#jane is still the priority but like

[shadowedvalesa]

so. i did a thing. perhaps it was an impulsive thing. perhaps it wasn’t. y’all can laugh at me if u want :covers face:

#this is NOT a promo or anything #i just thought everyone should know they’re following a princess fiona stan….. #jane is still the priority but like #Fiona is such a babe idc #if you do have fantasy blogs or anything like that #FEEL FREE TO FOLLOW #but otherwise. #just look at me put on my clown wig and try to run three blogs at once #AND i think people very easily forget #how good the first two shrek movies actually are #bc of the memes surrounding them

[whetstonefires]

You know what I realize that people underestimate with Pride & Prejudice is the strategic importance of Jane.

Because like, I recently saw Charlotte and Elizabeth contrasted as the former being pragmatic and the latter holding out for a love match, because she's younger and prettier and thinks she can afford it, and that is very much not what's happening.

The Charlotte take is correct, but the Elizabeth is all wrong. Lizzie doesn't insist on a love match. That's serendipitous and rather unexpected. She wants, exactly as Mr. Bennet says, someone she can respect. Contempt won't do. Mr. Bennet puts it in weirdly sexist terms like he's trying to avoid acknowledging what he did to himself by marrying a self-absorbed idiot, but it's still true. That's what Elizabeth is shooting for: a marriage that won't make her unhappy.

She's grown up watching how miserable her parents make one another; she's not willing to sign up for a lifetime of being bitter and lonely in her own home.

I think she is very aware, in refusing Mr. Collins, that it's reasonably unlikely that anyone she actually respects is going to want her, with her few accomplishments and her lack of property. That she is turning down security and the chance keep the house she grew up in, and all she gets in return may be spinsterhood.

But, crucially, she has absolute faith in Jane.

The bit about teaching Jane's daughters to embroider badly? That's a joke, but it's also a serious potential life plan. Jane is the best creature in the world, and a beauty; there's no chance at all she won't get married to someone worthwhile.

(Bingley mucks this up by breaking Jane's heart, but her prospects remain reasonable if their mother would lay off!)

And if Elizabeth can't replicate that feat, then there's also no doubt in her mind that Jane will let her live in her house as a dependent as long as she likes, and never let it be made shameful or awful to be that impoverished spinster aunt. It will be okay never to be married at all, because she has her sister, whom she trusts absolutely to succeed and to protect her.

And if something eventually happens to Jane's family and they can't keep her anymore, she can throw herself upon the mercy of the Gardeners, who have money and like her very much, and are likewise good people. She has a support network--not a perfect or impregnable one, but it exists. It gives her realistic options.

Spinsterhood was a very dangerous choice; there are reasons you would go to considerable lengths not to risk it.

But Elizabeth has Jane, and her pride, and an understanding of what marrying someone who will make you miserable costs.

That's part of the thesis of the book, I would say! Recurring Austen thought. How important it is not to marry someone who will make you, specifically, unhappy.

She would rather be a dependent of people she likes and trusts than of someone she doesn't, even if the latter is formally considered more secure; she would rather live in a happy, reasonable household as an extra than be the mistress of her own home, but that home is full of Mr. Collins and her mother.

This is a calculation she's making consciously! She's not counting on a better marriage coming along. She just feels the most likely bad outcome from refusing Mr. Collins is still much better than the certain outcome of accepting him. Which is being stuck with Mr. Collins forever.

Elizabeth is also being pragmatic. Austen also endorses her choice, for the person she is and the concerns she has. She's just picking different trade-offs than Charlotte.

Elizabeth's flaw is not in her own priorities; she doesn't make a reckless choice and get lucky. But in being unable to accept that Charlotte's are different, and it doesn't mean there's anything wrong with Charlotte.

Because realistically, when your marriage is your whole family and career forever, and you only get to pick the ones that offer themselves to you, when you are legally bound to the status of dependent, you're always going to be making some trade-offs.

😂 Even the unrealistically ideal dream scenario of wealthy handsome clever ethical Mr. Darcy still asks you to undergo personal growth, accommodate someone else's communication style, and eat a little crow.

#hoc est meum #pride and prejudice #elizabeth bennet #charlotte lucas #meta #charlotte is a much less sociable person than lizzie #so avoiding her husband most of the time and not seeking out his company is more viable for her! #she also has more patience for people being wrong #partly i think because she kinds checks out and lets them get on with it which lizzie isn't too great at even with her mother #people have different needs like that's a thing okay #marriage #spinsterhood #pragmatism #like if elizabeth had to listen to collins talk for a few months straight she would be nearly insane with rage #he's not just a low-quality man he's a man designed to be the worst for her specifically #also note that because jane's marriage is elizabeth's fallback plan #darcy screwed her over personally by interfering between her and bingley #she ofc does not bring this up how could she #but it's intensifying the anger during the hunsford rejection i think

[nelkcats]

Haunted Library

A long time ago Ghostwriter and Phantom had some kind of rivalry with each other, the ghost was still upset with the halfa for sending him to prison while the halfa was still upset about being forced to celebrate christmas.

The ghosts watched them closely on days of truce, waiting for them to behave; the other days however, weren't their problem, so the rivalry just continued to grow.

Until eventually they got tired of fighting and made a deal of sorts, which ended with Danny opening a library in Gotham; It turns out that Ghostwriter had wanted to open one in the human world since a long time, but there were many things that prevented it, such as being human for example.

So yes, Danny ended up owning a giant library full of mini-portals to the Infinite Realms, Ghostwriter lectured him for hours on the proper handling of books, and while he didn't directly give out the originals there were plenty of copies of unpublished works, courtesy of the ghost personal library.

Danny doubted that people would pay much attention to such copies since those could be borrowed but not taken from the place or they would have an angry ghost haunting them.

Upon learning of the announcement of a new library the bats were suspicious, but they put it as a minimum priority. Noticing this, Jason couldn't help but take an interest and check it out for himself.

The place turned out to be excellent, albeit understaffed if you count the owner being the only one present managing everything, but the place was huge, Jason couldn't help but feel like a little kid in a candy store: this was so organised! the chairs were also comfortable! the atmosphere and decorations helped to feel relaxed too.

He cleared his throat in embarrassment at his own thoughts before heading to the Jane Austen section, gaping at the sight of copies of first editions and some books that hadn't even been published, how was that possible?

He looked at the owner but he only greeted him with a smile and decided to look away from him; In the end, he decided that this library would be his, perhaps not directly, but no one could approach such a sacred place with bad intentions. Not even the bats.

And as such, both Danny and an invisible Ghostwriter looked at Red Hood routinely coming in to read on some couch, no one else seemed concerned so they just let it be.

Danny was pretty sure he was the same guy who came to him in the morning asking for recommendations, the corrupted ectoplasm of him was a bit of a giveaway, but the guy was cute, so he just let it slide.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc x dp #jason todd #ghostwriter #dead on main #This is Phantom and ghostwriter truce kinda #Danny just moved to Gotham #He lives inside the library #Jason is in love #both for the books and the owner #The library is actually helping Jason with the pits #Does this counts as Ghostwriter being matchmaker #He threatened Danny a lot btw #Danny ended up knowing too much about books and how to take care of it #detective comics #red hood #jason todd x danny fenton #Jason will own the library #even if he have to marry the owner for it #For Jason this is the second comming of Alexandria #Now Red Hood territory is Crime Alley and the Library #Is public knowledge for Gotham #Jason just saw everything and went like “Will this be my loved one? My destiny?”

[calliesmemes]

EVEN MORE ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED COMEDIC RELIEF

ASSORTED SENTENCE STARTERS FROM AROUND THE INTERNET, including quotes from Tumblr, Pinterest, TikTok, and X (formerly known as Twitter), for when a muse wants to lighten up the situation at hand.

