#listen. listen. if you have a sibling you can get to that youre not estranged from

[craycraybluejay]

thinking about how special the closeness of mutually loving siblings is. not even in an incest kink way necessarily its just. so wonderful. your sibling you can trust to have your back more than anyone. you can give hugs and kisses and play videogames and shittalk about your friend groups to each other and all of it screams I LOVE YOU. You can lend your younger sibling clothes because they think your style is so cool and you think its really sweet that they want to wear it. You can pull pranks on each other but always be on the same side anyway. Just. It's such a *comfortable* and *consistent* and *infinite* love. you don't have to get to know each other and talk to all their friends and like what they like. you already know them from the moment the second one of you is born. you know their most embarassing moments. you know how to comfort them. you share food and you always know how to split it; "my sibling likes the strawberry candy and i like raspberry." the older teaches the younger how to curse. the younger teaches the older how to take care of someone. sure, if you're lucky your mom or dad love you. but mom and dad ain't shit compared to the sibs. in the theoretical perfectly healthy family theres still a deep power cliff canyon thing there. but your close brother/sister/sibling is happy to side with you. they'll help you sneak out or give you stuff you're not allowed to have at the moment. let you borrow their things. they'll draw you the most terrible drawing and you'll wish you had a fridge to hang it up on. you'll sing them a badly improvised song and they'll cheerfully try to keep melody and fail. you'll teach them how to tie their shoes. they'll teach you how to believe in nice things. you know? that's your premade teammate in life. that's the one that starts at level one with you and you brave the wilderness together. that's the person who, if you put the work in to maintain a caring and good relationship, will always be loyal to you and the most fun even if youre too many years apart to have much in common in way of interests. your hobbies are boring. please tell me more about them.

#a sibling is like a best friend you get to have forever and ever who loves you #often a sibling is your first biggest example of concepts like self-sacrifice and rivalry and camaraderie and others #in other news i actually kind of miss childcare even though its really difficult and annoying at times #there is a very pure kind of joy in making a baby laugh by playing peekaboo or teaching a little girl how to annoy her classmates #ugh why am i sentimental on this nigjt #listen. listen. if you have a sibling you can get to that youre not estranged from #give them a BIG HUG and HANG OUT ok?? thats ur kin. thats a lifelong potential bestie. always make sure they remember how much you care #about them

[yuzurins]

# i’m smitten with the thought of you

itoshi rin x gn!reader. sae and rin don’t have an estranged relationship. childhood friends to (eventual) lovers. crack don’t take this too srsly pls

“rin, say ahh!” you hold out a spoonful of cake in front of his face.

“shut the fuck up.” rin pouts, turning his head away from you.

you snicker, but your hand doesn’t falter. “come on! you know you want it~” you tease, dragging the end of the sentence as if you were talking to a small child.

he keeps his mouth shut, and you gush internally at the fact that he’s blatantly sulking. rin will never beat the allegations for being the cutest boy ever, even if he’s not the same as the sweet little boy you knew years ago.

desperately trying to hold back a laugh, you purse your lips and mimic rin’s little pout. “you used to listen to me much more obediently when you were younger.”

“you-“ you shoved the spoon into his mouth as soon as you get the chance. rin reluctantly complies but is quick to complain after. “that’s foul!”

you raise an eyebrow. “and that’s what the naughty boys get. tsk tsk.”

it’s obvious you don’t understand how wrongly your words could be interpreted by the way your expression stays unwavering. perhaps it was your dense disposition, or the fact that you’ve known rin since he was a kid in preschool.

rin thinks he’s being — and has been — painfully obvious about his feelings, yet you still fail to notice the faint blush creeping onto his face. even sae found out about it, and rin had to fight for his life to defend himself.

“rin. that’s practically incest-“

“oh my god nii-chan, you know that’s not true!”

sae can think you’re like a sibling to him, but rin doesn’t. in fact, he has never. he can’t deny that he’s had a crush on you the moment you were introduced to him as sae’s friend, and though it might seem like it was just puppy love, his current actions can prove that it isn’t.

“and you used to be so well-behaved back then.” you sigh dramatically. “did you know you would stick to me all the time, and get super jealous whenever i did anything with sae?”

the younger boy scoffs, standing up to go get a drink of water to make sure he doesn’t go insane from your ruthless teasing.

“hey! don’t run away!” you smile, eyes twinkling in amusement, as you get up to follow him. “it was really cute, i swear!”

choosing not the humour you, rin continues on with his task (that he could not care less about), humming in response.

you stand next to him and watch, occasionally feeling the need to poke him. starting from his arm, you string a line of pokes all the way up to his face, where you change your stance to pinch his cheek, a frequent action of endearment you used to do when you were younger.

needless to say, you were not expecting rin to grab your hand so promptly. and you most definitely were not expecting him to then lean towards you, not stopping until his face was merely an inch away.

“woah-“ you exhale as you stumble back slightly. he’s close enough for you to study all the details of his face, from the strands of his hair to the sharp curve of his jaw. he towers over you, his broad shoulders wide enough to engulf you completely into his presence. it’s funny, this scene is the complete opposite of what it was like as children, your roles entirely switched.

your breath hitches as his gaze locks onto yours, showing you all his pent-up feelings over the years for the first time. he’s determined, you can tell at least that much, but what surprises you the most is how dilated his pupils are; his eyes are begging to let you know his story, one of his long, endless pining for you, and you only.

it goes without saying you weren’t ignorant enough to overlook the reality that rin grew up, that he’s matured now. would it be cowardly for you to admit that you have indeed taken notice of his feelings at times, but refused to act on them in fear of losing him? what if you were wrong? what if rin didn’t like you that way? there was too much on the line, and you didn’t want to risk every memory you’ve made with him and sae for the past 12 years.

like an unspoken condition between you two, rin also knows the risks. he knows, but he’s so smitten it’s driving him insane. you’re a risk that he’s willing to take, and he’s had his mind made up since the beginning.

“yeah?” he whispers. “how about now?”

dumbstruck, you nod absentmindedly in response. almost like you were under a spell, and rin was the mastermind enchanting you.

rin smirks at the sight of your face heating up and flushing to a light red. “you still think i’m cute, y/n?”

“the cutest ever.” you’re quick to recover, flashing a small smile of your own. shameless, but you refuse to concede now. “care to prove me wrong, itoshi?”

“what the fuck are you two doing in the kitchen, oh my god.” sae deadpans. “rin, please pick and choose a better time to confess your feelings, thanks.”

you jump. rin groans.

“you need to pick and choose a better time to interrupt, THANK YOU.” rin scowls, letting go of your hand. the sudden withdrawal of his warmth disappoints you, but you smile nonetheless hearing their brotherly antics.

sae’s impassive, walking in between the two of you to refill his own water. “you two forgot all about me, i was getting worried that rin might’ve killed y/n or something.”

“as if!” rin rolls his eyes. “get out of here, at least let me finish.”

shooting him a quick side-eye, sae smirks at his little brother. “okay loverboy, just make sure to not make a mess in the kitchen.” and he swiftly makes an exit before any further retaliation.

“i hate him.”

“you know you don’t.”

rin sighs, closing his eyes for a few seconds.“i guess the cat’s out of the bag now.”

you laugh, and grab his hand to play with his fingers, a not very subtle attempt to hide your beet red face. “think it was obvious enough, rinnie.”

his heart throbs at your use of his childhood nickname. “took you long enough.”

“so, will you continue to show me how cute you are?” you ponder as you look up at rin.

“stop treating me like a child, jeez.” and that pout is back onto his face once again. “i’ll show you anything you want, but i’ll make sure you won’t see me as just a cute little boy anymore.”

a/n: this was so crack of me. not proofread btw i wrote this in one sitting. ^_^ @kouyun <3

#yumi writes ✎ #hes kinda cute don’t you think #rin the little baby #little 16 y/o child #jk i’m the same age as him #itoshi rin #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin x y/n #itoshi rin fluff #rin itoshi #rin itoshi x you #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x y/n #itoshi rin x you #blue lock drabbles #blue lock fluff #blue lock x reader #blue lock itoshi rin #blue lock rin itoshi #blue lock #bllk x you #bllk x reader #bllk x y/n #blue lock imagines

[bruciemilf]

"Estranged son Jason" "Estranged son Dick" you are all WRONG, TIM is the estranged son. Jason breaks down crying if Bruce doesn't send him a paragraph of a good morning text every day.

Tim is never home unless he physically can't avoid it. Tim doesn't visit unless everything's going to shit and he has to do damage control and run interference to make sure nobody storms off in a moody fit and drops off the map for months. Tim pulls the you're not my dad card immediately Bruce tries to parent him in a way he doesn't like (literally any way that isn't extremely hands-off) and Bruce can't even say anything to the contrary because Tim's emancipated and Bruce was his legal guardian for less than two years.

Jason comes home for the week before and after every holiday, no matter how much he grumbles, and goes all sullen whenever he doesn't have his pile of thirty-three or more gifts. Jason handmakes Bruce father’s day gifts and sulks whenever Bruce glances at anyone else's for a second more.

Tim has to be begged and bargained with and blackmailed into coming for even just the day of the holiday—left to him, he would just send gifts and be done with it. Tim says him even showing up to Father's Day itself is enough of a gift, and gives Bruce a store-bought card and Batman tie.

Tim's difficult for the sake of being difficult. Jason’s difficult because he wants attention. Tim would be happy if Bruce only made him do bi-monthly check-ins digitally and the occasional gala for the public. Jason demands Bruce’s time and effort but only in the way he wants it.

The reason is simple; Tim grew up an only child with no supervision as long as he got good grades and didn't cause any trouble his parents would have to deal with. Jason was the youngest child to an overachiever older brother for years and was used to everything being his way.

GODDDDD FOR THE LOVE OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOR BRITNEY SPEARS CAN I GET MORE SPOILED BRAT " i NEED bruce to pay attention to me 24/7/365 or I'll die again" JASON CONTENT?????

LIKE, GOD, I LOVE THIS; Listen. Sometimes older children are youngest sibling coded and it doesn't fucking matter Jason is the second oldest. This motherfucker gets away with more shit than DAMIAN and that says a LOT

LOGICALLY, (and this isn't me wanting Jason to act like the kid he never got to be, what are you talking about) the person he'd have MOST beef with would be Damian for stealing his spotlight as the youngest.

