves them genuinely. (If Alastor cares abt Valerie or Charlie is purely up to viewer, but if you want to see him care for orr like be toxic to them send a request fr fr imma draw that shi 😍🙏). Alastor is the only one who knows that Charlie is a demon because he's the one that taught Valerie how to summon a demon(YOU'RE SPOT ON. HOW??).

(Also I forgor the stripes. Sorry I was so sleepy drawing this you can probably telll.😭)

Alastor is still a cannibal, his husband and step daughter just doesn't know it yet, and NO he will probably never tell them unless forced to or he feels like he can. This man is the friend the smiley bro 😭

I'll maybe soon draw what happened between Valerie, Lute, and Adam during the fight, since ALOT happened. But it may be a bit before I get to that

Alastor taught the kids young how to summon demons the WRONG way. Because obviously he didn't want literal immature kids to end the world completely. The trio spent years finding ways to summon just one demon. Adam did it to create chaos, Lute just followed, and Valerie just loved having fun with her friends.

Now that they aren't childhood best friends. And that whole fight happened. Valerie doesn't know what to do. Alastor suggests she gets a bodyguard from hell, any demon at all(Demons are devoted to you as long as you keep a part of your deal with them or you break the contract of summoning one). Aaaaand that's how Charlie came to be summoned! Valerie got her eye stabbed out, Alastor was being silly and taught his kid how to summon a demon, Valerie was like "aight ig", then summoned her future wife.

(WILL ALSO ONE DAY DRAW THE FIRST TIME CHARLIE AND VALERIE MET.... ONE DAY....)

Fun fact: Alastor has a radio station of his own that he plays 1920's music in. Although most people would rather NOT listen to old times music, somehow he makes it work that people always listen to his radio. Maybe a deal with a demon of some sorts...? Perhaps... :>

#THANM YKUUU FOR THE REQUESST!! I HAVE SOME IN MY INBOX BUT LIKE. I WANT MORE PLEASE. GUYS SEND REQUEZTS ABT MY AU. ANYTHING. #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #husker hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lute #art #fanart #artists on tumblr #digital art #THANK YOU SMM I LOVE RAMBLING ABT MY STUFF HUGS AND ALL 💜💜 /P #its lillith. im not gonna make you wait for an obvious reveal lmao. lillith is the one who gave him power. but in return whaT did he do..? #hazbin hotel art #hazbin hotel fanart #husk x alastor #alastor x husk #radiohusk #chaggie #rainbowmoth #varlie #human au #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel human #hazbin au #yall.... i kinda like him ngl.... like. usually if someone asks me who i think is overrated asf it wojld be Alstor #IT STILL IS RBAHABHAHA but now i kinda get it...... no. no i still dont get it 💀 i usually fall in love with characters once i draw em. #OK OK I GUES I LOVE HIM?? HES PRETTY NICE I THINKKK. STILL NOT ONE OF MY FAVS THAT GOES TO THE LADIES BUT HES... SOMEHWRE UP THERE

[impossiblesongs]

nobody loves me, it's true (dhawan!master x reader)

Summary: You don’t know why this kind of does it for you. What awful implications can be drawn from the outside, the probable one being that your husband hasn’t touched you in months. You are twin beings of woe, holed up in a frigid Russia.

Disclaimer: Not my characters. This is a disclaimer.

WARNING: this chapter may be pure filth. NC17. MINORS DNI AN: i've been trying to get better at smut and technically this is my third try at writing this kind of thing, but this is the first time i'm actually posting it, so....... jealous idiots = shameless rasputin smash. apologies to the late russian royals, you were but ploys in this virtually non-existent plot and i used the basest of my knowledge including you, so i beg of you: LOOK AWAY AN2: but is there plot here, you’d ask? to which, it’s a weekend before resurrection, i’d say. we all get a free pass?? AN3: fic title from 'sour times' by portishead

✍️✍️✍️fic masterlist

nobody loves me, it’s true dhawan!master x reader dhawan!master timeline: pre-power of the doctor

He’s virtually got an entire army at his beck and call, and yet you both find yourselves in St. Petersburg in 1916. Even with the survival of his beloved Cyber Masters, he spends more time committing himself to holiness and to Russia. You are virtually his shadow, garbed in black, his companion. A healer nun, or whatever he deigns to call you lately that has you able to slink around the palace virtually unbothered.

“She doesn’t speak, you see,” he once relayed to Alexandra, a tear in his eye, “attends to me, with astounding servitude.”

At first, it rankles, how he baits you with the softness he treats Alexandra, but he’s mostly sulking. He was plainly jealous after you met with the Doctor. Which is ridiculous, but as you are standing now, with seemingly no rhyme or reason other than sowing chaos, at least he was getting back to some kind of his usual business. Or so you tell yourself.

You hear him return to the cottage before you see him. You’d made it back before he had, tasked with monitoring the child royal while he played at politics.

“How fares our little blood clot today?”

“You have care of Alexei now, do you? Oh, I forgot, I’ve taken a vow of silence.”

“Snark does not become you, dearest,” he says, dropping onto the chair in front of the desk.

“Nor holiness you,” you say, “and yet.”

“Alexandra was a vision in white today,” the Master adds with a sigh. “She just about ravaged me with her gaze, you should have seen it. To be honest, I just don’t know how much longer she’ll be able to help herself.”

“Oh, you think you are so funny,” you tear your headdress from your head and run a hand through your hair, massaging the area. You don’t fail to note that he’s trailing your every move with hooded eyes. “Please, do leave your delusions to your alluded God. He’s just as baseless.”

“You know, dear, I think perhaps you’ve just convinced me to make the first move. I’ll seek her out in the dead of night, passing off terrible proclamations and offering heady absolutions,” he snaps his fingers, “all in one fell swoop. It seemed to work on you.”

Your lips spread in a wide smirk, your heart never used to the careless way he chips away at it these days, but you’ll be damned to show it. His lips want to pull up at the sight of your smile, you know the tells of it, but he fights to maintain his image of absolute indifference.

You find yourself walking forward slowly, nearing the table and him. His eyes remain rooted upon your approach, you see his body shift subtly towards you in attention. You wonder if he’s aware of it, what he’s telling himself about his outward reactions being so transparent, even in the face of his dastard cruelty.

His hair is longer than he’s ever had it with this face, beard frankly horrendous, eyes tinted a metallic blue. He looks enough the part of a madman, some cruel creature conjured up, comes to prey upon you and the unfathomable limitless existence you allow him.

You don’t know why this kind of does it for you. What awful implications can be drawn from the outside, the probable one being that your husband hasn’t touched you in months. You are twin beings of woe, holed up in a frigid Russia.

You skirt the side of his desk with a finger before moving to sit right at the center of it.  

The Master splays his knees in answer but makes no further outward acquiesce to your nearness, his eyes remain speculative.

It stirs something in you, something so glaringly furious that it makes you frighteningly calm.

You toe off the stupid shoes that accompany this ridiculous get-up and prop one bare foot on his knee, whilst the other swings idly near his calf.

