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athenepromachos · 1 year
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Happy Tudor Thursday from a most modern looking Charles ♥️♥️♥️
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ricky-mortis · 12 days
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So, I heard it was Holloweane Week?
It’s a bit late in the week but I wanted to draw something for it, and I liked this prompt.
The way I see it- their roles may have been swapped, but their dynamic? Exactly the same.
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blubearberry · 4 months
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duke making annabel draw 4 for the third time in a row:
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reallyrallyauthor · 23 days
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Summary: You’re spoiled. Leto’s rich. Everyone’s hot. Seattle.
Contents: 🔥18+ nsfw, fluff & smut, modern!leto atreides x fem!reader, reader shorter than Leto, boobs big enough to... put something between them. Yes, you heard me right. Don't look at me like that. No Paul and Jessica (~2.6k)
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“Welcome home!”
You run out of the car and up the short space of tarmac to where Leto’s descending off one of his family's planes.
He has on a dark suit and a soft, camel-colored coat. He looks a little tired, but has a big smile as your throw your body at him like a bag of bricks. He wraps his arms around you, picking you up on your toes.
“I missed you. Brought you back something,” he says.
“Ooooh, what is it?” You say, eyes bright as you look him up and down, from the top of his curly hair to the bottom of his expensive shoes.
He angles his head at you. “A slap on the wrist. Fifty thousand dollars, baby?”
You try to look ashamed, but Leto acting like he gives a damn about 50k is like someone caring about a single drop of water in a year of Seattle's rainfall.
He doesn’t look actually mad, but his heavy lids and the downturn of his facial hair are a little intimidating all the same.
“You gave it to me, so I did what I wanted with it,” you say simply.
Leto looks amused. “Honey, that’s what the Atreides Foundation is for. I gave you the number of the lawyer who puts together the scholarship committee. They’ll take care of everything for you.”
“You’re telling me you never donate your own money to things directly? You love a cause, Leto, don’t even try to lie. Besides, she’s been my hairdresser for the entire year we’ve been together. What’s she supposed to do? Let her daughter pass on a chance to go to Harvard?”
“You know I don’t care how you spend your allowance.” He tips your face up for a kiss on your lips. “I just don’t want people taking advantage of you. You’re a soft touch.”
This time the look you give him is real. You look down at his shiny shoes, then the perfectly manicured toenails in your red wedge sandals, ones that bring you up almost to eye-level with him.
It’s a little cold out for sandals, but you wanted to get Leto in the mood for the vacation you were going on next week. One of the family islands off the coast of who even knew. It's warmer than Seattle and that’s all that matters to you.
He’d put it off twice already for work. 
As much as you love the shades of green and rainy sunshine of the Pacific Northwest, all you want to do is watch Leto eye fuck you in one of your tiny bikinis. It’s not so much to ask, really.
If you were honest with yourself, that’s probably why you’d given away so much money. 
A girl can only take so much sitting around, waiting. Even for Leto Atreides. 
Leto tips your head up again. “I’ll make a deal with you,” he says.
You raise an eyebrow at him. “I’m not negotiating with you. You’re kind of famous for it. I’d lose.”
You toss your head, noticing a mist starting to wave through the air. It lays fine drops on Leto’s curls and beard, catching the silver and gray threading through his dark hair.
“If you need money for someone else, ask me. I’ll have it transferred wherever it needs to go,” Leto says with finality.
“You’re so busy lately. Sure you have time for me anymore?” You drop your hands away from his.
Leto’s smile dims slightly, but he’s always patient. “Don’t do that. I'm getting to my apology, I promise. You want to spend our time together with pettiness?”
You lay your head on his shoulder, unable to resist him, even for a handful of seconds. “No.”
“We have better things to do with our time. Don’t we? It’s going to rain any minute. Come on,” Leto says.
He takes your hand and leads you to the car. His head of security, Duncan, is driving today. He opens the door and you and Leto slide inside. The seats are warm, but you still turn the air up another few degrees.
“You didn’t really dress for the weather,” Leto says, his eyes crinkling with his smile, taking in your outfit. The shortness of your sunny yellow dress, the shimmery lip gloss.
His eyes linger on your (cold) bare toes. Your colorful wardrobe was part of what had caught his eye when you’d met.
“I dress for myself. For you, sometimes. The weather can go fuck itself,” you smile sweetly.
“Put your feet up here,” Leto says. He pats his lap.
You do as he asks and he starts undoing the straps of your sandals, his hands warm and soft on your skin. The metal of his family's signet ring on his left hand brushes cold, though.
