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manias-wordcount · 1 year

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Hii! I'd like to request a oneshot of Ban x F!reader where Ban falls deeper for y/n after hearing her sing for the first time The two of them have known each other since they were kids and ban has feelings for her but is hesitant to confess, Then one night there were lots of customers in the boar hat so Meliodas thought of having some source of entertainment and Elizabeth suggested for y/n to sing bc she heard her sing one time. Ty!! 🥰

Singing as You Smile (Ban x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲!! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 :]

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

He used to think your best quality was your smile.

It was hard not to. It’s the same pretty smile you had since the two of you were kids. Running around, trying to face the world as best as you could. No matter the hardships the two of you faced, you always found a way to bring so much to his life. No matter the things that constantly tried to separate the two of you, you always found your way back to him. No matter how many times he was killed. No matter how many times he was hunted. No matter how many times he fought or he battled or he won or he lost- you always found a way to smile. For him. For others.

For yourself.

You were the type of person who could just look at a poor, beat-down stranger and make their day better. You were the type of person who could glance at a crying, screaming toddler and get them to calm down. It was all because of the way your lips would tug upwards, and you would expose your pearly whites. It was all because of the way your eyes would glow with so much happiness. It was all because you smiled. It was all because of your smile. No one else deserved that credit. No one but you.

But now…

“Sing another one! Sing another one!”

“You got it!”

…he’s starting to have second thoughts.

Ban’s eyes can’t help but scan the faces of the crowd as his hand absently dries mug after mug now that they’ve been thoroughly washed. Surprisingly, orders from the kitchen have slowed down, and he was able to take advantage of this short break to really focus on something else. Though he knows it won’t last that way forever. The night still feels young, and the tavern is jam-packed. Men and women alike were crowding around tables and cheering animated for something. Cheering for you.

Because at the center of it all? Past the crowds of drunkards slamming their half-empty cups onto aged wooden tables? Past the stamping of feet against cobblestone floors and contained by the tavern’s sturdy walls? Past all these people who just don’t matter? There’s you. Smiling, your great, big, beautiful smile.

Smiling, your great, big, beautiful smile as you sing.

Ban lets out a sigh. He can’t count how many times he had done that since his shift started. For the umpteenth time today, he’s glad all the attention is on you, so there’s no one here to poke fun at his emotions. But could you blame him? You just look so damn pretty when performing for a crowd. Your hair was done up in a style he hadn’t seen you wear before. And your tavern uniform was changed up just the tiniest bit to show that you were more than just some barmaid. That you were more than just bargirl too. That you were a star. That you are a star.

Tonight and for many more nights to come.

He looks away briefly to set the mug in his hand down. It takes him a short amount of time to grab the next one that needs to be dried and to get to work with the same rag that he had been using all night. But it takes him an even shorter amount of time to let his eyes fall back onto you. There it is again. That smile of yours. But it’s accompanied by a lovely voice that he knows could only belong to you. It flies through the air and circles around the room. It fills the ears of everyone, and it travels straight to the heart so it can fill that spot as well. It does everything in its power to create magic. It does everything in its power to create peace. And it’s a melody. A melody so perfect, a melody holy. A melody he swears belongs to the goddesses. Yet it belongs to you. It belongs only to you. And still, you share it. You share your voice with others. With strangers with breaths stained with beer. With friends who are the first to cheer.

With him.

You share your voice with him especially. Just like you share your smile with him. Just like you share your presence with him. Just like you share your life with him. At least, that’s what he likes to believe. Because for a moment during this new song that you’re singing, your eyes slide over to his. As always, your smile is still there. But shining even brighter than before, you sing the words to a song he knows he heard you hum before. And because you’re looking at him, he can’t help but smile back at you too.

He knows it isn’t as sweet as yours. He knows his lips always form a smirk and his red eyes always hold a type of glint in them that would make anyone guilty of any crime grow scared. He knows that in this moment, he’s not as special as you are. He knows that for all moments that will come after, he will never be as special as you are. As perfect as you are too. Yet somehow…

When he smiled at you, you seemed to grow brighter. Your perfect voice grows impossibly more perfect. Your words carry so much emotion, and the cheers from the crowd grow louder. Your smile grows, and that halo of light that seems to shine around you? It shines unapologetically. Like this was what you were born to do. Like this is what you were always meant to do.

Meant to smile. Meant to sing. Meant to uplift the hearts of the people around you. Meant to bring happiness, and light, and all things good to any person you meet. One song at a time. One smile at a time. One glance at a time.

When you finally look away, Ban continues to watch you. You continue your performance, and you finish your song. You bask in claps and the cheers of all the patrons. And you listen to the calls for “one more!” with that same too damn pretty across your face. Somewhere off to the side, Elizabeth is looking up at you with utter awe and amazement. Somewhere off to the other side, the Captain is looking smug at the thought of all the money you were bringing in for the tavern. But that all fades away as you start to give the crowd your big smile again. But that all fades away as you open your mouth and you start to sing again. And that all fades away as you smile and as you smile and as you spare just one more glance at him.

And this time, he doesn’t even have to think about smiling back.

Because he had never stopped smiling for you in the first place.

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jewel-pixelheart · 4 months

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FNAF OC - Samantha Price

Another FNAF OC rework 🎉

Along with Blueberry, Sam was one of my first FNAF OC ever ! I'm proud I got the chance to gave her a new life ✨️

*This version of Sam is only canon to the games and to my own interpretation of the timeline. Her book/graphic novel version will be describe in another post.

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Physical Appearance

Sam is a women in her late twenties. She have hazel eyes and light brown, almost blonde hair. When she is working at Freddy's during the day, she wear the female uniform : a light purple blouse, with her tag name and a purple pencil skirt. She usually tie her hair up in a French twist.

As a Night Guard, she wear another uniform, more practical. She is still wearing a light purple blouse, with black pants, dark boots and a Security cap. Her hair are simply attached in a low ponytail.

Personality

Samantha can be described as this "normal/random" girl working at a restaurant and living a banal life. She don't especially want to drive attention on her, and try to be as discreet as possible. Nevertheless, she is polite and do her best to help customers to enjoy their experience at Freddy's.

Sam loves to take care of people, especially children. When she was with her little sister years ago, she enjoyed spending time with her and inventing games and activities they could do together. She also took care of her grandmother when she moved to her house. While working at Freddy's, Samantha take special care to entertain children, like she did with Lizzy when they were young.

Sam is stubborn but purposeful. Even if she stick to her ideas/goals, she knows when she have to stop or reconsidering her choices/actions. While she was searching for the truth about her sister's disappearance, she learned how to be carefull and discreet in order to get informations she needs. Even tho, sometimes she can be too clumsy and nosy, which can get her into troubles.

Appearances

Samantha Price was born on September 1967. She was rised by her mother and grandmother, since her father left them when she was still a baby. When she was 7 yo, her mother fell in love with another man. In 1979, they had a daughter together named Elizabeth Gibson, Sam' step sister.

