#lizzy stride

[garrandia]

heiiii @lexsnotdead that for @dishonoredgiftexchange promt - imagine how powerful billie and lizzie would be together if they met. i'll leave it at that (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

#dishonored #billie lurk #Lizzy stride #Dishonored gift exchange #girls go woosh #can't do background for life sori

[stealingpotatoes]

@dishonoredgiftexchange gift for @br44n!!! the prompt was pirates of the isles sooooo.... pirate au!!!!!!!!!!

#corvo attano #emily kaldwin #daud dishonored #daud #billie lurk #jessamine kaldwin #the outsider #farley havelock #samuel beechworth #lizzy stride #dishonored #dishonored gift exchange

[alphagravy]

#lizzy stride #dishonored #the brigmore witches #gravyshot

[lexsnotdead]

hi :3 can you draw billie lurk? or maybe daud. your choice <3

sorry for turning your request into my rarepair. i just think they're neat

#if u ever see daud on my blog it means i'm either hacked or dead. no other option #i would die for billie tho #dishonored #billie lurk #lizzy stride #billie lurk/lizzy stride #mine #ask

[void-damned]

My Dishonored Winter Feast (@dishonoredgiftexchange) gift for Eva (@vilecrocodile) trying to mash up as many prompts together as possible. Hope you and the rest of this story's readers enjoy this pure chaos and improv :)

Cathedral With No Gods

Working or alternative title: pass me the knife (and i'll eat you alive) Rating: M Word Count: 46,095 Warnings: Canon-typical Violence, Temporary Character Death, Graphic Descriptions of Gore

Pairings: Billie Lurk/ Emily Kaldwin (main), Mindy Blanchard/Lizzy Stride

Dozens of leaflets crowd Emily's vision and cold sweat runs down her back - a face that belongs to her but is not hers stares right back at her, looking through her. She recognises a shadow of herself pressing a knife into an innocent man's throat but knows that it is not her hand that drove it in.

If she is in Dunwall—with everyone's eyes on her at all times—then who is the person murdering civilians in Karnaca, and why do people believe it could be her?

When the Empress' face is stolen, she embarks on a journey back to her father's homeland to clean her name and take back what's hers.

(Special 'Thank you' goes to Light (@no-light-left-on) for having to endure my whining, and Control (@uncontrol-freak) for getting their own share of it and for proofreading this monstrous thing! :D)

#it is DONE #I have only gone a little insane but that is okay #hope everyone will enjoy #:D #dishonored gift exchange #dishonored winter feast #dishonored winter feast 2023 #emily kaldwin #the outsider #billie lurk #lizzy stride #mindy blanchard #dh #dishonored #billie/emily #mindy/lizzy

[azucarera-art]

person: "uhm your fave is problematic—"

me: "damn right they are."

#hawkeye pierce #bj hunnicutt #charles emerson winchester iii #henry blake #corvo attano #daud #delilah copperspoon #lizzy stride #altair al-badawi #nasir ghameq #fang runin #yin nezha #altan trengsin #alma madrigal

[mozzarellamint]

bitey :)

#dishonored #lizzy stride #my art #somehow havent drawn her until now

[first-stricture]

The incarcerated Lizzy Stride

#brigmore witches #1837 #coldridge prison #pillory #lizzy stride #portrait #interior #the dead eels

[crescentfool]

🌊🌸

#persona 3 #minato arisato #makoto yuki #lizzy does art #a brief break from the oc rainbow stuff. i present a minato to soothe everyone's souls. he is my favorite ever!!! #i'm so so happy to be drawing him again you have no idea #i've found my mojo again!!! rahh!!! my drive to create!! you're back!! i missed you!! and i will take you in stride!! #truly minato will always be such a comfort to draw he's like my favorite protagonist in anything ever he's just so!! #wahhhh i love him... #i realized a few days ago that i keep making sketches that i dont bother to color even if they're niceys #and im like damn dude wtf. let's go color these!!! #so there may be a bit more art than usual because HNNGH I MISS COLORING. i am going to drown you all in art 😈 #anyways happy friday! congratulations everyone. you made it to the end of the week. give urself a pat on the back!! woo!! yeah!!!

[torntruth]

while lizzy filed her teeth because she had a very vicious life and had to protect herself so many fucking times in order to find some resemblance of a life outside of survival and that's always the main reason she did so -- i'd also like to add that she probably thought she'd never get a chance to be soft again or ever have a relationship of some kind. all of her flings were to a) get money or finish a job somehow and b) never once involved kissing. so honestly working around the extremely sharp teeth is like a monster fucker concept, so shoutout to mostly jaina who just doesn't give a shit.