“I think if you made a move on Alexandra,” you say, “the Doctor would immediately know of it.”

The Master scoots his chair forward, effectively bridging the gap and prompting your foot to slide further up.

“Do you?” He queries conversationally, eyes peering off as in deep thought while his hand cups your other foot near his calf and brings it to sit on his thigh.

“Quite hard to gloss over an Empress with an icepick run through her eyeball, even if History bores you to death,” you say. "You wouldn't miss that new detail."

The Master laughs mildly, “You’d do that to me? Expose my plots? For jealousy?”

Without thinking further about it, you slip from the desk onto his lap easily and your fingers curl around the hair at the back of his head, pulling sharply. He hisses, body going taut beneath you. You bring your lips to his ear, “I think you know by now that I’d do more for less when it comes to you.”

His laughter comes in jagged huffs now, “Oh, I’d love to see you try, pet. You startle me, truly. Quaking in my gear.”

“You’re something,” you relent the hold on his hair and pull back to look at him, “I don’t know if you even notice it anymore, it’s been so long. But look at your hands.”

You watch him swallow and feel him flex his fingers. They’re clutching at the flesh at the back of your thighs under your dress. They’ve clearly wandered without his intent.

“Dear me,” he utters, eyes wide and watching you like you’re the only thing that exists in the world. His fingers start stroking nearer to where you want him most, watching as he trails the flush breaking across your skin. “Whatever will you do to answer to this offense?”

“Well,” you take care to speak gently against his lips, but you don’t press, you don’t give, “Father Grigori, I’d suppose, you’d have to beg for it.”

The Master’s eyes narrow and his face hardens, “I don’t beg, not for anyone.”

“Shame,” you lean back and press your legs together, retreating from the warmth of his touch and climbing off his lap with steel in your veins. You settle back on the desk, skin scalding from where he’s touched you, knickers already soaked through. “You’ve a good idea, though. Perchance I’ll go find myself an Emperor,” you say, voice husky, “I hear he’s a worshiping sort.”

The Master jolts upright and grasps your throat roughly in both hands, leaning closer to tower over you, almost swallowing you with the length of his body. You squirm with anticipation, delighting in the slow pressure of his hand, the dizzying and delicious effect when he squeezes.

This threat is so double-edged and precarious, that it will cost both of you. It’s reckless and dangerous, but he’s painfully livid at the mere idea. The insinuation of you sleeping with someone else all the while playing ignorant to the fact that he’d just threatened to do the same. Normally you’d loathe to stoke that fire, but if he’s going to bait you, it’s only fair to bully him in return.

“He’d have no idea,” you push even further, “the things I could show this Emperor. Imagine that, modern woman like me, effectively tainting the hand of Russia towards degeneracy. I’d do it again and again, and again. Poor Alexandra, there’d be no denying because I’d have his scent all over me. But, of course, you’d know. I even managed to show you a few things, didn’t I?”

He startles still when you grasp him through his clothes, face twisting in a way that’s akin to agony.

“Beg,” you coo, moving your hand in firm, even strokes.

Even with his robe giving him what you amount to the barest of sensations, he strains towards your touch, seeking the friction desperately.

“Or perhaps you should go find Alexandra,” you hiss, tearing your hand away and moving to stand, intending to push yourself away and leave him in his wanting.

The string snaps as it’s pulled, just like you estimated.

The Master’s fingers curl over said wrist with a swiftness you’d not expected, bending it backward painfully. You cry out just as his mouth crashes onto yours. He crowds your body up onto the desk further, bending your legs and hefting your wool skirt to your waist, manhandling you so roughly it makes your breath stutter from your lungs, has you spreading your legs wantonly.

He makes quick, uninventive work of it, but your blood and lust are already up, and you cry out gratefully when he pushes himself inside of you.

You must both make such grotesque misshapen figures, both virtually fully clothed and rutting against each other, chasing climax in the heart of Russia of all places. This isn’t initially where you’d considered he would finally crack, but then again, you thought he would give in months back. You’d never believed that either of you could keep your hands off one another once you’d both finally given into it.

“Beg,” you cry out, holding onto him fiercely as he bucks up into you, as you push back to meet him, “Master, beg me to fuck no one else but you.”

He digs deeply frustrated fingers into your hips and covers your mouth with his own, the kiss deep and mellowing. He’s hoping you’ll lose your play at power if he stows you away in the bewitching shade of his avidity. Of course, he forgets he’s so easily susceptible, too, and you have a point to prove.

“He’s just as tall as you,” you babble on nonsensically, your release just at the edge of your grasp it has you curling your toes in anticipation, “have you noticed? He’s just your height. Maybe he’d wear his uniform. I’d like that.”

The Master growls furiously, his hips already stuttering, dragging you closer, teetering you both right along that familiar edge.

“Beg, or I swear I’ll dare it. Oh, god, I’ll let him do whatever he likes,” your nip at the soft end of the Master’s ear, “but it’s your name I’ll call out, it’ll always be your name.”

Your orgasm hits you fiercely, robbing the breath right from you and prompting the Master to sob out his release almost in tandem. It whites out your vision, taking you plummeting up high to the heavens only to come smack right down into your body, slouched up against your husband, both of you breathing hard and indulging in quiet after.

It only fully registers as your senses return to you, that a torrent of soft pleas are coming from him as he holds you close and kisses your cheeks, your eyelids, the shell of your ear, your neck. His touch is reverent and doting, he’s gone putty in your hands. You open your eyes and what you see is so ridiculously beautiful. Cosplaying Rasputin aside, he’s the most adorable bastard you’ve ever met, truly.

“Please, don’t, don’t ever love anyone else,” he says. “Not like this, don’t ever do that to me.”

You kiss him quiet. Your physical affection assure him more than your words would, but you say it anyway. “As if I ever could.”

#the master x reader #dhawan!master x reader #wyrwtd

[aehyei]

MIDNIGHT WEDDING

pairing: boyfriend!njm x reader, genre: pure floof, established relationship!au, tw: uh drunk reader and drunk jaemin = chaos

AUHTOR’S NOTES : WHO’S EXCITED FOR AUGUST?? I KNOW I AM !! anyways this is just like somehow to ready you for a whole month of nana in 31 days and nights with na jawmin

JAEMIN WAS DRUNK. AND DRUNK JAEMIN WOULD MEAN STUBBORN, CLINGY JAEMIN.

So if he says that he wants to marry you now, expect to wake up with a wedding ring on your finger.

On usual days, you’d probably be the most sober one compared to your boyfriend as you didn’t really like drinking that much. But tonight’s different and special—Jaemin got a perfect on the project he had been stressing about! And like any normal thing to do, you both decided to celebrate inside your shared apartment. So by now, it’s clear you're both very, very, very drunk.

Again, if you didn’t jug alcohol for the past few hours, you would’ve pushed his face away and playfully rolled your eyes at his flirting. But right now, you just grinned and wrapped your arms around his neck, flirting back, “yes, handsome?”

Jaemin’s heart fluttered countless times that night, trying his best to aim and kiss your lips (although he still misses a lot). Then another random thought made him blabber out some incoherent words and finally some words that you could understand.