He'll absolutely act like the big brother we all know he is and love, BUT. he crosses the line at Bruce.

He sees Damian wear one of HIS old sweaters that Bruce knitted for him and they both threw a tantrum while Bruce sighed in the background till he passed out. " MY sweater."

" MY Baba."

" THAT'S IT-"

Tim????? Tim doesn't have a love language with a solid foundation yet, and he's just not used to (or expected) Bruce to be so attentive?

What do you mean you want to hear about my day? What do you mean you made a snack for me? What do you mean you love me regardless of my accomplishments?

AND YOU KNOW, I hear the " Dick drags his siblings to the manor because Bruce loves their company and loves seeing all the baby birds in one nest" crowd. I LOVE you people.

But I'm begging. Imagine you're Tim Drake and you get a furious message from your older brother crime lord about you missing family brunch.

" Literally how fucking hard it is to call and say you won't be there, fuck off Papi cut his finger trying to make that dumbass muffin you like, call home you piece of shit. Love you."

#bruce wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #batfamily #dc #I LOVE YOU ANDY MY BELOVED LETS TALK. CALL ME. #text post #batdad

[vladdyissues]

Please give us som Vlad headcanons!!! :)

Oh boy, you're gonna wish you'd never asked 😆 Long post ahead

🎧 Vlad is a huge fan of 80s synth-pop and new wave. Depeche Mode, The Cure, The Smiths, Duran Duran, Tears For Fears, Pet Shop Boys, a-ha, and New Order, to name just a few.

🎵 On a similar (quarter) note, music from the late 70s and early 80s is still difficult for him to listen to because it reminds him of the years he was pining for Maddie, the accident, and being hospitalized. Mid-80s music and beyond, when he began to take his life back and build his wealth and power, is his "good old days" music.

🎹 Another music headcanon: In Familiar, I hinted at Vlad being a pianist. I think he'd look pretty hot playing a saxophone, maybe even a trumpet. And Martin Mull is a pretty good guitarist and singer, so Vlad also having those talents would be really cool. But I like to believe that Vlad plays the geekiest, dorkiest, nerdiest, most Slav-coded instrument of all: the accordion. Just imagine him torturing Danny and Sam and Tucker with polka music and ballads about cheese while on a camping trip. Maybe Wulf howling in agony from somewhere in the woods.

🧀 Yeah, he’s basically the negaverse equivalent of Weird Al.

👂 Vlad got his ear pierced in the mid-90s.

🔥 Despite being a fire specter ("having a fire core", to use the phandom terms), Vlad loves the cold. Winter is his favorite season, Christmas his favorite holiday. A bit of a spoiler for either chapter 13 or 14 of Familiar: Vlad is a superb ice skater.

💔 Besides his mother, Maddie was the only woman Vlad ever loved.

🐄 Vlad grew up the son of a poor Wisconsin dairy farmer. His mother was a first-generation Romanian* immigrant. He was the first member of his family to go to college, and on a full scholarship. He has no siblings. (*I may adapt Vlad’s nationality depending upon the story/art/situation, but generally I like to HC him as Romanian, which you can see on his backpack here in this AU.)

👊 Vlad was a victim of bullying in his teen years. Because of his first name and his ethnicity—not to mention his appearance and disposition: skinny, gangly, "ugly", shy, nerdy, poor—Halloween was always a miserable time for him: getting pelted with plastic vampire fangs in the hallways at school; cruel nicknames like "Count Vladislob" or "Vladis-louse"; racist remarks about his Romani mother; "Bleh bleh! I vant to suck your bluud!" It was awful.

✌️ Because he spent so many years being made to feel ashamed of his unusual name, when he became rich and successful after obtaining his ghost powers, he put his name and initial everywhere. V for Vlad.

🏈 Vlad got his love of Green Bay from his father. Apart from a shared surname, it was one of the only two (2) things he and his dad had in common.

🔧 Working on farm machinery like tractors and hay balers was the other. Vlad and his dad would often fix the farm equipment themselves rather than hire a mechanic—mostly out of necessity. Vlad is still pretty good with a monkey wrench, though in college his focus shifted from engineering to physics after meeting Jack and Maddie.

🚀 Vlad grew up in the sixties. Space race, the moon landing, the Cold War. Every kid his age had space fever. Vlad was no exception. His bedroom walls were a collage of stars, rockets, shuttles, astronauts, and cosmonauts. Yuri Gagarin was his hero. He wanted to be an astronaut when he grew up. (Just like Danny.)

🩸 I mentioned this on another post, but I'll add it here, too: Vlad's obsession with gaining more power stems from the trauma and weakness he experienced when he was hospitalized. He made a vow to never be that helpless again.

🪦 Both of Vlad's parents were dead by the time he got out of the hospital. He was estranged from the rest of the Masters family and therefore had no one to turn to.

👶 Because of this, Vlad became obsessed with having a family of his own. Ironically, the accident sterilized him. He will never be able have biological children.

🍪 Some of Vlad’s happiest memories are baking with his mother. He had (and still does have) quite a sweet tooth—and a penchant for cooking.

#annnd i think that's a good place to stop. for now #danny phantom #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #dp headcanons #meta #many of these ideas appear in familiar. so if they look ''familiar'' that's why #fic: familiar #asks

[mosneakers]

After completing all the tasks to complete the Lone Wolf Aspiration, including defeating Greg, Montgomery lectures Brick, explaining to him that "The pack has noticed that Brick hasn't been adequately demonstrating Diplomacy. If this behavior continues, or he receives additional warnings for other pack values, Brick will be put on Pack Probation."

Brick: You should be thanking me, my guy, I put Greg in his place. Made it safer for the pack and for everyone else.

A beastly grumble escapes from Montgomery's throat. Montgomery: [In a low, assertive tone] Picking fights and running around being a menace doesn't earn commendation. What you did goes against our values, Brick. That's why I'm demoting your pack rank.

Brick: DEMOTED? BRO what? Are you fucking shitting my tits right now?

Montgomery: N— No.

Brick: Hey, you're the one who lied to me, okay? Trying to LARP as a dad and didn't even bother to tell me I had another sibling out there? What were you trying to do, replace your bad kid with one who listens better? What did I even do to be demoted? Embrace my fury like we're supposed to?

Montgomery: You are expected to earn my trust before I disclose my private matters with you. The Moonwood Collective has always strived to establish diplomacy, and it seems that so far, [raises voice] you've only managed to do the opposite. Brick: Oh yeah? Well I'm glad you said that dude, I was gonna let you know I'm leaving this stupid pack.

Montgomery: [Calmly] Leaving, are you? After all this pack has done for you, my only question, is why? Brick: The other pack members are fire, don't get me wrong. But this pack sucks right now with the way the rules are. And you stank.

Fury began to grow between Montgomery and his estranged son, a volatile energy crackling in the air. It was only a matter of time before another werewolf brawl broke out.

Wolfegang: [Beastly approaching]

Wolfegang: Brick, Alpha [Polite wave and nod] I heard something over here about diplomacy, and I see it best to do my due diligence to display some diplomacy of my own, by moderating this discourse, if you'll allow me.

Montgomery: That won't be necessary, Wolfegang. Thank you. Brick was merely here to declare his departure from the pack..

Brick: See, lyin' again! I'm actually leaving the pack. I'm tired of his ass. Montgomery: [Sighs]

Wolfegang: Brick, Alpha, forgive me if I may be speaking out of turn here but, consider this - Although Brick tends to be a little... combustible at times, his passion for the pack and for werewolves cannot be mistaken. He helps keep the pack safe and in line, and with a little experience and discipline, he could quickly learn his place and become a strong asset.

Montgomery's eyes shift to Brick, contemplating Wolfegang's case. Guided by Wolfegang's careful moderation, the three engage in a candid conversation, finally working towards a compromise. Montgomery: Okay, Brick. You can stay in the Collective. Under one condition... Brick: What? Montgomery: I'd like to have a word with your parents.

#ts4 #ts4 story #ts4 gameplay #werewolves gameplay #Red Wolf Fury #Brick Darling #RWFseason2 #GIF #Wolfegang Wilde #Montgomery Parr-Teague

[cordonianroyalairlines]

All I Want for Christmas Part 2

Series: Cordonian Royal Airlines

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for series: Various

Pairing for this chapter: Riley x Drake, Liam x Max

Word Count: 2,848

Rating: General

Warnings for this chapter: none

Submissions: @choicesprompts rewrite challenge, holiday edition TRR x Untamed Heart (one of my all-time favorite movies). @choicesficwriterscreations holiday prompt: Stuck together in the snow; @choicesdecember2023 Christmas and @choicesholidays: This is the worst/best Christmas ever.

A/N: So the end of this is based very loosely on a scene from Untamed Heart. I looked for a clip of the scene in question but couldn't find one. You'll have to trust me that this is one of the most underrated movies of all time. If you've never seen it, you should look it up and watch it.

“Hey, you okay?”

“What?” Riley glanced up in surprise, wiping the wetness from her face with the palm of her hand, “I’m fine.”

“Hm.” Drake grunted as he pulled out a chair and sat down without waiting for an invitation. “You don’t look fine.”

She tried to laugh and cry at the same time and the sound came out as a little hiccup, “Sorry, it’s just Christmas Eve, you know?”

“Yeah….” He said carefully, reluctant to reveal that he didn’t know, not really. He had a mother and a sister, but he wasn’t close to either one. “So, you had plans, I take it?”

“Of course! Every year we all go to my parents’ house for Christmas. My brother Ryder and his wife and kids, my sister Amelia and her fiancé, and my brother Jory will be home from school, and this is Declan’s last year at home before he goes off to university…. I’ll be the only one not there this year….”

“So, you’re close to your siblings?” He set the bottle and glass on the table between them and gestured toward it. “Drink?”

She shook her head. “No thanks. And yes, I’m very close to my siblings and my parents.”

“Would you like something else? I’ll buy you a drink. You can tell me about your siblings.”

“I wouldn’t say no to an amaretto sour…”

An hour later, she looked up to find him smiling at her softly. She flushed as she realized she had been dominating the conversation. “I’m so sorry! I’m just rambling on and on about myself and my family! Tell me about yours!”