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

“   It’s sea shanty time once again my fellow bastards of the ocean! ”

“   Partner, I reckon that I ain’t been feeling very yeehaw lately. ”

“   I don’t study; I consult the lore. ”

“   Yeah, I understand women — they all want daggers and swords. It’s all quite simple, really. ”

“   Lord forgive me but I may have to make a nonessential purchase. ”

“   Those are bold words for someone in stabbing range. ”

“   Yes I’m a gatekeeper and a hater. I’m also God’s most favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. ”

“   My primary motivations are fear, spite, and aesthetic longing. ”

“   Man — if I had a sword, I wouldn’t be worried about shit. ”

“   It’s not blood that runs through these veins but glitter gel pen ink. ”

“   If I was in a Jane Austen novel, I would be the one sent to the seaside for my health. ”

“   Half of me is a hopeless romantic, and the other half of me is … well … an asshole. ”

“   I am the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person I know. ”

“   I hope I give off the vibe to all animals that I am their ally and their friend. ”

“   I see you’re paying attention to someone who is not me. Why is that? ”

“   Normalize letting me talk without making any sense. ”

“   Don’t care, didn’t ask, plus my psychic visions have predicted the outcome of this encounter. ”

“   I could be so much worse. For example, I could start acting like my father. ”

“   Sorry for acting so strange and irregular; It will happen again. ”

“   i love sitting in my room.....alone....a girl in her cave....scheming and plotting and drinking tea. ”

“   These man made horrors are beyond YOUR comprehension. I get it though. ”

“   I’m a goth girl on the inside. On the outside? A father figure. ”

“   I don’t need to face reality; I’m not just that type of girl. ”

“   DO I LOOK LIKE I GIVE A frickle-frackle? ”

“   I’m about to cha cha real smooth off a fucking cliff. ”

“   Sorry I told you about my trauma. Do you still think I’m hot? ”

“   My priorities aren’t straight and neither am I. ”

“   I have felt permanently guilty for no reason since I was like eight years old. ”

“   Of course I have a lot of pent up rage, you fool! I’ve been the same height since I was twelve years old! ”

“   I was born for shock value. ”

“   Good morning! God has let me live another day and I’m about to make it everyone’s problem. ”

“   Oh, I slept miserably because I was tormented by terrible visions all night. I hope none of them were prophetic! ”

“   Be the surreal nonsense that you want to see in the world. ”

“   Being smart has never stopped me from being a complete fucking idiot. ”

“   My hobbies include knowing things and being right. ”

“   This is good advice, but don’t tell me what to do. ”

“   I hate the idea of authority. What the fuck is someone being superior to me? Bitch I’m gonna take your kneecaps. ”

“   Stop forgiving my crimes! I worked so hard on those! ”

“   My hobbies? Uhhhh, symbolism mostly. Metaphors and implications and the like. ”

“   I may not have any braincells, but I make up for it by having many heart cells. ”

“   I can’t mansplain manipulate manwhore my way out of this one guys! ”

“   Not all your life decisions have to be smart. Some can be purely for cinematic value. ”

“   Sometimes I wish I looked more fragile and feminine like a dainty flower, but I do enjoy looking like I hate everyone. ”

“   Any dream can be a prophetic dream if you’re willing to do some really weird shit. ”

“   girl help there is not enough enrichment in my enclosure. ”

“   BRO, you NEED to stop SUMMONING DEMONS in the FRAT HOUSE. ”

“   I just gave your address to some spiders! ”

“   I disappoint my father as a hobby now. ”

“   I think that the dark circles under my eyes add to my aesthetic actually. ”

“   Good news! I’ve successfully replaced all of my emotions with jokes! ”

“   I have half a braincell left and I’m very scared to use it! ”

“   Listen, son — in this world, it’s either yeet or be yeeted. ”

“   I appreciate the advice, but I think that I’m old enough to make my own bad decisions. ”

“   I’m disappointed in me too. Y’all aren’t special. ”

“   Running from your demons is the best exercise! ”

“   Sorry; I can’t commit any crimes with you. My mom says that I have to study. ”

“   Time flies when you don’t know what the fuck is going on. ”

“   If I run out of tacos, I can no longer maintain my human form. ”

“   Bestie, I don’t think that I can girlboss under these conditions. ”

“   Yeah I’ve had combat training; I can do anxiety attacks! ”

“   Swag is earned, not learned. ”

“   Contrary to popular belief, violence solves a lot. ”

“   I CANNOT STAND YOU ALL so I will SIT DOWN. ”

“   Please God no … I don’t need any more character development right now! ”

“   If you can’t beat ‘em, yeet ‘em. ”

“   Do not put me in a situation. I’m at my limit and I am very tired. ”

“   I may be depressed, but at least I’m not basic. ”

“   It’s MY LIFE and I’ll sabotage it myself, thank you. ”

“   Think twice? Bold of you to assume that I think once. ”

“   At the next inconvenience, I will start biting people. ”

“   Oops I think that I just experienced an emotion. ”

“   Did you know that rats spelled backwards is star? ”

“   One day, I’ll be reincarnated as a pigeon, and I’ll shit on your head. ”

“   On the outside, I’m a baddie — but on the inside, I’m a saddie. ”

“   My grandma bullies me through the Ouija board. ”

“   I’m a cool person if you can just look past my personality. ”

“   Beetles don’t have to do taxes, and I think that is a beautiful way to live. ”

“   I hope that you get your character development arc soon. ”

“   Those are some nice kneecaps … It’d be a shame if someone stole them … ”

“   I’ve wanted to be a trophy wife ever since I was a little boy. ”

“   I’m done being baby; I want POWER ”

“   Wait, “Just Standing There Ominously” doesn’t count as socializing? ”

“   Yes I am smart, and yes, I am stupid. It’s called being flexible. ”

“   I am NOT delusional!!!!! I am OPTIMISTIC! ”

“   I deserve compensation for not being the menace to society that i could be, like i'm skipping out on a lot of fun here. ”

“   Do not ask me if you should or shouldn't do something !!! Before I am a friend I am an enabler !!! ”

“   i am the WORLDS PRETTYIST PINK PRINCESS and im gonna KILL YOU WITH MY HUGE FUCKING HAMMER ”

#askbox meme #askbox prompt #rp ask meme #ask box #roleplay sentence meme #sentence starters #roleplay prompts #roleplay sentence starters #* sentence meme #rpc help

[moonstruckme]

hiiii ! im not sure if you take requests but i would LOVE just a small sirius x coquette reader blurb!!! nothing specific just anything!

i just think they would be so opposites and it would be so so cute <3

Hi gorgeous, I do! Thanks for requesting <3

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 810 words

“I feel like I’m smelling smoke,” you say, and Sirius hastily lets the strand of hair fall from the curling wand. 

“You’re delusional,” he replies when it doesn’t look totally charred. “I’m a pro at this, sweetheart.” 

You hum dubiously. “Well, I appreciate your help. I can never reach the ones in the back, they always end up looking wonky.” 

“Yeah, you owe me big,” Sirius lets his voice stretch long and reluctant, as if you don't both know how much he loves getting to play with your hair. “Gonna do a ribbon today?”

“Sure.” You lean forward to apply your lipstick in the mirror. 

“Which one?” 

“You can pick, Siri.” 

He deliberates for a moment, taking the opportunity to let his eyes skim over you under the guise of assessing your outfit, before holding a pink one up in the mirror for your approval. You nod happily, and Sirius begins gathering your hair in his hands. 

“Hold still a minute, pretty thing.” He makes sure there’s a couple of ringlets loose in the front like you like them and pins the ribbon in place. 

“Is it straight?” you ask, twisting your lipstick shut and capping it. 

“Dollface, you wound me.” 

“Fine, I’ll trust you.” You roll your eyes with a smile. “Ready to go, love?” 

“Actually, let me get ready really quickly.” Sirius peers into the mirror with great concentration and shoves his hands into his hair, shaking it out at the roots until it looks as messy as possible. “Okay, ready.” 

“Hilarious.” 

“You’re just jealous,” he says, “that my routine is so much easier than yours.” 

“Siri, I’ve seen you spend hours cutting the sleeves off of all your t-shirts.” You give him a teasing look, slipping your feet, clad in frilly socks, into your Mary Jane’s while Sirius tugs on his combat boots. “Don’t act like you’re so low-maintenance.” 

“You wish you had tattoos this sick to show off.” Sirius feels sort of like a big dog you’ve got on a leash, the way you stroll towards the front door with him on your heels. 

“Not really, no. That’s your thing, not mine.” 

“Someday,” he says wistfully, following you out the door and shutting it behind him. “Someday I’m going to get you into a tattoo shop, and you’re going to come out looking so punk rock no one will even recognize you.” 

You give him a deadpan look, though the effect is made somewhat less intimidating by your sweet face and cutesy outfit. “Sure, love.” Sirius grins at you, straddling his bike and slipping on his helmet. You hesitate. “Can we walk? It’s not far, and I don’t want the wind to mess up my hair.” 

“Oh.” A tiny pang of disappointment goes through Sirius, but he understands. Hair is always the priority. “Sure.” 

“Actually, wait just a second.” You lean in close to his face, frowning, and Sirius’ eyebrows inch upwards before he realizes you’re using the reflective visor of his helmet to see yourself. You purse your lips. 

“I forgot to blot,” you say quietly, almost to yourself. You bring a finger to your mouth, tapping at your bottom lip to remove the excess lipstick. Sirius watches the motion with unchecked awe, your pretty pink lips supple and oscillating under your touch. 

“Siri, baby, can I have your hand?” 

He gives it to you without hesitation, and you raise it to your lips, stamping pink lipstick onto the backside of his palm. You press your lips together one final time before smiling, satisfied. “Okay, you can take the helmet off now.” 

Sirius does, almost in a trance, looking down at the mark you’ve left on his hand. It’s perfectly pressed, the pink a funny-looking contrast against his dark painted nails and the silver rings that adorn his knuckles. 

“C’mere, sweet thing,” he says. You look a bit perplexed, but step closer to where he’s still straddling his bike, the dainty floral pattern of your tights brushing his dark jeans. He takes your face in both hands. “You’re so lovely, you know that?” 

You’re well used to Sirius’ flirting, but the sincerity in his voice has a pretty blush rising to the apples of your cheeks. The pinkness of it matches nicely, the thinks, with your lipstick and the ribbon in your hair. Sirius pulls you towards him, smushing his lips to yours. 