Jaemin’s heart fluttered countless times that night, trying his best to aim and kiss your lips (although he still misses a lot). Then another random thought made him blabber out some incoherent words and finally some words that you could understand.

“Let’s get married.”

You visibly froze, stiffening in his hold. Feeling your tensed body, his eyes widened and maybe he sobered a little when he started to scold himself for not keeping his thoughts to himself. “W-Wait—fuck—wait, I mean—”

“Jaemin?” You whispered, cutting him off, “let’s do it.”

You didn’t have to say it twice. You both planned to get married exactly by midnight, so Jaemin video called Mark and explained to him how he wanted to get married to you with eyes barely opened.

Mark was far from concerned, exchanging looks with Doyoung beside him. “Okay, let me try to get this straight: you’re both drunk and you want me to announce you husband and wife? Like dude, won’t any of you regret it by the next day?”

“Mwark!” You appear on the screen.

Mark and Doyoung screeches at the sight of you, accidentally dropping the phone. Taeyong and Haechan rush to the room in panic. “What’s going on?!” Taeyong asked, still alarmed, “I heard two girls scream. Have you guys been hiding girls here?”

“Shut up Taeyong.” Doyoung hisses and tries to remove your image in his mind. Mark gulped and took his phone, looking at you and Jaemin with widened eyes, “D-Dude, oh my god, you’re both actually serious.”

Haechan marched his way to the phone, rudely grabbing it away from his hold and choked out laughs, snorting in between. “Y-Y/n! W-Why the fuck do you look like a ghost bride!?”

And you do. It was clear you tried to wear make-up, but because of your wasted state and huge headache, the lipstick didn’t stay on your lips and the eyeliner looked like a mess. Jaemin scowled at him, covering your ears, “No! Back off you demon! My wife is a pwetty bwide!”

“...are they drunk?”

“Yesh.” You answer Taeyong.

“Just do it Mark, it'll be interesting in the morning. Oh and Hyuck, grab the camera. We gotta film this for future blackmail.” Doyoung snickers. Mark chuckles and settles the phone where the four boys could see. “Alright lovebirds, a wedding you want, a wedding you shall get.”

You and Jaemin did a fist bump and also angled the camera where it would capture the two of you, facing each other with lovesick gazes.

“I think I’m gonna be sick….” Haechan gagged a little. Taeyong slapped the younger man’s shoulder as a reminder to focus on recording the whole thing. Mark cleared his throat and started.

“Blah, blah, blah, will you Na Jaemin, take Y/n as your wedded wife?”

“I dW—”, Jaemin’s voice cracked, making you smile widely. He smiled too then proceeded to speak clearly, “I do.”

“And will you Y/n, take Na Jaemin as your wedded husband?”

“I do.” You say without hesitation, a little distracted with how the stars twinkled in Jaemin’s eyes.

“Then you may kiss the bri—”

Jaemin didn’t even let Mark finish his sentence. Instead, he jumped on you and finally succeeded in capturing your lips with his. The action caused the camera to fall on the floor. The kiss was passionate and full of love, neither of you had any plan of pulling away.

“Are they—”

“Jaemin—”

“End the call at least!”

“Let’s film this too—”

“No!” Doyoung, Mark, and Taeyong scream in unison, ending the call and launching on Haechan.

Perhaps the wedding that happened wasn’t ‘legal’. There were no wedding rings, no wedding gown—nothing except you, Jaemin, and the rest of the guys. It wasn’t perfect nor extra, but it was enough. Even if you and your boyfriend (husband?) wake up with the biggest headache in the morning, there would be no regrets.

#nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #nct #nct angst #nct fluff #hyej4e fics #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagines #nct dream angst #na jaemin #jaemin #nct jaemin #jaemin fluff #na jaemin fluff #jaemin x reader #jaemin imagines #jaemin scenarios #jaemin angst #jaemin fanfic #nct na jaemin

[thefanciestborrower]

GIVE US YOUR V.OX M.ACHINA RAMBLES PRETTY PLEASE TEEHEE

Okay so like. My thoughts are all over the place and based purely on vibes lmao like. For example. 

I CANNOT see Percy willingly participating in that kind of nonsense UNLESS. It is. With his lovely wife Vex. Then and only then will the absolute blushing mess of a man let himself be eaten because he is down BAD for her and he adores her and being eaten is like. A really dang romantic way to be close with the woman he loves most in the entire world. 

Same goes for Vex cause let me just say I feel like girl would be more than happy to just watch chaos unfold and provide sarcastic commentary instead of participating herself. Unless. It in involves chewing on her tiny husband and giving him so many kisses and teasing him for being sappy even though she loves it. 

Do I think Grog would gladly eat someone? Yes. Do I think he should be allowed to? Absolutely not 

Sca.nlan is more of a chaotic ‘eat me’ kind of guy lmao it’s both gross and kinda cool and Percy has definitely been victim of this a few times. He never wants to down the idiot gnome but life is what it is and sometimes he doesn’t get a choice lol. It’s something Sca.nlan can and will use as a prank. And also just when he doesn’t wanna walk. He also….really…wants to get ate by Pike

Speaking of pranks, Vax is more likely to use eating people nonsense as a prank than anything else. He thinks it’s gross but hilarious and will absolutely yoink Sca.nlan to eat himself or feed to an unsuspecting party member. Usually Percy cause it’s funny. He might also be okay with getting ate every once in a while, specially when he wants to be alone for a bit, but it’s not common. 

Pike….Pike might let herself get ate? But mostly just out of necessity for healing or something. Otherwise she’s more than content to just watch and laugh at the shenanigans 

As for Key.leth…pretty sure she’d be very okay getting ate by her man Vax lmao. They’re so sappy and sweet with each other and it’s adorable and also probably a regular occurrence. She’d likely be fine with any of her friends eating her tbh, but Vax is her favorite by a long shot, and she’s his favorite too of course

#the couples are so incredibly adorable #I love them #anyways enjoy my chaotic incoherent thoughts anon lol #soft vore #Safe vore #G/t vore #vores Machina #Fandom vore #Ask #anon ask #nonsexual vore

[its-a-kasshu-thing]

This is just a random observation that I noticed about Gundam Wing:

After like 10 years, I decided to rewatch the series and then I reread Heero’s Episode Zero chapter. According to EZ, Heero and Odin were only together by “contract”. That, to me, implied that Odin is not Heero’s biological father and that he’s only taking care of him out of some sort of obligation.

Now I haven’t read Frozen Teardrop and I don’t really plan to because, (I mean come on, have you seen that plot lol) I could pick apart what I do know about it but, it just seems a little odd. Heero’s chapter seems to lead the reader to the conclusion of Odin obviously feeling guilty about killing Heero Yuy and then he just randomly has this little boy with him. It’s as if that boy was Heero’s son and since Odin killed his father, he felt compelled to take the boy on as his own.

