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yourlocaltrashpandaxoxo · 1 year

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Don’t Cry, Snow Woman (TW: ABUSE, ASSAULT, MENTION OF MISCARRIAGE)

*BANG* Heavy footsteps echoed throughout the locker room as a slightly distraught looking Celeste paced back and forth. She tried to keep her usual cold expression but inside she felt weak. Weak, weak, weak.... The word replayed in her head as she thought about what just happened earlier. A group of boxers had been cutting into her about the ‘throat punch incident’ as it was now known as, some even had the guts to call her an abuser. “I-I’m not abusive... It was a heat of the moment decision... I’m not proud of it, but what can I do about it now!?” She called out to herself, her pace quickening by the second. A couple made snide remarks about using ‘daddy’s money’ to get in. How could they be so ignorant to the truth? “The gall of them to assume that I needed my father’s wealth to maintain this career...” She mumbled. She slammed into a locker furiously with her fist. “I made it all from the ground up! All he did was make me tougher thanks to his ‘training’...” She growled, thumping the locker once again. She froze to the spot as their words played over and over again. “You sicken me, Celeste.... You horrid old harpy” “Ya think dat ya pa’s cash is gonna keep ya here? Yer a fuckin’ pathetic witch!” “Your father must be very proud of his little girl. Oh wait, he despises you. Not surprised, who’d want such a monsterous woman for a daughter” “Stop it.... Stop it...” She shuddered, clutching her ears as if they were actually there shouting in her face. “You horrible, horrible woman! Vhatever coms your vay is vell deserved!” “Think you can get away with being an abusive lover? I fear for that toyboy of yours” “How about you use daddy’s money to buy a functioning heart?” “Shut up... Shut up... SHUT UP ALL OF YOU!” Celeste bellowed, slamming her fists into the locker once more. She collapsed in a heap on the floor, shaking as tears streamed down her face. If only they knew... Maybe then they’d understand. No, they wouldn’t... Everybody thought she was just a heartless monster... “Dear me... That face is a fright... And you call yourself a powerful lady?” said a voice. Celeste looked up. An equally frosty woman glared down at her. It was Greta Winters, the grouchy old receptionist that had a grudge against everybody who even looked at her. She shook her head and tutted. “How can such empty insults harm such a strong woman? Perhaps there is some old wounds that need tending to?” she remarked. “What do you want?” Celeste demanded, icily, “Come to mock me? Humiliate me? Well go ahead... I don’t care anymore...” Greta sighed and sat down on a stool beside her. “Why do you say that? What makes you think I don’t care?” She asked. Celeste looked at her, confused. Was this the same Winters who always had a snarl and a nasty remark for everybody? “You...” She began to say. Greta hushed her and chuckled. “I know what they think of me. And, frankly, they’re all ignorant fools...” She grumbled. She noticed a small cluster of scars on Celeste’s arm. Celeste’s eyes followed hers. Her expression dropped further as she tried to conceal them under her coat. “No, let me see” Greta ordered, gently but firmly taking hold of her arm. Celeste snorted. “Is this a therapy session? If you’re trying to get dirt on me just stop...” She stubbornly pried off Greta’s hand. Greta shook her head but didn’t bother trying again. She tapped her cane on the floor while humming a tune. “Tell me, Morozov” She suddenly said “Do you care for your family?” “Who is there to care about?” Celeste growled “My mother has long since passed and my father is a wicked man... There are only so many punishments you can give to a child who was raised in the cold Russian tundras...” Greta listened on intently. “That makes two of us then...” She sighed “Both of mine had.... different methods of punishment. They wanted the perfect military child to live out their dreams. I was smacked, beaten, whipped... Hell, they threw me into a closet for weeks on end.” She pulled up her sleeves to reveal several scars and burn marks on her wrists and arms. “Though, the worst came from my pig of an ex-husband...” She exposed a small portion of her right hip only to reveal a horrid looking burn mark. Celeste couldn’t help but gasp a little. “A whip... He was a vile man, everything he said to me was to break me down or manipulate me into sex” she scowled “And they have the audacity to call you an abuser” Celeste looked shocked. “You... heard all of that?” she stammered. “Indeed my dear, the threat of my cane was enough to make them scatter though” Greta said. She wrapped a tender arm around Celeste. Celeste wanted to push her off but she couldn’t... She felt... loved. Not the type of love she got from Sylvain. It was like... maternal love. “Someone like you would have made a great mother” she remarked, leaning against her. Greta flinched at those words and looked down at her stomach. “I would have been... But I never got to experience the joys of motherhood...” she mumbled “I had one on the way... A little girl. But she passed before birth...” Silent tears began to run down her face. “I... I’m so sorry for your loss...” Celeste sighed. “I should say the same about your mother, Morozov” Greta said “A girl’s best place is beside her mother... You know, I always thought of you as a daughter” Celeste was shell-shocked at this. Tears began running down her face once again. Greta put her cane aside and hugged her tight. Celeste tried to pull away at first but finally gave in. She began to sob loudly, the first time she had done so in so long. “It’s ok, I am here for you...” Greta soothed, rubbing her back and cradling her. She winced a bit as the woman’s grip on her tightened. “Ah... be careful my dear...” she urged. She reached for her cane to steady herself. “I’m sorry...” Celeste mumbled, pulling herself away. Her make-up was smeared, her eyes were bloodshot and watery. Greta tutted and pulled a tissue out from her pocket. “Look at you, you poor thing...” she sighed, wiping away the smears and smudges. “Enough, I can do it myself!” Celeste grumbled, rubbing the last few bits away with her sleeve. She didn’t care about that for now, she’d finally found someone who cared for her. “Watch your tone madam, I might be 62 but I can easily beat you in a boxing match still!” Greta smirked. Celeste chuckled too. “Thank you for talking with me, Winters” she beamed. “Please my dear, we’re practically family now” Greta smiled “Call me Greta, and I shall now address you as Celeste.” “Actually, could you call me Natalya?” Celeste asked “That’s my true name” Greta nodded. “Anything you need, Natalya, you come straight to me” she said. She dug though her pockets again and pulled out a small white-gold ring decorated with a snowflake. “I was going to give this to my daughter when she got older, I want you to have this now” she smiled, placing it on Celeste’s finger. “What? No, I can’t take this... It’s too precious...” Celeste insisted. Greta shook her head. “It is yours now” she smiled, getting up from her seat “Now you take care of yourself, I’m by the desk if you need me” she waved goodbye and ambled off. Celeste looked down at the ring as a faint smile creeped up on her lips. “Спасибо, мама“ (Thank you, Mother).