#[ ch. ] 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 — lizzy stride. #jaina tag pending

[fayithseeds]

They put nails in my feet and said I was holy. So, I dug my fingernails into their eyes and screamed. Make no mistake, I am not here to serve you.

a 23 year old me wrote this on their facebook page in quotations and i have no idea where it’s from. 

#ch: kristen durus. #ch: lizzy stride #ch: chloe price. #ch: clara garcia #ch: faith seed #ch: boss

[stealingpotatoes]

some of the lesser npc swaps in the dh roleswap au!!! when i say everyone gets swapped, i mean EVERYONE

(commission info // kofi)

#dishonored #dh roleswap au #granny rags #the outsider #lizzy stride #slackjaw #arnold timsh #thalia timsh #adelle white #jack ramsey #montgomery shaw #miss white dishonored #miss white #my doods

[lizzy-bonnet]

I love Jane Austen's work and I love podcasts, so naturally I follow several JA podcasts (please drop recs in the tags). I'm enjoying Live from Pemberley from Hot and Bothered, but a comment from literally the first episode of the series has been circulating in my brain since I listened to it several months ago: one of the hosts expressed surprise (and disappointment?) in the fact that when we first meet Lizzy, she is "employed in trimming a hat". This comment literally comes right after a conversation about how Austen tells us so much in the very short space of Chapter 1; without wasting any words, we know exactly who Mr. and Mrs. Bennet are (lightly toxic relationship), understand their family situation (need to marry well), meet the main driver of the first act (rich man in the neighbourhood), and understand a social dilemma (girls can't meet him if Mr. Bennet does not make the first overture). So what is Austen telling us when we meet Lizzy in the employment of trimming a hat?

We so often read a sort of modern girlboss feminism into Lizzy because she is smart and stands up for herself, but I think that's something that really gets embroidered on to the text. Lizzy trimming a bonnet is telling us several things about her:

She is frugal - new hats and bonnets are really expensive (my casual hobby is shopping for reproduction bonnets and this remains true), because the straw is braided by hand, the bonnet shape is assembled and blocked by hand, feathers have to be gathered from real (living or dead) birds, ribbons and flowers are hand-finished, the whole situation is fuck expensive. Lizzy is most likely putting new trim on a straw or wool bonnet she already owns to make it work better for this season's fashions, or a new dress, and possibly recycling trimmings from other hats. Contrast this with Lydia's spending all her pocket money on an ugly hat in Chapter 39, just so she can reduce it to parts, even though she acknowledges she'll also have to buy some extra satin too, to finish the project.

She cares about fashion - we don't get a lot of information on sartorial choices in Austen's work, and when characters are discussing fashion, it tends to be a framework for explaining something about their characters; Miss Steele's need to know how much Marianne's dresses cost (rude, crass); Mrs. Bennet's loving description of the lace on Mrs. Hurst's gown (shallow); Catherine Moreland's agonizing over what to wear to the Assembly (young, a bit flighty); Bingley wears a blue coat (has probably read The Sorrows of Young Werther, is fashionable). The fact that Lizzy is trimming a hat tells us she is fashionable, but paired with the fact that she will get a petticoat muddy in order to see her sister, and does not spend a lot of time worrying after fashion like Lydia tells us that she does not live and die on fashion.

She is creative - I've trimmed various hats and bonnets over my years of interest in historical fashion and honestly it's not easy. It's quite fiddly to get a nice ribbon edge, a ruched lining takes forever, and getting sprays of florals and feathers to be nicely shaped and all in a complementary palette is quite fussy. Getting a nice looking bonnet requires some thinking and planning. But it's also great fun! The Regency era is, in my opinion, a particularly good period for hats.

She is normal - I think Austen wants the reader to understand that Lizzy is a young woman with normal cares and concerns. She doesn't have cash for a new bonnet, she wants to look nice, she knows how to put an outfit together, she's not frivolous like her sisters, and she engages in the typical pursuits of someone who is not yet one and twenty who does not have a specific occupation.

A lot of modern readers are expecting Lizzy to be striding around the countryside unconcerned with "girly" things, or reading a clever book because we have come to think of her as proto-feminist in a way that suggests she might be a bra (corset) burner, but I think that comes from an outdated feminist lens that still wants to tell us that girly things are bad, or at least, a bit weak, and I don't see that in the text at all (I think some of this trickles over from the adaptations). Lizzy walks enthusiastically, she enjoys reading (but not to the exclusion of other employments), she dances very well and plays with mediocrity, she cares deeply about her friends and family, she has excellent manners, and dammit, she trims hats.