You make a startled sound of protest. “Sirius!” you pull away, raising a hand to hover by your lips. “You’re going to mess it up!”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, but you’re already picking up his helmet from where he’d set it on the seat, checking your reflection. “It’s more punk rock that way.” 

“I told you.” You swipe at a smudged spot of pink at the corner of your lips, giving him a dazzling smile. “That’s your thing, not mine.”

#sirius black #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #sirius black x self insert #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fic #sirius black fluff #sirius black imagine #sirius black scenario #sirius black baby blurb #sirius black drabble #sirius black oneshot #sirius black one shot #the marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders era #marauders #marauders fanfic #marauders fic #the marauders era #marauders fandom #hp marauders

[the-dawn-star]

Hii!! Can you do Jane x reader where she’s Jane’s mate but still human. One day some important information gets leaked out and everyone in the volturi thinks the reader leaked the info. (Aro can’t read her mind) So they question her for a long time and when she still says that she didn’t do it they make Jane torture her with her power. As Jane is torturing her someone walks in and says that she didn’t do it. By the time Jane stops the reader is passed out. Everyone and mostly Jane regrets what they’ve done. The reader doesn’t wake up for a few days and Jane is in absolute sorrow. And when she finally wakes up she doesn’t even look Jane in the eyes bc of the betrayal she feels. Just a lot of angst yk:))) Buuut they make up in the end. Thank youuu🫶🏻

A/N: Hi and first of all love this idea. I kind of made this longer than intended and I left it guite open ended but I hope you like it and you don't mind I changed it a bit. Once again Jane is the movie version of the character!!!

-S

+800ish words.

CW: I mean Jane tortures Reader. Heavy angst.

Your relationship had been a struggle for a long time. You were still a human and now you were moved to Volterra to live with the vampire royalty. It was all so much, but so was your blossoming love for Jane. Your dear Jane. Jane whose main priority in life was protecting the kings and working. It was all that she had ever known, and you couldn’t even blame her for that. But Jane had started to open up to you as time went on. She talked to you about the most mundane things in her life but in truth you could have listened to her for hours.  

Aro hadn’t loved the idea of Jane finding her mate. He was so protective of the girl that he had found hundreds of years ago. And you didn’t make this protectiveness any easier. Quickly Aro had found out that his powers didn’t work on you. Reason for this wasn’t clear but after a bit of convincing Aro accepted you to move to Volterra to get to know Jane better.  

“My love...” Jane had the voice of an angel and that was the only thing that could wake you up from your sleep without making you pissed off.  

You let out a non-committal groan and opened your eyes.  

“I’m sorry but I need to go to work. There has been a problem...” Jane being evasive made you sit up in worry.  

“What’s wrong?”  

“I can’t talk about it yet, just stay here until I get back, okay?”  

You didn’t have time to answer until your mate had left the room leaving you alone on the cold bed.  

With a bit of hesitation, you laid back down and slowly fell back asleep.  

~~~ 

You woke up with your room door being slammed open. Two guards that you didn’t know walked in and didn’t give you any time before ripping you from the bed and dragged you out of the room.  

You begged for some sort of explanation. Anything that made you understand why you were being dragged to the lower levels of the castle... The levels where you weren’t allowed to go. The levels where Jane had to work sometimes, leaving her exhausted as a vampire can be.  

You were thrown into a small simple room, with a tiny table, chair and a bed, if you could call a mattress with a pillow a bed.  

It was a while before you saw anyone but when you finally saw a person you didn’t assume it would be Jane. Your dear Jane.  

“Jane! My love! What’s going on?!” You asked, hurrying to the door trying to reach your love.  

“Don’t..., I know what you did.”  

The love that you had come so used to was gone from her eyes. Her eyes were pooling with venom and her eyes were dark and sad.  

“What are you talking about?” You asked while feeling the anxiety rising up to the surface.  

“Don’t play dumb! You were the only one I told about the plans! Aro was read everyone's minds already! It has to be you so just admit it please!” 

Jane’s yells bounced off the walls and for the first time looking at her you didn’t see your love. You saw a terrified and angry young woman, who could case you more pain than you could ever imagine. Was this what most people saw when looking at your mate? Danger? Pain?  

“Are you talking about the Romanians? Is this all about that!”  

Jane had told you about Aro’s plan to kill the rest of the Romanian coven, but all the details she had told you were now erased from your mind by time.  

“Yes, it is, so just confess!” Your normally calm Jane, she was panicking.  

You didn’t have anything left to say. You were confused, scared, angry..., alone. Your only ally in the castle, your dear Jane, had left you.  

“Okay..., if that’s what you want...,” Jane’s words were ominous, and your stress level rose to the roof.  

Then the pain started. The pain that Jane had promised you would never feel. The blinding, fiery pain. You couldn’t feel your body anymore, it was just pain. Until it all went away... 

~~~ 

You finally opened your eyes. You woke up back in your bed and for a second it all seemed like a bad dream. You took a deep breath letting yourself sink into the mattress. But your peace was interrupted when you took a look around the room. 

Jane was curled into a corner of the room, eyes glued to you. Her sad eyes. Her black eyes pooled with venom.  

You couldn’t look at her, not right now at least, so you got up from the terribly comfortable bed and walked straight to the bathroom locking it behind you.  

You looked like death. Tired and angry, but you couldn’t do anything about that just yet.  