Sam and Lizzy were inseparable. Even if they didn't have the same age, Sam loves to take care of her little sister. Unfortunately a terrible event will separate them forever. In 1985, while Sam's family was dining at Freddy's Fazbear's Pizza, Lizzy along with other kids disappeared.

Months after the incident, Sam will leave her home town to live with her grandmother. Her parents were not able to take care of her anymore, her family was falling apart from this tragedy.

After the death of her grandmother, and years after the missing children incident at Freddy's, Sam decided to come back to the restaurant and discover what truly happened to Lizzy in 1985.

Now in 1993, Sam is working at Freddy's for more then 2 years. But the arrival of her new colleague, Mike Schmidt will change her routine. Together, their going to discover what really happened at Freddy's years ago...

Will they survive this terrible experience ?

Do not copy, retrace or use my art without my consent !

#oc #fan character #original character #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #five nights at freddy's oc #fnaf oc #micheal afton #fnaf michael afton #mike schmidt #fnaf mike schmidt

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curseofbreadbear · 5 months

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@slaughterlocked ❤’d!

[Baby could pick William's soul out of any line-up; everything he'd subjected himself to left quite a mark, detectable, no matter what form he took. Perhaps it was because she resonated with the idea of disguising herself that she recognized him, even now -- she'd needed to hide to accomplish her goals from the very beginning. "Pretending" had, in essence, been what she was designed to do.]

[That was why she'd meticulously kept up a false identity ever since the construction of the Pizzaplex. The number of victims she'd amassed gave her a large pool of "identities" to pick from, and so she settled on a nostalgic one -- Sarah -- to don in public. Now, however -- now she was in the presence of a man who would recognize her and regret it.]

[Baby hadn't been lying in wait; she'd done her research, learned about the Pizzaplex, and in the process...she'd gotten to see William's new lackey. Baby had always been vulnerable to replacement, being an "inadequate," forever-incomplete piece of technology -- but seeing that reality unfold right before her eyes was an absolute betrayal. Her entire existence had been devoted to helping William, hoping that he might show her the tiniest shred of affection; instead, the second they separated, he forgot about her. She was sick and tired of acting with only her father in mind; if he could toss her aside, the same way her creator had ages ago, then she would show no mercy. This time, her father was the latest subject of her wrath.]

[Baby had been plotting this meeting for some time now; she needed him alone, vulnerable. Her entire being craved to strike, to kill him and be free of his influence, but she held off...for now. She first wanted to see the look on his face when he saw his daughter again.]

[Baby lurked in the shadows, watching the Plex's engineer very carefully; nobody was around. She'd made certain of that. She took a step forward, then tweaked her voice to match Elizabeth's -- a simple feat, since Elizabeth's spirit was still here.]

❝ Daddy? ❞ [A cold look in her eye, she took another step forward, revealing herself. It wasn't perfect, but one of her victims had a striking resemblance to Elizabeth. Baby stepped forward, a new mask gracing her features, making her near-identical to his daughter. It was a cruel trick, but William deserved nothing but cruelty.]

❝ Did you forget about me? ❞

#slaughterlocked #slaughterlocked; 007 #🍦 |v| ᵗᵒᵗᵃˡ ᶤᶰˢᵉᶜᵘʳᶤᵗʸˑ (011.) |v| 🍦#{ HOPE THIS IS OK!!! i've been dying to write her and her sb verses might be my favorite... }#{ this could theoretically even be a prequel to my lil ''master manipulator'' verse for her lmao }#{ she is PISSED }#🍦 || you're right to be wary; i know how to pretend. (circus baby.) || 🍦

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f4nd0m-fun · 1 year

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@sonicman613 @thatonegaybitch68 @hallowsden

This one is more a character thing and who I've figured out have wings.

Also, more focused on DC here, so they'll have little blurbs, but DP is just a blob of info.

Bruce Wayne was a distant descendent of Jonathan Nightingale, many greats-grandson of his only daughter.

Mrs. Nightingale fled Salem, heading north to the Gotham Settlement. Her husband was to be taken to the pyre, with no knowledge of his future child, but she knew there was no way to save him. She didn't know about the curse he had placed on the Nightingale bloodline to torment his brother, only knowing of the experiments his father had done to reawaken the long dormant bloodline.

Elizabeth was born normal enough, and the feathers never truly became wings, but they were a blight upon her back that many refused to touch. Eventually, though, she managed to marry, and her last name changed to Wayne.

Because of the nature of the curse and magic lineages often being stronger than genetic ones (depending on how the magic is curated for the lines), those Bruce Wayne takes in as his children find themselves with wings of their own, fledglings with one kind that mature into another as they grow up.

-----

The Drake's name came from their duck wings, something Janet did not like, but she'd married in for another reason. Besides, Jack seemed to be happy to let her handle Timothy most days after he was born, it was just a matter of making him agree with her.

"Remember, Timothy, keep your wings close to you, you don't want to cause problems, right?"

Sometimes, Tim could still hear his mother reprimanding him. Like that time he tried to fly.

"Timothy, no! Get back here!" She looked at the guests, and apologized to them.

After that night, he hadn't tried to fly again. Sure, short glides were used while he was following the Beasts around. But he never flew.

And when he joined the Beasts? He slowly lost even his ability to glide, wings burning away as flame robin feathers, the same kind Jason had had, slowly replaced his own, replacement holding yet another meaning once Jason returned.

Eventually, he got better, he grew new wings, the tattered ones burning into a deep crimson of a cardinal. He found out who he was, and learned to fly.

-----

Dent also has wings, but, sheet his accident, one was left scarred and burnt. Eventually, he gets a prosthetic, but he doesn't wear it when he's not flying because it's uncomfortable to wear.

People have made jokes about Harvey and Bruce being angels, Wayne with his flecked snowy owl wings, and Dent with his pure white egret feathers. While Bruce helps from above, with his charities and search for the future, Harvey strikes from below, using the law to the best of his ability, finding every loophole he can to help the victims.

But then he was burned, and the angel fell from grace. Half his body scared, wings blackened like a raven, charred like hell descended, warping the great one's mind.

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Jonathan Crane came from a family with literal crane wings, but the Nightingale Fenton lineage won out. Eventually, though, his wings take the form they were supposed to, better matching his lanky frame.

The experiments and abuse he faced at his father's hands left his wings battered and torn, the black sheen far from the white of the adult in front of him. Certainly, his father's wings were tipped with black, but it was nowhere near the depth of darkness that Jonathan had. Jon, though, was glad his parents had separated. His father taking him, leaving his brother safe with their mother.

As he aged in this abusive environment, an old friend of his past self began to show, taking interest in Jonathan, until he was broken enough to call on it, though it wasn't the creature's fault, the supposed father was more demon than the beast at this point, and the entity was glad to take the fledgling out of there, all but old enough to handle himself in several matters anyway.

-----

Jim Gordon has hummingbird wings. They're part of a family curse, if you want to see it that way, only passed down to the males of the family. Barbera doesn't have them, and isn't sure how dominant they are in regards to passing them down.