#jane austen #pride and prejudice #lizzy bennet #regency fashion #bonnets #characterization

[geeky-politics-46]

Kinktober 2023 - Day 12

Titty Fucking with Arthur Shelby

"Pearl Necklace"

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Summary: You & Arthur have another afternoon romp in his office

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - adultery/extra-marital affair, jealousy, swearing, pet names, marking, oral sex, titty fucking, handjob, cumplay, pearl necklace, almost facial, little bit of fluff

After that first night you crossed the line, you and Arthur continued your affair with little guilt from either of you. Yes, he was still technically married to Linda; but emotionally and mentally, he was all yours. To the world, you were his in all possible aspects after that night. Something that soon spread to those in the office as well as those throughout Birmingham, and you are sure, got back to his wife as well.

Not that she could really have treated you any worse than she did before your affair started. If anything, Linda's abuse and vitriol towards you had lessened since your real affair began. She knew she had lost the battle that she had created in her own mind. That much was evident by the locket Arthur bought you with both of your initials on it. It was a promise that when business settled down, when the stock market fallout was done, he would leave Linda and make an honest woman out of you. Assuming she didn't divorce him first. He had contacts who told him she had been trying to find a lawyer for a while.

His family pretty much all knew about the two of you, and most of them were supportive. Tommy especially. Which was no surprise, really, knowing his dislike of Linda and preference towards you. He would often say he was sending Arthur out of town for business only to send the two of you to spend a few days locked in a suite at the Midland Hotel together instead. Polly and Lizzie were a little more critical that you two weren't doing more to hide your affair and keep it out of the office. Both metaphorically and literally.

Arthur's office itself still being one of the main sites of your romps. Even now, as Arthur called you into his office, you couldn't help the smile on your face. Your stride became all the more confident as other employees started to move towards the front door. None of them frankly wanting to hear you two fucking again.

"Yes, Mr. Shelby."

You used your sweetest voice as you walked in and shut the door behind you, not even bothering to throw the lock. If someone walked in, it was their own fault. You and Arthur loved playing cat and mouse at the office. A lopsided grin on his lips and a predatory glint in his eyes as you sashayed over to where he sat. An extra sway in your hips as you undid a couple extra buttons on your blouse. Making sure he would get an eyeful of your breasts and peek at your bra, his favorite mauve silk one, when you bent down over his desk.

He immediately grabbed your hand and pulled you to sit in his lap. His face immediately buried in your neck, sucking and kissing at your throat. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hummed happily. Closing your eyes and focusing on the feeling of his lips on you.

"Apparently, you left some impressive scratch marks on my back a couple nights ago, love. Didn't even bother making up a lie to Linda when she saw them. Just shrugged. Don't fucking care anymore. Love it when you leave your mark on me, darlin’. Can't wait until I can openly tell everyone you're mine."

His fingers playing with the locket around your neck as he daydreamed about fucking you silly in your wedding dress. He had already removed his wedding ring. He only put it on anymore when he went home to Linda. He hated seeing it and knowing that it meant he wasn't married to you. That he still had to deal with her bullshit.

You could already feel his cock hardening beneath your ass. Letting your hips wiggle against him just a little to let him know you could feel it. He growled low in your ear nipping at the spot just below your ear.

"Well, Mr. Shelby, I did just touch up my lipstick, so how about I leave a new mark or two? Maybe here…"

You tilted his head up and to the side, placing a kiss on his neck. Pulling back to see the red lipstick print you left behind.

"... and here…"

This time, you placed a kiss on the other side of his neck. This time, making sure you placed it low enough on his neck to leave lipstick on his collar. Smiling at the way the bright shade popped against the starched white fabric.

You slithered out of his lap onto the floor in front of him. Your body poised between his legs. Keeping your eyes on his as you opened his waistcoat before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Opening them enough to expose the crotch of his white boxer shorts. Lowering your head until your lips were hovering just over the tent there.

"... and here."

You couldn't hold back a little giggle when you saw your lipstick print over his cock. Oh yes. This was the perfect little 'fuck you' to Linda. Maybe if you made her mad enough she would just leave on her own already. At this point all three of you knew she was staying merely out of spite.

"Fuck, angel. So good to me. Now quit that Mr. Shelby bullshit. At least until I can call you Mrs. Shelby. Besides you know I love hearing you scream my name when we fuck."