I understand FT says that Odin is in fact the boy’s biological father with Aoi Clark (who doesn’t even have an official character design btw) **Neither does Solo from Duo’s official backstory but I digress** being his mother but I just find it strange that the kid doesn’t have a name if he was Odin’s after all. Maybe it was mentioned that his name really is Odin Lowe II but why would that name not be alluded to at all in the series? The series alluded to his mantra that Heero repeats throughout the series which is basically to listen to the heart. Obviously Odin cared enough about Heero to take care of him. It just doesn’t make sense why this kid wouldn’t know his name/have a name. Also, I just find it random that Heero is related to Trant Clark, some random Oz soldier, that was curious about the zero system, with nothing really substantial mentioned about him like idk a great revelation that he’s like Heero’s uncle or something. Heero didn’t even end up fighting him lol.

I personally think it would have worked out better plot wise if Heero was Heero’s son rather than Odin’s because it would have only emphasized further that Heero really is the “perfect soldier”. He fights for the “revenge” of the colonies while beneath the surface he actually fights to avenge his own father without even knowing it. That’s the thing that makes Heero so pure intentioned though. He fights solely for peace within, not only the colonies but, the Earth as well (as seen at the end of the series). Revenge was never really the goal of any of the pilots or else they would have fully taken part in Operation Meteor, wreaking havoc everywhere for everyone both oz and civilians on Earth alike.

Also, I love how Odin’s character design in EZ was retconed for the more Heero looking one in FT/Glory of Losers and, at the same time, Heero Yuy’s design also has a striking resemblance to the main pilot. It’s like they couldn’t decide who Heero’s father should be.

Also, the Sanc Kingdom sought peace from Earth while Heero Yuy preached peace in the colonies and then you have the heir of the Sanc Kingdom end up with the son of the colonies’ prominent pacifist.

My headcanon is Heero is still the product of a love affair just not with Odin as the main man but Heero Yuy. Like his wife probably ordered for her husband to be killed for cheating with some younger woman, making Heero his illegitimate son, adding to the chaos of it all, resulting in his birth to be the actual catalyst that sparks war between the colonies and Earth. Somehow, I think that would have made more sense and really tie everything together so neatly and dramatically.

#heero yuy #gundam wing #mobile suit gundam wing #just my thoughts

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Voice claims through music

An excuse to geek out about my characters and music. Gonna throw down some songs/artists I think my characters sound like some is purely vibes. And toss down some explanation. I can toss down a playlist of all the songs if y'all want to go for that ride, I'd have to find a system for some where I just said the artist or an entire album.

Sorry for the chaos this is to read.

Tag list: @the-void-writes @aether-wasteland-s @magefaery @kk7-rbs @jezifster @winterandwords @liv-is @outpost51 @nanashi23 (Let me know if y'all want me to take you off or add you. Just making assumptions about who wants to see some character stuff)

-Fucked at Five-

Saz: Got that swoon worthy kinda voice swoon worthy as in she can really make you feel it when she speaks. Cracks pretty often, especially when she's got strong feelings about what she's saying. Half morphed voice gives a more ragged feel, cracks less but it's more intense. Still haven't figured out if any of the morphers can talk with words when fully morphed.

Her voice normal: Tracy Chapman (specifically her self titled album)

Half morphed form: Eat You Alive by Limp Bizkit and Hollywood Baby by 100gecs

Ian: Not to say it's whiny but it kinda is. It's voice has got the bass (think that's the word) and a sort of down low feel but it's got like that whiny edge that follows some of the shit he says. Stresses sounds on certain words that don't really need it. Kinda feels like he's being condescending at all times if you don't know him well. His half morphed form's voice still has that waving pitch stressed sounds thing going but arguably less intense. Personally I'd say his voice remains about the same octave maybe a tad bit higher.

Normal voice: The Vaccines and Blink-182

Half morphed form: Friend of a Friend by Weezer and Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus

Elliot: His voice isn't very deep and I definitely wouldn't call him soft spoken either. His voice is typically full of energy. His joy is typically contagious when not annoying. Of course his voice does fluctuate depending on the situation. Shock will either make it shoot up super high or drop really low. I think his half morphed voice is more noteable. Has more of a presence, maybe struggles to speak during his halfway form though.

Normal voice: Hopeless Romantic by Breezy Supreme and Out of My League by Fitz and The Tantrums

Half morphed form: She's Got Balls by AC/DC and I Just Wanna Live by Good Charlotte maybe a bit of Saturday by Remember Sports

Julie: Pretty normal in range and melodic. Her voice definitely has range though. Probably the kind of person who's voice gets higher when they're irked or attention gets put on them unexpectedly. But her voice can also drop a few octaves easily. Her half morphed form voice is still pretty melodic but the words are slower. A breath away from being off with the cadence.

Her normal voice: Breakin' My Heart (Pretty Brown Eyes) by Mint Condition

Half morphed form: Satan is Motor by Cake

-Robots & Gardens-

Peace: On the deeper end but not super deep. I don't think the octave in her voice fluctuates much. It doesn't really go lower and she can't really make it higher without her voice cracking or it just becoming silence. A bit of a slower speaker. She'll leave you hanging on her words sometimes but not painfully so. When she's angry her speech is usually faster and more aggressive.

Normal voice: Making Love to Me by Pink $ock and Party Sickness by Hope Tala and Lovely Day by Bill Withers

Angry tone: Iwss by Dellie Boe

Tone and vibes purely-> her speaking with Green: Sweet Tooth Baby by Ark Woods and My Baby Loves Me by Cyberbully Mom Club maybe a splash of Me and My Husband by Mitski

Green: Her voice is gruff and low. It's got a rumble to it. Like it comes from her throat and chest. The force/intensity varies with her mood. The happier/more at ease version is more of a rumble. The angrier version's get more bite it's deeper. The sound of her words clash together so it's almost like she's just growling at you the whole time.

Normal voice: Twisted Transistor by Korn and FMLYHM by Seether

Happy/Happier voice: Monkey Wrench by Foo Fighters and ULTRAnumb by Blue Stahli and Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard

Angry/highly irritated voice: I Saw Your Mommy... By Suicidal Tendencies and Pain by Soulfly and Man of the Year (Tree City Sessions) by Dance Gavin Dance.

Tone and vibes purely-> her speaking with Peace: Love Soft by Cyberbully Mom Club and When I Come Home by The Drums and a sprinkle of Michelle by Sir Chloe

Digits: More easily described as all over the place. I wouldn't say her voice is high. I'd actually say her voice is typically more monotone and even. She's just doing fucky shit with her voice all the time to make points. That's just how she talks. Excited? It's like she's chanting. Irritated? Whiny white boy voice activated. Hurt? An amalgamation of things who knows. Peace actually finds Digit's funny because of this.

Normal voice (more like her most comfortable): Mindless Self Indulgence (Frakenstein Girls Will Seem Strangely Sexy album mostly) and I'm Not Laughing Anymore by Left at London.