“Nah,” he waved her off, “There’s not much to tell. I’d rather hear about yours. Your brother Jory sounds hilarious. Declan should definitely dump that guy, and I agree with Max about your sister. It sounds like she takes your love and support for granted.”

“Max and Amelia have never gotten along,” Riley said with a sigh.

“You’ve known Max for a long time, huh?”

“Since we were teenagers. He’s the one that talked me into becoming a flight attendant and got me this job.”

“You didn’t want to be a flight attendant?”

She shrugged as she pulled her drink closer to her and toyed with the rim, “I was deep in my I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up phase.”

“And now?”

“I like it. I don’t know if it’s what I want to do forever, but it’s really fun for right now. I have no complaints.”

The tension that had set in his back and shoulders at the thought of her quitting eased out of him as he relaxed back into his chair. “As airline jobs go, this is about as good as it gets.”

“You’re not wrong.” Not only did the private airline pay better than commercial airlines, but there were many perks from more flexible schedules to stipends for living expenses while traveling and generous bonuses. But the biggest benefit was getting to work with her best friend. All in all, she really couldn’t complain. “Thanks, Drake.”

“For what?”

“Taking the time to sit here and cheer me up. You didn’t have to do that. I’m sure you have plenty of things you’d rather be doing than listening to me go on and on about my family.”

He scoffed as he looked away from her and lifted his glass to his mouth. “I really don’t.” He was estranged from his family, single, and his only real friend was Liam. All of which was usually fine with him. He preferred it that way honestly, seeing himself as a lone wolf. Community and togetherness were overrated. He needed very little to be happy.

Something about this girl made him want more, though, and the feeling unsettled him.

“Well, at any rate, thank you,” she yawned, “but I should probably get back up to my room.”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” he glanced at his watch as he stumbled to his feet, “Me too. I’ll walk you up.”

The look she gave him sent butterflies exploding through his chest and he quickly clarified, “For safety, you know.”

“Right,” she nodded in agreement, but the smile that played across her lips said she understood exactly what was going on between them.

Good thing one of them did.

Entering the elevator, he reached out and pressed the button for the twelfth floor. He turned his head to find her giving him a measuring look. “What?”

“I didn’t tell you what floor I was on. How did you know?”

His eyes widened as he stared at her like a deer caught in the headlights. He had never felt so much panic surge through his body at one time and he had flown into combat zones before leaving the military for the private sector. His scotch-laden brain struggled to come up with a response that didn’t include telling her he had asked Liam what floor she was staying on. “Max must have mentioned it.” He mumbled.

“When did you talk to Max?”

He was saved from answering when her phone vibrated, and she quickly answered a text from one of her brothers. He heaved out a sigh of relief and changed the subject. “So, what do you like best about Christmas other than your family? The presents?”

“No,” she laughed, “The tree and decorations. There’s just something so peaceful about the lights and ornaments. Waking up to my mom’s ham and cheese omelets for Christmas breakfast. Oh, and I love the music!”

“Yeah? What’s your favorite Christmas song?”

“Jingle Bell Rock,” she replied without hesitation. “I know it’s not the most popular, or sentimental, but I love the beat and I love horses, so there you go. What’s yours?”

“Mine? Oh, no, I don’t have-“

“Come on, Drake, you have to have a favorite Christmas song!”

“Okay, okay, if you put a gun to my head then I guess I’d say it’s Do They Know It’s Christmas.”

Her mouth fell open. “Really?”

“Yeah, really, why is that surprising?”

“I don’t know. I figured you for a Rocking Around the Christmas Tree kind of guy. Why is Do They Know It’s Christmas your favorite?”

“I don’t know,” he jostled his body weight from foot to foot as he silently willed the elevator to hurry the fuck up, “I think it’s the juxtaposition of mindless consumerism with the destitution of impoverished peoples. It makes you think. Or it should.”

“Wow, Drake. You have hidden depths. I knew it!”

He arched an eyebrow at her. “You think about my depths?”

It was Riley’s turn to flush as she spun her body back to face the doors just as they dinged open. “Well, here we are!”

He saw her safely to her door in a silence that suddenly felt comfortable and right, as if him walking her to her door was a normal, everyday occurrence.

She opened the door and looked back over her shoulder, “Thank you again….for everything.”

“I should be thanking you for saving me from drinking alone. See you tomorrow, Riley.”

“See you tomorrow, Drake. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” he said as her door closed.

He stood outside her door for a long moment as he talked himself out of knocking on it and asking her to let him in.

Relationships with co-workers never ended well. He would know.

He turned and started trudging back down the hallway toward the elevator when he was seized by a sudden inspiration. Whipping his phone from his pocket, his fingers flew over the keyboard as his pace quickened and he hurried briskly back to his room, a smile of anticipation curving up his lips.

***

The next morning, Riely rolled out of bed and pulled the curtains open to see the area blanketed in freshly fallen snow, but it was all on the ground. Nothing fell from the clear blue sky.

With a squeal of joy, she bounced back to the bed to grab her phone from the nightstand, preparing to call Liam and ask if they had a takeoff time and then Max to find out how things had gone with Liam the night before, but before she could dial either number, it vibrated in her hand. She glanced down to see a text message in the group chat Liam had created yesterday when he invited everyone to dinner. It was from Drake.

Meet me in the Mountain Vista conference room.

That was odd, but okay. She quickly dressed and hurried out into the hallway, bumping into Max as she did so. “Were you waiting outside my door?”

“I was about to knock! I guess you got the text from Drake?”

“Yeah, but it’s weird, right? I mean, his entire contribution to the group chat yesterday was the word okay. And not even the whole word, just the two letters O.K.”

“I don’t know, but I hope it involves food! Come on, let’s go!”

When they arrived at the lower-level conference room, Max pulled the door open, and Riley walked into a stunning surprise.

Christmas finery draped the entire room. A six-foot tree adorned the center of the raised stage at the front of the room, fully decorated, complete with an angel on top. There were gift-wrapped packages under the tree. Christmas music spilled out of the speakers and a buffet table lined the far wall. She turned in circles, taking in the decorations everywhere, her mouth agape, “What is all this?”

“Uh…” Drake rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Nothing. I mean it is Christmas! Just thought you- um, just thought everyone could use a little Christmas cheer this morning.”

“You did all this?”

“Yeah…”

“Drake, it’s amazing! But why? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining at all, but there’s a Christmas tree in the lobby.”

“I know, but that’s just a generic hotel tree for everybody. I thought you deserved something a little more personal.”

She stared up at him with wide eyes. “You did all this for me?”

“I mean….for all of us,” he declared hurriedly, turning away so she wouldn’t see the red coloring his cheeks. “I even managed gifts.” He plucked a package out from under the tree and held it out to her. “Don’t get too excited, they’re just t-shirts from the hotel gift shop. I got one for each of us.”

Riley watched as Drake tossed one to Liam, who had entered the room just behind them, and then Max. He kept the last one for himself. “Hope they fit.”

“How the hell did you accomplish all this?” A tinge of awe colored Liam’s voice.

Drake lifted his shoulder. “I just made a few phone calls and had things delivered.”

“They delivered all this in a snowstorm?” Max gaped at him.

“Well, the blizzard is over,” Drake scoffed, gesturing out the plate-glass windows along the side of the room. “This is just a lot of snow.”

“Ah, you missed your family today, too!” Riley gave him a sympathetic smile.

“Yeah.” Drake agreed as he turned his head to avoid the sharp look Liam gave him. “We should eat while this is still hot.”

“Ohhhh,” Max rubbed his hands together, “Good idea! It smells delicious!”

Drake followed behind Riley and Max toward the food. Liam sidled up next to him and lowered his voice so no one else could hear, “You never spend Christmas with your family.”

“What? Yeah, no, that’s….. you like waffles, right? Because I ordered waffles.”

“Oh, my god!” Riley exclaimed, “Ham and cheese omelets!”

“And bacon,” Max pointed out. “Don’t forget the bacon. Oh! And crepes!”

Her gaze slid thoughtfully to Drake as Max loaded his plate. “Did you order this because of what I told you last night?”

“Order what?” Drake shook his head as he reached for a plate. “I just asked for food. Lucky coincidence.”

“Okay.” She gave him an appraising look. He avoided direct eye contact with her.

The group sat down at a table near the center of the room and enjoyed breakfast together. Riley bit into a forkful of fluffy eggs, melted cheese, savory ham, and crisp onions as she took in the comforting twinkle of Christmas lights reflecting off red and gold ornaments. Max was already wearing the shirt Drake had given him and a Santa hat that he had produced from seemingly nowhere. All of it was set against the backdrop of sheer whiteness that could be seen through the conference room windows. Every ice-covered tree, bush and light post sparkled in the bright morning sun. A sense of peace and contentment that she hadn’t expected to feel on this particular morning settled over her as the group ate and laughed together.

Her phone rang. “It’s my mom!” she answered and after several tearful exchanges of I love you, I miss you and Merry Christmas, she addressed the group, “My mom wants to say hi to everyone.” She placed the phone in the middle of the table and pushed the speaker button so Catherine Brooks could wish the entire flight crew a Merry Christmas. “And especially you, Drake!” she gushed. “Riley told me about the tree and decorations. Thank you for making the day special for her. You’re a good friend.”

“I’m glad she liked it. I just thought we could all use a pick me up since everyone is missing the day with their family,” he lied. The truth was, he couldn’t stand to see her sad. The smile that had washed over her face and stayed there since she had first walked into the conference room made every bit of effort and expense he had gone to more than worth it.

Not that he was interested in her. He didn’t get involved with co-workers.

“Well, nevertheless, thank you and if you’re ever in our neck of the woods, we would love to meet you!”

“Ah…sure, that would be…all right…”

Drake was rescued by Max, who leaned over the phone to yell “I love you!” and “Merry Christmas!” at Riley’s family.

When every member of the Brooks family had spoken to both Riley and Max and the call was finally over, Liam looked up from his own phone and announced, “Great news…we can fly out now!”

“I almost don’t want to.” Max blurted out and then flushed from the tip of his nose all the way down to his toes. “I mean….I just meant this is nice, and it’s warm in here….”

“It’s okay, Max,” Liam grinned at him, “This has been nice, but we do need to get back home. If we don’t make it back today, we’ll have to reschedule tomorrow’s flight, and then I’ll have to deal with Madeleine and her bullshit.”