“I’m really sorry..., you have to believe me, my love. We really thought that it was you...” Jane’s words behind the door didn’t make you feel any better. And to make sure you didn’t lash out you stayed quiet. You had all the right to be quiet after screaming your throat raw.

~~~

Feel like you want to support me via Kofi? No preasure tho!

#jane volturi x reader #jane volturi imagine #jane volturi #jane volturi writing #aro volturi #the volturi #volturi #twilight x reader #the volturi guard #the twilight saga #the twilight renaissance #volturi x reader #volturi guard

[simpfordemetri]

The Volturi guard giving the mate a first kiss ⁉️⁉️

FIRST KISS WITH THE VOLTURI GUARD

ALEC

He neves kissed anyone before,so it was also his first kiss.You two were having a hard time accepting the mate bound due to him being a Volturi and you being a Cullen.

This was supposed to be just a dumb fight like you two always had,but you started to get nervous about some things he was ranting about.

“You think my plan was to being mated to a dumb and useless human?Not to speak about the fact that you are a Cullen”

He shut his mouth surprised by his own words and turned to look at you,just to capt a tear running down your face

In less than a second he was holding you to him whispering apoligies to you,and you werent planning to forgive him

Until he lifted your chin with his thumb,making your lips meet for the first time in a short but full of feelings kiss,that was all you two needed to accept your future together

DEMETRI

You have been staying in the castle for about two months now,everyone was quite polite to you and you started to made good friends like Felix and Marcus

However,even though you knew Demetri and you were mates,he didnt seem to take the step of taking you out or actually confess his feelings

And you werent going to take that step,that is on him,but you were starting to get tired

What you didnt expect were to saw your shared bed covered in rose petals when you opened the door

When you raised your sight,there was him,with his charming smirk

Music started to play and he took you by the hand to slow dance with you,and suddenly your heart started to beat very fast,and he could hear it of course

With that,he inclined his head and kissed you passionately,grabbing your waist and pulling you to him

“You seemed nervous and that were a good tachtic to calm you down,right?”He whispered

FELIX

He never felt shy about flirting with someone,until he met you,he met his mate,and suddenly whenever he tried to flirt and make a step in your mate bound,he felt like the cat ate his tongue

So actually you came near him this time,he were sitting in the park of the Volturi castle,looking at the sunset

His skin were glowing due to the sun that still were left out and honestly you thought he had never seen that good

And you accidentally said that out loud,making him giggle and be by your side within seconds

You felt embarrassed but he calmed the situation by laughing and telling you how cute you actually looked

It took you by surprise when you looked up to look at him and he was already looking at you

Without warning he leaned down and gave you a little peck

When he was about to pull away in case you did not like it,you grabbed him by the neck of his t-shirt and gave him the best kiss he ever had

JANE VOLTURI

As same as her brother,she never kissed anyone,those things wasnt really a priority for her

Until she met you,her mate

She was aware of the lack of contact between you two,even though she started a relationship with you two months ago

She couldnt help but felt some fault,but you always tried to reassure her telling her there was no pressure

But suddenly a simple Friday everything changed,she took you on a walk enjoying the rainy day

Until you two arrived to a small park in the centre of Volterra,where ir seem there were many couples

She noticed the PDA between those couples and out of nowhere she decided to kiss your cheek and give physical affection a try

But as a reaction you turned your head at the same time making your lips connect

And you two stayed like that for a few seconds

Small and quick,but a cute first kiss

#twilight #the twilight saga #the volturi #twilight saga #alec volturi #demetri volturi x reader #felix volturi x reader #alec volturi headcanons #felix volturi headcanons #alec volturi x human #alec volturi x y/n #alec volturi x reader #alec volturi imagine #demetri volturi x you #demetri volturi x y/n #demetri volturi headcanons #felix volturi x y/n #felix headcanons #felix volturi imagine #jane volturi x y/n #jane volturi x imagines #jane volturi headcanons #jane volturi x reader

[asimmutableasgravity]

paper rings (teacher!spiderdads)

this is dedicated to ran podiumspray who helped me get this idea all fleshed out idk maybe if i get like 20 notes I'll write it fr idkkk

EDIT: read chapter 1 here!

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Someone drops their lunch tray on the table with a large bang. Miguel sighs before he looks up at Jess, who sits across him at the table. He always hopes that maybe he's intimidating enough that no one will sit near him in the canteen, that maybe people still believe that rumour that Mister O'Hara actually is a vampire who sucks people's blood.

But even if that were true, Jess would probably still sit across him and gossip.

Jess has been the closest thing Miguel has to a friend in this place, so he knows that she knows that he's not being an asshole when he continues to write down his lesson plan in his notebook. He's an excellent listener, she's said before. And she only comes by if she has something juicy, something Miguel cares about.

"I heard Parker got divorced," She says, twisting open her apple juice.

Miguel's pen stops moving.

He looks up at her.

He turns to where Peter is standing in line. A kid is engaging him in a lively conversation, and his eyes are bright in the way they always are. But Miguel, under Jess' guidance, knows how to sniff out details. Something something literature something something. He can see the dark stubble dotting his chin, the unironed shirt and the dark circles under his eyes.

"He could just be stressed," Miguel offers.

"He's not wearing his wedding ring." Okay, maybe he's not the best at looking for things yet. Miguel squints, and he can't see the glint of silver that Peter usually flaunts.

"What are we talking about?" Someone's puffy cardigan presses against Miguel's arm, and he has to close his eyes before registering Lyla beside him.

"Can you come with a bell? So I can be prepared for when you pop up and ruin my lunch." His assistant stares at him, unimpressed. She's never been scared of him, and that lets her get away with too much. He hates it.

"I'm not a cat, you're just a bitch." Eloquent as always. She follows Jessica's line of sight, and she jumps in her seat "Talking about Parker's divorce?"

She says it loud enough that people around them are turning to look at his table, and Dios mio, Parker is looking at him from the stall and he wants to die. He can eat in his cubicle. He takes his entire tray and walks out of the cafeteria.

He walks straight to the lounge, scanning his ID and walking forward and turning to the left and right, with one last right to get his cubicle. The cubicles are set by order in seniority, so a small carpeted wall separates him from Parker's mess of a desk.

He sets his tray down, and in the air-conditioned silence of the room, he eats. It's lonely, but it's peaceful. It's tranquil. He eats his salad and finishes his lesson plan. He drinks his apple juice. The only thing left on his tray is the cookie, kept in a white paper bag.

He stares at the carpeted divider. His is sparsely decorated, with two photos pinned up. One of his brother at the beach, and one of tiny Gabriella with her uncle at the same beach.

Miguel is a family man. That's all he has to be. He wakes up, makes Gabriella's food for school, sends her off, goes to work, picks her up and takes care of her. He meets Gabriel once a week for family bonding. Sure, he doesn't have much of a life outside that, but he doesn't need one. He's fine.

The cookie isn't his favourite. It's too sweet for him. He keeps looking at the wall.

He knows that on the other side of that wall, Peter's wall is full of notes and letters from his old students. Different cards in every single colour of Post-It note, all thanking him for the impact of his teaching.

Now, he's divorced.

The man so proud of his wife and his toddler, the man who would flaunt her so much, the staff is well aware of Mary Jane Watson-Parker and Mayday Parker's day-to-day escapades. Similar to Miguel, he holds his family as a priority.

Something that feels like concern tugs at him. He tries to squash it down. Peter has been one of the worst colleagues he's ever had. He goes on tangents in his class more often than actually teaching, he rewards the smallest step forward, and he's remarkably laid-back. On paper, he's a terrible teacher.

He's a horrible seatmate, music almost always loud enough to be heard in Miguel's cubicle and always ready to lean over and ask Miguel stupid questions about his class and his day. They're the only two teachers who joined from their year to have stayed in Romita Senior High School, but that's where their similarities end.

But the man's going through it. And as much as Miguel thinks he's a nuisance, he's not (He sighs.) the worst thing on the planet. He stands up and takes his cookie. He walks five steps and places it on the mountain of papers he calls a desk.

Is that too cheesy? Too vague? Too incomprehensible?

He hears the lounge open, and he sees a familiar spike of greying brown hair walking forward, about to take a right.

Miguel panics. He looks around for- aha- a pen and draws a haphazard smiley face on the bag. It's shakey, and Gabriella can do better. But Gabriella is a saint, of course she could do better.

Miguel runs back to his seat and stays completely still. He starts counting. Peter walks past his cubicle, his cheap cologne smelling very faintly of cedar and vanilla.

"Oh, nice." Peter says. "Free cookie."

Miguel feels underwhelmed. Maybe he'll never do anything nice ever again.

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#spiderdads #spiderbite #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #itsv #atsv #miguel o hara #peter b parker #miguelpeter #snippets #writing wip #maybe idk

[mara-tevith-solo]

It Takes Two

This is my second failed attempt to do a short, simple one-shot for this guy, Jeez Louise. Enjoy! Part 1, Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Pairing: Eventual Miguel O’Hara x Enhanced ex-Avenger Reader

Warnings: They’re idiots, full dance around your feelings and gaslight yourself about them idiots, injury, blood, violence, mention of miscarriage, Concussion Confessions, Mayday being a cutie pie, Peter B being the Dad, use of Spanish as a none-native speaker but i tried finding actual Mexican Spanish terms 

Rated: PG-13 but still, please no minors

Words: 1.6k+

Miguel O'Hara was an enigma. At least to you he was. To everyone else he was stern, stoic, even unpleasant and harsh. To you he was... different. It's hard to ever imagine the man as soft, but with you he very much was. He was always making sure that you were alright, that your workload wasn't more than you could comfortably handle, that your mental and physical health stayed a priority to you. He even went out of his way to make sure you never skipped a meal, especially when you were so thrown into a project that you forgot what day it was.

You weren't even supposed to be there, in the Spider Society. You weren't a Spider-Person. You were an enhanced ex-Avenger from Earth-199999 that he'd... taken pity on? You weren't even sure why he'd initially invited you to join the Society. No one was, not even Lyla. You just knew that he had a habit of seeking out your proximity, even if neither of you said a word.