Annoyed voice: Glaive (in general) and gwen by wilt

Silly goofy voice 1: I Fucked Yr Mom by Sorry Mom and I Fuck Everything Up by Mom

Donnie: Sir is mute so their's is gonna be about their tone and the vibes they give off. He gives the vibes to me of a comforting kind of tone that can flip really quick. It's on the edge at all times. Except for when he's joking most likely. Though I find his annoyance a bit funny cause they can be a little snippy a bit of an asshole real quick.

Normal tone: Piss It All Away by Puddle of Mudd and Candy Rain by Soul Rebel

Sarcasm vibe/voice: Don't Kill Yourself, You're Too Sexy by salior mel

Annoyed tone: Suffocate by Cold and Heavy by Theory of a Deadman

Hollis: On the higher side but it's got a sway/waver to it. I'd argue it can be very melodic. It has some range to it but usually just higher not necessarily deeper. When she's more serious it will mellow out and her speed will usually slow down. You can definitely hear the hurt in her voice because the pitch usually remains in the same range so sudden changes (dips or highs) is usually pretty indicative of how she's feeling.

Normal Voice: Indigo De Souza

Serious tone/voice: Wasting Your Time by Indigo De Souza and Fireman by Frankie Cosmos

Sarcastic/Smartass tone: Doritos & Fritos by 100gecs and sex money feelings die by Lykke Li

#I have a hella amount of songs in this post #So I won't put a shit ton of links in for all of the songs #writeblr #character stuff #long post #my bad y'all

[every-aj-needs-an-angel]

Rules: post 10 of your favourite comfort movies then tag 10 people.

Thank you for the tag @its-all-ineffable ����

The Holiday. Hot people Christmassy romcom, what's not to like? What Jack Black does with his character!! Beautiful!! And do I need to say more than Kate Winslet? Also single dad Jude Law in glasses!! Cameron Diaz rocking out to The Killers!! And driving a Mini down a country road and nearly getting wiped out by a lorry. So accurate it's *chefs kisses* Favourite scenes include: Arthur's moment to shine, Miles and Iris in Blockbuster and the tent scene with the kids with an honourable mention for Mr Napkinhead 😂 It's my go-to movie whenever I'm sad because it's just so stupidly funny and adorable.

How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Jim Carrey. That's all I have to say. Honestly, I've seen this film a million times. I can quote it by heart and do so regularly much to my mums annoyance. The schedule scene is very me anytime I'm invited anywhere 😂 some favourite quotes "Am I just eating because I'm bored" "Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate. Double hate. LOATHE ENTIRELY!" "We're gonna die! I'm going to throw up, and then I'm gonna die!" "The insolence! The audacity! The unmitigated gall!" "Nice kid... bad judge of character" (absolutely me with my niblings) It's just the perfect remedy whenever I'm ill.

The Muppets Christmas Carol. I love all the adaptations but this one is my favourite. Me and my mum snuggle up every Christmas Eve and sing along. It reminds me of the magic of childhood Christmases and soothes something deep in my soul.

The Old Guard. This is the only adrenaliney one cos I have anxiety and I need chill shit if I watch a film but Joe & Nicky are my perfect Immortal Husbands and the tiny details of their relationship are all-encompassing and easily distract from all the murder and kidnap 😂

Mary Poppins. Do I need to say more than Julie Andrews? Dick Van Dyke. The outfits. The songs. Suffragettes. Tea parties on the ceiling. Dancing penguins. The merry-go-round horses. When I was a kid my mum used to foster so our house was always full of kids who needed someone to love them, make them feel safe and bring them some joy. That's probably why Poppins is one of my comfort characters, my mum was her.

Alice In Wonderland. Any of the adaptations. They're all brilliant. I do love the 1951 animation though mainly bc I adore the dormouse scene but becoming BFFs with a load of weird and wonderful creatures in a dreamstate is just *chefs kisses* Any scene with The Mad Hatter in any of the adaptations is my favourite but I am a sucker for the clean cup move down scene.

Sherlock Gnomes. I also love any Sherlock adaption but this one's just hysterical. Watson is just done™️. Sherlock and Juliet's squirrel disguise when sneaking through the park kills me every time. Moriarty as a pastry mascot and the fact he has dumb gargoyles as his assistants. Perfection really. Honestly, this film is just so fucking stupid you can't possibly feel sad when you watch it.

Monsters, Inc. bc it might've been like twenty years but I still want a Sully hug!! Also the pure beautiful hilarious chaos that is this film cracks me up. "Mike Wazowski", "Always watching" and "Put that thing back where it came from or so help me" are just killer lines. I absolutely adore The Abominable Snowman too he's just too sweet.

The Addams Family. Any of the films. All of the films. Gomez and Morticia are ultimate couple goals. They adore each other. Support their kids unconditionally. So kind and generous it often gets them in trouble. They're just perfect.

Red, White And Royal Blue. Last but not least, only because it's the newest. This film was amazing!! I adored the book and although the film is different I love that it's basically a 'what if' fanfic of itself. It was genuinely lovely to be able to watch a queer story and be able to relax with it!! Don't get me wrong I love how profound queer films can be but they either have me gripped in anxiety waiting for the shoe to drop or have me reaching for a comedian to brush away the deep-seated sadness. I felt so safe and yeah they have their ups and downs like every couple but I think I'd have felt the same safety with those characters even if I hadn't read the book first. 5* 10/10 highly recommend. Will be watching this on repeat for the foreseeable future.

Absolutely no pressure tags @mickalaem @flowercrowngods @auroraplume @estrellami-1 @i-less-than-three-you @mentallyundone @hbyrde36 @penny00dreadful @adhdsummer @writingfanficsfan 💖

#tag games #comfort films

[growingupgotham]

Good Night, Gotham

So I think anyone that’s been following this blog has known this was coming for a while. The multi-blog au fell apart (though I won’t deny I’ve made some of my greatest friends through it) and I just… stopped posting here. Maybe the occasional post every now and then but it’s been four months since my last one.

When I made this blog, I was nineteen and sitting alone in my uni dorm because my ‘friends’ had all gone out without me. I’d been thinking about it for a while but I guess the rampant loneliness was enough for me to take the plunge and make GrowingUpGotham; a chance just to throw a bit of silliness into the world. I never even intended for this to be a Jason Todd blog. Just an anonymous Gothamite until someone made a joke and it just spiralled into… this.

I don’t regret a second of the time I put into this blog or with the people I met through it. To quote Dickens; it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. The good times were great and the bad times were bad. But it is what it is. Honestly I grew a lot because of this blog - I started to realise people may actually like me and I was able to blossom. I’ve spread out more into other fandoms, made effort to make friends and just… be more me because the almost 2k of you that follow this blog proved that people do find me funny. People do like the ideas constantly rotating around my head.

In all honesty, I could have probably just left this blog dead but for me personally, I needed something finite; some sort of conclusion to this so that it wasn’t constantly hanging over me as a ‘what if’. Maybe one day I’ll come vs k but for now… For now, Jason Todd-Harper is a closed door for me. Perhaps they lived a quiet life with their husband, toad, and dog. Perhaps they continued to get into pure chaos. Perhaps they left Gotham all together.

But for now? Show’s over. That’s all he wrote!