••••••••••

The Fenton family, aside from Madeline, have wings. However, Jazz's were acquired though the magic of the lineage and not the blood, as she's actually Harley Quinn's daughter, given to an old school friend (Madeline) to be away from the Joker.

Danny Fenton lost his wings when he gained his scars, but, like any powerful ghost, will grow into them. The most notable ghosts with wings, however, are the ancients.

Dorathea and Aragon both have leathery wings. These are tied to their amulets though and not their natural ghost power.

Sam's parents have wings. No one can figure out why she doesn't though.

Tucker somehow built a jetpack.

Ghost Writer has wings and uses his feathers as quills instead of using a typewriter. He also collects other ghost's feathers, with permission, to turn them into quills as well. These ones are in a collection though and not to be used.

Wes has wings as well, from his dad's side, though his father refused to stay in Gotham with her (Ives' sister), and took the boys with him.

••••••••••

At the moment, this is everyone.

#winged uncle scarecrow au #winged uncle jonathan au #uncle scarecrow wings au #uncle scarecrow au

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ulvblod · 20 days

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ULVBLOD⸻ INDEPENDENT, MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE AND SELECTIVE BLOG FOR LADY LYANNA STARK FROM A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE AND HBO'S HOUSE OF THE DRAGON AND GAME OF THRONES. CST + 3. SHE/HER. WRITTEN BY CALI. (#)

PSA: this account follows the R + L equals J, meaning she and Rhaegar are Jon Snow's biological parents. i won't be changing this for the comfort of others as it's vital on how I portray lyanna. people also note that this will follow the show's ages instead of the books.

promo.

temporary rules under the cut:

01ㅤ| ㅤㅤintroductionㅤ : ㅤmy name is CALI (SHE/HER, CST+3) born in 1994, 21+ .welcome to my LADY LYANNA STARK muse blog. this blog is private, selective and mutually exclusive. meaning i won't interact with blogs that are not mutuals with me. [this blog is open to plotting both on discord via tupperbox and tumblr].

02.ㅤ| ㅤㅤactivityㅤ : activity on this blog will be medium to low through the week days. i'm mostly active at nights and from fridays to sundays activity will be higher through the weekends and through tupperbox on discord .best way to reach me will be through discord that can be asked upon request to create a 1x1 server or just to talk. [please don't pressure me for replies or asks. as well, communication is key, i'm not a mind reader so if something is bothering you, asking me is okay.].

03.ㅤ| ㅤthreadsㅤ : ㅤthreads will be dropped and asks will be cleared. we are always welcome to do multi threads at the same time. if i get overwhelmed i will usually drop things to start over. i have a generalized anxiety disorder so that affects my productivity too asks are always welcome to be turned into threads . do not reblog memes from me unless we are mutuals. [and if you want to unfollow me, please softblock. as well, if we are friends, always reach out if you are uncomfortable, i will do my best to improve]

04.ㅤ| ㅤㅤformattingㅤ : ㅤfrom january, 2023 , this blog is forced to have only the BETA EDITOR + TRIM. please keep this in mind while roleplaying with me if you are still using the legacy editor. I no longer use small text as my go-to formatting but i might use it at times. i am still available to use legacy when required but do keep this in mind ㅤ[BETA EDITOR + REGULAR TEXT + DOUBLE SPACE. WILL USE ICONS IRREGULARY.]

05.ㅤ| BANNED FACECLAIMS. elizabeth olsen, scarlett johansson, jeremy renner, amber heard, allison mack, gal gadot, johnny depp.

06.ㅤ| ㅤㅤcreditsㅤ : psd, graphics, promo are all done made by me through my resource blog. some days i will be iconless and others i will use them, mostly when i'm at home. [i write novella, multi-para and single line as well text roleplay via discord/tupperbox and tumblr as well].

07.ㅤ| ㅤㅤshippingㅤ : ㅤ shipping is wonderful and it's one of my favorite things in the world. both robert and lyanna and rhaegar and lyanna will be explored as they are central as her two more romantic relationships but I am open to other relationships, I am also interested in arthur and lyanna. and in any survival au, we can talk about other ships. please note that lyanna was aware rhaegar was married but under the impression that a valyrian marriage and a northern marriage count as separate from the faith. jon legitimacy is disputed but they were wed by their own customs.

08.ㅤ| ㅤㅤDNIㅤ : ㅤ due to personal reasons, i won't be roleplaying with characters from the following fandoms. DC'S STARGIRL, PEACEMAKER, MUSES FROM THE BATMAN (2022) AND HORROR MUSES BASED (SELECTIVE), WRESTLING FACECLAIMS. unless we are friends. on my other non ck related muses i don't mind but i have had some bad experiences in the past [personal DNI can be given in privacy, however no name drops will be given here as none of the people are bad and DNI worthy, just uncomfortable].

09.ㅤ| ㅤㅤetiquetteㅤ : ㅤ don't godmod my muse. small things are welcomed. if your muse wants to hurt her psychically, you need to let me know i just want to be given a heads up if you will ever do a thing to hurt them. i assure you, i will not mind if plotted. [as well, don't assume ships with me unless we are friends].

10.ㅤ| a song of ice and fire : ㅤ the world of a song of ice and fire involves death, gore, betrayal, medieval like talks, fantasy talk as well mentions of incest, all will be present so keep this in mind.

11.ㅤ| changes: ㅤhere are a few of the changes regarding my lyanna from show and even book. if you don't like, don't follow. and if you do, please respect the choices.

lyanna was the knight of the laughing tree. rhaegar finds this out.

she does try to avoid rhaegar after she is given the crown of love and beauty but there are magical and otherworldly stakes.

lyanna becomes aware of the prophecy of ice and fire and that there has to be three dragons, and despite her respect for elia, she does fall for rhaegar. despite this the pregnancy surprise her.

he takes her out of winterfell before going to dorne where she spends a whole year and something.

she falls quickly pregnant after that considering a pregnancy period is of nine months.

while she tells need that the child's name is aegon, in honor of the prophecy, she wants him to have a northern name. she never learns what ned names him.

this is more a headcanon of mine, but her tomb is constructed over where vermax, jacaerys velaryon's dragon lay a hatch of eggs. only one of them remains. ned founds it when building her crypt and puts the crown of winter roses, one of rhaegar's rubies and the egg for jon, eventually to find.

#✧ ( out ) / ･ﾟ no more winter .#✧ ( pinned post ) / ･ﾟ dni .

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sanctamater · 10 months

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Did you pretend I was Zachary when you made the order?

there will always be many things: he will always be angry, and she will always be drowning. there will always be a city, always be a war, always be a man - above all, there will always be silence. it stretches between them; through the years, the decades that separate them. our lady cannot decipher where her own silence ends and his begins - only that they have always existed within it; and that it will always be theirs. her own twists her insides, her tongue - climbing up her throat when she attempts to speak, and the voice that leaves her is never quite her own - it isn't a human sound, either.