#celeste #greta astrid winters #oc fic #punch out fic #punch out oc #(THAW THE ICE QUEENS!)#(Mama greta and daughter celeste)#(I'VE MADE THEM NICE WTF!?)

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autisbianleo · 1 year

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it’s so funny how so many fan versions of Rise Venus are these hardened badasses and then mine is just

#like ig bc everyone makes her big mama’s assistant but i have a different vision #she’s very baby #ooze is thicker than blood #venus de milo #astrid speaks #rise venus

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dragonnnfly · 10 months

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Astrid: Mama didn’t raise no bitch, we keep going

Fishlegs: No no, Mama raised a bitch, let’s go

Hiccup: Mama didn’t raise nobody actually, Mama was absent

#httyd #how to train your dragon #hiccup #rtte #race to the edge #incorrect httyd quotes #incorrect rtte quotes #astrid #fishlegs #httyd 2 #1k notes #2k notes

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thelov3lybookworm · 7 months

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I’ve been loving Lucien lately too! I have a request but I’m not sure how to word it so I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense. 😅

The reader and Lucien have a child. The reader is from the night court (possibly Rhys’ sister) and is away. Lucien panics through the bond because the child has suddenly developed night court powers and he doesn’t know what to do. Like maybe they keep making themself disappear into darkness or something. 😂

Dreams and screams.

Summary: Y/n's mate is about to have a panic attack due to their daughter creating chaos.

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A/n: it does make sense, don't worry darling. Also, I love your brain so much for this brilliant idea, I adore the idea so much 😏❣️Also, this has no right to be this funny😂. Oh poor Lucien 💀

Also, I was thinking of posting a sneak peek, but the fic was done, and I didn't want to keep anyone waiting, so here it is.

Enjoy! ❣️

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A wave of panic slammed into Y/n from the other side of the bond, making her suck in a sharp breath.

What the hell?

Her brother looked up from stirring his cup of tea, his mouth open mid sentence. He frowned.

"You okay?"

"I don't know–" She cut off as a relief emanated from the other side of the golden string connecting her to her mate.

Rhys nodded solemnly. "Makes sense." And then the bastard went right back to stirring his tea.

She gaped at him. "You– piece of–" Another wave of panic made her gasp, and she was stopped from the pleasure of calling him a very inappropriate name.

He grinned, glancing at her. "Is it Lucien?"

She nodded, rubbing at her chest, feeling a little relaxed before panic again gripped her.

What the hell is going on?

"He seems panicked."

Rhys furrowed his brows. "Do you think it's something about Astrid?"

"It could be." While they spoke, the sudden bursts of panic and relief continued.

"Are you going then?" He asked as she stood up. She nodded. He pouted but she simply kissed his cheek, hoping to get back to Day Court. He stood too before placing a peck on her forehead, pulling her in for a hug and squeezing her tightly.

"We'll meet soon. I'm so sorry." He shook his head, letting her know it was alright as she sprinted out the door.

Y/n had been visiting her brother for their monthly family meeting, where she spent some time alone with Rhys before Lucien, with their daughter Astrid and the inner circle joined them for dinner. Lucien had a lot of work to do, hence he only joined them for dinner, and her daughter, being her father's daughter, was always stuck to his side, wherever he went, even tagging along to court meetings.

Y/n didn't mind.

She rushed through the gates of the Palace in Day court, only able to winnow in front of them due to the wards around the place.

All the time that she was trying to get to her chambers as fast as possible, she continued to wonder what might be going on. The Royal chambers, where she and her mate lived with their daughter, was just a huge room with different rooms attached. One was their daughters room, one for the two of them, a library and an office for Lucien.

She opened the door to her daughter's room, poking her head in.

There she found the father and daughter in the middle of what she could only describe as chaos. The state of the room almost gave her a panic attack.

Astrid seemed to be crying as Lucien crouched in front of her, gripping her face in his large hands as he tried to calm her down.

At the sound of the door opening, Lucien glanced up, a relieved expression crossing his face. Astrid also noticed, and she started crying again, running up to Y/n as she stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind her.

"Mama–" Astrid hiccuped, clinging to the front of Y/n's dress. "I am a very bad girl." She continued sobbing.

Saying Y/n was confused would be an understatement.

"Why would you say that?" Y/n glanced up at Lucien, who sighed.

"She seems to have inherited your daemati powers, as well as winnowing."

Y/n grinned, a sudden feeling of happiness and pride spreading through her for her daughter. But she needed to calm Astrid first before she thought more about it.

"How does that make you a bad girl my love?" She questioned, trying to get out of Astrid's grip so she could pick the four year old. But children seemed to have the best grip, as Astrid didn't budge.