You raised up on your knees and drug your hands up over his muscular thighs onto his abdomen. Pulling at his suspenders as you tugged his head down to meet your lips. Nipping at his bottom lip before pulling away just far enough to whisper against his skin. His mustache tickling you lightly as you spoke.

"I want to make you scream my name right now, Arthur. You can make me scream later tonight."

Placing one more kiss on his lips, you pulled away and started working to undo his suspenders from his pants. Wiggling your behind excitedly once you had them undone and could start pulling his pants and boxers down to his knees. A smirk on his face at how exuberant you were to suck him off. He would happily return the favor later.

His cock springing free of it's confines as you settled back down onto your heels. Smiling up at him as you began peppering his inner thighs with lipstick tinted kisses. An almost lovesick look in Arthur's eyes as he watched you. His sweet little angel could be oh so devilish.

“Fuck, love. I can tell you right now I'm not gonna last long. Look so fucking pretty on your knees for me.”

With your most innocent eyes you started to kitten lick the tip of his cock. Lapping at it several times before licking your lips and fluttering your lashes at him. Humming to yourself like he was the most delicious treat you had ever tasted. Thoroughly pleased with your work when you opened your eyes and saw Arthur's mouth hanging open looking totally hypnotized. The lanky gangster may be feared by most of Birmingham, but you had him wrapped around your little finger.

“Love you, Arthur”

“Love you too, sw– ohhhhh”

Before Arthur could finish his sentence you lowered your head and took his cock as deep as you could. His words halting and giving way to needy groan. His head falling back and his eyes closing as you started to shallowly bob up and down on his shaft. Keeping your suction consistent until you decided to pull all the way off his cock with a loud pop.

You began to suckle on the head of his cock as you brought one hand up to stroke his hard length. Purposely licking over his slit and tasting his precum on your tongue. You loved getting a taste of what was now reserved just for you. Purring as you swirled your tongue around his ridge. Letting your saliva drip down his shaft and onto his balls.

Turning to look at the clock over your shoulder quickly while you moved to massage his balls, you realized just how soon Tommy was due to be back in the office. You needed to work fast if you wanted to finish Arthur off before you were inevitably interrupted. A wicked little plan forming in your mind.

Smiling sweetly up at him, you placed open mouth sucking kisses up and down his throbbing length. Your fingers nimbly working to open your blouse even more to completely reveal your chest. Your eyes locked with Arthur's as you pulled the cups of your bra down and let your breasts spill free.

After leaning over and spitting on the tip, you started stroking his cock with both hands. Twisting them in opposite directions on your upstroke. Making sure his cock was thoroughly soaked.

Once you were satisfied you suckled on his swollen head once more. Sucking as hard as you could while your tongue flicked at his frenulum. Pulling off of his cock after earning a shallow buck from Arthur's hips. You knew he was getting close.

Bracing yourself on his strong thighs, you scooted as close to the chair as you could. Letting the head of Arthur's cock rub against your chest. Painting a dribble of precum right next to the locket that bore both of your initials.

Arthur's eyebrow quirked up in question of what you were up to. His curiosity growing when you moved the locket over your shoulder so it was out of the way and brought your hands to your breasts and started toying with your nipples. Spitting onto his cock again as you positioned his manhood between your tits and squeezed them together.

Slowly starting to move up and down you smiled deviously as you saw the light bulb click on in Arthur's brain, finally realizing that you wanted him to fuck your tits. Excitedly he brushed his hands over your cheeks and down onto your shoulders as he gently started to thrust his hips.

“Oh, such a naughty mind you have, lovey. Gonna be wearing my cum the rest of the day.”

“Maybe that's what I want. I marked you, now I want you to mark me, Arthur.”

The visual of his cock squeezed between your beautiful breasts was quickly pushing Arthur to the edge. His thrusts growing faster and harder by the second. His teeth gritting together and a growl coming from deep in his chest when you stuck out your tongue so you could lick at the tip of his cock when it peaked up between your breasts.

His breathing started to fall in heavy shaky blows as he struggled to keep any sense of composure. He looked truly wrecked as you gazed up at him through your lashes. His brown hair falling forward over his face, his mouth hanging open, and desperately trying to keep his eyes on the erotic sight of you before him.

“Oh, fuck love, gonna cum! So fuckin’ good to me. Feels so fuckin’ good! Keep your tongue out darlin’. Here it comes!”

A deep growl and a moan falling from Arthur's lips as his hips stuttered and his fingers dug into your shoulders so hard they were sure to leave bruises. His cock twitching as his cum erupted onto your chest, neck, and chin. The warmth of his thick white spend making you shiver against the cool air in the office.