' johnny. ' she does not look at him. them. johnny, but not. johnny in a new body that walked the same, grinned the same - mean and cruel, all teeth ( she'd never been able to feed him enough, no matter how many times johnny sat at her table. ); the way he slouched - johnny, but johnny was dead. gone. zeroed. and she had mourned - she had. our lady of sorrows is not called that for nothing; and all of night city had seen her tears in 4K; plastered across billboards in the aftermath of it all.

our lady had mourned. grieved, alone. not just for him, but for everyone in that blaze - for elizabeth, for herself. she had mourned, and she had accepted it; prayed that at least johnny had gone to somewhere he would not be so fucking angry all the time - but here he was, in a body that did not belong to him, feet on her coffee table, drinking her booze like he owned the place. like he had never left. her eye twitches.

' even now, you still make everything about you. ' her voice falls flat; monotone - and our lady shifts in her suit, in her skin - resolutely staring at the skyline from above; the smog, the neon lights - she'd done this fifty years ago, too; when johnny was mean and drunk. when nothing she said was right and nothing he did was ever enough and it always ended with a fight. her eyes shut. she takes a breath - steadying herself, fighting back the familiar burn of anger at the base of her skull.

johnny had always known how to push her buttons, how to make her yell. if our lady didn't know any better, she would think that johnny liked to see her angry. that he wanted her furious. the thought sits uncomfortably in her mind's eye - and she shrugs it off; straightening - a rare ache to her spine as her gaze shifts; focusing on the muddied reflection of not-johnny in the glass. poor child, our lady thinks. poor child, caught up in this. a delicate hand reaches out, makes an aborted motion to drag against the shape of johnny in her window - to smudge his face with her finger prints so that she would not have to see him - god knows his eyes are burning a hole in the back of her. it would not be the first hole he has made; not the first knife he had stabbed in that bleeding heart of hers - but it would be the smallest.

' what do you want me to say, johnny? ' what do you want me to say that i have not already said? what do you want me to do that i have not already done. against her better judgement, she looks over her shoulder, and winces. suddenly, our lady is tired - old. she looks her age, for but a moment - but a moment is a moment and it is gone just as quickly when our lady straightens, turns to face him, finally. ' want me to tell you yes? that this was all just to spit in his face? that i wept and wailed when i realised what i had done? what had happened? that i was heartbroken it wasn't him dead, but you in his place? '

the words tumble from her - hot and furious, quick and harsh; that knot of silence untying the more she speaks, the more her voice rises - never a yell, no; a testament to her own self control, the way she redirects her anger. our lady should be above something so human as fury, so mundane as hate - but looking at johnny ( no, not johnny ); our lady knows she hates him. she does. she does. god help her, she does; and it twists in her gut as surely as johnny sticking a knife there - as surely as the alcohol burns her throat when she moves closer, pulling the glass from his hand to down it.

' no, johnny. ' her lips curl; and our lady leans in - closer to him than she wants to be, further from him than she wants to be; eyes twin flames of mutiny and rage. she can feel johnny's breath; smell the liquor on him, the smoke. so much for staying calm. our lady's voice is a hiss - her face contorted into a mask of rage, a mockery of what was once so fair and true. ' no, i imagined you. i imagined you dead there - and i thought it would be a fraction of what you deserved. a fraction of the pain i felt. and even then, it would not be enough for what i wanted you to feel. ' there's a pause - her eyes search his for something, anything - our lady does not know what she is looking for. perhaps she never did.

' i hope it hurt. i hope you were afraid. and i hope you were alone. '

#RABBIT THIS WAS A NUKE THE FUCK -#🕊️❝ she speaks in channels ! ( answered. )#🕊️❝ ( verse. ) there’s no such thing as a fair game. only winners and losers.#nc488402-v #🕊️❝ noli me tangere. ( j. s. & a. c. )

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bex-la-get · 2 years

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Jealousy, Jealousy (Ethan x f!MC)

Book: Open Heart

Characters: Ethan Ramsey x Natalie Cusack

Special Appearance: Elizabeth White (OC)

Word count: 1720

Summary: Nat wasn’t the type to get jealous. But when she meets her, things begin to change.

Rating: T

Category: Angst; Hurt/Comfort

Author’s Note: I’ve been trying to write this jealousy fic for months and while vacuuming of all things, I got some inspiration and was able to get this written down! Shoutout to @genevievemd for proofreading this for me! You’re a gem, dear Brain Twin! 💙

Natalie watched as Ethan schmoozed and networked with investors and stakeholders, smiling to herself. Ethan may have hated these types of events, but she had to admit: he was good. His charming smile and assertive manner made for quite the impression and nearly everyone he spoke to left dazzled by the Great Ethan Ramsey.

As he split from the latest investor he was speaking to, he walked over to her and smiled, making her heart skip a beat. He leaned down and kissed her softly. She smiled up at him when they broke apart. “I know this isn’t your cup of tea, but you’re kind of rocking it out there,” she said.

He shrugged. “Thanks. Like it or not, we need investors and stakeholders and if I have to schmooze a few to ensure the hospital continues to thrive, I’m willing to suffer through it.”

“Well, just know, your sacrifice is appreciated,” Nat said, laughing.

Ethan rolled his eyes and smiled, before looking back out over the crowd of people. Natalie noticed when he spotted someone, as his body straightened up immediately. She expected a look of grudging acceptance of his fate, but instead she saw his eyes light up and a beaming smile grace his lips. “Elizabeth!” he exclaimed.

Natalie followed his gaze to find a beautiful blonde woman, around Ethan’s age, approach them, smiling. “Well, I’ll be damned,” she said in a lilting British accent. “Ethan Ramsey, in the flesh.”

The two embraced tightly, and Natalie couldn't help but notice how at ease the two seemed with each other. When they separated, Ethan gestured to Natalie. “Nat, this is an old friend of mine, Elizabeth White. Liz, this is Dr. Natalie Cusack. She’s Co-Head of the Diagnostics Team with me and a brilliant doctor all around.”

Elizabeth smiled warmly at Natalie and shook her head. “Pleasure to meet you, Dr. Cusack.”

“Natalie’s just fine,” Nat replied, returning the woman’s smile. Is this the same Liz as his Undergrad girlfriend? She thought to herself. And why didn’t he introduce me as his girlfriend? He always introduces me as his girlfriend first.

Natalie shook her head, trying to get the thoughts that were flooding her brain to quiet down. As she tuned back into the conversation, she watched Ethan and Elizabeth converse with practiced ease. “What are you doing here?” Ethan asked.

“Same as you: working,” she replied. “I’m working with some non-profit organizations to boost their donations and public awareness. Basically, I’m doing a lot of schmoozing.”

Ethan laughed. “We have that in common, then.”

“Still hating every second of it?” she asked.

He nodded, chuckling. “Absolutely.”

“Good to know some things never change, then.”