"I hurt daddy!" She wailed, clinging harder onto Y/n's skirts.

Y/n looked at Lucien questioningly, and he shook his head slightly.

He walked forward, caressing Astrid's head and pressing a kiss to his mate's cheek before whispering in her ear. "She's been winnowing random objects and her toys around the room without noticing it, and one of her toys hit me in the head. She thinks I got hurt. She's also been screaming random stuff in my head, like cookies and chocolate and candies."

Y/n had to force her laugh down at her mate's tired state. He looked thoroughly worn out. Poor guy.

Y/n finally managed to get out of Astrid's death grip on her legs, and knelt in front of the little girl. "Baby, I didn't think you hurt daddy. It's okay."

Lucien also went to his knees next to his mate, wiping at the fat tears rolling down Astrid's round cheeks.

"You did not hurt me, my little sunshine. You always say daddy is very strong, right?" As he spoke, he slowly tugged Astrid closer, which she didn't seem to realise as she went, sniffing and rubbing at her eyes, nodding along.

"Daddy did not get hurt, I promise." He tugged her into his chest, placing a kiss on her little head, and Y/n's heart swelled with love. The two of them were adorable together, especially because of the size difference. Lucien seemed like a giant in comparison to Astrid, and him being so gentle with her made her happy.

Astrid glanced up at her father, her eyes going wide, her lips parting in awe when he smiled at her.

DADDY'S SO STRONG. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

Y/n winced as she heard Astrid's voice screaming that in her head. Her voice was so loud that it penetrated the thick walls around Y/n's mind. She glanced at Lucien, who barely hid his wince, giving her a knowing look. Y/n grinned.

"Darling, how about we go to sleep?"

"No mommy, I want to play with daddy."

"Daddy has work to do. How about we go to sleep, then we can play with daddy whe you wake up?"

Astrid shook her head, but when Lucien said the same thing, asking her to sleep, she reluctantly agreed.

When Astrid and Y/n were settled in bed and Lucien had taken a seat next to the bed, Y/n began explaining to their little girl what was happening.

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"So you see, your powers are developing. You will have to learn how to control them, and when you do that, you will become powerful and strong. Just like mommy and daddy."

The little girl stared up at her mother with wide eyes, gripping onto the blanket that was on her chest tightly. "Really?"

Y/n smiled and pressed a kiss onto her head. "Really. Now, I want you to go to sleep so you can be rested and relaxed when you wake up, and then you and I can start your lessons on controlling your powers. Is that okay?"

"Yes mommy!" Astrid squealed happily. Mere moments later, she was already drifting off, the uncontrolled use of her untested magic having taken a toll on her little body.

Y/n smiled at Lucien, getting up and walking closer to where he sat.

"It'll be a long journey teaching her." Lucien mumbled, pulling Y/n into his lap.

"It will be." She glanced at Astrid to make sure she was asleep. "Maybe it would be better if we got a teacher for her. They might be able to teach her better."

Lucien immediately shut the idea down. "No. What if the teacher we get for ther is strict and makes Astrid cry? What if they hit her? No. No teacher."

Y/n laughed at her mate. He truly was a protective father, at times unreasonably so. Looking at him scared about a teacher made her wonder what he would do when their daughter started taking lovers. It would only be a matter of time till then, and it would surely give Y/n a headache.

But for now, she would enjoy what she had, and try not to complain too much.

Suddenly, a image of the three of them playing in the largest and most beautiful garden in the palace flashed through her mind, and one look at Lucien gave her the confirmation she needed. He was seeing the same thing she was seeing.

Astrid was dreaming, and she was sharing the image with her parents unconsciously.

Y/n shook her head, grinning.

It certainly would be a long journey.

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General Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless

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starrvsn · 7 months

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` ִ ꔫ ۫ ⊹ J.HARLOW ࣪ ˖ BABY CUPID.

pairing: reader x jack harlow

what to know | fluffy!, single-parent!reader, sweet and simple! — lowercase is intended.

star left a message! may make a part two dk,,,,,, please let me know what you thought about it! i hope you enjoy :)

you hum quietly to yourself as you walk down the aisles of your local supermarket. your one year old daughter, astrid sits comfortably in the child’s seat at the front of the cart. chubby hands playing with the straps of the seat belt to which she brings to her mouth.

“oh! don’t eat that my love, it doesn’t taste nice.” you scrunch your nose at her taking the belt away from her hands, she giggles gleefully at your face, her hands raised to touch your face. you lean your face into her hands landing gently on your palms as you stop at the produce section. her hands go to your hair and tangles her small fingers into your tresses. she looks in fascination at your hair pulling on the strands

“ah ow, honey are your trying to brush mamas hair?” cooing at her, she giggles nodding “oh thank you strid but i have to go get something! i’ll be right back.” you loosen her hand from your hair before walking a few feet to pick up some apples.

you look through the bagged apples to find suitable ones to bring home, moments later you hear a yelp coming from the direction where your daughter is, motherly instincts kick in and you whip you head to your child.

to see her small hands gripping at a mans hair, “oh god.” you mumble you drop the bag of apples rushing to aid the man from your daughter

“i am so sorry sir!” you apologize hurriedly, taking your daughters hands into your own trying to pull her grip away from his curly caramel hair, but she doesn’t seem to budge. your daughter giggles, as if delighted to be in this kind of situation.

“no worries! i— oh ow” he winces at the pain in his scalp, holding his hair in hopes of getting away from your daughters hands, you feel very guilty at the situation taking place, trying to think of ways to defuse this dilemma.