"Y/n! There you are! Get suited up! Boss man needs you on deck!" Peter B materialized in front of you as you worked on a random engine you'd found lying around, earning a small yip and a quick juggling of the wrench you'd been using. Mayday found it entertaining at least, giggling her cute little cheeks off and clapping her little hands.

"B, you're lucky I like your kid, 'cause sometimes I'd like to sucker punch you whenever you scare me." You were joking, of course, and he knew it too, chuckling as he stroked May's fiery mane.

"Oh no. Can't have me face the consequences of my own actions. That would end the world!" His sarcasm kept her little giggles going as he lifted her high in the air. You couldn't name the intense emotion blooming in your chest in that moment, it was consuming and aching, like a sailor's widow looking for him to return every day up on a windy cliff. It felt like something was getting sucked through your chest as your gaze on the little toddler turned melancholy. Peter B was many things, and surprisingly observant was definitely one of them, though he had more than enough practice when Mary Jane was pregnant. He knew longing when he saw it, and he'd seen it on you more than once when interacting with Mayday, though he could swear they were getting less frequent and less intense the more time you spent with his little bundle of joy. He knew your life hadn't been all sunshine and roses, he knew that you'd once been expectant of your own little bundle, but Thanos had brutally taken that from you to hurt your then husband. And when you thought no one was looking, he saw the glances you centered on Miguel. "They're gonna be ready to go here soon, so you should get a scuttle on." He hinted with a warm half-smile.

You snapped out of your daze with a solid nod, offering the Spider and Spiderling a warm smile before quickly making your way to Miguel's office, where you knew that the tall futuristic man liked to start from. It didn't take you long to get there, your mask in hand as his gaze found you over the heads of the others, warming to a garnet shade from its usual intense ruby "Now that we're all here, we need to get a move on. Remember, we're dealing with two different Doc Ocks this time." Everyone nodded to him in understanding, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer before a portal appeared with a deep thrum.

The city on the other side was in chaos, several flipped and destroyed cars on fire, people running and screaming in all directions, understandably so. Jess already had wheels on the ground, waiting for you as you hopped on the back and crouched, ready for her to slingshot you at the closest adversary. Your Volto mask suddenly felt claustrophobic, cutting off part of your peripheral vision, but right then wasn't the time to fix it. The click of the gearbox was your only warning that you were about to be catapulted, Jess bringing the bike down to neutral as she kicked out the backend right as you jumped, sending you sailing through the air and into an Ock who looked like he'd come straight from a silent hill horror film. He cried out in frustration as you latched onto him, immediately dodging his bladed mechanical arms, coated in fresh blood as you began scrambling to disable the arms. "Get off of me you halfwit!" He snarled at you with a voice like gravel and grit, the flash of his teeth reminding you of a shark's.

"Not until you stop rampaging in the wrong Universe, genius!" You snapped back, ducking wildly to avoid getting scalped. Other Spiders joined you, red and white webs trying to take control of his arms so that you could work in relative peace. You had the tip of your knife in the neural link, prying it out of his flesh as he began crying in pain and fear, his arms whirring and snapping frantically, trying to get to you. A strangled cry was your only warning before something solid hit you like a freight train, sending you flying away from the fight, a weird pressure just under your right collarbone, one that simultaneously stung and felt cold. You didn't have time to contemplate why as your back made hard contact with a concrete pillar, knocking the breath from your lungs without mercy as you fell the short distance to the ground.

Your ears were ringing so loudly you almost forgot what sounds were, your eyelids too heavy to work properly as you struggled for breath. You were in pain, bone deep, radiating pain that made you want to curl into a ball and sleep for a year as you laid there on your side in the dirt. You tried getting up on your hands and knees in a bid for air and to relieve some of the pain, your ears still ringing and your eyes barely opening, but blinding, shooting pain on the right side of your chest stopped you in your tracks. You could hear someone shouting, you couldn't hear what they were saying as your fight for air became more desperate, something rattling in your chest with every attempt. Your eyes finally opened fully as hands made contact, large warm hands that helped to center you against the pain. Miguel was crouched over you, his mask still in place but you could see the panic in the eyes of it "...'me on! You can do it, Y/n! Just one breath." You were shocked at how panicked he sounded as the ringing dissipated, but your body obeyed, sucking in a ragged, greedy lung full of air before repeating the process over and over. "Good, good. Buena chica."

You watched as he shrunk in on himself, taking big breathes of his own, his relief clear "Miguel..." You breathed, licking your lips under your mask "did we..."

"We got 'em." He nodded, one of his hands petting your hair "Let's get you back home." He was gentle as he picked you up, cradling you as close to his chest as he could, not letting anyone take you when they offered. He was adamant that none of them could see how afraid to lose you he'd suddenly been, how afraid that he had lost you he'd been. He couldn't stop that small vibrating purr he made as your head tucked itself in the crook of his neck, his hands clutching you closer in silent response. He felt guilty, like absolute shit, that you'd gotten hurt because his web had snapped, that little voice that liked to reside in the back of his mind telling him that you needed to go back to your Universe and stay there, that you'd be safer there. But the more rational part of him reasoned that at that moment, he needed to focus on getting you to medical, getting you better. He'd deal with the after later. "Stay awake, Cielo. Need you to stay awake right now." He could feel your breathes beginning to deepen, feel you relaxing into him more than you should have as he stepped through the portal.

"'M so tired, Mig." You mumbled your argument, nuzzling your masked face deeper into his neck "'N you're so comfy."

Any other situation he would have found somewhere comfortable for him and taken a nap with you, held you the entire time. But you were hurt, concussion was too heavy a possibility for him to just let you rest "No, come on, Y/n. You need to stay awake a bit longer. We're almost there." He let his concern and fear temper his tone, trying to get your hurt brain to understand the severity of the situation.

"You worry too much, Mig." You hummed softly, your filter long gone and your ability to worry about it gone with it "You should relax, you're so pretty when you smile." He couldn't feel your dopey little smile, but he could certainly hear it, feel how it made his heartrate spike wildly. His mind felt frozen, unable to fully process that you at the very least liked his smile.

"You're delirious." He huffed as he quickened his pace, trying to pass off your words as just concussed nonsense.

"Maybe," You conceded "but it doesn't change the fact that I've had the biggest crush on you this past year." He wondered, in his stuttering thoughts, if you realized that you were admitting all of that to him, if you were aware of what that mouth of yours was doing.

He was relieved as he passed the threshold of the Medical Wing, several Spider-Doctors rushing to take you from him "We'll talk about this when you're better, Cielo. Until then, survive." Without another word he was passing you to the nearest medical professional and watching as they whisked you away as quickly as possible, talking in medical jargon that he couldn't fully understand.

#miguel o'hara x reader #Spider-Man 2099 x reader #miguel o'hara #across the spider-verse #Avenger reader

[web-spinning]

merc reactions to getting a new recruit but finding out they’re only in their mid-teens ? gender neutral please-

A / N - Ay, it's here. Somehow I managed to finish this faster than I expected. Hope you like it, dear anon!

Also, half of the photos are kind of meme-y, but you know what? It works...Please tell me if it works, I am losing my mind trying to find a good quality comic cut out, but only find those.

Mercs with a recruit in their mid-teens

TW. Ask to tag.

Scout

- he's not much excited, in fact he's a bit scared you might take his place, 

- but after he finds out you're younger than him...he's so happy! 

- he will teach you so many things, 

- how to play basketball, how to get along with the older men, even how to deal with your first crush, 

- since he is barely a few years older than you, he feels like as an young adult it's his priority to make sure you know all this stuff, 

- he's got seven older brothers, all the lessons are probably from them, 

- he really feels like you're just his younger sibling, 

Soldier 

- Jane thinks it's his duty to make sure you know the rules of war, 

- he will show you how to use weapons, maybe even let you touch his own weapons, 

- " But only for a few seconds, I don't want your young, inexperienced civil hands to spoil them! ", 

- he will sit you down in the meeting room of the base, and tell you stories, 

- half of those stories aren't real, but you don't want to make him sad, so you just listen, 

- on the battlefield, he will follow you around to make sure you don't hurt yourself...or use your weapons incorrectly, 

- also..." You do know basic history of your beloved country, don't you, hippie? ", 

Pyro

- this Phoenix adores you, 

- will invite you to tea parties, 

- you will also get a plushie or two from their collection, 

- you're the only person other than Engineer who takes them seriously, that's why they like you so much, 

- their childish personality helps you cope with the fact you've been sorted out as a mercenary at such a young age, 

- always there when you're feeling down, 

Demoman 

- in all honesty, he has mixed feelings about you, 

- he can't invite you to the drinking nights with the other guys, you're just always left behind, 

- in recompense, he tries to teach you how to use the sword in the meantime, 

- you might never use that skill in the battlefield, but at least you have a thing that takes your mind off of the gravel wars, 

- when you're down, you both watch soap operas together, because he's the only one in the whole team who likes them, 

Heavy 

- Misha just avoids you, 

- at first, you think he's just a big, tough guy who dislikes teenagers to look more " deranged ", 

- but finally, one of the men, possibly Medic, explains to you why he dislikes being around you so much, 

- you remind him of his younger self and his sisters. The way he had to fight to protect them, the awful place they lived in for a while...everything comes back to him when he sees young face, 

- you try approaching him about it, but he still remains silent, 

- deep inside, on every mission he keeps a close eye on you, making sure you're safe, 

Engineer 

- Dell is now your step-dad, that's how it works, 

- he needs a few energetic bones to help him with his projects, so you will often stand around and hand him tools when he asks for them, 