“Are you mad at me?” You ask him quietly, trying to draw him out a little bit.
He gets like this after work trips. Manufacturing, mining, shipping, global consulting, not to mention the international charities desperate to attach the Atreides name to their work.
He has so much responsibility on his shoulders that it takes him an hour just to spin down from it all. Seeing him relax, watching the stress leave his forehead, feels like a personal victory for you.
“Never mad at you.” He sets your shoes on the floor of the car and wraps his hands around your feet, warming them. “Are you mad at me?”
“A little,” you say playfully.
“It’s not about the money,” Leto says with a look at you from under his heavy lids.
“Rich people say that a lot.” You try to pull your feet away, but Leto holds them firmly, runs his hands up your calves.
You’re always surprised by his physical strength, his presence. He trains five days a week with different coaches who come to his office or the house. You’re not above hovering in the doorway to watch. You know he works a little harder when you do.
But whether it’s a room of 500, or just for you, Leto is always charming, intelligent, and kind. 
He massages your calves. “It’s not about rich. Rich doesn’t cover it, sweetheart. The Atreides family traded olive oil through Ancient Greece. We were established as a dynasty even before then. We’ve had money before money existed.”
And a dash of stubborn arrogance that never fails to make you incredibly horny.
“People think you’re so humble,” you tease him.
“All I’m saying is that,” Leto pauses. He presses the little intercom button by the door. “Duncan, will you stop by the warehouses? I need to pick up something from my office there. Thank you.”
He turns his attention back to you. “Remember sweetheart, money is the infinite resource. Time is not.”
“Your money and time specifically,” you say, taking your feet off of of his lap and crawling forward toward him on the seat. “Why are we stopping?”
Leto smiles quietly.
“Is it for me?” You ask hopefully, working your fingers into his beard.
“If you’re good it is,” Leto says, looking at you from under his dark lashes.
You rub his earlobes.
He licks his lips. “Is that as good as you know how to be?”
“Let me have fun. Tease you a little. I can’t just give you everything you want,” you say with a smile. “Wouldn’t want to spoil you.”
Leto looks amused, brushes his hand over your cheek. “Only room for one of those in this relationship. Speaking of.”
He reaches into his jacket pocket and takes out a black, velvet box that fits in the palm of his hand.
“I’m sorry I had to cancel our vacation again for this trip,” he says, opening it. “I had this made for you while I was in Italy.”
Immediately, your fingers close around the beautiful ring. Your other hand grips Leto’s. 
It’s, of course, elegant and perfect. A wide spiral of intertwining, burnished silver, small diamonds and dark emeralds set in the loops of the band. It’s hard to tell if it has an end or a beginning. It’s all sparkling light and Atreides green.
“Thank you,” you say, taking it out of the box and as you always do, you look at the engravings inside.
There’s his stylized ‘L’ along with your first initial, and if there’s room, which there is on a piece like this one, the date and a little heart.
You start to slip it over the end of your middle finger. Leto clears his throat.
“Oops, sorry,” you say lightly. You hand him back the new ring and hold out your hand. He likes to decorate you himself.
He slides the ring onto your finger, kissing your hand afterward.
“Beautiful,” he says, his dark eyes shining at yours.
You have to laugh a little, bubbling with happiness.
You tug his beard, then kiss him hard, climbing into his lap. You undo his jacket, then his belt and pants while Leto peels your dress halfway down your body so he can massage your breasts, rub your nipples between his thumb and finger.
“I missed these,” Leto says.
“And they missed you,” you say, scooting off his lap.
Leto’s about to protest until you kneel between his legs as upright as you can still be. His brow furrows slightly, two lines in his forehead as he tries to figure out what you’re doing.
You use your hand to guide his cock into your cleavage and take a few deep breaths so both of you can watch how you fit together.
You look up at him and he’s mesmerized. His full lips parted slightly. You can hear him breathing. His hands rest by his legs, like his body is hypnotized by your every movement.
You squeeze your nipples for him, rolling and pulling them like he did a few moments ago. Leto inhales, holds his breath. His cock twitches against your skin, warm and solid. You tap it against yourself a few times lightly. Leto works his bottom lip between his teeth, the movement pulling at his full beard.
Slowly, so he can see your every move, you slide your hands back, cupping your breasts and gently pushing them together, your soft skin enveloping him.
His breath stutters out of his mouth. He moans deeply, leaning back so he can get a better view.