Drake shuddered. “Why the fuck did Leo give her part ownership again?”

“He didn’t give it to her,” Liam shook his head as he returned his phone to his pocket, “the judge in their divorce did.”

“Still. She acts like her twenty-five percent is controlling interest or something.”

“Tell me about it.” Liam was not overly fond of his ex-sister-in-law, but he couldn’t deny that she was skilled with the parts of the business he disliked, such as accounting and marketing. He just wanted to fly; and Madeleine taking over those parts, had allowed him to do exactly that.

“Well, I guess we should all go pack then,” Max headed toward the door, “You coming, Riley?”

“In a minute. You go on. And you’re still coming home with me today, right?”

“Bert won’t be home until tomorrow, so yes.”

Liam hurried across the room. “Hold on, Max, I’ll walk up with you!”

Riley and Drake watched them leave, then turned to each other. They stood silent and unmoving for a long moment in the middle of the Christmas finery, eyes searching eyes, unspoken emotions playing across both faces.

She took a step forward, “Drake…”

He caught her hand in his as she reached out for him. “Riley…we can’t…”

“And yet you did all this.”

“I’m sorry. It’s not you. It’s me.” He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of her fingers, then quickly dropped it. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Drake, and thank you. Really. It means a lot to me.” She leaned in, went up on her tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on his cheek before whispering in his ear, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone that you’re a gooey, mushy marshmallow on the inside. Your reputation is safe.”

A short laugh escaped him as she stepped away. He watched her walk to the door with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that was at odds with the soaring feeling in his chest.

She liked him, right?

Not that it mattered. It was a bad idea to get involved with a co-worker.

As she slipped out the door, panic sliced through his being as he realized that he was involved.

He was very involved.

He heaved a sigh that was full of both resignation and wonder as he made his way back to his room to pack.

#trr #christmas #holidays 2023 #trr au #the royal romance #cordonianroyalairlines #choicesprompts #choicesholidays #choices fic writers creations #choices monthly challenge #cfwc fics of the week #cfwc holidays 2023 #cfwc lgbtqia #angelasscribbles

[grizzlyofthesea]

Fun with a New Pen

I got a ten-color pen over the weekend, and I've loved using it so far. I wanted to show it off a bit, and I had an idea today.

I've been obsessing over mothy's Seven Deadly Sins series of Vocaloid songs, so I decided to draw all the sinners today.

Duke Cherubim "Sateriasis" Venomania

I want his outfit. Give me his outfit. Let me be fancy like him.

His song is catchy as all heck and is one of my favorites of the whole series (especially ryusouta's cover, holy crap it's good). Weird for a repulsed aroace, I know, but it is what it is.

Super sad backstory that I can relate to in some ways. I wasn't locked in a basement for all my childhood or anything, but I was teased for my appearance quite a bit, even by some of my loved ones.

He can fly???

Banica Conchita

Gorgeous design

Has awesome powers

Ate herself just to save her child and became the new demon of gluttony in the process. That's metal as all heck.

Her song has an awesome instrumental, and the lyrics are nice and subtly horrifying.

Riliane Lucifen d'Autriche

Needed her own page because of how stupid frilly her dress is

Seriously, we get it. You're royalty. But make yourself easier to draw.

Least favorite song in the series, but I don't hate it. I love ryusouta's cover of the Velvet Mix, though.

Another super sad story, especially with Servant of Evil for extra context. Who could've guessed? Poor Kagamines can't catch a break.

Margarita Blankenheim

I used to hate her song for some reason, but I love it now. Both the melody and the instrumental are gorgeous.

Didn't deserve such a crappy husband

She has a special gift for you.

Actually a doll possessed by Eve Moonlit for some reason? What even is this series??? (Even though I love it dearly)

Kayo Sudou

Scariest song in my opinion. It may go on a bit longer than I'd like, but the way the story builds is terrifying.

Color-changing scissors that totally aren't stained with blood

Was kind of doomed from the start since her mom was the demon of envy. I'll give her credit for trying, though.

Very talented tailor, for what it's worth

Gallerian Marlon

👌

Another song with an awesome instrumental. The key changes make me feel extra evil when I listen to it. And the gavels. Oh my gosh, the gavels.

Poor dude went crazy over a spoon.

We all know he's Nemesis' dad, but they're also half-siblings? And neither of them had any idea?? What the actual heck, Ma--???

Nemesis Sudou

Also has one of my favorite songs (no, I'm totally not biased toward the Internet Co. Vocaloids, what are you talking about--). It's super dramatic and bold, and the key change at the end really gives it--and the whole series--a sense of finality.

Didn't even want a contract with the demon of wrath, but hey, she got a cool pet octopus out of it.

Her backstory hits me right in the feels. Seriously, being ordered by your estranged father to kill your lover--and not even having any idea that he's your father until after the fact? Ouch.

Becoming a dictator may have been a bit much, though

And the moral of the story is: listen to ryusouta's covers of these songs. (No, but seriously, they're awesome.) And the Evillious Chronicles is a crazy series, but the Vocaloid fandom wouldn't be the same without it.

#vocaloid #evillious chronicles #evillious fanart #duke venomania #banica conchita #riliane lucifen d'autriche #margarita blankenheim #kayo sudou #gallerian marlon #nemesis sudou #vocaloid seven deadly sins #evillious seven deadly sins #evillious deadly sins #seven deadly sins

[quill-pen]

A Christmas Confession pt. 1 (Married!ScroogeXReader)

I know, I know! I said I wouldn't post up much more for the story and that I'd only do some requests and headcannon stuff, but since listening to that gorgeous cover of 'Come What May' by Luke, my brain has been fraught with inspiration. And when I followed through with it, it turned into something just a little bit bigger because I've been dying to write Ebenezer being a loving Uncle figure to children. So here we are!

Part two will come along in a bit and bring with it quite a bit more romance. *wink* Right now, enjoy sweet Uncle Ebby with some adorable little girls plus YOU!

Note: Remember, the main idea of the story is you are Marley's estranged daughter raised in America but returned to England to live (for many complicated reasons) in your early to mid-20s (younger half-siblings now included because I want to write father-figure Scrooge and the Cratchit kids and street urchins can't always be around). For the many complicated reasons previously mentioned, you have married Ebenezer--a dear friend--and are struggling with the situation because you truly have feelings for the man, but are convinced he couldn't possibly feel the same.

Also, too late for Christmas stuff? NOT WHEN IT COMES TO 'A CHRISTMAS CAROL'. If Ebenezer can keep Christmas in his heart alive all the year, then why can't I?!

Enjoy!

Pairing: Ebenezer Scrooge x F!Reader (married)

Warnings: None, unless you count pining and seriously adorable Uncle Ebenezer with cute kids.

Summary: Christmas time has come again! This time, (probably at the behest of the children) you and Scrooge have invited the Cratchits and the Huffmans to stay with you for Christmas Eve so that you may all enjoy a Christmas morning together. You and Ebenezer agree to put the children to bed so that the Cratchits might have a break. For once!

A/N: Don't worry--we will get Prudence in the next part! And as always, insanely soft Scrooge.

And if anyone has any idea what the other Cratchit girls besides Kathy (who by all rights would probably be Belinda IDK why so many names got changed in this thing) are, let me know. Because right now, I'm just naming them things that sound right.

Part 2

A Christmas Confession pt. 1

Arms crossed over your chest, you leaned against the doorpost and watched with a small smile on your face as Millie and the young Cratchit girls knelt at the side of the bed, heads bowed and hands clasped in the nightly prayer: “Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep….”  Once they’d finished the recitation, they went around the bed, each thanking or praying to God individually about something or someone in turn.  Millie started off the round: “I thank you, God, for sending us the baby Jesus.  And I also pray that my friend Betty in Cincinnati has a nice Christmas this year.  She told me in her letters she was wanting a new doll and a dress--I hope she gets them.  I would just like a pony, with Christmas ribbons in its mane and tail.  Thank you, God.”

You fought back the urge to laugh at that, successfully turning it into a quiet snort.  Oh, you’re adorable but highly tenacious baby sister!  Even at six years old, you could already tell you were in for a whirlwind of a time raising her up.  God help you when the teenage years came! 

A large, warm hand enclosed over your shoulder, drawing your attention away from the children to see Ebenezer standing just behind you.  “How are we coming?” he murmured, eyes on the girls.

“We’re just finishing up our prayers,” you whispered back.  “How are the boys?”

“Tucked in, waiting for you to come say goodnight.”

You gave him a look of disbelief.  “What?!  You mean to tell me you have that rowdy lot in bed already?  How on earth did you beat me?”

The silver-haired man flashed you one of his divinely roguish smirks, making your knees feel the slightest bit wobbly.  “I, my fine lady, am a man of many talents,” he whispered mysteriously.

Raising an eyebrow you smirked back.  “Hmm, bribed them with sovereigns.  I see.”  You tsked your tongue and shook your head at him.  “Cheater.”

Ebenezer didn’t even try to deny it, just merely burred that beautiful chuckle of his that stirred your soul.

The two of you fell silent and watched on as the girls continued on around their individual prayers.  Ebenezer’s hand stayed on your shoulder, a wonderful, gentle, steady, and warm weight that conversely sent shivers tingling along your nerves.  Oh, how you wished he’d put that hand around your waist and pull you into him, as close as a real wife should be.  Or at least take one of your own hands into it and twine your delicate fingers together with his attractively large ones.  There was no hope for it--you wanted to be completely and utterly possessed by him.  Not merely carnally (though that in itself was a major appeal) but in the soft, devoted, domestic way too; the way you’d see the Cratchits and Huffmans behave towards each other; the way you’d see couples walking the street act; the way you’d grown up watching your mother and step-father interact.  What you would have given to be totally and completely the woman of the house--to be Ebenezer’s woman.

But there was no point in pining for things that wouldn’t come to pass, so you forced your mind away from the concept and put it back on the girls, who were coming to the end of their personal prayers.  Millie added in one last time: “Also, God, I know I’m still just a little girl, but I’d take really good care of a pony if I had one.  I promise--cross my heart.  Honest.  Amen.”

Again you snorted, and you heard the man beside you rumble out another amused chuckle as well.  “She certainly knows how to work the system,” he remarked.