Natalie listened to the conversation, contributing where she could, as unease settled into her stomach. What was wrong with her? Was she… jealous? Noooo. She wasn’t the jealous type. It wasn’t like her to feel this way around other women, especially Ethan’s exes. Granted, the only other ex she had ever met was Harper, but Harper was a trusted colleague and friend. And Nat had never been jealous of Harper, ever.

So, why was Elizabeth different?

“And how is dear Tobias?” she heard Elizabeth ask. “Are you two still causing trouble everywhere you go?”

“Us? Never!” Ethan replied, exaggeratedly.

God, there was so much history here. Probably more than Nat had ever realized. She looked over Elizabeth again and couldn’t help but compare the older woman to herself.

Elizabeth exuded elegance, dressed in a designer navy blue pantsuit, her blonde hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. Meanwhile, Nat was in an old black cocktail dress she bought for her Undergrad School graduation and her hair was down, in its natural wavy state, frizzing up due to the humidity from the afternoon’s previous rainstorm. By comparison, Nat didn’t hold a torch to Elizabeth. And with every passing moment, Natalie felt more and more inadequate. And all she wanted to do was get the hell out of here.

Blessedly, someone called Elizabeth’s name from across the room and the woman smiled sheepishly. “Duty calls,” she said. She hugged Ethan again as she said her goodbyes. “It was absolutely lovely to see you, Ethan. And it was a delight meeting you, Natalie.”

“Likewise,” Nat said, forcing a smile.

She watched as Elizabeth walked away and fought the urge to hide in the nearest bathroom and scream into a hand towel.

Ethan turned his attention back to Nat and furrowed his brows, a look of concern shadowing his features. “Are you okay?”

She shook her head. “I’m not feeling very well,” she said. “Can we get out of here?”

“Of course.” Without wasting another moment, Ethan ushered the two of them out of the event and back into the car. The entire ride back home, Ethan continued to check on her, asking if she was alright; Nat merely hummed in response, staring out the window the entire time. Her thoughts were racing in her head and she couldn’t quiet them enough to think of a better response.

By the time they got home, Ethan was nearly at his wit’s end trying to figure out what was wrong. “Nat, please talk to me. You’re starting to scare me.”

She was staring out the patio door, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

“Nat?”

A reasoning voice sounded off in her head. Tell him! You’re the one who insists on communication. Tell him what’s wrong. The tears she’d been holding back started to fall, and she sucked in a deep breath. “You didn’t introduce me as your girlfriend.”

“What?”

She sniffled, and forcibly wiped the escaping tears away. “When you introduced me to Elizabeth. You didn’t introduce me as your girlfriend. You always introduce me as ‘This is my girlfriend, Natalie, my Co-Head of Diagnostics.’ Instead, it was just ‘Dr. Cusack.’”

“I-- I’m sorry, Nat. I didn’t realize that was important to you.”

“Well, it is!” She snapped. She covered her face with her hand and fought the sob that wanted to escape. “Sorry,” she whispered.

“Nat, will you look at me, please?” Ethan said, stepping closer to her.

She sniffled and did as he asked. His eyes flashed with concern as he looked over the devastation on her face. “Nat--”

“I know it’s stupid,” she said, pulling away from him. “We’re adults, I shouldn’t be upset that you didn’t call me your girlfriend but she’s your ex and it’s the first time I met her and instead of being introduced as your girlfriend, I was just introduced as your colleague and--” she was rambling now, “and it just made me feel less than, okay?!

“She’s fucking perfect. She has the designer suits, the accomplishments, the hair, and she’s blonde and I--” she looked down at herself, “I’m not. I don’t have any of that.” She wrapped her arms around herself again, a protective position she’d had since she was a child.

“Oh, Nat,” Ethan said. He slowly stepped toward her again.

“I know, it’s stupid. I’m just being stupid.”

“Don’t you dare say that about yourself,” Ethan said, firmly. He stepped closer to her again, closing the distance between them. “Natalie, baby, listen to me.” He placed his fingers under her chin and moved her face so she was looking at him. “You are not stupid, in any way at all. Your feelings are valid, remember that.”

He cupped her cheeks with his hands and used his thumbs to gently wipe away her tears. “First of all, I want to apologize for not introducing you as my girlfriend. You’re right, I didn’t introduce you with that title first and I should have. But I’m just so damn proud of you that I wanted to showcase your accomplishments. It didn’t occur to me that my omitting ‘girlfriend’ would have hurt you. I’m sorry that it did and I’ll be sure not to make that mistake again.

“Secondly, Elizabeth might be accomplished in her career field but that doesn’t make you any less accomplished than she is. You’re the youngest fellow the Diagnostics Team has ever had, not to mention Co-Head of said team. You saved Naveen’s life as an intern and you’re paving the way to make healthcare more affordable for those without insurance. These aren’t things to sniff at, Nat. You’re making more of a difference than you realize.

“And thirdly, designer suits and nice hair don’t define a person, my love. You are a phenomenal person just the way you are, and you don’t need anything fancy to prove that. That being said, if you want the designer suits, I’m more than happy to give you my card and let you go shopping.”

A small smile appeared on Nat’s lips and she shook her head. Ethan returned her smile. “Lastly,” he continued, “Liz may be my ex, yes. But that period ended for us a long time ago. She’s happily married now and I consider her to be nothing more than a dear friend. You, on the other hand, are everything to me. You are the love of my life and nothing is going to change that, Natalie. Nothing.” She sniffled and he wiped more escaped tears away. “Baby, you are the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. You are the one that I want day and night. And it doesn’t matter to me whether you’re in a designer suit or sweat pants and an oversized t-shirt; you are fucking beautiful and perfect in my eyes, always.”

Natalie nodded and sniffled again. “I’m sorry. I feel like such a dick, now.”

Ethan shook his head and pulled her into a tight embrace, kissing the top of her head. “Don’t feel that way. You’re allowed to feel the things you feel. Just, don’t shut me out again, okay? I can’t ease your concerns if you don’t tell me about them.”

Nat nodded. “Okay, I promise.”

“I love you, Nat. Always.”

“I love you too.”

They held each other for a long moment before Ethan pulled back and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “And for the record,” he whispered against her skin, “I much prefer redheads.”

Natalie giggled and Ethan grinned before kissing her soundly on the lips, letting the last of her worries fade away.

A/N: Tagging separately.

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silverhandj · 9 months

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@sanctamater,

' i hope it hurt. i hope you were afraid. and i hope you were alone. '

Night City had front-row seats that night she wallowed for a city half carved out with a bomb, a silver hand, and a petrol smile gleaming mean; this will be my last concert. i love you all. And what fuelled that better than the hatred against all that she stood for, 107 floors high up, he had hoped she’d hear him; them, the screams of many shouting his lyrics back to him like a Demiurge; this was never about toppling the structures of colonialist capitalists, was it, Johnny?! This was about your ego, this was about being a legend, this was about proving a point - Every accusation only added oil to fire, and licked at his nerves like a shot of Black ICE rushing like adrenaline in his blood stream. It was all small in the bigger plan, or maybe, it was just about doing this because he fucking could.