“astrid baby, you need to let go.” you look at your daughter who looks at you shaking her head, incoherent babbles leaving her lips, seemingly tightening her grip on his hair. another yelp sounds out from him, you wince— feel horrible for the man

“your daughter is very strong.” he jokes trying to make light of the situation, you would laugh if your daughter didn’t have a vice grip on his hair. your daughter laughs as if understanding the joke, your heart swells in the moment at your child’s cuteness but quickly dissipates as the situation prolongs more than it need to. you get weird stares from patrons passing by, squeezing your eyes shut you ask your daughter again to let go and to your surprise she does. her large doe eyes looking at you with tears threatening to spill.

you coo at your daughter as you pick her up in comfort; you assume she’s upset the man with the curley haired doesn’t want their hair touched anymore— but you have more questions for the stranger.

“i’m sorry again,, for what happened.” you gesture looking at him fully for the first time. he looks around your age, smooth skin, nice eyes, lips; nose, facial hair you could get around to. a very good looking man. you feel like you should feel bad for checking out a man in front of your child but... you don’t.

“oh no it’s alright. i just went to wave a her while getting some apples and she suddenly grabbed onto my hair.” he laughs rubbing the back of his neck shyly, referring to the container of oranges your cart was right in front of, closing your investigation with the simple answer. “she’s very cute by the way.” he adds, you thank him— your cheeks burning a soft red, wondering why you were feeling this way on a compliment you get all the time. his eyes wandering to your hands to see if there’s a ring on your left hand.

you notice his wandering eyes but don’t question it but instead you act on it “let me make it up to you… you know for my daughter gripping your hair like that.” placing your daughter back into the toddlers seat, drying her eyes of stray tears “no it’s alright wouldnt want to be to much of a hassle.” he restrains but the offer is very tempting to take up.

“no please i insist! astrid would want to make it up to you too.” you gesture to your daughter who’s looking right at the curly haired man, hands lifted as if she wants to touch his textured hair again, a very cute sight.

he merely melts at your daughter “okay...” he trails off looking at you, his hand gestured towards you. you tilt your head questioningly if he’s going to continue his sentence but it never comes, when it hits you; he doesn’t know your name.

“y/n! my name is y/n.” you shake his outstretched hand, he smiles in return

“my name is jack, jack harlow.” you repeat his name in your head reminding yourself to remember the handsome man and his name. you continue to exchange contact information as astrid watches with curious eyes.

once finished jack waved astrid a goodbye before saying his farewells to you, his smile makes you blush as he tells you to text him later about details. once he’s out of sight you let out a big sigh before looking at your daughter

“aren’t you a matchmaker ‘strid.” you coo pinching her cheeks as she giggled in return, your right hand wingwomen.

made with love, star ☆

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow x you #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fic #jack fic #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n

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bitchyglitterfox · 2 years

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So,after i saw the preview of the new episode of Hotd I’m on my knees for dilf Daemon (blame it on my daddy issues).Can you write a Daemon x Targaryen!reader where they teach their children how to ride their dragons for the first time?We all know how Daemon is but i feel like he would be an amazing dad!

Dragon Riders - Daddy!Daemon x Mother!Reader

Summary: Daemon shows your children how to ride dragons for the first time

Basically i got the inspiration of the scene of them riding with the children from the ending of how to train your dragon where hiccup and astrid's children meet toothless and his family ya know??

Warnings: None pure fluff and lovely Dovey Daemon

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“Dracarys!” Your daughter Alyssa shouts causing Caraxes to shoot fire from his mouth and earning a praise from her father.

“Good my little firestone, just like that” Daemon says as he kisses Alyssa’s hair.

You smile while holding Bradyn as you both ride on the back of your dragon Volant.

Alyssa and Daemon begin to fly lower, alyssa taking the riens this time and guiding Caraxes on her own this time, while you are Bradyn gently glided through the air on Volant. Bradyn still being a bit skeptical about dragon riding, soon you and daemon switch children having both dragons glide next to eachother as you do so.

“Mama when will i be able to ride alone?” Alyssa asks while looking back up at you, you smile down sweetly at her

“When your father thinks you to be ready, which knowing him wont be until you are 30 little dove” You snicker at her little pout.

Daemon had said today was the day you teach your children how to ride dragons, as the twins were now 6 years of age. You however wanted to wait just another year but the three of them managed to convince you, caving into the pleads of your children was most definetly the best thing since both children were naturals.

When you all land again your children rush off to go and play. You turn to Daemon, “Perhaps you were right on deciding today was the day the children were ready to begin their riding lessons” you say as you wrap an arm around his middle.

He kisses the top of your head, “They are Targaryen children after all, and Targaryen’s are the children of dragons” he says smiling.

No one ever expected that a girl from a village would be the one to capture the rouge prince’s heart and tame him, but here you are 7 years later, happy with the little family you created.

#daemon targaryen #house of the dragon #daemon targaryen x reader #bitchyglitterfox writes #daemon being a good dad #daemon x reader

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hpowellsmith · 8 months

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my brother in law and i have made our ways through all of your available cog stories (you have become a household name); i wanted to ask if there are any choice of games or other interactive fiction you recommend? i saw you answered in 2020, but wanted to see if there's any more on your radar since then!

I have a bunch of links and recommendations over here including my top ChoiceScript games ever. And I am here to recommend lots more!

Please note that I have the time and energy to play very few games and a vanishingly small number of WIPs. This only a tiny snapshot of the amazing interactive fiction out there. Do check out IFDB, sub-Q, the IF Comp and Spring Thing archives, the Narrascope and AdventureX speakers and exhibitors, and the interactive fiction tag on itch.io.