“Oh, she’s completely incorrigible,” you told him.  With that, you moved back into the room (regretfully slipping out from Ebenezer’s touch as you did) and approached the children.  “All right, girls, very good.  Now let’s get into bed.”  You pulled back the thick covers and watched as they all filed between them one by one.  

“We’re not sleepy yet,” Tilda and Maggie protested, despite snuggling in next to Millie.

“We want to stay up and try to catch Father Christmas!” Alice added enthusiastically.

An entire chorus of excited agreement went up from the girls

“But he won’t come unless you’re all sound asleep,” you countered, smiling the slightest bit.  Oh, to be a child on Christmas Eve again!

“Why?” sweet little Judith asked.

All five sets of eyes shined brightly up at you in innocence and wonderment, awaiting an answer.  An answer that you, admittedly, were a little bit stumped over.  “Um… well… that’s just always been the way it is.”

“But why?” Millie pressed further.

“Because that’s how Father Christmas’ magic works!”

You and the girls turned to see Ebenezer coming into the room, slate-blue eyes as bright and shining as the children’s.  He smiled and winked at you as he moved towards the bed.  You felt your heart flutter just a bit, the slightest warmth of a blush color your cheeks.  Thank God the flickering firelight would help conceal it.  

The tall man went around the bed and sat on the side opposite you, beaming down at the snuggled-up little girls in a way that made your heart positively melt.  “You see, girls, Father Christmas has a very special kind of magic that can only work when you are all asleep,” Ebenezer twisted up his face in a comically sneaky way and peered around conspiratorially as if he were about to relay a very important secret that only they were supposed to hear and then whispered, “because the magic is fueled by your Christmas dreams!”

You made saucer-wide eyes along with the girls and exclaimed, “Ooooh!” 

“Yes,” Ebenezer continued.  “That’s why you must all sleep tonight so that you may dream and give Father Christmas all the power he needs for his magic to work.  Why without your dreams to help him, he would never be able to travel the world and deliver presents to all the little boys and girls!  And we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

“No!” Judith exclaimed, her eyes twice the size they normally were and so full of sweet innocence it broke your heart.  She clutched her dolly preciously to her.  

“No,” Ebenezer agreed with a serious shake of his silvery head.  “I didn’t think so.  So off to sleep for each of you.”

“How come we have to go to bed, but the grown-ups don’t have to?” Maggie asked.

“Yeah, shouldn’t they be sleeping so their dreams can help the magic too?” Tilda added.

That time it was Ebenezer’s turn to look stumped.  Clearly, he hadn’t thought that far ahead in his story.  “Um… w-well-”

“Grown-ups’ dreams aren’t as powerful as children’s dreams,” you came to his rescue.  “But we make up for it by helping Santa in making sure that all of the children go to bed on time so that he has enough magic when he needs it.”

“Precisely!” Ebenezer brightened, smiling gratefully at you.  Then he became very serious and stern as he turned to the girls again.  “Which is why you must all go to bed at once,” he ordered, poking a ticklish finger into each little girl's tummy, causing them to squeal with laughter.  “Because if you do not go to sleep, we will be failing in our duty to Father Christmas!  Understood?”

Still giggling, the girls all sounded off: “Yes, sir!”

“Very good!” Scrooge said, voice still gruff like a Sergeant Major General’s.  “Now, good night!”  With a devilish gleam in his eyes, the man loomed down over the girls and gave them each a good hard nuzzle on the face with his cheeks, evilly chuckling ‘good night’ over and over.  The girls laughed harder and tried to push him away, shrieking and squealing about his “whisker tickles”.  That only made him continue with more vigor.

You couldn’t help but laugh right along with them.  “Ebenezer, at this rate you’ll get them so stirred up again they’ll never be able to sleep for Santa!”

Laughing as well, Ebenezer pulled back to give you an acquiescent smile.  “I suppose you are right, my dear.  Without these little ones’ dreams, Father Christmas may never get his sleigh off the ground!”  With that, he turned back to the girls and leaned back in, only this time to administer gentle kisses to their brows.  Each girl gave him a return kiss on the cheek; Millie went a bit further to reach up and hold his face in place as she blew a wet raspberry into his muttonchop.  (The man grimaced but judging how he still smiled, he didn’t seem to mind too much.)  “Good night, my lovies,” Ebenezer murmured softly, an adoring gentleness in his blue eyes.  “Sweet dreams and happy Christmas.”

“Good night, Uncle Ebby!” the girls chorused as he stood to leave.

“Right to sleep now,” you told the girls as you too stood up and began to leave.  “No talking.  Remember Santa’s counting on you to help him work tonight.”

“Yes, Y/N/Auntie Y/N!”

There was still the faint noise of giggling and whispered chatter as you closed the door, but it was quickly beginning to die down.  Ebenezer’s magic had worked.

A mildly disgusted groan caused you to turn and find the man in question wiping at his spittle-slicked cheek with his handkerchief.  

You giggled and pulled out your own handkerchief from your sleeve.  “Here, let me.  Your silky thing won’t do the job.” 

With a grateful smile, Ebenezer gentlemanly bowed his face towards you.  "That girl is going to be a menace to society, I tell you," he said, only half-jokingly.

You hummed in agreement as you cleaned him up, still having to stand a bit on tiptoe to do so (lovely, tall man…).  "Don't I know it?  She is her father's daughter--George was a… character.  But I adored him.”  You gave him a knowing smile.  “Just as you adore Millie."

Ebenezer gave you a playful scowl, the softness in his eyes saying you were right.  “You’d better go see the boys now,” he said, once you’d finished drying him off.  “And then we’d better check on the older children to make sure they got themselves to bed.”

You nodded and put your kerchief away.  As you followed him down the hall, you were still thinking about Ebenezer’s story.  You’d never heard anything like it before.  “Where’d you come up with that?” you asked, looking up at him.

The man raised a bushy brow quizzically.  “Beg pardon?”

“The story about Santa’s magic fueled by children’s dreams.  Did you hear that somewhere or did you just make it up on the spot?”

Ebenezer smiled.  “Oh, that.”  He chuckled.  “Well, yes, I did come up with it, as a matter of fact, when my sister and I were children.”  A sort of sad haze came into the man’s beautiful eyes to mix with the happiness of the memory as he reminisced.  “You see, Jen was like any other child on Christmas Eve--well so was I, rather, for a while at least.  Apparently, our parents couldn’t give her a satisfactory answer as to why she should go to bed rather than stay up and wait for Father Christmas.”

“So you came up with the reason for why.”

“Exactly.”

“Did it work?”

“It did.  And Jen would ask me about it every Christmas after, even beyond the point where we stopped believing.”

You smiled and gently nudged the tall man with your shoulder.  “She liked the story,” you said.  “It is a good story, I must say.  Certainly much more fun than what we were given: Mama and George told us if we didn’t go to bed, Santa would simply pass right over our house.  It seemed to do the trick for us.  Although my final year of believing, I did sneak out of bed and stayed up.”  You laughed at the memory.  “Sakes alive, did I give poor old George a fright when he came down early to put the presents out!  He just about took me over his knee to tan my hide!”

“And I take it catching your stepfather was what caused your belief to fade,” Ebenezer surmised, looking a little amused by your story.

“Yes,” you admitted a little forlornly.  “It was sad.  I think it’s always sad when you stop believing in that sort of magic.”

“Yes,” Ebenezer agreed, also looking just a bit sad.  But then he quickly gave you a bright smile.  “But then you discover a new magic in making the old magic for others, and then you begin to believe again.”

“Just in a different way,” you said, understanding his meaning.

The man only beamed in agreement.  “That was a very nice addition to the story, I must say,” he said after a moment.  “The bit about adult dreams not being as powerful as those of children.”

You raised your chin a bit haughtily and flipped a curl of your hair with a smug smile.  “Why thank you, kind sir,” you purred.  “I thought it was inspired.”

Ebenezer chuckled at that.  “You know, I’d forgotten that story,” he remarked as you both pulled up in front of the door to the boys’ room.  “Until now.”  He had a distant, contemplative look in his eyes.

Feeling a bit bold, you reached out and grabbed his hand, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze.  You smiled genuinely at him.  “I’m glad you remembered it, Ebenezer,” you told him.  “The girls enjoyed it and… and so did I.  Truly.”

Ebenezer had looked a bit surprised when you’d taken his hand so suddenly.  Now the surprise was fading back into warmth and affection.  He squeezed your hand back.  “Then I shall strive never to forget it again, Y/N.”  

There was something in his manner; something extremely soft and unknown to you in his voice and gaze; something that warmed your being from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.  For the umpteenth time, your heart fluttered--your breath caught in your throat.  You may not have known what it was, but you knew you never wanted him to stop looking at or talking to you like that.  Could… could he possibly- the thought was dismissed from your mind before it even had time to fully process.  No.  No, it wasn’t that; it wasn’t possible.  Ebenezer saw you as his very dear friend and that was all; he would never look at you or speak to you in a way other than that.  It was just fanciful thinking on your part that that warmth in his manner could be something more.  Merely wishes.  It was simply the merriment of the evening and the excess joy of the children rubbing off on everyone, enhancing every emotion.  It was the spirit of Christmas--that was all.

You shook your head, clearing off the daze.  “Well,” you said, clearing your throat before adding significant volume to your tone so you would be heard through the door, “we’d better go make sure these boys are asleep!”  With that, you, rather reluctantly, let go of Ebenezer’s hand.  And if you weren’t so deadset on Ebenezer seeing you as nothing more than a friend, you could have sworn his release was reluctant as well.

@the-house-of-auditore-frye @oldmanlusting

#scrooge 2022 #ebenezer scrooge #ebenezer scrooge x reader #ebenezer scrooge x you #slow burn #romance #uncle ebenezer #married couple #pining--oh the pining! #children on christmas eve #that one character you KNOW is going to be an absolute little shiester but you'll adore them anyway #babysitting? kind of? #GIRL--HE LIKES YOU--GO FOR IT!!! #Can someone explain to me how to use the gif thing please? It takes forever for me to find anything I want #Youtube

[peachyninjago]

What do you think Movie Harumi's past would be like?