If, for whatever reason, you want to keep up with me outside of this and see the things I’m up to now; my main blog is @delilah-briarwood . The fandoms I post for are a bit of a revolving door but a bit of the Batfamily always seems to sneak their way in there. My AO3 is DesertLily if you want to see the fics I wrote for this AU, or just my writing in general.

Whether you followed me from the very start or found me after this blog had started to wind down, thank you. I hope you had one hell of a ride because trust me, I certainly did.

So for now, this is me - Joey - signing off.

Good night, Gotham, and thank you for the good times

#ooc #I’ll keep this blog up but I won’t be posting anymore #have a good one guys!!

[lord-aldhelm]

So........ I did a thing and wrote an Aldflaed fanfic...

I started it about a year and a half ago, and only just now finished it. It is 25 chapters, 103k words. I uploaded the first chapter to AO3, and will upload a new chapter once a week until it is all uploaded. Warning in advance: it is a super slow burn. I apologize to your eyeballs in advance...

So for starters, this is the VERY FIRST fanfic I have ever written. I don't even read fanfic, let alone write it, so please keep that in mind when you read this. I am not a writer. The chapter titles are song titles because I could not think of good titles that were not spoilers. I have not read any in-universe TLK fanfic, so any similarities to other existing works is purely coincidental. Also, I wrote this for myself, and myself alone, so I am aware that it may not be everyone's cup of tea. I was originally not going to publish it, but since I put so much time and effort into it, I thought perhaps even if one other person gets something out of it then that is great.

Also, since this is my first time writing, I welcome constructive criticism. If there is a typo, or something does not make any sense and needs to be clarified, or if you think there is a better way for me to say something, please by all means leave a comment. But please do not come @ me if you just don't like it.

Second, this took me so long because it changed so much while I was writing it. It takes place starting with 3.10, and the majority of the fic takes place between Seasons 3&4, and then ends with basically a rewrite of Season 4. It has way more Uhtred in it than I originally intended, but don't worry it is NOT an Uhtred / Aethelflaed fic!

I am working on another one right now that is a Season 2-3 Aldflaed fic, although I don't know when that will be done. It will probably be as long as this one, so forever...

(pic from Instagram)

First paragraph and link to the first chapter below the cut...

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Springtime in Saltwic

Chapter 1: Bring Me To Life

Tensions were running high after King Alfred’s passing, and Aethelflaed could feel the low rumbling of chaos start to spread in the minds of the men around her. A king’s passing was always a volatile time, especially for those who were self-serving and devious. Aethelwold was trying to sow discord among the ealdormen, Aethelred was looking to cut ties with Wessex and establish himself as King of Mercia, and Edward, young and inexperienced, was struggling to maintain order. Then there were other worries and sorrows. Her mother was distraught after the loss of her husband, Uhtred was imprisoned and was likely to be banished again or killed on the orders of her mother, and Thyra, Father Beocca’s beloved wife and Uhtred’s sister, was killed in a suspicious house fire.

Aethelflaed left the great hall to seek comfort and safety in her room. But it would seem even her own room was not safe; the door handle was covered in blood. Terrified, she entered the room cautiously, not knowing what she would find inside. On the floor at the foot of her bed, to her great surprise, was Aldhelm. He was gravely injured, bleeding out from a stab wound in his abdomen. She did not need to be told who had done it; she knew without asking.

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#aldhelm #the last kingdom #aethelflaed #aethelflaed x aldhelm #aldflaed #tlk fanfic #the last kingdom fanfic #my fanfic #Springtime in Saltwic

[flowersarefreetherapy]

You Are My Sunshine: drabble

CW: Flirting, innuendos, really just pure, tooth-rotting fluff!

“The twenties were awesome.”

Robin puts down their fork, staring at Thad for several very long seconds. Until now, their dinner has been boring, just discussing their days and what the kids have been up to. The Dempseys made it to dinner, and their phone rests next to their plate so they can continue texting their sister. 

“The twenties?” Ezra asks. “Like the nineteen twenties?”

“Yeah! The clothes, the food, the parties, all of it!”

“Thad,” Robin says very slowly. “Us? In the twenties?”

Thad nods. “I think we’d do splendidly.”

Robin slowly looks around the table, at the each of the Dempseys and then back at their husband. Their Japanese-American husband. Married to a non-binary lawyer. And their kids. Who wouldn’t be allowed to sit in the same restaurant together, let alone hold hands when they walk down the street. 

“Thad. The twenties were not a good time.”

“I, I, I like them,” Star shrugs. “I like the, the fashion.”

“Yes, see, the fashion!” Thad watches them, a large smile on his face. 

Robin sighs. Their phone buzzes with a new text. “The fashion may have been good, but the laws were anything but that. And I wouldn’t have been able to practice.”

Thad’s smile falls. He mutters something about how Robin is right and is always right and he just thought it would be fun. They feel a pinch of guilt, but it fades when Ezra says, “I don’t know, I think the twenties would be fun too.”

Robin groans, running a hand down their face. “The twenties would not have been fun.”

“I could sell newspapers, make some coins, chill on rooftops all day.”

“Newsies isn’t real,” Daniel mutters. “Ow! Robin, Ezra kicked me!”

“Stop kicking each other,” Robin sighs. “And you’re wrong. Sort of. Newsies is based on actual events, so yes, you could have joined a strike during that time.”

“I, I want to join a, a strike.”

“No one is joining strikes. Please. If we lived back then, I wouldn’t want to bail you out of jail.”

“I really just want to see you in a flapper dress,” Thad mutters. 

Robin freezes, staring at him. They struggle to breathe for several seconds, their mind going blank with the suggested idea. Because that would mean Thad would be wearing suspenders and a fancy jacket—

Absolutely no need to go down that rabbit trail while you’re eating. 

Daniel pretends to gag. “Ew!”

“Thad,” Ezra groans. “Why would you say that in front of us?”

“I, I, I wouldn’t mind seeing Daniel in, in one,” Star says. 

Ezra instantly perks up. “Oh, now that is an idea. I think he would look good on a sparkly one, preferably with those thin straps and a very short—“

“Okay, thank you, that’s enough, please,” Robin interrupts. “I vote we move the topic elsewhere.”

“Why?” Ezra asks. “We’re just discussing fashion with Daniel.”

“Ezra.”

“Besides, it’s not like we started it.” Ezra turns to Thad with a far-too innocent grin on his face. “What style are you picturing for Robin?”

A rich blush creeps up Thad’s neck. Robin stares him down, daring him to say something he’ll regret. He coughs and shifts his weight. Star softly chuckles. 

“I, I don’t think he, he wants to, um, answer that.”

“I’d rather not,” Thad whispers. 

“Probably all for the best,” Ezra agrees. “It would be even skimpier than we were describing, I’m sure.”

Thad chokes on his drink. Robin very purposefully picks up their phone and responds to Maria. She’s asking how the night is going, and they’re tempted to beg for rescue. Instead, they tell her everything is fine and that Thad is causing chaos. 

“I don’t know.” Daniel leans back in his seat. “Ezra in a newsboy cap and long coat?”