More below because there are A LOT:

Here is a big bunch of ChoiceScript games that I had a great time with!

Choice of Broadsides by Adam Strong-Morse, Heather Albano, and Dan Fabulich

Choice of Romance by Heather Albano and Adam Strong-Morse (note that it is not romantic and is not a dating sim!)

A Crown of Sorcery and Steel by Joshua LaBelle

Blood Moon by @barbwritesstuff

Deathless: the City's Thirst by Max Gladstone

The Dragon and the Djinn by @atharfi

The Eagle's Heir by Jo Graham and Amy Griswold

Fine Felines by Felicity Banks

Hollywood Visionary by Aaron Reed

Nikola Tesla: War of the Currents by Dora Klindžić

An Odyssey: Shadows of War by Natalia Theodoridou

The Play's the Thing by Jo Graham and Amy Griswold

Rent-a-Vice by Natalia Theodoridou

Siege of Treboulain by Jed Herne

Stronghold by Jo Graham and Amy Griswold

Their Majesties' Pleasure by Leia Talon

Thieves Gambit: Curse of the Black Cat by Dana Duffield

Tower Behind the Moon by Kyle Marquis

Turncoat Chronicle by @zincalloygames

Weyrwood by Isabella Shaw

Visual novels:

Analogue: A Hate Story by Christine Love

Dream Daddy by Game Grumps (writers: Vernon Shaw and Leighton Gray)

EXTREME MEATPUNKS FOREVER by Heather Flowers

Ladykiller in a Bind by Christine Love

Other IF-adjacent games with visuals that I have loved:

80 Days by inkle (writers: Jon Ingold and Meghna Jayanth)

Fallen London by Failbetter Games

Overboard! by inkle (writer: Jon Ingold)

Over the Alps by Stave Studios

Twines:

There are so many more that I've enjoyed but these were what popped into my head right now - this is one where it's essential to check out itch.io:

Anything by porpentine charity heartscape especially With Those We Love Alive and Vesp

16 Ways to Kill a Vampire at McDonalds by Abigail Corfman

Cactus Blue Motel by Astrid Dalmady

Detritus by Maz Hamilton (published as Mary Hamilton)

Faith by @kithj

Invasion by Cat Manning

Human Errors by Katherine Morayati

If I Die, Consume Me by @fiddles-ifs

Mama Possum by Kevin Snow

Nine Months Out by @nellplays

Salvage by @atharfi

Tangaroa Deep by Astrid Dalmady

To Spring Open by Yoon Ha Lee and Peter Berman (as Two-Bit Chip)

Parser games:

The Boot-Scraper by Caleb Wilson

The Compass Rose by Yoon Ha Lee (note that I didn't finish this one because I am bad at puzzles)

Galatea by Emily Short

Gun Mute by C. E. J. Pacian (as above)

Laid Off From The Synesthesia Factory by Katherine Morayati

Lime Ergot by Caleb Wilson

Midnight. Swordfight. by Chandler Groover

Take by Katherine Morayati

Games made with other tools:

Cape by Bruno Dias (Raconteur)

Honeysuckle by Cat Manning (Texture)

Prospero by Bruno Dias (Raconteur)

I play such a vanishingly small number of WIPs that it's ridiculous but I did really enjoy what I played of these two and am looking forward to more:

Body Count (@bodycountgame) by @nellplays (Twine)

Chop Shop by Becky @losergames (Twine)

Fervency (@fervency-if ) by Niko Charos (ChoiceScript)

#interactive fiction #choicescript games #twine games #indie games #visual novels

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bitchinbarzal · 3 months

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4. "I don't need anything material, I just want a whole day to have you by my side and celebrate our love" This is so Elias and Mama P coded!!!

The couple sat up on the couch, on either ends with their feet tangled together in the middle.

“What are you doing?” She asked to which Elias peered over his phone

“Huh?”

“On your phone, what are you doing? I put the movie on for us”

“I’m, uh getting your Valentine’s gift”

She scowls “Elias!”

“Babe!” He mocks her back.

She manouvers herself to now lay on top of him, kissing his chin “I don’t need anything material, I just want a whole day to have you by my side and celebrate our love”

Elias smiles softly down at her, kissing her forehead

“You’re the best girl, you know?”

“I think there’s two littles who would be pretty mad at that” she mumbles

Elias smiles “They take after their mom, that’s why they’re so great”

#Elias and mama #Astrid’s world #lulu’s month of love

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calirph · 6 days

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𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒 & 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒.

First part of these quotes have been taken from the clips and trailers of bridgerton season three while the other part are taken from books with similar protagonists as penelope as well energy, meaning, some of this quotes are a bit suggestive and spicy on the realm of regency/period drama so beware. Change names, pronouns, and locations as you see fit.

I cannot live at home any longer.

I must take a husband.

Does my lady have a suitor in mind?

Brother, under what foreign sun did you apparently get so sturdy?

It seems as though every Bridgerton was born to attract notice.

For some of us the notice is very slight.

If a husband is what you seek, let me help you. Are we not friends?

I should like to see your skills as they are first.

How delightful to see you all.

I would not be angry if you found me to be a lost cause.

You must not say such things.

She's not seeking a husband in you, I hope.

No, I'm merely helping her find one.

Since when are you worried about Penelope?

That diamonds are not the only gems that sparkle.

Lord Debling. He is eager to take a wife this season.

You have done very well, Penelope. What more could you want?

Mother, do you believe the best foundation for love is friendship?

It is rare, but you must follow your heart.

What is the primary force that guides us along our paths? Is it our minds or our hearts?

Do you not need a chaperone?

I am in my third year on the marriage mart with no prospects to show for it. What would you call that?