You dip slightly, pushing his cock up through your cleavage until you can just kiss the tip with your lip-glossed mouth. He’s already leaking, so you lick it off with the flat of your tongue, teasing the slit on the fat head of his cock.
Leto’s hips start moving, slowly pumping himself through your cleavage, the head popping in and out of your open mouth. He groans, a little less in control, thrusting a little more shallowly. You bend your head lower so you can keep your lips and tongue on him while he fucks between your breasts.
He rests a hand on your head, fingers flexing as his breath stutters, his hips push his cock up into your mouth more. Over and over again. 
You suck on him, squeezing your soft skin around him, moaning as he finally releases into your mouth, salty and thick, and you can swallow every delicious drop of him, swirling your tongue around his sensitive skin.
Keeping him between your breasts, you lift your head and take a breath, kitten-lick him clean. Leto reclines further back into the seat and lets you, his fingers massaging your scalp. 
You smile up at him and receive a tired smile back. He runs the side of his thumb down your cheek and chin, the pad over your lower lip.
You put your outfit back together while Leto does the same, snuggling up to him just in time for the car to pull into the parking lot.
“If you’re actually here to do an hour of work, just tell me now and I’ll have a car take me to the apartment downtown. We can meet up for dinner,” you say.
Leto considers you for a moment, sees that you’re being serious and not catty.
“I have been doing that a lot. I know. I apologize.” He hugs your body close to his as the car stops. “This stop is for you. On my honor.”
You act dramatically impressed, digging around in your bag so you can reapply your lip gloss.
Leto bends down, one knee on the floor of the car to slip your shoes back over your feet and reclasp the straps for you. 
He sits back up on the seat, taps the glass twice. The door opens. You’re not at the warehouses. You’re at T91, the huge ship terminal, where Leto keeps his yacht. Superyacht. It’s more like half a cruise ship.
You’d only been on it once before, and too wide-eyed about the whole thing to even enjoy the short week up and down the coast.
Leto looks a little smug at pulling off the surprise. “We’re taking that vacation right now. I had your assistant pack for you. Good thing you have so many clothes or you might have noticed some of them missing,” he gives you a slightly mocking look.
“If I wasn’t so happy, I’d smack your ass for saying that. Oooh, can we stop in San Francisco? Oooh, can we stop in L.A.?”
“Yes, sweetheart, we can stop anywhere you want,” Leto gets out of the car and reaches back in to take your hand. “You can do some shopping before we head to Mexico, then through the canal, meet up with my family in Nassau.”
Leto nods to the crew, who are standing and waiting to greet you.
“I can’t believe you did all of this. Hey, if you’d known I was going let you do that thing back in the car, would you have bought an even bigger boat?” You whisper to him.
He pinches your side, chuckling quietly. He lays a finger over his lips, tan skin on top of the black and gray of his mustache and beard. “Shh.”
Leto is nothing if not discreet. You love to test his boundaries a little. You slip your hand in the pocket of his jacket as you say hi to the crew, some of them familiar and a few new faces.
You head straight for the master bedroom. You already have a list of places you need to hit when you get into San Francisco. You might need a couple of nights in L.A. just to get all your shopping in. 
Leto takes off his jacket and hangs it in his walk-in closet. You follow him inside, texting.
“Bored of me already?” Leto says, unbuttoning his sleeves and rolling them up.
“No, texting my assistant to call the stores ahead of time, let them know I’m coming.”
“Well, there goes a million,” Leto says.
You roll your eyes, kicking your foot gently into his. You toss your phone and bag on a shelf in his closet.
“They know what I like so we can just show up, I’ll pick out what I want, and we can leave. I’m just trying to save you time, Atreides.”
Leto wraps his arms around you. “Thank you, baby, that’s considerate.” He pauses. “Wait. You’re not making me go with you.”
He lets loose a quiet groan.
“You’re my arm candy,” you insist. “They’ll serve us champagne and lunch or whatever. And you look so cute holding my bags.”
“We’ll bring a bodyguard for the bags. I hold your hand,” Leto says.
“Well, what do I have to do to get you to go shopping with me?” You ask, sliding your body up to his.
Leto lays his forehead down against yours. “Thought you refused to negotiate with me.”
“I’ll negotiate with you about sex.” You run your fingers down the buttons of his shirt. “All day. Any day. Even when I lose, I win.”
“Sweetheart, with me you never lose,” Leto says. He pivots your body so he can press you back against the closet door. His mouth is already against your neck, his beard rubbing your skin, making you moan loudly, just the way he likes. “You get whatever you want out of me and you know it.”