- while he's working, he will tell you different stories about the other mercenaries, 

- you ask him to adjust your weapon's, because they're a bit too big for you to handle freely, 

- on warm days, he will take you out for a short walk to make sure you won't go insane, 

- he assures you that you can tell him about anything, and he will help, 

- he does in fact help, especially when it goes with your emotions, 

- he's always there to cheer you up when you're sad, or share a smile with you when you're happy, 

Medic 

- he's so happy with you! I mean, such a fresh canvas to test on, 

- every week he asks you to replace your heart with an Uber-handling one, and every week you refuse, 

- but when he's not in his mad scientist mood, he's always ready to help you with some of the downsides of growing up, 

- he's also very helpful when you're feeling insecure about your body ( all teenagers do that, right? Not only me, right? ), 

- " Oh, don't vorry, zhis vill go away. Zhe average of healthy patients your age look zhe same as you ", 

Sniper

- you never knew his first reaction, because he's rather quiet about it, 

- but after a bit, you learn that he's actually very trustworthy, and big hearted, 

- when you're down or one of the other mercenaries, you go to his camper, 

- you both play board games there, 

- he will most likely take you out fishing or camping during long weekends, 

- you like listening to him talk about his adventures from the bush, but he will leave out the gorey details out, 

- at some point, he just feels like an older, wiser, quiet brother to you, 

Spy

- he's mad. Not at you, at the Administrator for even thinking about hiring you at this age,

- he doesn't see the reason why there must be a new mercenary, so he mostly avoids you,

- until during one of the missions, you save him for getting headshoot point blank,

- he does acknowledge you a bit more after that,

- you're not allowed in his room though, it smells too much like cigarettes in there,

- maybe he seems cold on the outside, but when he sees you struggling with your work, he will always help,

- helping you however makes him remember he couldn’t see this stage of his son’s life…that makes him feel miserable. 

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 mercs #tf2 x reader #tf2 x reader platonic #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 soldier x reader #tf2 pyro x reader #tf2 demoman x reader #tf2 heavy x reader #tf2 engineer x reader #tf2 engineer is dad #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 spy x reader

[citrusbusiness]

Hey it's time for me to rant about mildly annoying things about society and being aro/ace! (Long post warning)

Okay so when I was eating dinner with my parents today and we were talking about our grandparents for a bit. Specifically, my grandma getting sick, and how my uncle traveling around all the time but living with them did not help that. Anyway then I was thinking about him, because he's unmarried with no kids and so is my other uncle. So then I brought up the fact that I have no first cousins, making my one joke about the topic that I'm the onliest only child ever. And we laughed about it for a bit, but then my mom said something else.

“See that's why –and I feel a bit like Jane Austen saying this– that's why you have to get married”

And my aroace brain already did not like that, but obviously I wasn't going to tell her that because I'm not out?? And then my dad then butted in with a joke about the reason being that the family line would end if I didn't, which annoyed me, but interestingly, my mother brushed that aside.

Instead, she said “because when you get old you won't have any siblings or cousins to help you.”

I... Had not been expecting that. So I sat there, not liking where the conversation had gone but not doing anything about it. I just put it aside to rant about later (this is that) and moved on with my evening

But I've come back to it now.

I'm not mad at my mom for telling me that I have to get married. I'm annoyed at my situation and our society for existing in a way where she's right.

I don't have siblings or cousins I'm close with who could help me. The only people I have are my friends, and who knows if I'll still be friends with them? Also, I have maybe one actually aro friend, all the others are highly likely to get into romantic relationships and maybe have children. They'll have their own people to be taking care of. I'm just going to be lower priority, that's how our society works. Hell, with the internet the way that it is, there's no guarantee that I would even live in the same area as most of my friends.

And this isn't even just an old age thing. What happens if I need a serious surgery? What person, with their own job and family and life, has the time to spend taking care of their friend for an extended period of time? I mean, I might, but I don't have the whole romance thing getting in the way.

I realize that I'm being pessimistic and that I should probably have more faith in both my friends and the way the world works. I'm just frustrated that because we place so much more emphasis on romance than we do friendships, once people start pairing up the friendships get left behind a little bit. I'm frustrated that you could make an argument that I might have to get married, not because I truly want to, but for the sake of my own health and comfort in the future. I'm frustrated that someone can say something as uncomfortable to me as “you have to get married,” and still have a decent point.

Again, I'm being a pessimist and I'm not mad at my mom. Or my dad.

…I need more irl aro friends.

#aro #aromanticism #aromantic #aroace #kinda #mostly a post for the aros though #rant post

[transplantedmate]

Good Omens Fic (short series): The Road Leads South

TL;DR: AO3 link for a fluffy Aziracrow series I just posted

Happy Valentine's Day peeps!. Or, if that's not your vibe, happy day after pancake day ❤️🥞 I have it on good authority there will be a chocolate sale tomorrow.

I wrote a series of fics! They're a Valentine's day gift for Foamfollowerisfallen, and they've been kind enough to let me share.

This is a short set of stories -all connected, but can be read standalone as well. They're drenched in happy fluff. In them, Aziraphale & Crowley explore what it's like to settle into their new, post-S3-happy-ending life, culminating with their first night at the South Downs cottage.

The whole series is 7.4k words. The stories have different ratings (G. T and E); please mind them and the tags as always. (Each story's individual blurb and link are below if you prefer that.)

Featured: South Downs Cottage, St. Valentine (the holiday), St. Valentine (the saint), duck pictures, happy tears, so much fluffy love, cameos by Muriel, Nina and Maggie, references to The Little Prince, Ovid's works, Jane Austen, reference to Liszt, softness and cuddles, (bad) sex advice from ancient Rome.

Also infinite thanks to @adverbian for being the beta of my dreams.

Give it a go if you like, it would make my day.

Hope your day goes well, I send you my love.

P.S.: Art is a wee drawing by me. [This was initially an embroidery pattern I made, then I added a few lights/shadows while sipping Malbec.]

Part 1:

Bleeding Hearts Bistro (rating: G, words: 1.8k)

Before the South Downs cottage, there was a coffee date, and a simple request.

Excerpt:

Crowley looked again. Slotted against the bottom right corner of the frame – camouflaging against the deep brown feathers of the mallard – was a key. He looked up, eyebrows raised, and his heartrate sped up to match the pitter-patter of raindrops on the canopy.

“Right, I was… look, I was hoping…” Aziraphale began, but floundered. He paused, steeling his hands around the now empty cup of tea and finding his resolve.

“Crowley, my dearest Crowley. A long time ago you asked, you said… you said that you would like to spend the rest of… well, of whatever we have, together. To go off together.”

Part 2:

Sleep (rating: T, words: 2.8k)

It's been a long day of packing in the bookshop. Crowley takes a nap, and Aziraphale decides he wants to know what sleeping might be like.

Excerpt:

Aziraphale had been surprised in recent times to find that reading was no longer his main priority. It hadn’t been an extreme change; he would still happily spend hours poring through the many manuscripts and tomes he had proudly collected over the centuries. Yet he had gained an irrevocable appreciation for the things that could not be learned from a page alone. In fact, he had found that experience itself was a key component of truly understanding the words he read, allowing him to see familiar works in new light. There was new meaning behind Jane’s words, for example, now that he knew the joy of a fleeting touch or a brush of lips on his own flesh.

He wondered if, perhaps, the same may be true of dreams – or, at least, of sleep.

Part 3:

Insomnia (rating: E, words: 2.8k)

They've made it! It's their first night in the cottage, but sleeping in a new bedroom proves tricky... Will this lead to another type of "first"? Aziraphale's choice of reading material doesn't help (or does it?)

Excerpt:

He gently pushed Crowley into the wall, holding him gingerly right above the hipbones. Crowley nibbled at his lip between kisses, and gasped deliciously when Aziraphale returned the favour.

Ever since he had picked up the habit of actually sleeping – luxuriously entwined in the warmth of Crowley’s long limbs and soft skin – Aziraphale’s desire to try every form of physical affection had only grown stronger. They were no strangers to exchanging kisses and caresses by now, but their intimacy thus far had been tempered by the frequent presence of others in their orbit. Now, in the privacy of their own home…

Aziraphale would concede that some of his curiosity was also fueled by his most recent reading material.

#gomens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens #valentines gifts #my fic #good omens fanfiction #good omens fandom #good omens fanart #good omens fanwork #good omens fic #ineffable idiots #fluff #good omens fanfic #south downs cottage #goad #GOAD Valentines 2024

[patrickjanebrain]

Red Hot: The Slow Slow Burn of Jane and Lisbon (Walter Mashburn Edition)

I just finished re-watching Red Hot (3x07), and I have some thoughts about Lisbon and her aborted love affair with Walter Mashburn.

I admit that I didn't like it that [spoiler] Lisbon had a one-night stand with Mashburn. I enjoy the character. Mashburn was entertaining, charming, and likable in a whimsical sort of ruthless way, and Currie Graham had great chemistry with both Simon Baker and Robin Tunney. It would have been interesting if he had made more appearances on the show. But I felt it was out of character for Lisbon to just take him for a quick spin and then never see him again. And obviously he's a horrible romantic bet. The writers make that clear when they introduce him.

And then I realized that's the point.

During the 7 seasons of The Mentalist, in the course of their investigations, Lisbon and Jane meet hundreds of people, and Walter Mashburn is quite unique among them. He and Jane hit it off right away, despite the fact that Jane suspects him of being a possible murderer. Mashburn immediately understands exactly who Jane is ("You're a psychic, aren't you?").

He succinctly sums up Jane's entire raison d'etre the second time they meet.

Walter Mashburn: Oh, I know you're a charlatan as I said. You lost your wife and kid to a serial killer, your fault you think. And now you're on this hopeless quest for redemption. Battling evil and injustice, right?

Patrick Jane: Close enough.

Walter Mashburn: You play mind games with people. You size up their weaknesses, and then you give them the rope to hang themselves.

Patrick Jane: Oh, you make it sound so cool.