Something wrong, Pen? Between us, I mean.

If you are going to make me say it out loud...I miss you.

You miss me, but you would never court me, is that correct?

I... -I overheard you...at my Mama's ball last season… telling everyone how you would never, ever court Penelope Featherington.

Perhaps we should go where there's somewhere more private.

Of course, you would never court me.

I am the laughingstock of the ton, even when I change my entire wardrobe.

Your eyes…A most remarkable shade of blue. And yet somehow, they shine even brighter when you are kind.

I'd m-- I might say something like that if you were a suitor.

Well, that was rather direct.

Brother, I should like a moment alone.

Oh. Dear, is Francesca quite well?

Well, she simply needed a moment. As do I.

I should like to use that moment to dance with my beautiful wife.

Please. Enjoy yourselves.

What is the delay?

You deserve better than a man who requires reforming.

It was much less frustrating being the pursued rather than the pursuer.

Kisses should not leave you satisfied. They should leave you wanting.

I've spent twenty-eight years doing what everyone around me expected me to do...being what everyone around me has expected me to be. And it's horrid to be someone else's vision of yourself.

Shall I tell you what I would do if I discovered I'd been a royal ass and had lost the only woman I'd ever really wanted?

You just impugned the honor of my future marchioness. Choose your seconds. I will see you at dawn.

If you intend to keep me from her, you had better have an army at your side.

What if I want the rogue, Gabriel?

Take me to bed, Gabriel. Give me a taste of scandal.

I think it's time to try riding astride.

If I am an empress, he is the only man worthy of being my emperor.

She must be a very talented courtesan.

How very fascinating. I’ve never met a courtesan, you know.

My choices are rather limited.

Shall we seal it with a kiss, then?

You see, when I agree to something, I do it wholeheartedly. That was not the kiss for which you came, little mouse.

The same cage as hers merely a different gilt.

For your beauty has quite ruined me for all others.

This gown is sinful.

So passionate, So eager. Open for me.

You know, Empress, men do not appreciate laughter at this particular moment. It's devastating to the self-confidence.

I agreed to remain, my lord. Not to remain silent.

Look at me, Empress. I want to see you come undone. I want to watch you go over the edge with me.

I'm not lovely.

There is nothing plain about you.

You're enjoying my discomfort.

How am I different?

Selene is not the happiest of stories. After all, she is doomed to love a mortal in eternal sleep.

You are my gift. I shall unwrap you.

Are you aching for me here?

You know exactly what you want, despite never having had it before.

That is the thing about monsters, Pettypeace. They are monsters because they can delude people into believing they aren’t.

She is not plain. She is extraordinary.

You are clearly suffering a visual disorder of some kind. Perhaps you and Jane should wear matching spectacles.

Sentimental novels are my favorite, though I’m not supposed to say so.

#meme #roleplay memes #sentence meme #( cali meme. )#rp memes #rp prompt #rp musings #roleplay prompt #◟ ⋆ memes › roleplay sources.#bridgerton meme #polin meme #romancing mr bridgerton meme

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leiawritesstories · 7 months

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Mama's Little Pirate

Rowaelin Month, Day 13: Babies/Kids/Next Gen

a Fly The Black Flag outtake ;)) but you do NOT need to read FTBF before this

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: few swear words, otherwise none hehe

Enjoy!

@rowaelinscourt

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The salty evening breeze had never felt so good against Aelin’s skin as it did that evening when she trudged up the sandy stretch of beach towards the faint smudge of a building on the horizon. Gently, the light wind lifted the strands of hair that were plastered to her neck and cheeks, nudging them away from her skin. Beneath her weathered boots, the ground changed from shifting sand to dark, rich soil and gravel, and she released a bone-deep sigh of relief. Solid ground still wavered beneath her feet, and she had to force herself to stay upright.

She hadn’t battled her way to being the most notorious pirate on the ocean just for her damn sea legs to betray her.

Swift as the wind, and just as in tune with her movements, Rowan caught her from behind, supporting her. “Don’t go giving out on me just yet, Fireheart,” he teased, a low, wicked glint sparking in his eyes. “We haven’t even made it home yet.”

“Ass.” She swatted his muscled shoulder playfully. “And who said anything about we making it home? I thought you were all excited to scare the living shit out of Lorcan and Ells.”

“Oh, I am.” His smirk was nothing short of roguish. “But I can’t let my wife collapse on the side of the shitty road before we can set that plan into motion.”

“Such a gentleman.” Regaining her balance, she turned around, rose onto her tiptoes, and stole a kiss that was altogether too short.

He rested his forehead against hers after breaking the kiss. “I’ll see you soon, my love.”

“Indeed you will.”

With a final kiss, Rowan veered off into the forest, heading for the hunting trails where his horse was tethered. If all went according to the plan, he’d come home after Aelin and the others had finished dinner and make a “surprise” entrance.

Aelin took a moment to shake out her complaining limbs before she headed towards the forest. One desire remained at the front of her mind: get back to her home and her daughter before night fully set, otherwise her beloved, if far too fussy, friends would send out a search party.

“Hey, Cap.” Speaking of those friends…

“Ells.” Aelin turned to find Elide sitting astride her horse on the side of the road. Aelin’s own stallion was next to Elide’s mare. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Elide rolled her eyes. “Figured you’d want to get home before dinner gets cold.”

“Aren’t you always so observant,” Aelin teased. She tossed her seabag into the saddlebag and swung herself up onto the sleek gray stallion, running an affectionate hand along his neck. “Thanks, Ells.”

“Anytime.” Her first mate saluted, wheeled her mare around, and nudged her into an easy canter. “I’ll beat you home by five minutes, Cap!”