The years in digi-prison eat at his mind like a bad bug, a glitch in his optic ware, except he was beyond that now, wasn’t he? Fashioned in enegramatic infrastructure that looked like Johnny, felt like Johnny, sounded like Johnny; what do you want me to say? He shrugs, rolls his shoulders back leisurely and leans against the Militech architecture made chrome and new, a testament to her gilded cage where she cooed her daily platitudes; Our Most Merciful Mother. A sardonic smile curls onto his lips like she’d just told a bad joke, and he hums in response when she makes it clear how emotionally wrought his death had cut her up on the inside; a lie, no doubt. Damned if he wasn’t sweet on the flattery to his personhood, though.

You’re always taking it too far, Johnny; delving off the deep end in the recesses of what drives a person to the edge. It was just about the most real thing he could count on these days, the kind that cuts deep to the core and shows the heart of the matter. Silver fingers twitch, and in a blink, there’s a fake cigarette between them, lit and tasting like the real thing from which he inhales, and exhales in a steady stream as the crux of her anger reaches its peak. Better to let her get it out, who knew how fucking long she had to keep it in.

What a shitshow this was, the plots of many converging to this single instance where a Lady most Merciful utters her words to him like a god’s honest truth, and what love had blossomed between the two was snuffed out long ago the minute he went back into a burning building. He leans in, glasses as red as sin, “ Nah, you don’t get to feel fuck all... ” his voice is low, intimate and calm despite the anger she wore and didn’t quite fit.

“ Just make your peace with forever feeling nothing after the shit you pulled that night, Amelia. Christ, it was like the hand of god was moving through you that night, ”

Theatrics spill from him like a professional musician, and he finally smiles in her face. She wanted him mad, he realized. She liked it when she was the victim, huh? Couldn’t quite hold it against her in judgment when you have someone like Zachary as a husband, but it did make him feel a little sad, a little forlorn, that whatever she did in kindness wasn’t really real. What was, though, in a city like this? A dark future where no one got a happy ending, just the truth, and half the time, not even that.

“ In all his mercy, in all his judgement.... ”

9 millions lives were flatlined that night, and Our Lady cried.

“ Zachary knew how to pick ‘em, huh? Fucking stupid of me to hope you were above that, huh? “

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janeeyreheresy · 1 year

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Real Life

So, why did Charlotte Bronte write Jane Eyre the way she did?

In 1842 Charlotte Bronte and her sister Emily travelled to Brussels and enrolled at a school, a pensionnat. As the sisters planned to start their own boarding school, they first needed to expand their education. They were able to pay for their board and tuition by teaching--Charlotte taught English, Emily music. The school was run by a married couple, the Hegers. Constantin Heger was a teacher and, by all accounts, one very passionate about his profession. Charlotte had a massive crush on him. It's not hard to understand. He was the one who first recognised her talent for writing. In October 1942, Elizabeth Branwell, aunt to Bronte children, who had lived with the family since their mother's death (she was the mother's sister), died and Charlotte and Emily left the school for home. Charlotte returned to Brussels on her own in January 1843 and stayed there for a year.

The extent of her feelings was not known until The Times published Charlotte's letters to Prof Heger in 1913. The letters were torn and glued back together again. They are also rather one sided, it appears Heger rarely responded. Here's an excerpt from one dated January 1845 (source):

all I know – is that I cannot – that I will not resign myself to the total loss of my master’s friendship – I would rather undergo the greatest bodily pains that have my heart constantly lacerated by searing regrets. If my master withdraws his friendship from me entirely I shall be absolutely without hope – if he gives me a little friendship – a very little – I shall be content – happy, I would have a motive for living – for working. Monsieur, the poor do not need a great deal to live on – they ask only the crumbs of bread which fall from the rich men’s table – but if they are refused these crumbs - they die of hunger - No more do I need a great deal of affection from those I love – I would not know what to do with a whole and complete friendship – I am not accustomed to it – but you showed a little interest in me in days gone by when I was your pupil in Brussels – and I cling to the preservation of this little interest – I cling to it as I would cling on to life.

Do you see it? "I will not resign myself to the total loss of my master's friendship". "Monsieur, the poor do not need a great deal to live on - they ask only the crumbs of bread."

Charlotte Bronte wrote an emotionally unavailable man as the main heroine's love interest, because her own love interest was unavailable--he was married. It also explains Jane never calling him Edward--Charlotte never got to call the man she loved by his first name.

The age difference between Charlotte and the professor was not as big as the age difference between Jane and Rochester--only 7 years. But at the time of the publication of Jane Eyre in 1847, he was 38--the same age as Rochester in the book.

I wonder, when she came back to the pensionnat in January 1843, did he ask her where she had been? Did she answer, with her family as her aunt died, and did he say to her: "a true Charlottian reply"?

Was the geography fail in the With a Proposal Like This, Who Needs Death Threats post a slip of a pen? When she returned home for good, Charlotte was separated from Heger by the English Channel. In the book, had Jane taken the job in Ireland, she would have been separated from Rochester by the Irish Sea. (I know it was a fake job, but work with me here.) Yet Rochester talks of the Channel. Did Charlotte make this mistake subconsciously? (Otherwise it's got to be the Watsonian explanation of Rochester making a slip of a tongue--he was used to being separated from his mistresses by the Channel. He said himself he never went to Ireland.)

Why a Mad Wife?

The idea of a madwoman most likely came from Charlotte's visit to Norton Conyers in North Yorkshire. The place has a legend of such a madwoman confined to the attic. That is well known. However, we're not talking about mad women inhabiting Norton Conyers. We're in my abyss of dark theories.

Constantin Heger's wife was Claire Zoe Parent. She was the one who owned the school. According to this source, she made him sign in the ledger for his salary.

So she appeared to be the one with the wealth.

I wonder, what colour was her hair?

Portrait of the Heger family by Ange Francois, 1846:

Blanche and Bertha are similar, you say, they both have dark hair? Will Blanche end up in a nuthouse?

It turned out to be much simpler than that.

I save the best item for last.

The hands down most baffling bit of the narrative, so irrelevant and nonsensical, it makes one scratch one's head so much one risks one's hair falling out, in a desperate and feverish attempt to understand why in the ever living fuck Charlotte included it in her book.

Bertha being five years older than Edward. Why is it a thing?

Constantin Heger's year of birth: 1809.

Claire Zoe Parent's year of birth: 1804.

I rest my case.

So wait, the entire book is a wish fulfilment?

Looks like it.

*Shrug*

I don't hold it against her. It's not a bad thing. After all, male writers do it too. Indulge yourself, girl. We've all done it, all of us that ever dabbled in writing. (Not many of us are likely to have our works elevated to the status of classics, but hey, a book is a book.)

Sometimes it helps just to it write it all out, get it out of one's system. Heck, I'm doing it right here!

Why so bitchy then?