Mashburn happily goes along with all of Jane's schemes because he's essentially bored being the smartest, most danger-seeing, risk-taking person in the room all of the time. He enjoys new experiences.

Mashburn also has a thing for revenge. When we meet him a second time it's because he's in the process of destroying an old enemy, Yuri Bajoran. He's maneuvered a hostile buyout of his business, Yuri's "baby," because Yuri once stole the woman he loved away from Mashburn.

Playful. Ruthless. Brilliant. Charming. Hedonistic. Risk taking.

You get where I'm going here. He's Patrick Jane. Minus the trauma.

Mashburn is what Jane was trying to become before his wife and child were murdered. He was chasing fame and fortune. He was ignoring his wife's desire to live a straight life because he was having too much fun indulging himself.

And then, because of Jane's arrogance and carelessness, Red John deliberately targeted Angela and Charlotte for destruction, and Jane had to do a massive internal restructuring of his priorities.

When we first meet Jane, he's still playful, charming, ruthless, brilliant, and risk taking. But now he has a mission, and that suicide mission for revenge takes precedence over ever other thing. He's no longer self indulgent. He's sublimated his hedonistic urges, including his sexuality, to give himself greater focus. The only thing that matters is hunting down and killing Red John.

Then he meets Teresa Lisbon.

Lisbon is a soulmate. She has survived her own crucible of trauma, and she has a critical understanding of (and empathy for) broken, hurting men. She understands that Jane is off-limits romantically. He's shut down. He may flirt and charm out of habit or need, but the part of him that could give something to a relationship is no longer operational. There is an attraction between them, but it's impossible.

That impossibility is the reason they allow themselves to get so close and eventually care so deeply for each other.

Because Teresa is extremely skittish. She's a bolter. She left Chicago because she felt tied down taking care of her father and brothers. She abandoned her fiance when things got too serious between them. She's afraid of commitment. To her commitment feels like slavery, and she doesn't want that. She's afraid of that.

But that doesn't mean that she's not attracted to Mashburn. She has a type: she likes charming, ruthless bad boys who don't follow the rules. She knows they're bad for her, but she can't help it. That's her thing.

When she meets Walter, he immediately tells her he's attracted to her and available.

He asks her out. He says he'll fly his plane to Sacramento to see her. Jane finds all of this amusing. He agrees with Mashburn's assessment of Lisbon's appeal and compliments him on his style. And later he tells Lisbon that she should have taken him up on his offer, that a little empty glamour would be good for her.

When you realize that Mashburn is a stand-in for Jane, the whole thing is quite funny, really. Lisbon being attracted to Jane. Jane telling Lisbon that he'd be good for her, loosen her up a little.

When they meet again in Red Hot, Lisbon does take Mashburn up on his offer. She enjoys herself, and then like the skittish filly she is, she never sees him again. It's too much. Too tempting, too out of character for the person she wants to be. And Mashburn could overpower her emotionally. She doesn't want that.

The trauma, their mutual trauma, is what Jane and Lisbon share and bond over. It's what keeps them apart, and what eventually, after that slow, slow burn, brings them together. The attraction was always there. It's takes time to build that complete understanding and utter trust, and it never would have happened if Jane had been available to begin with.

@tmsource @robntunney @tresalisbon

#patrick jane #teresa lisbon #walter mashburn #the mentalist #tm #lisbon x jane #jane x lisbon #jisbon #lisbon and jane #characterization #mirroring #trauma #slow burn #Youtube #meta #my meta

[stephaniebrownslover]

★彡[! General Nina The Killer Headcanons!]彡★

Warning: This Is so crappy and I don't like it. So it would be better if you just skip this post.

: ̗̀➛Nina really likes to eat ice cream, she likes it so much that even in a snowy weather in the middle of winter, she can open a crappy romantic comedy movie and eat ice cream.

: ̗̀➛The reason Nina dresses like a scene kid is because this style was a trend when she was a little girl. Even when she saw this style for the first time, she was literally fascinated. When she encountered people dressed in this style, she was truly amazed. She decided that she wanted to dress like this and started at about the age of ten. She became one of the people who proved that this style of clothing is not just an phase.

: ̗̀➛She is very careful about her knife, she cleans it often. She hates having blood on it, and that's her first priority until she cleans it up.

: ̗̀➛Nina, contrary to popular belief, is no longer an obsessive fangirl. She survived this period with the help of her friends and Ann.

: ̗̀➛She regrets her past, but that doesn't mean she hates Jeff to death either. She thinks most of the fault is hers and she doesn't like Jeff. She just doesn't want to be around him. But just because her friends Clockwork or Toby hang out with Jeff, she doesn't say anything to them.

: ̗̀➛She has a ton of lip products with different flavors. She prefers what tastes good rather than what looks good, for no reason.

: ̗̀➛Her musical taste is a little mixed. Unlike her close friends, she doesn't listen to rock or metal much, if she gets suggestions, she listens that song for 1-2 times, but usually forgets afterwards. She listens more hyperpop, electronic pop, dance pop, bubblegum pop, nightcore and a little indie pop/rock. Britney Spears, Katy Perry and Kesha are among the artists she listens to.

: ̗̀➛Although this is a difficult thing for her, she visits her brother Chris's grave every month. He is the person she regrets the most when she killed her family, and she can hardly hold her tears the time she visits his grave. Of course, she doesn't always manage to do this.

: ̗̀➛She also tells Chris what she did when she visits his grave, how her day was going, and a ton more things she would have told him if he were still alive. Although she doesn't get answers, she doesn't care about it, Chris is her little brother, and Nina failed to protect him. That's why there's nothing she can do but stand the consequences.

: ̗̀➛Nina's not a very meticulous person, but she's not a dowdy either. It's between the two of them, but there are some stuff that she's sensitive to. For example, her knife, her room, her clothes.

: ̗̀➛She's aware of popular culture because she spends a lot of time on the phone. She even has a Snapchat account that she uses constantly to send photos to others, she tried to get everyone she loves to download this application.

: ̗̀➛She has a pretty good relationship with Jane, when she has a difficult situation, Jane treats her like a protective mother. She considers Jane a really valuable friend and would never want to lose her. If Jeff vs. Jane happens, she would take Jane's side in this argument.

: ̗̀➛As a child, she was really good at gymnastics, even got medals in small competitions. Thanks to this, she has a very flexible body right now.

: ̗̀➛She thinks Toby and Clockwork are very cute together, so whenever they argue, she tries to make things right between them.

: ̗̀➛She doesn't like Slenderman because of what he did to the others. Especially since she personally saw what a bad time Toby is going through, she hates his methods and keeps her distance.

: ̗̀➛When she was a little kid, she was bullied a lot because of her style. That's why she has no tolerance for things like bullying in any way, and she needs to control herself, even though she doesn't kill anyone anymore unless she has to.

: ̗̀➛She loves animals very much. Cats, dogs, snakes, rabbits and more, doesn't matter. But if she had to choose one, her favorite would be wolves.

: ̗̀➛Since listening to a song is like breathing for her, she constantly carries spare headphones with her. She takes it everywhere she goes because there is no life for her without music.

: ̗̀➛She doesn't like camping very much because there are a lot more annoying bugs than she would like.

: ̗̀➛She has a tattoo on her waist. This is a butterfly tattoo. She made someone do it while she was very drunk, and she definitely can't decide if she regrets it or not. But from what she has heard, the tattoo removal process is very painful, and she's afraid of it.

: ̗̀➛When she lands in the city, she wears a surgical mask on her face. Although the cuts on her face have healed, the scars still remain and she does not want anyone to recognize her with the mistake of the past.

: ̗̀➛She doesn't drink much, but one time she got really drunk and completely forgot about that day.

: ̗̀➛She really likes to celebrate New Year's Eve. She loves that the environment is colorful and that people pretend to care about each other, even if it's just for a day. Oh, and also cookies. Lots of cookies. Cute, decorated cookies.

: ̗̀➛She likes to eat strawberry lollipops and chew strawberry gum. In general, her favorite flavor is strawberry.

: ̗̀➛She doesn't really believe in a religion, she's more at the questioning stage. But she wouldn't deny the evidence if it will ever shown.

: ̗̀➛If she still had a normal life, she would want to become a singer instead of going to university and joining academia. There are even some lyrics that she has written before, but no one can see them.

: ̗̀➛When it snows, she gets excited just like a little child. She's definitely the kind of person who would take snow in and ruin the house for the sake of throwing it at someone.

: ̗̀➛She absolutely sucks at cooking because she changes the recipes according to her head. But she makes some desserts very well. Especially the fruity ones.

: ̗̀➛The clothes she wears in winter also stand out very much because they are very colorful. That's why when they have a snowball fight, she usually gets pretty wet.

: ̗̀➛She can't play much of a musical instrument. She can only play a few guitar songs. However, she has a voice that is considered quite good, despite the fact that she has not received an education. For a non-expert, she can hit high-pitched notes easily.

: ̗̀➛She is neither very successful nor very bad at drawing. She just has a slightly different, even interesting style. There are a lot of characters she created, and she remembers the name of each of them.

: ̗̀➛She can ride a motorcycle, she learned it from Clockwork. Sometimes they go on long motorcycle trips.

: ̗̀➛She learned to skate by falling a lot when she was a little girl, and even though she took a long break, she never forgot. She can do both ice skating and normal skating. Even if she feels confident enough, she can make cool movements in normal skating.

: ̗̀➛She misses her family, she misses them very much. She wants them back, but she knows she can't do it. That's why the only thing she can do is to take the bouquet of black roses she chooses to their graves every month and apologize to them.

: ̗̀➛She has a lot of posters and stickers in her room about everything she loves. Her walls are covered with these and photos she took with friends.

: ̗̀➛Because her phone is old, she has a few photos of herself before all these events. For this exact reason, she refuses to replace her phone and only increases the storage space with an external booster.

: ̗̀➛Nina is not stupid. Just because she's an average student in her classes does not mean she's stupid. People usually see her as very careless, but she's definitely not that kind of person. Her intelligence level is higher than average.