“We’ll see about that!” Aelin crowed, leaning low and nudging her stallion into a canter. “Fly, boy!”

Elide did beat Aelin back to the Keep, and the shorter woman was grinning widely when Aelin crossed the courtyard after leaving her horse in the stables and slapped two silvers into her hand.

“All right, you win,” she fake-grumbled. “Damn pirates, taking all my money.”

“As if you weren’t far, far worse,” Elide snorted. “And speaking of pirates, where–”

“MAMA!” The childish shriek was followed immediately by a rapid patter of small footsteps, and a small blonde blur came whizzing across the courtyard into Aelin’s open arms.

Beaming, Aelin squeezed her seven-year-old daughter tightly. “Hi, lovey,” she murmured.

“I miss you, Mama.” Evie whispered. Her big green eyes filled with irresistible tears. “You were gone so long!”

“Oh, my Evalin,” Aelin breathed, tears inadvertently springing to her eyes, “I’ll always come home to you.” She kissed her daughter’s messy blonde curls. “You know that, right?”

Evie nodded. “Still miss you.”

“I miss you too.” Aelin cupped Evie’s rosy little face. “So, so much.”

“Good to see you still alive, Captain,” drawled another voice from behind her.

Without turning around, Aelin snorted dryly. “Salvaterre, the day you say that without irony is the day cows fu–er, fly.”

Lorcan smothered a laugh. “And you wonder where your child gets it from.”

“I don’t, actually.” She turned the full force of her charming smile onto the hulking, perpetually scowly pirate. “She gets it from your sons.”

He cracked a smirk. “Touché.”

Aelin allowed Lorcan to drape his arm across her shoulders for a few seconds–his version of an affectionate hug. “Before you ask, the Doranelle is just fine. She and the Terrasen should be back in no more than three months.”

“Better be bringing rum,” Lorcan grumbled.

She snickered. “What if I told Ro that we were oversupplied here and didn’t need any more?”

He grunted something too crude for children’s ears. “You’re the worst, Galathynius.”

“Why thank you,” she crooned. “Don’t worry, Scowly, there’ll be plenty of rum.” She flashed him a wicked grin. “If you’re really lucky, it won’t even have been purchased.”

Evie tugged at Aelin’s sleeve. “Dinner, Mama!”

“That’s right, lovey!” Aelin scooped her daughter up and settled her on her shoulders. “We can’t go and forget the most important part of the day!” She strode into the brick-and-stone manor that sat at the center of the Iron Isles Pirates’ Keep.

The compound comprised the manor, stables, a handful of smaller houses for other pirates, several different training buildings, and a number of storehouses built into different parts of the hill, some of them underground. Built primarily from the same gray stone that most of the Isles were made of, the fortress both blended into the landscape and loomed over it, a mark of the pirates’ protection and of their merciless reputation.

Since the first building had been completed, six years ago now, the crews of the Terrasen and the Doranelle, as well as their smaller companion ships, had called the place home.

After dinner was finished, Aelin was lounging in a comfortable armchair with a book and a drink, paying more attention to the children running around the large but homey living room. Evie had received a wooden toy sword from Uncle Scowly for her birthday, and she was barely ever seen without it dangling at her side.

Lorcan was even teaching her how to wield it.

Aelin taught her, too, when she was able to snatch a few moments to spend with her daughter rather than dealing with the bullshit that the unruly pirates were always throwing at her.

Evie was play-fighting with Cal and Daric, Elide and Lorcan’s twin boys, all three of the children screeching and yelling as they pretended to beat the hell out of the Royal Navy.

“I don’t wanna be the Navy!” Daric whined, stamping his small foot in anger. “You made me be them last time!”

“Shut up!” Evie retorted, sticking her tongue out. “Last time, you made me be the prisoner!”

“So?”

“So this is fair!” She scowled–an expression inherited purely from her father–when Daric tried to push back on her argument. “If you don’t like it, you can quit. Like a…” She fumbled for an appropriate term. “Like–like a pussy!”

“Evalin Whitethorn Galathynius!” Aelin exclaimed, dropping her book in utter shock. “That was a very, very naughty word!” She folded her arms across her chest, firmly refusing to meet either Elide’s or Lorcan’s badly hidden smirks lest she explode into laughter. “Come here, Evie.”

Flushing, Evie slowly approached her mother, sword dragging on the wooden floor. “I’m sorry, Mama,” she mumbled.

Aelin forced sternness onto her face. “Evie, lovey, do you remember what Mama told you about naughty words?”

“Only say it when I know what it means,” Evie said, quietly.

“That’s right.” Aelin’s demeanor softened. She knelt down and wrapped her daughter’s hands in her own. “Uncle Lorcan and Uncle Fen like to say words they shouldn’t say in front of you and your cousins, and that means that you have to make them shut up.”

Evie giggled and sniffled all at once. “I can tell them to shut up?”

“That’s right.” Aelin kissed Evie’s forehead. “So tell me, little love, which one of your foul-mouthed uncles said that word around you and your cousins.”

“Um…” The little pirate girl hesitated. “It-it was…” She trailed off.

“Do you need to whisper?” Aelin asked softly. Sometimes, letting Evie whisper into her ear was better than having her say it out loud.

Evie shook her head. “It was…it was Dad.”

Aelin’s gasp of absolute shock was echoed by Rowan’s characteristic, I’ve-held-it-in-for-too- damn-long snort. “That’s my girl!” he crowed, stepping into the living room from where he’d been hiding in the hall.

Elide gasped. Lorcan whipped his head to the doorway. Aelin beamed–the “surprise” had gone perfectly.