Well, sometimes you gotta. And there is the fact that after the death of Anne, Charlotte prevented re-publication of her sister's novel The Tenant of Wildfell Hall.

#jane eyre #charlotte bronte #constantin heger #wish fulfilment #jane eyre meta

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unhingedhearties · 4 months

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TeamE83Liz's Behavior Is Concerning

One of the more mentally unstable When Calls The Heart fans, TeamE83Liz (who's deleted and created so many new accounts by this point she's had almost a dozen different names) is giving off some real serial killer vibes. I'm sorry if that sounds hyperbolic or extreme, but I can't think of any other way to describe this.

I've been informed that she's made two new Instagram accounts (although one of them appears to have been deleted already) and was trying to pretend to be someone else, but kept leaving the same creepy, stalkerish comments on Erin Krakow's profile (vaguely calling her a whore, saying she's going to hell for being in a relationship with Ben, getting really angry any time Erin posted photos of herself with friends etc.) that several people could tell right away it was her.

I really don't understand this mindset. TeamE83Liz is still frothing at the mouth because people on Twitter are saying mean things about the fictional character Elizabeth, but doesn't at all see a problem with saying reprehensible stuff about real people and leaving hateful comments on their social media pages.

Also, this "Erin laughed at a Starbucks employee for misspelling her name" is something I can't find. She hasn't touched Twitter in a long time and I checked her latest Instagram posts and didn't see this. If someone can show me what this is referencing I would appreciate it. I have a feeling this is something buried in an Instagram post from several years ago and was lighthearted and not anything malicious.

This is something I've noticed every time TeamE83Liz deletes one of her accounts and makes a new one with a new name. She gets butthurt that she doesn't have a lot of followers. She is never able to make the connection that each time she deletes her accounts the followers she has are not going to automatically follow the next one she makes. I don't know if this is tech illiteracy or Main Character Syndrome or if she's just stupid.

More whining about being blocked, zero reflection on what she does to cause people to block her.

This woman, who it sounds like is hurtling towards middle age, spends a solid 3 months out of the year sick at the thought of adults who have their lives together and are productive members of society being in a relationship and building families.

Liz, if you ever end up reading this:

YOU NEED HELP. THIS ISN'T NORMAL OR HEALTHY OR OKAY. YOU NEED REAL MENTAL HELP.

There is nothing wrong with being single if that's what someone wants. You can live a healthy and fulfilling life without relationships. In fact, statistically it's healthier for women to be single then married to men. But if you, Liz, haven't made this choice and are single because no one wants to be with you, you really need to reflect on how you act and present yourself to other people and what it is you do that drives people away. Based on all the social media posts TeamE83Liz has made, it looks like she's a dangerous, unhinged, obsessed fanatic that can't separate reality and fiction wrapped up in a victim complex.

Two actors you've never met or spoken to being in a relationship who might, at some point in the future, get married and have kids shouldn't affect ANYONE'S life. How on earth does the happiness of two people that I hope you never meet "ruin" your life? You are not the main character of the universe. You, like everyone else in the world, are of no importance to people you have never met.

TeamE83Liz appears to have moved on from calling Ben "him" to "that thing". I wasn't kidding when I said she has serial killer vibes.

"I'd have to stay online, so I can make sure she reads the nasty stuff I'd say! I.Am. Worried. EVEN THOUGH, I don't want to believe she's with "IT"!!"

I've said this before and I feel like I'll end up saying it many times in the future. Don't ever feel sorry for the people that are featured on here. Save your pity for people who don't act like Robert John Bardo.

Based on nothing, she's convinced herself that the character's Elizabeth and Lucas were broken up because of Erin. Just ignoring the showrunner and producer and writers.

Mark your Bingo cards, TeamE83Liz said that Erin's "way too private" again. Erin "didn't wanna kiss anybody anymore bc it'll make "that thing" jealous!"

More dehumanizing language against one of the actors. I really hope whoever works behind the scenes of When Calls The Heart keeps track of lunatics like this and finds a way to keep them from going to meet and greets and stuff like that. I hope there's some kind of safety protocol in place.

Maybe, just maybe, there was less kissing this season because they were going to break up the characters. No, that can't be it. It's because Erin went to Italy with Ben (Liz is really obsessed with this dumb Italy trip the cast took).

Oh look, more squealing about how she has a right to express herself. I guess I can agree with that since I'm using this Tumblr blog to express myself and the disgust I feel for people who obsess over a TV show. Freedom of Speech is awesome :D

#when calls the heart #wcth #lucabeth #unhinged fans #hallmark #hearties #fandom drama

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visitmerrock · 1 year

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Elizabeth Stewart (Melissa Benoist) is looking for their estranged / ex-husband!

WANTED CONNECTION: Estranged/ex husband

FOR CHARACTER: Elizabeth ‘Libby’ Stewart (Melissa Benoist)

SUGGESTED FCS: No specific faceclaim, but someone who is around the same age as Libby, so between the ages 33 to 35.

WANTED DETAILS: They were high school sweethearts who became teen parents. I’m sure there were periods of time where they were broken up or on a break (cue Ross Gellar screaming) that she canoodled with some other people, and now that they’ve been separated for quite some time, no doubt there has been some hookups and flings. She still loves her husband and wants to make it work, but she’s also a realist and knows that it might not happen. They’ve not spoken since she left their hometown when she was 23, so it’d be around ten years since they’ve spoken. She’s at the stage where she needs to figure out if she needs to reach out to him or just move on from him completely.

DO YOU WANT TO BE CONTACTED?: Yes, just so I know we’re on the same page regarding the connection! [CONTACT HERE]

ANYTHING ELSE?: Their name is Lincoln Scott, but can be changed depending on the character you’d like to bring in!

JOIN US IN MERROCK!

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jewel-pixelheart · 2 months

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FNAF OC - "Lizzy" Elizabeth Gibson

Another FNAF OC from my FNAFverse 🐻

*Please note that this version of Lizzy is only canon to the games and to my own interpretation of the timeline. Her book/graphic novel version will be slightly different.

If you want to see more FNAF content : click here

Physical Appearance

Lizzy is a 6 years old girl with light blonde hair and hazel eyes. One of her teeth is missing. She wears a white bow in her hair and a green dress.

Personality

Not much is known about her personality when she was alive (from the player POV). She is the soul who possessed Blueberry. Like the other missing children, she attacks adults during night time as a way to avenge her death.

According to Samantha, Lizzy was a cheerful and adventurous girl. She could play outside during hours, daydreaming about fantaisies and amazing adventures. She was courageous and rarely afraid of anything, (except of the dark).

Appearances

Elizabeth Gibson was born on August 1979 from Mr and Mrs Gibson. Lizzy was raised by a loving family, along side her big step sister Samantha.

Lizzy and Sam were inseparable. Even if they didn't have the same age, Lizzy always followed her big sister everywhere. They both could spend hours playing outside, imagining they went on amazing adventures. Unfortunately a terrible event will separate them forever. In 1985, while the loving family was dining at Freddy's Fazbear's Pizza, Lizzy along with other kids disappeared...