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blackvelvetcorvid · 4 days
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Only the best girlboss ever
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I imagine her mildly disgruntled
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shyjusticewarrior · 16 days
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Wayne Family Adventures Incorrect Quotes Pt 5
Tim: Your mind is scattered, Jason.
Jason: Your mind is gonna be scattered! Damian, hand me the gun!
Duke: Hey, do you think I can fit fifteen marshmallows in my mouth?
Damian: You're a hazard to society.
Damian: ... And a coward. Do twenty.
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incorrectbatfam · 1 year
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Stephanie: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos.
Duke: Was Batburger out of Jokerized fries again?
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incorrect-nevermore · 9 months
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[Modern au]
Thaddeus: Lenore! I said you could bring one of your friends to the event! One!
Lenore, with all the misfits behind her: Ah, father, by now you know they don’t come separately.
Duke: Oui, we’re pack animals, Mr Vandernacth.
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axeleous · 4 months
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( coloured version in reblogs)
resorted to traditional art because my phone almost exploded
anyway, heres a wip sketch of the misfit polycule in a restaurant of a modern au thing. gonna finish it if i can.
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lovinglenore · 9 months
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nevermore modern!au headcanons i have! this idea won from the last poll. (:
montresor has a tongue piercing. done deal.
eulalie loves collecting little trinkets! whether it be shiny bottle cops or rusted necklace chains, it's hers now. 100% crow energy.
morella would take a gaelic language course if it was offered in school. i feel if she was irish, she would want to be more in touch with her ancestral roots and culture.
pluto's major in university would be history with a minor in latin studies!
i can imagine berenice maybe playing some type of sport as a hobby. maybe softball?
lenore and duke would definitely be the students who write on the inside of bathroom stalls. probably got a whole conversation going on with three different people.
annabel lee definitely forced her father to join in on her tea parties as a child.
ada, sweet ada. she does not have a green thumb, so she would end up killing every plant she's tried to grow.
if prospero were forced to work in a group project, he would end up just taking over and doing everything himself because the others aren't doing it right.
theo would be an orchestra kid since he plays the violin. lenore was forced to take piano lessons as a child.
will would run a secret fan tumblr blog dedicated to his favorite franchise of movies or books. when asked about it, he denies it.
as a summer job, duke would perform as a magician for little kids' birthday parties.
annabel lee? hates baths. lenore? loves them.
morella and eulalie LOVE scrapbooking!
morella 🫱🏻‍🫲🏽 mom jeans.
many of these are pretty tame, so i hoped you enjoyed them! i may write seperate headcanons for annabel lee's group and the misfits. ♡
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ofwealthandtaste · 5 months
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“ i think it’s time you got over that. ” rom ⤿ andre
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@dogtccth // sent an ask prompt !
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She wasn't supposed to die . It wasn't in the duke's plan . He was to slit the boy's throat and have his little sparrow watch as the songwriter's life literally poured out of him . Only then could she weep their pathetic love song over his cold dead corpse . How he should have known Satine would defy him once again by throwing herself at him in the middle of the violent performance he'd set on display for only her to witness .
It was only some time between throwing her frail body off of him in his rage during the execution and dropping the boy's lifeless body to the ground that he heard .... nothing . No screams , no cries . When he looks to where the little harlot should be standing , he's met with marble eyes of statue displayed on fireplace casting cold gaze down at body splayed lifelessly below it . Crimson pooling beneath matching dress adorned on Satine's limp form leaves André standing in stunned silence , and he falls to his knees . This wasn't how it was supposed to end .
" You were supposed to suffer ! " hands give a shake to cold shoulders , " Wake up --- SATINE . " single hand is left gripping at dripping rubies adorned along her neck until necklace gives and has gems falling to bloodied marble floor .
“ I think it’s time you got over that. ”
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A hitch in breath when he hears Roman's voice . Mixture of dread and relief boiling within him as bloodied hands allow cheating paramour to drop . " She wasn't supposed to --- " rattled hand runs through disheveled strands , neatly swiping them in place before he motions to the dead boy , " --- Him ! He was supposed to get his . She got in the way . I--- I didn't --- " lips twitch from pout to display grin as it gives way for maniacal laughter . " THAT WHORE CAN'T EVEN SUFFER THE WAY I WANT HER TO ! "
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6v-theblog · 6 months
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Blåljus
Peder Duke
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lordbettany · 3 months
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A Plantagenet Christmas - Moodboard II
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lesbiantoaster · 11 months
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Modern (Academic) AU - Nevermore
This modern AU is my extension of modern AU headcanon* where Lenore and Annabel are PhD students in rival research groups at the university of two rival faculties (Physics and Mathematics) that need to share a building because of low funding. Since PhD school is kinda like purgatory on its own so it's quite a fitting setup imo.