“Please save the rest of this conversation for when you are home,” Robin says. “I really don’t want to know.”

“Not even if, if, if Thad was wearing, um, wearing one too?”

Star’s smile is far too innocent. Robin buries their face in their hands and mutters several choice words in Spanish. Ezra laughs and says he’ll wear those clothes if Daniel agrees to wearing a dress. Robin dares to glance at their husband, expecting him to stop the conversation. Instead, Thad winks at them. As if their children aren’t at the table. 

They don’t care and you know this. 

“Okay,” Robin says. “Are we ready for dessert?”

“I’m good,” Ezra says. They register his grin far too late as he takes Daniel’s hand. “Star and I have our dessert right here.”

“Ezra!”

“Well, we should be going. Thank you guys so much for dinner.”

Daniel laughs and pulls Ezra back into his seat. “We’re staying.“

“Aren’t you awfully bossy all of a sudden.”

Star coughs and they both look at him. He raises an eyebrow and Robin swallows back a laugh at how quiet the two become. They glance at Thad, who could win the Olympics of no eye contact at this point. He isn’t going to help them put out this fire. Instead, they go and get the cookies they baked that afternoon. Maria’s recipe and she’ll be thrilled to know they actually baked them this time. 

“Here you go.” They set the cookies in front of Thad. “Do you want dessert?”

Thad smirks. “I think I want to eat something else instead.” 

Of course you were going to say that. Robin leans close and whispers, “If I were you, I would take the cookies. What if I am the one eating tonight?”

Thad’s face returns to its lovely shade of red. Robin offers the cookies to the others, who have thankfully finished their bickering. They manage to get through the rest of dessert without having to wrangle their husband or their children, but still can’t get the mental picture of Thad wearing a suit out of their mind. 

I guess it’s time to go shopping then. 

Tagging: @pigeonwhumps @blood-is-compulsory (please let me know if you want to be added/removed!)

#flirting #innuendos #fluff #daniel the protector #ezra my boy #star my beloved #thad #robin #sunshine house

[themarcspector--moved]

So I've heard the palms universe features a character that can't die, what other powers show up? Also how does their inability to die manifest? (Resurrection, Relative invincibility, healing factor, other)

@poore-choice-of-words

Hello! Thank you for asking this question. I’ve been a little busy because I had a guest over. Hopefully, my response makes sense, when I get excited, sometimes I don't make sense. But I love talking about my stuff.

Well, for the inability to die, it’s a bit of a mix of healing factor and resurrection. Because she can die and has died before, she just comes back to life.

She simply cannot stay dead.

She heals from her injuries either rapidly or slowly when alive, but when she’s dead, it’s a quick process, and she’s brought back to life in a way that brings her back to life in a jolt. Sort of like when someone’s brought back to life with a defibrillator, and she comes back a little confused and disoriented for about five to thirty minutes depending on how bad the death was.

As for other powers linked to it, she also has the ability to speak and hear the dead. Which is linked to inability to not die, but she doesn’t know that yet. She doesn’t think it’s hallucinations, but her adoptive father – who doesn’t believe in ghosts – thinks it is. She can probably tap into other things like possession, since she can ‘feed’ her dead brother, by holding his hand while she’s eating, but she’s too scared to test that theory out and I’m too scared to give her that much power (I might and that’s why I gave her that ability lol and drew it lol)

Other powers: There are more than this and they're usually accompanied by another power. These are the basics.

Time Travel — Alexander Roscoe(the deceased husband), Martina Roscoe (the missing daughter, she can also talk to a being 'the void', which is basically a black hole at the center of the universe. along with that the ability to mimic movements.) Empathy – Beth Haydari (the wife, she can make you feel feelings and also take feelings away) Superhuman strength — Ricardo Valdez (the coolest guy you will ever meet) Shapeshifting — Evalyn Quinn (the mayor, baby!) Mind Control — Lorraine Santos, Charlotte Everly (One uses it for good one for bad) Power Mimicry — Ford Ellison (Some kid she finds later on. pure chaos. )

#[ universe: the palms redux ] #[ hc: the palms redux ] #noahswipstuff* #noahswritingstuffall*

[seldnei]

Taking stock of the writing: 2023

For any new followers: this is my annual post about my writing in the past year.  This is purely for my own mental health–the tag says “seldnei is tired of feeling like a slacker” for a reason.  Please feel free to skip.

So what did I accomplish in 2023?

Well, it was a helluva year, again.  We’ve acquired another teenager, with all that entails, which is a good thing overall but definitely added some chaos.  My boss retired earlier than expected, so day job went sideways for a while.  My cousin died, which was entirely unexpected.  My father died, which was both more and less unexpected.  Also the eldest BFF’s mom died, which was not traumatic for me, per se, but being able to spend a week with him was, like acquiring Q, a good thing surrounded by chaos.  Oh, and Z got his ADHD diagnosis, which has triggered some interesting realizations about the assumed neurotypicality of everyone in the household.  We are, in fact, that family who said, “But that can’t be a ‘disorder’; everyone is like that, right?”

I am exhausted, and my brain feels not only full but occasionally like it’s eating itself with self-analysis.

BUT.  I am here.  And I wrote things.

Stories/Poems/Etc.

Finished the second Exorcist story, and decided it did need to be mashed up with the first one.  I dunno, it’s still cuter than I like. 

Did the requested rewrite on the Teachout camel story, and got rejected again (I vaguely recall this as another rewrite request, but I could be wrong and can’t be arsed to dig through my email right now). I kind of think this editor and I have fundamentally different ideas as to what these stories are.  Keep this in mind as I get into future plans, btw, as it was a contributing factor.

Wrote some more TMA fanfic.

“And the Forest Sings of Secrets and the Dead” for FUCKIT, which prompted the best review of all time from Q: “What the fuck, Laura?”

“The Modern Eurydice: with Leto in the Mountains of Delos,” also for FUCKIT, which is probably my favorite thing I wrote this year.  I really hope there are more modern Eurydice stories somewhere in my head, because I loved writing this one and the first one.

Poetry:

“Elpis at the Farmer’s market” for FUCKIT

“4am, April 2023,” also for FUCKIT, the poem my husband wants to frame and put on the wall

Random bits and bobs in my notebook

I wrote three podcast scripts because I really want to make a podcast. 

Script one is a monologue type thing, continuing my explorations of ghosts and terrible mothers.

Scripts two and three are the first two episodes of a short series that adapts the not!Tempest/not!Mosquito Coast/not!Island of Dr Moreau thing I’ve been fucking around with for like four years now.  I think three more scripts and I’ll have the series completed, and then I can turn my attention to things like casting and recording and editing and hosting and posting and dear lord what the fuck.

 I started a bunch of other things:

The baseball/ghost romance novella, where I am trying out iterative outlining.

Some abortive attempts to find my way into my post-apocalypse cunning folk thing

A start and some notes for a gothic horror story that I probably will get back to in a while (watch this space in, like, three years)

Other Stuff

“An Oral History: The Dead Queen at 1223 Murchison Row” sold and came out in Artifice & Craft. 