SLAMS FIST ON TABLE. I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS.

but mostly three so I'll explain all the ideas that i have

1. the most accurate to canon: shes a supporter of lord Garmadon. at first, she was one of the few people that liked Lloyd (besides the snf) because of Garmadon being his dad, but she immediately hated him once he was revealed to be the gn and made Garma stop all his villainy and stuff. i dont really use this ver of her mostly bc idk what'd be a good motive for her being a villain?? maybe to match the lighter/goofier tone of tlnm-verse she could be like an evil-ex type character on the surface, but then have some deeper layers underneath?? yeah idk much about this version of her lol

2. i took this one mostly from someone else's au snippets (i forgot who they were but i owe them my life for this headcanon) and its that the SOG is a school gang and Rumi runs it!! yknow that one piece of tlnm art i doodled of her?? this was the version :DD shes mysterious, standoffish, and even a bit creepy, but in actuality shes pretty sweet!! again, dont really know why she'd have a cult following for Garmadon in this, but hey, it gives her a reason to be protective of lloyd!! tldr; local school cryptid girl who might be a witch is very protective of her estranged friend

3. and, last but not least, my 1000% purely self indulgent version of tlnm rumi!!! youre getting an essay for this lol. under the cut because it's VERY LONG. excuse my spelling errors :D

She and lloyd are (adopted) siblings!! her bio parents were nurses on koko's side of the war, getting killed by Garmadons army in the process. Harumi's parents, thinking that they were safe where they were, brought Harumi with them to their designated camp site/zone place. of course, they WERENT safe, but where else were they supposed to leave their daughter??? plus, she was only, like... 1.

After the raid on the camp, when the smoke cleared, only one living being remained; a crying little girl.

Now Lloyd (and yes, i know in tlnm canon koko left with lloyd when he was only a few months old, but this is MY little sandbox and i get to do what i want <3<3. she left with him when he was about 3 here), who was around 2 and a half by now, was currently in Garmadons custody (koko and garma switched custody every week or for plot AND bc that seems like something theyd legitimately do)

When he wandered off from his dad, he stumbled upon her. when garma found him just a few minutes later, playing with this young girl and picking her up like she was family?? he just kinda went 'well sure he can have a sister i guess' and she was just kinda?? adopted??? (your dystopian au rumi 🤝 my tlnm au rumi)

When koko left with lloyd, she TRIED to take harumi with her, but rumi- who only really considered Garmadon and Lloyd as her family- stayed behind with her dad. she doesn't know that he was the root of the cause behind the death of her bio parents (yet)

So, she spends the next few years training under Garmadon, getting stronger, yada yada. fast forward to when she's around 14 and Lloyd's around 16

Its the very first time rumis allowed to go to Ninjago City WITH garma and his generals. she does more damage on her own compared to like. 12 of them combined, so its unsurprising when shes suddenly confronted by a certain green ninja

Now, keep note, these two havent seen eachother in over 10 years. all the memories they have of each other are blurry. of course, they were both in disguises/different outfits (lloyd in his gi, rumi in her S.O.G uniform) so they didn't recognize each other at first. but, after harumis makeup started melting away, and her hair became more frazzled?

Well, lloyd could recognize her from anywhere

He stopped that fight SO FAST. idk if he'd immediately tell her who he is right then and there, but he'd stop fighting her. then, after he got her to listen, he'd pull her to the side and explain everything. including the death of her bio parents, now that she was old enough to understand it

To say Harumi was conflicted was the understatement of the century. Garmadon gave her everything- Literally made her who she is. hes her dad, and she loves him. but could she have been someone- Anyone else if her parents didn't die that day?

Actually, if Lloyd didnt find her, would she have been left to die, too?

the hypothetical conversation back at Garmadon's volcano im imagining in my head for these two rn is heartwrenching (writes that down for my wip folder) BUT it ends in harumi running away. back to the city, back to Lloyd

In all honesty, she doesn't really feel Comfortable or Good Enough to be hanging with lloyd and his friends. (and yes, she knows about the mass bullying on Lloyd, and is a second away from destroying this city herself about it frfr) BUT bc of this, she asks koko (who shes trying to refer to as mom btw) if theres any place she can go. somewhere outside the city, but not too far from the only family she had left

Sadly, Koko didnt have an answer.

But Lloyd did.

And that answer was in a little library right outside of Ninjago City, where the only other family member Harumi hasn't met yet lives :)

tldr, she vibes with morro at his haunted library and visits lloyd every week or so :DD

#ninjago #harumi jade #harumi ninjago #i guess ill make a tag for my tlnm au??? nothing special just #peachs tlnm au #there we go :) #tagging lloyd bc he was mentioned a lot too #lloyd garmadon #lloyd ninjago

[greyeyedmonster-18]

I always figured that their estrangement had a lot to do with the family and their parents. I always thought of Sirius' mom as very controlling. I don't know a lot about the dad but I'm sure he was a lot like their mom. So when Sirius left and was disowned. Regulas had to deal with the aftermath and listen to their mom and family complain about Sirius and how he was a disappointment to the Black family name. Regulas becoming a death eater could've caused more estrangement. But I can't imagine Sirius not trying to be there for his little brother. As best as he can despite the circumstances. He can only do so much and Regulas would also have to try. I also can see Sirius blaming himself along with the family when he found out about Regulas' death.

(literally sorry to all the other asks coming in right now, but im going to slow down answering them to refrain dash clogging) literally the Black Family is one of my favorite things to write about and...I have...pretty extensively and still manage to have words.

Particularly re: sirius's parents. I know Walburga is given more facetime in canon but like...traditionally, Mothers did not Manage Sons. Mothers Managed Daughters. Mothers arranged things socially and "babysat" (though lets be honest, House Elves and private tutors and etc were the babysitters. Walburga was detached and cruel). But I actually think Sirius would've spent more time around his Father because Heir.

and yes. i think disownment was a HUGE THING. because suddenly, Regulus. who got to be the second born boy, had to be THE FIRST BORN and replace Sirius's shoes and those were BIG. and no shade to regulus, none whatsoever, but he's....not Sirius? and as a younger sibling, you spend your entire life trying to NOT BE your older sibling and...here we are.

I can't imagine a world in which Sirius doesn't try at a least a handful of times to get his brother to come to the light. I literally...cannot. Like it was there.

(and did i just write a fic where there is a single conversation between sirius and regulus where regulus admits to writing their parents and being like "....im staying at hogwarts for holidays, why didn't you tell me you literally wrote sirius out of the will, and it wasn't just a dramatic tapestry burning. fuck yall". yes, yes i did)

#asks #grey answers #on siblings

[catigula-cleocatra]

So this has probably been said but.

You’re on Your Own, Kid + Dabi

I know, I know. But just hear me out. I’m aware the first couple verses come across as romantic- sort of like a high school unrequited crush, but I feel like we can also use it in terms of Touya and Endeavor, a child and an estranged parent, instead of a romantic tone. Obviously I’m picking and choosing from the lyrics but, still. I think about a lot of characters from a lot of fandoms when I hear this song and Dabi is definitely one of them. (And shinsou too but that’s another post honestly)

Summer went away Still, the yearning stays I play it cool with the best of them I wait patiently He's gonna notice me It's okay, we're the best of friends Anyway

OkAy so, will I ever get over the fact that touya is perhaps the only one who actually had endeavor’s love and then subsequently lost it? Who actually has memories of when endeavor could have been called a "good dad?" No. Never.

The experiences the todoroki children have are all different but still equally tragic. One’s pain does not lessen the other’s. Fyuumi had been neglected and has eldest daughter syndrome. She had to raise her brothers, practically on her own, and copes by desperately wanting that picture perfect family. Natsuo, also neglected, lost his favorite sibling and had to see the results of training on touya knowing nothing he could do would change it. He has to see it again with Shoto. Shoto was raised as a weapon, a tool, and was isolated. He lost his mother for a while in an excruciatingly painful way. Touya had his fathers love. They were best friends. Touya worshipped his father. The lines, "I wait patiently/he’s gonna notice me/it’s okay we’re the best of friends” hits so hard because he had endeavor's love, his pride, and then, because of his quirk-body incompatabilty, he lost it--he thinks he's lost it to shoto.

I think touya was his dads favorite but that’s not a good or positive thing. I think he’s a favorite in a way that I can’t explain. “You’ve died, you’re not changing, you will always remember me a certain way but I can love on and reframe the story here” kind of way. A “you were my masterpiece and my first born and my best friend and I adored you and then you you weren’t enough so you were a failure” way. A “you became a cross for me to crucify myself on, you made me a martyr” type of way. He was his favorite but that doesn’t mean touya had it easy or that his pains not valid.

(also the fact it can be argued that touya still had his dad's love even after shoto was born, and was his father's favorite--that touya was the one kid endeavor really loved, terribly shown as it was elevates the tragedy here because it does not excuse endeavor's actions--or lack of, in case of fyuumi and natsuo. they were his kids too, and just because he's making amends now does not wash away his role in dabi's spiral)

I didn't choose this town I dream of getting out There's just one who could make me stay

this just pains me because--there were people who couldn't make touya stay. natsuo couldn't. fyuumi couldn't. the "one who could make me stay" was endeavor. he could have, had he just watched touya, had he seen him-but he didn't. maybe he thought it would dissuade touya's goals, but whatever his intentions are, it doesn't matter. touya wanted his dad to see him. and he didn't.

Even worse? maybe they (the rest of the fam) could have been able to make him stay. If they had only listened to and validated him instead of pretending everything was alright.

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes I waited ages to see you there I search the party of better bodies Just to learn that you never cared

just--"better bodies" being bodies more suited for their quirks. bodies that won't burn up under the intesity of their own flames because they were made for ice. "just to learn that you never cared"--touya thinking his body, his "failure" has been abandoned in favor of shoto's strong quirk. just to learn you never cared? touya coming back home after waking up from his coma, just to find that nothing has changed.

I see the great escape So long, Daisy May I picked the petals, he loves me not Something different bloomed Writing in my room I play my songs in the parking lot I'll run away

just--touya coming home and then leaving because nothing changed. "something different bloomed" just--he's been out, probably homeless, and then working jobs for giran, for a while now. and then a few years down the line he starts hearing about "false heroes" and stain. he hears about the lov. he sees a means to an end--he's dying, he knows this, he was never meant to live past a few months when he ran away after his coma, ujiko said so himself, but. the only think keeping him alive is spite and the will to avenge himself, to take down endeavor. he's dying, but he'll take endeavor down with him.