>> Lenore's a physicist (specialization: Particle Physics and Programming), while Annabel's a mathematician (specialization: Statistics and Algorithms)
>> They met just before the start of the PhD programs while volunteering as counsellors at a summer science camp organized by their university for high school students
>> They shared a room and bonded over the excitement of beginning the PhD programs, their academic interests, their love for games etc. But it wasn't long before their relationship evolved into something more and soon after they started dating
>> Lenore's style could be described as edgy/rebel but started to dress smarter (like a nice shirt and pants and sometimes a tie too) for the job, while Annabel's is more preppy with floral accents and always wears a small raven-shaped necklace Lenore's got her for their second date
>> Since starting dating Annabel, Lenore started incorporating floral motives into her wardrobe as well (like floral patterned shirts, ties, socks etc.)
>> Lenore's out and proud but her parents disowned her at the beginning of her studies. Luckily she has some rich grandma/grandpa who could financially support her. Her older brother Theo used to be in the same PhD program but before graduation, he disappeared.
>> Annabel is still in the closet.
>> They're both super talented and are soon deemed rising stars of their departments
>> In Lenore's team there are also four other PhD students: Duke, Berenice, Eulalie and Pluto, and they all share the same workroom at the University
>> Duke is Lenore's closest friend; their desks are next to each other and they hit the gym together on a regular basis
>> Annabel's team consists of another PhD student Prospero (who is this stereotype of math purist that looks down on other fields because "Mathematics is the purest form of science" 🤢) and Will, annoying secretary Ada who thinks she's better because she's working at university (she handles the documents and other papers for real scientist but she still thinks she's the next Marie Skłodowska-Curie). There's also a postdoc Monty, who no one likes and no one is sure who hired him (he's a little shady). There's also a Master's degree student Morella (who did her Bachelor's degree at the Faculty of Physics -and she knows the gang from Lenore's group - but switched for Master to Mathematics)
>> Both of their groups research quantum computing but because of the lack of funding they have to fight with each other for the money and rivalry evolves into people despising each other
>> The Deans don't want to do anything with that because they find this whole drama entertaining.
>> Both girls want to go to the same Institute in Europe for their postdocs so Annabel comes up with a plan to get them both jobs at that Institute that includes them pretending to hate each other
>> Everyone knows about the beef of unknown origin between the two most promising PhD candidates
>> Lenore is that kind of TA that gives off an "older sibling"/"cool uncle"/"bad boi" vibe, she rides a cool motorbike every day and the students simply adore her! Some even have an obvious crush on her and try to flirt with her but Lenore is really awkward and such a simp for Annabel lee she interprets it as them being nice/buttering her up for a better grade
>> Annabel on the other hand is pretty much a "ice queen" of the department she's respected for her work but also people low-key (high-key) fear her. She also (but you didn't hear it from me) tends to go harder on students she knows who tried to hit on her pet. But you can't prove her anything.
>> Once a week Lenore has the whole work room for herself and that's when Annabel sneaks out for lunch dates with her gf to talk about each other's day, hold hands and steal a kiss or two
>> However one day Eulalie almost walks in on them but Annabel quickly dived under Lenore's desk. Lenore tried to act normal while Eulalie was looking on her own desk for some papers she forgot earlier.
"You must be really hungry today, Lenore." Said Eulalie.
"Wha- Why would you think that???" All but shouted flustered Lenore.
"Because you're eating chocolate pancakes AND a chicken sandwich" Eulalie pointed to the two meals on Lenore's desk "Weird combination if you ask me... But if you like eating that way I guess that works too." then she leaves.
>> Both Annabel and Lenore are gamers but of a different kind. Annabel loves every strategy game and streams her gameplay in her free time. She is also an international champion in online chess. She and Lenore often play chess together but Annabel always wins. They make a deal that if Lenore would ever win against Annabel the loser will grant a winner one wish.
>> Lenore on the other hand loves tabletop games - especially RPGs. And she DMs a homebrew D&D campaign for the gang + Morella.
>> (Of course when Lenore asked the gang to name their D&D party they chose "Misfits")
>> Lenore feels guilty for lying to her friends and tells Annabel so, to which her gf responds by hugging her and saying something like "I'm sorry, pet, I know it's hard for you but it has to be done... Our future dream jobs depend on it. We are doing this for us and after all... they still are our competition on the job market... no matter how much we might like them or not."