I created my author website, which I’m still very pleased with.  Also did some blogging, but not as much as I would have liked.  Still, not sure when I had time?

Submitted things sporadically.

Kept up my morning writing routine, though it did have some disruptions here and there and the time got a little compressed.  But the biggest thing, I think, is that I kept going.  There was a lot of stuff going on in my life this year, and I wrote through it all.

Novel and Goals for 2024

Okay, this is where we get into the stuff that makes me nervous.

So the novel is on a second round of reading at a publisher.  This is taking forever, but the publisher has also posted periodically that they’re still working their way through subs, and frankly, I am entirely willing to let them do their thing because, as I said last year, I think this might be the absolute worst time to try and find an agent or publisher.  This is one of like two sparks of interest I have gotten for a book that a professional editor says is very good, so … yeah, we will let that lie.  Additionally, I’ve been reading some stuff from established trad authors who are also  having issues selling things, and I’m like … uuuggghhh.

Bearing that in mind … I’m going to start looking at and dipping my toe into self-publishing this year.  Guys, I am so tired of thinking about what an editor might or might not find appealing enough to publish; I want to write my weird little stories and have people read them.  I don’t even care if it’s just my friends and I only sell, like, three copies of anything.  I have long since resigned myself to never being a full-time writer, so while extra cash would be nice, it’s not something I desperately need.  (That said, I am going to be selling my work because it’s work, so.  But I have thoughts about discount codes and freebies, so we’ll see how it goes.)  I’d like to be able to hire an editor, commission covers, that kind of thing, though, so I’m also thinking about starting a Patreon to help fund those aspects of it, with rewards and all that good stuff.

So I can publish the novellas and short story collections, and if the publisher passes on my manuscript, I can publish the Teachout book and start writing the second one.

This is the scary part, though.  Am I too scattered to make something like this work?  What if no one has any interest? What about pirates (both cyber and sailor)?  Will I annoy people with self-promo?  Will people in my circle think less of me?  (Do I care about the people who would think less of me for doing this?) How will this affect my other writing?  OH GOD HOW DOES THIS AFFECT MY TAXES?!

I think I can do it.  I might ask y’all for cheerleading here and there.  I have a planner and Mr. Seldnei.

Every time I think about it and get scared, I think second Teachout book no matter what happens and I’m like … yeah. Yeah, I think I need to at least try.

So, goals for 2024:

FUCKIT subs

finish this baseball thing

Podcast

Patreon (?)

Self-publishing

AAAAAAAAAAA.

#seldnei writes things #seldnei is tired of feeling like a slacker #state of the writing #if i post it on social media i have to do it #encouragement welcome #cw: death

[gamerbearmira]

(SA)

"And why on earth would you put so much stalk into sacrificial magic?! Yes that magic is powerful but it is finicky and doesn't play well with others!" Faragonda was reading her sons mother in law the riot act for putting so much stock in the candles magic and how she was behaving after Mirabel didn't get a 'gift'.

"Especially ritualistic sacrifice which it sounds like her husband did. Remember what happened twenty years ago with those two wizards?" Griffin asked from where she was sitting with her great godchildren, bouncing Mirabel on her lap and hugging the older two close.

"Oh God don't remind me! That was a mess and a half! Things like that are why amateurs with no training shouldn't mess with magic, especially powerful hardly studied magic! Why on earth did you just assume you knew what it was for anyways? You're no expert on magic and even if you were sacrificial magic is rarely attempted or studied due to the high probability of something going wrong!" Faragonda pinched the bridge of her nose and Griffin smirked.

"Not to mention how overworking their...gifts...can damage their magical cores...and given-"

"And are you trying to permanently cripple them or send them into an early grave?! Making them use their gifts so much for such little things or trying to manage gifts with no way of giving good regulation? How do you expect someone mentally, emotionally and physically exhausted to be able to heal anyone?! Healing magic is so precise and needs years of study for most to even attempt to heal a broken bone, and yet you're using it for papercuts and bruises?! Not to mention the weather control! If it's tied to her emotions then there would be no way to perfectly control it without great risk to her own emotional and mental and even physical health. And seeing the future is messy and a hassle and often leads to migraines and is unreliable due to ripples and changes. And then the little ones-!" Faragonda went off on a tirade for a good few minutes as she picked apart everything Alma was doing wrong and how it could hurt the adults and the grandkids of the family.

Griffin just watched amused from the sidelines and occasionally egged her old friend on.

"Aunt Griffin. You're not helping." Agustin said shaking his head at her but he was smiling.

"I'm a witch. We don't help. We create chaos." Griffin said cheerfully even as she bounced Mirabel and Camilo on her knees with ease. God it felt like not even yesterday she was doing this for a tiny Agustin while babysitting for her friends...and now she was doing it for Agustin's kids. Time passed by too fast.

"But...but the magic...and her door faded...she must have done something!" Alma said although she had shrunk down under the tirade from the older woman.

"Are you seriously trying to blame and gaslight a five year old?!?" Faragonda demanded and Griffin gave a small whistle.

"Wow even witches don't do something like that." Griffin said and Faragondas magic was almost visible around her as she glared at Alma.

"Of course your finicky jealous sacrificial magic didn't give her a 'gift'! Like I've been saying! It's finicky and jealous! So of course when it sensed her fairy magic it didn't want to give her extra!" Faragonda said and Mirabel sniffled.

"So...so I do have magic? I'm not broken?" Mirabels small voice asked hesitantly and Griffin had the girl off of her lap and in her arm pressing kisses to her hair immediately.

"Of course you aren't broken. You're perfect the way you are. Unfortunately you're a fairy, you'd make a fabulous witch...but I guess that can't be helped. But hey even if you were a witch or a fairy or even something else you'd be perfect just the way you are." Griffin was soothing the girl with a soft voice and tender reassuring smile.

The glare she shot at Alma though was pure molten rage.

"Your Aunt Griffin is right little one. You're perfect the way you are no matter what. The reason the candle didn't give you a gift is cause you take after my side of the family and got older, stronger magic instead." Faragonda said and she shot Griffin a look even as the two reassured the little girl while the family looked horrified at hearing her ask if she was broken.

"Griffin...do me a favor please? Take the children outside to play, maybe let them show you around the village." Faragonda asked making her oldest and closest friend nod her head slightly.

"As long as you make sure that hag gets what's coming to her. Witches to their core are inherently broken. But there's no God damn reason for a five year old to think she is."

"Consider that both done and a pleasure."

GE

GET HER FARAGONDA‼️‼️‼️

Not but like. We love her for doing that. Really had to go off there and explain to her that what she was doing is. Incredibly dangerous. Like even if you knew nothing about magic, I think it’s common sense not to stress someone’s magic like Alma did 💀💀 and Griffin egging her on….we love that, and we love Agustín for not stopping her <333 wait till Faragonda finds out Bruno dipped into the wall. Spinning.

Faragonda pulling up on Alma:

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto Agustín #winx faragonda #winx griffin #winx au