: ̗̀➛She acts like a complete big sister figure to Sally. Although she is more of an older sister who says yes to everything Sally wants because she does not want to offend her. But she is aware of where she should say no.

: ̗̀➛Because she had unlimited internet access when she was little, she was exposed to many traumatizing things, and these began to normalize for her. That's the number one reason why she has such feelings for Jeff.

: ̗̀➛She also likes Heather Musical.

: ̗̀➛She doesn't swear a lot despite her friends.

"Aww, look! A puppy!"

"Nah, I'm too cool for that."

"You're doing amazing sweetie!"

"Ew, what's that smell?"

"Yeah, let's kick their fancy ass!"

"Oh my god, you're such a dumb dumb. How did you even survive without me?"

"I want to join too!"

"I'm famous baby."

"I'm so sorry for everything, Chris. For not being a better sister, for not protecting you, for... stealing your life."

"Hey mom, dad. Did you miss me? Because I missed you guys a lot."

"I'm gonna kill that bastard!"

#nina the killer #nina hopkins #nina creepypasta #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #nina headcanon #jeff woods #jeff the killer #chris hopkins

[moregraceful]

The fandom contribution navelgazing under the cut 🫠 and it's hella long.

Ice skating was terribleeeeee today but my friend was back after being ill and she made me text our other friend bc I was fretting about her and I got some very good very necessary endorphins from skating and from being harassed by our tiny French Canadian coach (this class is turning me into a Canadian Anti fr....how does your national sport involve skating but you are all so bad at teaching adult learn to skate classes...god.) I'm going skating on my lunch break tomorrow and I'm going to try to make a habit of going regularly during my lunches!!

Anyway the endorphins were enough to carry me through inexplicable 8:30pm San Jose traffic and it gave me enough clarity while watching some truly atrocious merging in front of me to think abt why I do fandom and what I use fandom for and what I want out of fandom, particularly as my life and priorities are shifting. This year was a hot mess and I made a lot of mistakes, but as I come out of the worst of it with a clearer head than I've had in years when it comes to what I value in life, it is starting to make me think more deeply about how I spend my free time (well how I spend all of my time, really, but that's a different post) and what I value doing and creating in fandom when my time available to do fandom is increasingly limited.

Ella said something absolutely harrowing but also very beautiful to me today, that we've known each other for almost twenty years. Twenty years!! Next year, we'll have officially been two dumb teenagers on livejournal who grew up together and now are growing old together for twenty years. That's over half my life! And she's not the only one, Erin's been in my life almost as long, and Jane and Nat too! Becs just a few short years behind them, and Lea and Maddy and Lorna! That's a lot of years to know people you met on the internet in fandom and have only met once or twice or never at all but still have remained present in each other's lives in some way or another for two decades. Incredible to realize I've been in love with Ella since I was 15. Incredible to realize I've been obsessed with Becs since I was 19. Incredible to realize Erin and I have been hollering at zoo animals together since we were teenagers!!

And it's so funny because thinking back, so much of those friendships were not even because we met randomly or were sliding into each other's DMs (there were no DMs), most of that was through communities other people built that we were part of. I wasn't part of the mod team that ran the challenge where Ella and I met Becs for the first time. I wasn't part of the mod team that created the insane Killers (band, the band) meme community that Erin and I met in and I certainly had no hand in creating the communal fandom nightmare that sprung up around The Libertines, where many of my oldest fandom friendship were born. A lot of these relationships were built on other people's hard work in creating spaces where other fans could just exist together, could write together, make jokes together, enjoy the act of creation together.

It's so interesting to me because I've found that while fandom as a whole is increasingly segregated and isolated in ways that absolutely suck, there's still seems to be a genuine desire for communal creation? There's a genuine desire to create things together, in whatever ways that looks like to each person. I feel like, the more of these challenges I run, the more I see that there is a genuine desire to BE together in fandom, to share and enjoy and love the act of creation together. And I don't know how much of that has to with the commodification and discordification of fandom and the creators who have been left behind or who have had to deal with that, but it's interesting to see that people do still want, if not a broader fandom community, at least a community in which to create things.

Anyway, thinking about that while contemplating how I want to move forward with @timebegins-onopeningday this week, and what's been on the back of my mind as my life rights itself - whether I want to do @fromthebottomofthepugetsound and @sharkuda-strong again or if I want to let those two go, what rules I want to adjust for @theresonly1u next summer, the check-in I need to do @4thlinegrindfest, all the stuff I gotta talk to kb about for untitled old man hockey fest. And it's like - and this is why I cut this entire post and why I'm making in unrebloggable - am I running these challenges because I want more fic about the people I enjoy, am I running these challenges because no one else will, or do I want to reframe (for myself, going forward) that if my fandom time is valuable and limited, maybe it's more important to think about and focus on my desire to encourage the act of creation and to help create community more than running challenges are strictly about the product of that creating.

Like, if my priorities in all aspects of my life are shifting and the time I have available to spend time in fandom is increasingly limited (for both good and bad), do I want to spend so much of my time then running challenges with the goal of endless production and content, or do I want to spend my time running challenges with the goal of fostering creating and creation, in whatever form that takes?

You'll catch me in a hell I don't believe in before I mod a discord server for any fandom. But it does make me think, like, okay, how can I manipulate the spaces these challenges take place in - how do I manipulate the limitations of Tumblr as a microblogging site, how do I manipulate AO3 as an archive, to foster and grow spaces that are as much about the act of creating as they are about what you create. I don't have a firm answers yet for myself, but it's slowly starting to take shape.

I think a lot about what Lesa commented under a post of me getting whipped up about not completing anything for @michigan-lakehouse - that there's no act of writing that's lost or forgotten, the stuff you abandon is just sourdough starter. I think that's the heart of what I want out of these challenges, thinking about it now. I'd like everyone to walk away from these challenges feeling, if nothing else, at least like they have sourdough starter for a work - maybe they didn't complete their work, maybe they hate what they made, but they have the beginning of something, they have something they can use for later, even if it's just 100 words of story or half an outline of an idea they use later. Even more ideally, someone walks away feeling more confident in their abilities as a creator or they walk away feeling braver about being in fandom or they walk away just feeling good about who they are and what they bring to the fandom table, regardless of whether or not they had a completed work. In a perfect world, they have all that AND they found a new person to DM about their fave, or they got invited to a new Discord server of like-minded people, or even just found someone new to follow. Maybe that's too lofty for a goal for an Archive of Our Own-hosted project that is mostly advertised on Tumblr, I don't know. And again, I'm still thinking about what that would even look like and how I would make that happen in a way that is both accessible to everyone and doable for me as one person who is very busy. But it's on my mind.

Because I mean, what is the point of doing anything for fandom, if not to create community?

#fresno oilers.txt #if u can believe it. this post started in the tags of another post.

[deadbydangit]

I thought of something cute!! How about some headcanons for how some survivors would react to a makeshift proposal from their S/O? Probably using some ring they borrowed from a killer nice enough to offer one. No real marriage, just a show of dedication.

Dwight, Leon, and Renato are my personal picks, but feel free to choose whoever you want to write for! Cheers and have a good day!!

Hmm, I think I can do that. I'm going to switch it to the Reader proposing.

When the Reader proposes.

Dwight, Leon, Renato

Dwight Fairfield

Well, the first step is getting the ring.

As strange as it may seem, Evan is the one who will offer to make it.

He has plenty of supplies.

And, he's old school, so he considers getting married as a priority and the right thing to do.

He's still going to kill you later but, you know, here's a favor.

Once you have that you're going to have to have a few people around.

Calmer people who will help him when he inevitably faints.

Because he will.

That's a guarantee.

And no killers.

He's just too skittish.

Jane, Felix, and maybe Bill will be on standby.

You don't have to be super traditional with Dwight.

No need to get on one knee.

Just tell him.

But make the moment special.

Maybe find an area that's semi isolated.

Try to decorate with some lights and flowers if possible.

And, he fainted.

Luckily Felix and Bill were there to catch him.

Leon S Kennedy

You can drop as many hints as you want.

He's clueless though

He loves you.

He loves you so much!

It isn't that he's an idiot.

But he's dense.

So Sally is going to hand you a ring and just tell you to go for it.

Because it is awkward for everyone.

And it's really hard to watch.

So please get it over with.

It doesn't really matter where you do it.

Just maybe not during a trial.

You're going to have to be super obvious with him.

Make it super traditional.

Get on one knee.

Make it super romantic.

Otherwise he won't know it's a proposal.

It's still going to take him a moment to process this.

Oh?

Oh! You're asking him to marry you?

He did not see this coming.

Oblivious angel.

But he isn't going to say no.

Renato Lyra

He may look like your stereotypical brainless surfer guy.

But he isn't.

He's highly intelligent.

He loves you.

And when you start dropping hints he gets suspicious.

Work with Thalita.

Both of them have that super close sibling relationship.

Tell her before you do anything so she can help make it a surprise.

"Sister, has s/o been acting different lately?"

"No. Must be your imagination."

Oh she totally knows.

She's going to help you make this special.

Essentially, she'll be as much a part of it as you.

She's going to go out of her way to find you everything he loves.

Favorite foods, favorite flowers, favorite music, etc.

She'll even manage to steal you a ring.

And she won't tell you where.

She really just wants to see her baby brother happy.

He was bullied through his childhood.

Finally seeing him really love and care about someone just fills her heart.

You don't have to be traditional.

Tell him, put the ring on his finger, and watch as you're nearly thrown into the air with his hug.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd survivor #dbd dwight #dbd renato #dbd leon s kennedy