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this I hosted parties and starved my body Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss

literally giving his blood and sweat--and his tears! because he's burned out his tear ducts, he cannot cry anymore, but you can tell. by the brightness of his flames, by his scars, that yes, he's still crying, still screaming, giving everything for this.

The jokes weren't funny, I took the money My friends from home don't know what to say I looked around in a blood-soaked gown And I saw something they can't take away

literally being the number two villain, shiggy's second, doing whatever he can, and then. the video. the reveal. no one knows what to say--a lot of people, they are horrified but not for him, they are horrified of him. endeavor supporters still exist, but he still has done something. he's shaken the public's belief--and maybe it won't be permanent, but he doesn't care. he's killed endeavor. now he just has to kill enji.

You're on your own, kid Yeah, you can face this You're on your own, kid You always have been

just- touya from sekoto peak to the coma of THREE (iirc) YEARS to seeing nothing changed back home to being homeless and doing jobs for giran to the league and caring for them but keeping them at a length in a way because he's not long for this world and he can't get sidetracked--and then losing twice and the league is falling apart and it's him, and endeavor, once more.

#bnha #dabi #todoroki touya #the league of villains #the lov #my hero academia #mha #todoroki enji #endeavor mha #todofam

[figsandphiltatos]

3, 5, 6, 7, 13, 17, 25, 26, 28, 30!!!!!!!!!! or as many as you want i just realized this is a lot of numbers!!!!!!!

3 Biggest self-insert OC?

definitely wes, it's not even a competition. sometimes self insert next gen au ocs for your favorite media can be something soo important to a teenager coping with untreated mental illness. but i also think i project at least a little onto every oc i make. i just think embuing the little guys that live in my head with a bit of my soul makes them more fun, sue me

5 What are some of your OCs biggest fears?

this is a hard question!! i think my ocs are consistently coping with the fear of being unlovable and alone. but also my ocs are very often super afraid of heights, which is definitely projection. wes is afraid of sharks and the ocean in general! that kid grew up near gotham harbor and you wouldn't trust large bodies of water if you'd grown up near that shit either!

6 Do you have any OCs without stories? Will you ever create one for them?

yeah! i have shelves full of ocs that i made in a blind haze and now they sit and collect dust in the broom closet of my mind. and honestly? who knows, but probably not. a bitch can barely write fanfic, not to mention a competent original story

7 What are your favourite relationships between your OCs? (romantic or platonic!)

my favorite relationships are always familial!!! i fucking,,,, LOVE exploring family dynamics in fiction i'm so normal about it. it's why peisistratus has basically the same amount of interaction with his brothers as he does with telemachus in bbyhr (and i think i should get to count AT LEAST echephron as an oc because i showed that man more love that homer ever dreamed of). but!! i had a superhero oc named jaime and their relationship with their dad (xander) was really fun to mess around with! the aforementioned wes has relationships with a lot of canon characters and their relationship with dick is sooo fun to think about (good relationship dynamic to squirm to, even).

i also really like really close friendships! like the kind where two characters just exist as their entire messy selves around each other because they're so close that it doesn't matter. wes was good friends with the xander i mentioned earlier and their dynamic was Ride Or Die, but then when they fought they were absolutely brutal to each other. very sibling-like ig lol

13 Which story has the most lore?

LISTEN i also don't do lore because i'm not a nerd. but if i did lore, it'd be the story that wes comes from. it was technically a dc related universe? i think it could generously be called an au, but it got so out of hand we ended up calling it the councilverse. it had enough of its own lore to justify being a whole ass other world. there were gods and sirens that had insane and deep lore completely unrelated to dc comics. not to mention!!! all the backstory for all the characters (i could not come close to giving an exhaustive list of all the characters. by the end of it there were roughly three or four generations, and three alternate universes within this one overarching concept of the councilverse. she was,,,, messy)

17 What are some tropes and character dynamics found in your wips?

most common character dynamic has to be Messy Family Dynamics. from parental issues to weird estranged siblings vibes, i simply cannot be stopped. swallows in the windless field is playing up the menoetius and patroclus drama, and braved by your hearts resolve is just a love letter to daddy issues lmao. i think i'm a big fan of slowburn tropes like yearning and obliviousness. and the power of friendship? is a trope you'll have to pry from my cold dead hands

25 What’s your favourite genre to write? Is it also your favourite genre to read?

lately i've been REALLY into writing historical fiction. i've enjoyed all the research i've gotten to do for bbyhr. but i also enjoy writing fantasy stuff maybe more! fantasy is by far my favorite thing to read, but i can be picky about historical fiction stuff. i also really like reading superhero stuff, but writing it makes me nervous (i do it for myself but idk that i'd ever publish it for fear of it not being that good and also for fear of dc comics fans [source: i am one and they are scary])

26 What are your favourite books?

i mean,,, i OBVIOUSLY have an unhealthy fixation on the odyssey and the iliad. so, ya know. we are the ants is a book that had a huge impact on me when it came out, it's kinda sci-fi ish but very fun! and i do, i think technically, have to give credit to the song of achilles and circe for being as formative as they were.

i've also been reading A LOT of comics lately because i realized you can get that shit for free on the internet (pls pls pls don't ask why it took 20+ years for me to figure this out i'm just an incredibly lil guy with not a very big brain). so i've recently revisited the red hood and arsenal run that rewrote my brain chemistry as a teenager. but also favorite comics could be a whole other conversation so maybe i should stop there lmao

28 Favourite songs at the moment?

ahh!! i have so many. i've been listening to a LOT of phoebe bridgers and boygenius. so smoke signals and icu are probably two songs that i spend the most time listening to rn.

but also! against the kitchen floor by will wood (i can finally listen to songs OTHER than this one now, though, which is great)

nightstand by dev lemons!! is really good

body to flame by lucy dacus

and!! the kingdom is within you by gang of youths (fun fact: listening to the gang of youths album angel in realtime. and day dreaming about fridging batman for the sake of drama between the robins is a very good pastime)

30 How are you doing? <3

i'm doing good! my birthday was yesterday :3 so that's neat. i am in desperate need of motivation to write (and a cure for the temptation to write jayroy fanfic)

#i did this all on my phone at work ough #ty for the ask!! #my beloved mutual #mines also sooo long so now we're even ig lmao #this is probably mostly nonsense rambling but if you chose to follow me then that's a you problem <3

[self-loving-vampire]

Vent anon here! Thank you, and you may publish this ask if you want, I don't mind

Birth giver accused me of having 'emotional clinging disorder' or whatever bc I told her that the fact I'm like 90% sure I don't feel guilt and that the only things I feel are GOOD, BAD and FEAR after starting the argument bc her [50-60~ yr old] friends were """literally shaking""" after I walked away from them at a party. The same woman who doesn't understand why I don't eat anything she makes anymore after seeing her lack of concern at leaving food on the literal floor and the fact there's dried food on anything she washes like all she did was make the damned dish look at a bottle of dish soap and she leaves moldy limes in the bathroom and watches those fake medicine vids on YouTube and said that onions can absorb viruses from the air despite WORKING FOR THE NHS

Not to mention how she forces me to be religious, and once fucking interrogated me for having a blue ribbon bc """it's a boys colour""" and she's stolen my money on my and my siblings' birthdays before, and takes my shit and waits months before giving it back and once she promised to take me to a councillor like I had asked and she took me to some back alley religious place where some guy spat water on me for 30 mins and never goes shopping and gets mad when I don't share my cooking with her and uses all my stuff and shouts and hits me so now I have a fear of asking for help from anyone. Plus how she's always made fun of my fears despite the fact I can't control them, nevers answers a single fucking question I ask her and goes through my letters and I'm tired. I'm so tired, she acts like this and wonders why her children ditch her at their first chance.

Thanks for listening to my ranting, I wish you a good day and I will return to my eternal emotion of Tired + either being Bored or Entertained

It can be really shocking when people who are supposed to know certain extremely basic things as part of their job or alleged education seem to believe complete nonsense some quack sold them on instead.

I hope you can ditch her as well soon. None of this is okay and she seems to entirely lack self-awareness about her "parenting". This really does seem like the kind of person who ends up bitterly posting on estranged parent forums.

The good news is that I can say from experience that your life becomes better instantly once you cut contact with people like this and then continues improving as time passes and you slowly fix whatever damage they may have inflicted to your brain. Having supportive friends who accept you helps a lot.

#long post

[walks-the-ages]

Since we're talking about C'rizz (not the cat) in this Tumblr tonight:

Like, it's literally been a year or more since I listened to Eight's audios (I need to do a relisten once I'm done with Torchwood! 💙)

But anyways, clearly by the time "Absolution" roller around the general plot had become a trainwreck and none of the writers could decide who or what C'rizz was, giving us the disaster that was Absolution (please, on your next re-listen, take note of the completely dropped "Charley is dreaming all of this while stuck in an alternate dimension inside the Reliquary as a Sacred Trial Eutermesans undergo" plot thread they put in at the beginning of the audio)

Anyways, if you want my Headcanon / Explanation for C'rizz and Absolution:

Eutermesans are mimics. We know this in theory, but it's never really shown to us in practice, but you can pick up from when they still cared about it that Eutermesans are mimics who instinctively pick up traits from the people around them -- and they're a social species, not loners, which means they're constantly surrounded by other Eutermesans...

Who are all mimicking each other, constantly.

"herd mentality" probably doesn't even begin to cover it.

So. Eutermesans are natural mimicks who mimick everyone around them on an unconscious level.

Eutermesans are not meant to be alone.

And C'rizz is now in an entirely alien universe, on his own with only two aliens for steady company, the rest being villains of the week...

Who C'rizz started to unconsciously pick up traits from.

Serial killers, Daleks, and more.

C'rizz, by the tragedy of his sheer aloneness (a solitude no other Eutermesan has ever faced before) .... Didn't just start mimicking Charley (their sibling rivalry) or the Doctor, he was forced to pick up traits and beliefs from the villains as well, all completely on an unconscious level he wasn't even aware of, changing his perceptions and memories and goals the more "corrupted" his "data" became with every close encounter with a villain...