>> After the first year they move in together into the small apartment
>> And they have these cute moments like cooking together, making lunches for one another, Annabel helping Lenore to tie a tie in the morning, Lenore giving Annabel massages when she comes back home all sore after a whole day walking in heels, both girls pulling all-nighter grading students' tests or doing some studying themselves and taking turns making coffee, etc.
>> Now that Lenore's got her own place she hosts most of the D&D sessions for the gang (to not raise any suspicions).
>> Before every session the girls need to clean their apartment of any evidence of their relationship and when the gang comes over Annabel stays in her streaming room playing games/doing some work. Lenore tells her friends that she has this weirdo-roommate that almost never leaves their room and they're better not to be bothered with.
>> All this work, however, goes in vain, when Pluto unexpectedly comes over to Lenore's flat to ask for help with some work before his first conference. To make things worse the girls were expecting the delivery guy to bring them their food that evening. Imagine Pluto's surprise when the person who opened the door was no other but the Ice Queen herself wearing sports shorts and a worn-me-down t-shirt and behind her Lenore was sitting on a sofa.
>> After a while girls manage to calm hyperventilating Pluto down, they ask him to keep it a secret. Pluto wasn't too keen on lying but Annabel managed to persuade him not to tell anyone. He agreed but only if Lenore will come clean about her and Annabel lee relationship.
>> So before the next session Lenore finally tells the rest of the gang the truth. There's feeling of betrayal, some tears and lots of shouting because they (especially Duke) are hurt that Lenore has lied to them.
>> There's some drama and silence treatment towards Lenore for a couple of weeks but it made everyone even more miserable so they eventually all reconcile.
>> At first the gang remains sceptic towards Annabel lee but after some time they welcome her to the group. She occasionally joins them for D&D sessions or board game nights (when everyone fights to be with her in the same team because Annabel gets really competitive and her team always wins no matter the game).
>> Annabel finally has a support system she so needed in her life and that's so wholesome
>> Annabel and Lenore's third anniversary was at the same time as a conference in Cambridge both girls were selected to represent their teams on
>> During free time Annabel took Lenore on a walk around Trinity Colledge (the place where Isaac Newton - a great mathematician and physicist - studied) and proposed to Lenore there (she of course said "yes")
>> Later on that day Lenore asked Annabel to play chess with her to which Annabel gladly agreed
>> Lenore wins
>> Annabel asks "Very well done, pet. I'm impressed with your strategy. So what do you wish for?" Lenore takes Annabel's hand and looks her straight in the eyes and answers with a sly grin slowly forming on her face "For the Queen's hand in marriage" She pulls the ring box with her other hand "... if she agrees, of course". Annabel almost leaps over the table with the chess board to kiss her soon-to-be-wife.
The end.
It was in my head for a while and I wanted to share it somewhere. I just thought what if instead of repressed Victorians they all were just giant nerds and this is a result of my thinking.
*inspired by this post by @incorrect-nevermore and @spoopy-nevermore-dump (so thank you, guys! I had lots of fun making this shit up XD)
Bonus:
>> Lenore's supervisor is an older detached from reality professor who can't for the life of his remember the names of his assistants, so he calls Lenore "Lenny", Duke "David/Damian", Eulalie "Eugene", Berenice "Veronica" and Pluto "Matthew" (for some unknown reason). At first, the gang was annoyed by it but it quickly transformed into an inside joke between the misfits and they even have each other's contacts saved under those names.
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chaplinfortheages · 8 days
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February 26th 1936 - Charlie Chaplin and Paulette Goddard aboard the S.S. Coolidge make a one day stopover in Hawaii before sailing onto to Yokohama Japan.
When the ship pulled into Hawaii they were greeted by Hawaiian Duke Kahanamoku (birth name Duke) considered the father of modern surfing. Duke was also an Olympic Gold medalist in swimming participating in the 1912, 1920 and 1924 Olympics.
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shyjusticewarrior · 7 months
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DC Comics Incorrect Quotes Pt 146
Jason: Hey, dude. What's going on?
Duke: Teenage rebellion.
Jason: Fuck yeah. Stick it to the old people.
Bruce: I don't know about you, but that's not the way I was raised.
Jason: ... You raised me.
Bruce: Do you think Selina is gonna be able to smell it?
Steph: Are you kidding? That woman has the nose of a bloodhound. And the breasts of a Greek goddess...
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