Shock, delight, and joy bloomed across Evie’s face. “Dad!” she screeched, throwing her toy sword to the floor and sprinting to her father, who swung her up into his arms, beaming.

“Hi, little love.” Rowan hugged Evie fiercely. “Is it true that you called your cousin a naughty word? One that you heard me say?”

She nodded, earnestly. “Mhmm. Daric was being a pu–”

“Ah-ah, nope, shhhhhhh.” Rowan pressed his forefinger over his daughter’s lips. “What did Mama just say about not using a word unless you know what it means?”

Evie sighed. “Okay, Dad.”

“That’s my girl.” He smacked a theatrical kiss onto her cheek. “Want to show me what you’ve been learning with your sword, Evie girl?” She exclaimed in agreement and he set her down, then made his way over to his wife.

Aelin stepped easily into his embrace. “Captain,” she murmured, laughter dancing in her bright eyes.

“Captain,” he murmured back. He kissed her softly, snatching a quiet moment with her before their daughter pulled on both of her parents’ sleeves, demanding that they watch her “sword fightin’.”

It was precisely the life Aelin had only ever dreamt of.

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#my writing #rowaelinmonth #rowaelin month #rowaelin month 2023 #fly the black flag #ftbf #pirate au #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #rowaelin #and kiddos #rowan x aelin #surprise ftbf is back!!!#gonna pretend like i haven't been sitting on this for a month lmao #throne of glass #throne of glass fanfic #throne of glass fanfiction

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changingplumbob · 1 month

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OC Evolution: Joey York

To whoever tagged me a couple of days ago THANK YOU and I am very SORRY but I have a stomach bug upsetting my IBS and I hurt my shoulders somehow and it's just very hard to remember stuff right now then a bloody mouse ran across the kitchen floor and I'm just hanging in here and have completely forgotten who it was 😭 Joey started the game as a child so let's check in on his stages. These will all be from CAS in previous versions of his family as I'm too sore to hook up my external harddrive.

Child Joey

Young Teen Joey

Older Teen Joey

Current YA Joey

As you can see despite his hatred of fitness I have been able to get him some muscle definition, but he's still pretty lanky. Can you be lanky if you're short? IDK. I liked the idea of him growing his facial hair after he graduated high school early but I gotta say I do like him clean shaven and think he'll have better luck scoring ladies with his boyish charm.

I tag everyone obviously but I have been thinking it would be cool to see some oc evolution from @simulation-machine and @holocene-sims if you felt like it. And @matchalovertrait it would be cool to see a Dulce evolution post, or recap Noemi's looks because mama has style! @simmerbeans I would obviously tag you for REDACTED if I could but you may have a sim evolution from Astrid or before you'd like to show?

#dag dag or tag tag #I am very sore and tired #But Joey needed me #So here he is

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bradshawsbaby · 1 year

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Last night, @therebeccaw and I were chatting about the Rhett & Honeybee Universe™️ and I couldn’t get this thought of Ruthie’s first word out of my mind 🥺

The stands are packed, the crowd holding a collective breath as your husband fights like hell to remain astride Diego, one of the meanest bulls you’ve ever seen in all your years of state fairs and rodeo competitions.

Eight seconds never felt so long.

Clutching your daughter in your arms, you anxiously bounce her on your hip, adjusting her baby headphones to make sure she doesn’t get startled when the timer goes off.

When it does, the buzzer blaring loud enough to wake the dead, you look up and realize he did it. Rhett made it the whole eight seconds on the back of that mean son of a bitch. And suddenly the crowd is losing their minds around you, jumping up and screaming for their hometown hero, who just managed to propel himself to the top of the leaderboard.

You’re screaming as well, waving one arm excitedly in the air as you clutch Ruthie in the other. Swept up in the joy of the moment, reveling in the sound of the crowd chanting Rhett’s name, you almost miss it.

“Dada!” Ruthie, nearly one, suddenly cries out, her big eyes fixed on Rhett. She reaches out toward him, squirming in your arms. “Dada!”

“Ruthie!” you gasp, unable to believe your ears. “Did you just say—?”

“Dada!” she babbles again, a huge smile on her face.

“Don’t stop saying that, baby girl!” you tell her, grabbing your things and squeezing through the crowds so that you can make it down to where you know your husband will be waiting for you.

“Rhett!” you cry out a few moments later when you spot him standing between a couple of the trailers, looking winded, but proud.

He turns instantly at the sound of your voice, his face lighting up when spots you and Ruthie. “Honeybee!” he calls back, racing over to you and taking you in his arms, kissing you deeply before pulling back and dropping a kiss on the top of your daughter’s head.

“Congratulations, baby,” you murmur proudly, cupping his face in your hand. “I think Ruthie had something she wanted to say, too,” you add, brushing your fingers through your daughter’s soft curls.

“Oh, yeah?” Rhett grins, hands on his hips as he looks down at your little girl.

“Dada!” Ruthie claps with a soft giggle.

His blue eyes widen to the size of saucers and his jaw slackens, his mouth hanging wide open, though no words emerge for several seconds. Then you see him swallow harshly, blinking rapidly to keep the quickly forming tears at bay.

“S-she said—”

“Dada!”

“Her first word,” you beam, your own eyes watering.

Overcome with emotion, Rhett takes Ruthie into his arms and presses a kiss to her forehead, holding her close to his chest. Seconds later, he’s wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you to him.

“I love my girls so much,” he rasps, his voice thick. “How’d I get so lucky?”

He’s so happy that you don’t even mind the fact that your daughter’s first word wasn’t “Mama.”

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #dad!rhett #outer range #lewis pullman

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