... until we get to the point where C'rizz is convinced that he came to this Universe to kill people and absorb them into himself as a way of "saving" them, even when literally none of that lines up at all with previous audios and characterization and there was zero foreshadowing or thought put into this "Arc"...

( So here I am making one up because I care about consistency and well-written character arcs. )

So yeah. C'rizz, under competent writers who cared, would have had a coherent plot arc of his slow descent into corruption because his species is not meant to be alone and he's as alone as you can possibly get, estranged from his own universe (not just people. Not just planet. Not just galaxy, or dimension-- an entire universe!) by the whim of traveling with the Doctor, and C'rizz has been swept away from anything he has ever known.

C'rizz should have been a tragedy in his slow, inevitable succumbing to an alien universe...

(not a tragedy of bad writing because the writers couldn't decide what to do with him and just killed him off and then had the Doctor apparently genuinely not care about it)

#dw #Doctor Who #Eighth Doctor #Charley Pollard #C'rizz #The Divergent Universe #Doctor Who spoilers #Eighth Doctor Audios #Absolution #Absolution spoilers

[jerseydeanne]

Meghan Markle's estranged sister has begged her to stop 'watching and doing nothing' after their father was rushed for emergency treatment after he suffered a stroke. 

Samantha Markle, 57,  compared her sibling's lack of action to 'elder abuse' after she was accused of failing to contact her since news first broke of Thomas Markle's ailing heath earlier this week.

Retired lighting director Mr Markle, 77, who lives in Rosarito, Mexico, was struck down and lost his speech only a week before he had been due to fly to London for the Queen's Platinum Jubilee celebrations. 

It is not yet known whether Meghan, 40, who is estranged from him, will go to his bedside at a clinic in Chula Vista, California – only a few hours' drive from the home she shares with Prince Harry in Montecito. 

But speaking to GB News's Dan Wootton Tonight, Samantha Markle became emotional as she spoke of Meghan's 'negligence' and accused her of failing to contact the family following her father's stroke.

'He's been through so much,' she explained. 'Two heart attacks, a pandemic and now a stroke. None of us have heard from Meghan - that's negligence.

'If she can't find it in her heart or have the moral conscience to step forward then shame on her. He doesn't have a lot of time. She's going to have to live with that for the rest of her life'. Ms Markle was contacted for comment.

When asked by Dan if she felt Meghan should offer to help with the medical costs moving forward, Samantha said: ‘She sees all of this. I’m getting the feeling that I would be spinning my wheels to try and appeal to her heart now.

'She could have contacted him to work things out at any time and she hasn’t. How can she watch him suffer like this? Who does that?’

Mr Markle's blood pressure had been high in the preceding days, it was said. It means that Mr Markle will miss the celebrations in London just as he missed Meghan's wedding to Harry in 2018 after suffering a heart attack.

Mr Markle, who lives in Rosarito, Mexico, was taken by ambulance across the border to the US at around 9.30pm on Monday.

His son Thomas Jr, 55, was with him and is at the hospital near San Diego, while Samantha was last night said to be flying in from her home in Florida.

In the footage posted online, Mr Markle is seen lying on a stretcher wearing an oxygen mask.

Two paramedics try to lift him while speaking in Spanish and ask him what his name is. Somebody behind the camera responds that his name is Thomas.

Speaking in English, one of the paramedics says: 'I'm going to be your paramedic. You're going to the US.'

Mr Markle was due in London next week and was to have been a guest on TV during coverage of the jubilee celebrations. The trip would have fulfilled his 'long-held wish to visit Windsor Castle', MailOnline's Dan Wootton wrote.

His health, however, seems certain to have dashed that hope, just as it scuppered Mr Markle's plans to walk Meghan down the aisle in 2018 when he was forced to pull out of the ceremony.

He underwent surgery to repair the damage and Prince Charles stood in for him, performing the father of the bride's duties during the wedding service.

Mr Markle has endured a difficult relationship with Meghan and her husband Prince Harry – whom he has previously accused of being 'snotty'.

He and his youngest daughter have not spoken since before the wedding, when they were texting while he lay in bed at the hospital, he has claimed.

According to Mr Markle, at that point they 'pretty much said goodbye' and Harry told him: 'If you had listened to me, this wouldn't have happened to you.'

The Sussexes were said to have been angry at Mr Markle selling photos of himself to a paparazzi agency in the run-up to the wedding.

Last month he announced he was flying to the UK for the royal celebrations and said he wanted to meet Harry and Meghan, who will be attending, along with their son Archie, three, and 11-month-old daughter Lilibet.

Mr Markle said he also wanted to meet Prince Charles and joked that they had both been 'ghosted by our own children'.

Speaking to GB News from his home in Rosarito at the time, Mr Markle said: 'I'm looking forward to it.

'I'm going to show my respect for the Queen and I'm going to make sure that the Queen understands that my entire family respects the Queen and the royals.

'We admire them and we want them to know that's how we feel about them and that's how we feel about England.'

He added that he felt he had a right to meet his grandchildren.

In her interview with Oprah Winfrey in March last year, Meghan talked about the betrayal she felt when it emerged that her father had been working with a photo agency.

She said: 'We called my dad and I asked him [if he talked to the tabloids] and he said 'No, absolutely not' and I said, 'You know the institution has never intervened for anything for us, but they can try to go in and kill this story, but if they do this once we're not going to be able to use that same leverage to protect our own kids one day. I just need you to tell me and if you tell me the truth we can help.' '

According to Meghan, her father 'wasn't able to do that' and she said his refusal to answer was 'so hard for me to reconcile'.

JD: If you haven't been here for the start of this you'll know they would bring Thomas, and Samantha up for sympathy. It was like clockwork.

Forgive me if I'm a non-believer and there isn't a pap standing by waiting for you to be carted away by ambulance. You have to call them.

#Meghan Markle #Thomas Markle #Samantha Markle #Dan Wooten

[clawsbcared-a]

@blossomhcir ASKED: 💗 ❤ 💄( For Dorren! ) 💝💓💌 ( For Dacey! ) 💘🎀 💮( For Wylla! ) 💖 ❣ 🥰( For Warrick! )

💗 - How long does it take your muse to fall in love?

it takes dorren a very short amount of time to fall in lust, but to fall in love takes time, takes a lot of breaking of his walls and mistrust, his own insecurities and anger before he can truly say that he's in love with somebody.

❤ - What's something you feel like your muse needs to work on for a relationship to happen or for a relationship to be healthy? Do you think that's possible? Or is it something that'll likely never happen?

wishful thinking tells me that if dorren were to combat his demons head on, mental and physical, and not simply let them simmer and distract him from his family, then i believe dorren could actually have a healthy and loving relationship with another in some form of au. canonically, i really doubt dorren could be in a healthy relationship as he is all but strung from his dad like the reckless heir he is - plus canonically he is strung up on the wreck of his siblings and the war he's been thrust into, so no time for healthy loving relationships. not in his mind, anyway.

💄 - Is there a past relationship your muse wishes they could have changed?

the mother of his children, whom now resides somewhere within kings landing with his estranged daughters. internally he knows the wreck of not having that guidance from both parents, the beast of a man it turned him into and regrets causing such onto his own children.

💝 - What's their love language?

some may say that physical touch is dacey's love language due to the constance she holds another person by her side, however, the bear maiden is very much a gift giver. if you slowly begin recieving more and more little trinkets and such, well . . . keep an eye out for our little lady.

💓 - What are some signs your muse has fallen for someone?

dacey is fairly soft spoken and will deviate from subject to subject in conversations - one moment speaking of bears to then discussing why silk is better than velvet to singing a tune of lannister lions and ironborn fish. Opening a conversation with dacey will take hours of time due to her thoughts all coming out at once, but you will show one sign of attraction for another person if she listens, like really listens and is able to recount everything at a future moment (something our lovely dacey struggles with). another sign would be eye contact, a woman who fairs more confident by finding interest in anything other than another's gaze will match that of her crush. and a final sign would be gifts, little and simple in their way such as flower crowns or handmade bracelets, nothing extravegant. (i say not extravegant, but she gave the father of arys a dagger engraved with ivy cords on the handle so . . . )

💌 - How would they confess to their love interest? Would they wait on a confession?

my baby girl would not openly confess to the person nor would she wait on a confession, their are only a few ways their love interest would discover. one, dacey would tell her closest confidants; two, if she was not in a lucid state of mind and was distant there is a chance it would slip out; and three, whilst she is sleeps she speaks, a quiet muttering but speaking all the same.

💘 - What traits personality-wise are attractive to your muse?

confidence, not arrogance, but being self aware of your abilities and how to grow further in skill. humour and entertainment of sorts, though she particularly bias to a musician of any kind for she has very little musical talents. humility, being confident is one thing but also having that sense of humility to bring yourself down if you get too big for your boots.

🎀 - Do they aim to impress their partner often? If they do, how so?

not conciously. wylla has always been that of an impulsive pleaser, trying to gain affection and approval in all ways possible - from handicrafts to archery. she'd work harder in training around them, she'd eat politely, she'd curse less and yes, you may even see her in a dress and not trousers.

💮 - Is your muse the possessive or super jealous type?

oh for sure, have you seen this girl with her family??? nevermind her romantic partner, fuck. she would definitely be possessive and jealous.

💖 - What traits does your muse find physically attractive?

he doesn't have a preference for body type, but he does love a little show of any toned muscle or curves on everyone. he's a big sucker for redheads and brunettes, and freckles? don't get him started, he'll map the stars out with them guys. this one is a bit stranger, but worked hands? warrick likes hands with a bit of toughness too them, callous' and strength.

❣ - Are they secretive about their romantic relationships or do they not stop talking about it?

oh no no, warrick will sing it to the world, he is a big open book, my boy is. he's proud of who he is, though a little deflated in kings landing, he still knows who he is and who he loves.

🥰 - Is your muse good at telling when others have feelings for them?

oh god no, poor warrick is not only an open book, but he's also as clueless as an empty one. you try openly and very confidently flirting with him, he'll show you a cool scar he got when he was seven when wylla pushed him into the stables and he fell on a horseshoe.

#blossomhcir #ooc / answer. #i don't talk much about dorren's kids and i feel like i need to a bit more #muse / dorren mormont. #muse / dacey mormont. #muse / wylla mormont. #we all knew wylla would be the possessive type #muse / warrick snow.