You couldn't help but giggle at Arthur as he fell back exhausted into his chair. Desperately trying to catch his breath. Leaning forward and placing a few more kitten licks on his softening cock and his thighs before pulling up and refastening his boxers, and lovingly caressing his thighs. Comforting your contented lover.

Suddenly, the door quickly swung open and in stepped Arthur's brother, Tommy. He, in particular, seemed to have a knack at knowing the worst possible times to appear. Startling both you and poor Arthur out of his post-orgasm haze. Arthur immediately moved to sit up and pretend you hadn't both been caught.

As soon as he saw you on your knees and his brother's pants undone, Tommy essentially knew what he had walked in on. He was relieved to see that at least it appeared he missed the main event. He plucked the cigarette from between his lips, addressing both of you nonchalantly before leaving just as quickly as he had entered. His face was unchanged the entire time.

“Clean up. Both of you. Family meeting in five minutes.”

Your cheeks had turned beet red in embarrassment. Unsure of whether Tommy had been able to see your bare breasts or that your chest and neck were coated in Arthur's cum. Suddenly second guessing your decision not to lock the office door after all.

Arthur pulled you up into his lap and started cleaning you up with his handkerchief and laughing at your sheepish expression. He placed a sweet kiss on your lips as he finished wiping you down. He fixed your bra and straightened out your locket, kissing you more deeply before reassuring you his brother wouldn't give you trouble.

“Don't worry, sweetheart. If Tom says anything, I'll just say that he hasn't paid me enough to buy you a proper pearl necklace, so we improvised.”

You threw your head down into his neck and burrowed into his arms even farther in embarrassment. Arthur's arms holding onto you as tight as he could, laughing even louder when he felt you starting to giggle too and placing kisses into your hair. Both of you were aware that even if Tommy didn’t say anything at the very least, John would enjoy giving both of you hell.

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#arthur shelby #arthur shelby x reader #arthur shelby x y/n #arthur shelby x you #arthur shelby smut #peaky blinders #arthur shelby x oc #peaky fucking blinders #peaky fookin blinders #peaky blinders smut #peaky blinders imagine #arthur shelby imagine #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #paul anderson #linda shelby #peaky blinders x reader #arthur shelby fanfic #arthur shelby fluff #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fluff #peaky blinders x y/n #peaky blinders x you #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #arthur shelby fic #peaky blinder smut #arthur and linda shelby #peaky blinders fanfiction #arthur shelby fanfiction

[trans-corvo]

What your favourite Dishonored character says about you

Corvo Attano: You understand - I mean REALLY understand - the meaning of the term “DILF”. Alternatively, you’re a lesbian who doesn’t get along with your father.

Emily Kaldwin: You have childhood trauma :/

Daud: You enjoy a good tragedy. Alternatively, you think gruff, miserable old men with facial scars are hot. 

Billie Lurk: You’re a communist.

The Outsider: You had a pretty intense emo phase in middle school.

Jessamine Kaldwin: You write a lot of meta.

Samuel Beechworth: You cant pick the mean dialogue options in games because it makes you feel bad :(

Teague Martin: You read a lot of fanfic and probably have a priest kink.

Treavor Pendleton: You like your men trembling and pathetic.

Granny Rags: Gone Girl fan

Geoff Curnow: You fantasize about normalcy

Delilah Copperspoon: While you are aware that it can be harmful, you are nonetheless an enjoyer of the ‘evil bisexual’ trope.

Lizzy Stride: You are a lesbian.

Alexandria Hypatia: That ‘aren’t you tired of being nice? don’t you just want to go apeshit?’ post really resonated with you.

Kirin Jindosh: You have at one point used the phrase “my poor little meow-meow”.

Breanna Ashworth: You would, if given the chance, absolutely have given up everything to join a coven of evil witches.

Paolo: Pedro Pascal fan.

Aramis Stilton: You’re tired of gay men always being depicted as pretty twinks in their twenties.

#dishonored

[sometimes-rendog]

day 30, hermittober: moon! i saw an opportunity to draw fairydog & took it in STRIDE

closeups under cut

ik lizzie isnt a hermit but she IS an esmp silly so IDC!!! im supplying the world w/ fairydog crumbs let me have my fun

#sometimesrd #renthedog #rendog #rendog fanart #lizzie ldshadowlady #ldshadowlady #ldshadowlady fanart #fairydog #fairy fort #last life #hermittober