Trivias

• Lizzy is the soul who possessed Blueberry's animatronic.

Do not copy, retrace or use my art without my consent !

#oc #fan character #original character #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #five nights at freddy's oc #fnaf oc #animatronic oc #fnaf missing children

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kayla1993-world · 2 years

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Prince George Reportedly Won't Be Allowed to Fly with Prince William When He Turns 12

In case you haven't noticed, there's been a lot of angst surrounding Prince William and Kate Middleton's use of the royal helicopter to transport their family from their country estate to London. You know, usual human issues!

A quick summary of events? The Queen recently stated quite clearly that she does not want the Cambridges flying as a family structure as frequently for safety purposes, and they simply "defied" her orders and flew already for a quick vacation. So that the Queen is already "inviting" William and Kate to the palace for an awkward exchange.

But there was some royal protocol as to who can fly with and who at whatever age that would make flying with William simply impossible in the next few years. To protect the monarchy, two or even more heirs to the throne aren't supposed to be going together, but according to Express, Queen Elizabeth can override the rule for small kids has done so for Prince George in the past.

However! When Prince George turns 12, the Queen would no longer be allowed to override protocol, and he and Prince William would be unable to fly together—no exceptions. This even applies to William and Prince Charles, who travel separately, and also to Charles and his mother, Queen Elizabeth II.

Anyway, here's some more details about the drama surrounding Her Majesty and the Cambridges: Wills and Kate were reportedly seen boarding a helicopter with their children after the Queen warned them not to do it so frequently, and royal expert Neil Sean predicted that "when Prince William and Catherine return from their short holiday, they would be summoned to Windsor to explain the cause of their actions."

Becoming a posh fly on the wall during the same conversation.

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michaelgovehateblog · 3 years

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Piggy in the Middle

Queen Elizabeth x Michael Gove, Michael Gove x Matt Hancock, 1500 words

“Michael Gove and Sarah Vine to divorce.” She knew it was bad, but Elizabeth’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat when she saw the headlines. She had spent years forcing herself to ignore how she really felt about Michael and pretending the flirty looks and comments they shared were meaningless or all in her head; after all, they were both married, and publicly at that, especially in the case of her and Philip. And it’s not that she didn’t love Philip, because she of course did, but there was something about Gove and his pig-like face that just drew her in. And now she was rid of Philip, and Michael and Sarah were splitting up – maybe there was a chance for them.

Not that they would be able to go public with it if anything even did happen between them. As far as the country knew, Elizabeth was still mourning Philip, just putting on a brave face and soldiering on without him. The public probably wouldn’t be able to deal with her moving on so soon. She sighed – her life as a parasite was so difficult.

Elizabeth was so lost in her thoughts she almost didn’t hear the knock at her door, and subsequent voice.

“Your Majesty? It’s 12, we’re scheduled to leave now.”

“Of course, I’m coming now.” She responded, and stood up to leave, making sure to glance in the mirror to check she still looked presentable. Everything was still pristine: icy white grey hairs all perfectly in place and nude lipstick completely un-smudged. She was wearing a long royal blue (her signature colour) coat with large buttons of a slightly softer blue colour, all of which were done up. This was worn over a classy floral-patterned dress, which wasn’t visible under the jacket. Perched on top of her head was an elaborate hat made from material the exact same colour as the coat and adorned with white and blue flowers. The shoes she wore were a standard pair of elegant black heels and the look was finished off with a pair of black gloves.

Satisfied the outfit was perfectly uncreased as always, Elizabeth left the room to head to the whatever event it was this time, she didn’t really care. Mostly she just showed up at these things for a bit of good PR and so people would continue believe she works hard and really cares about the common people (Which she didn’t obviously. Why would she.) Although, she was certain that someone had told her that this event would have many politicians also in attendance, so she was hopeful that she might encounter a certain cabinet member.

As per usual, Elizabeth was finding the event mind-numbingly boring, just endless shaking hands with forgettable people she was supposed to pretend to be interested in. But then she spotted him. And at the same moment she saw him, Michael glanced in her direction and they were making direct eye contact. She gave him a shy smile, which he returned as he started walking towards her, not breaking eye contact.

“Your Majesty,” said Michael, extending his arm to shake hands, “How are you today?” They shook hands, Michael noticing how dry and wrinkly Elizabeth’s felt, and her in turn mentally noting the bizarre clamminess of his, both of which only increased each person’s attraction to the other.

“I’m doing wonderfully,” she responded, “And thoroughly enjoying this lovely event.” she made sure to add, aware of how many people were probably in earshot. “But what about yourself? I heard the news. It must be a difficult time for you.”

Michael’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing this; he couldn’t believe that the Queen actually cared enough about him to pay attention to the news about him and his (soon to be ex) wife. He had always felt there was some kind of connection between the two of them but told himself he was imagining it – what other option did he have. But unusually for his cowardly personality, he got a sudden burst of confidence, and was shocked to hear himself talking.

“Ma’am, I think I need to step outside to get some fresh air. Would you be interested in joining me for a walk?” He hadn’t had confidence to do anything like that since his coked-up days of 20 years ago. Well, he always said 20 years ago, but those close to him, such as Matt Hancock, knew he was prone to enjoy a smidge of the substance of an evening.

“Yes, I would enjoy that a lot.” replied Elizabeth, much to Michael’s delight. He offered out his elbow, purely out of politeness, of course, which she accepted, outwardly calmly but very eagerly inside. A walk outside would probably mean time properly alone, where other people couldn’t hear them, something they had probably never had before.

They continued small talk for a while, about the event and such, until they were far enough away from the general crowds for more intimate conversation.

"How have you been coping, Ma'am, without the Prince? Such an unexpected shame, his untimely demise like that. It was truly a shock to all of us."

Right, 'untimely'. Elizabeth often forgot that Philip's death was supposed to be something entirely unexpected for her, not something she knew would happen down to the exact time and place.

"Missing him, of course, but life has to go on. And it's strange to remember that I am single again, after all these years. That's not been the case since I was 13 and Philip was an adult."

"Yes, it's the same for me, minus the questionable age difference. I’ve been married to Sarah for so long that I’ve forgotten what it’s like to meet other people - and be with other people...” at these words the two made eye contact, neither knowing what to say aloud but having an entire unspoken conversation.

“Mr Gove… Or Michael, may I call you Michael? Would you be interested in visiting the Palace for dinner sometime soon? I could give you a personal tour of the grounds.”

“Yes, Ma’am, of course you can call me Michael,” Almost unthinkingly, the pair faced each other and reached for each other's hands. “And I would be honoured to visit the palace, Ma’am.”

Elizabeth let out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding, “Please, no need to bother with the formalities, at least not whilst nobody else is listening. Call me Elizabeth. Now, we should probably head back inside to the event, we’ve been out here a while, people will be missing me. They basically worship me. But I’ll get someone to contact you about your visit to the palace - I’d do it myself, only that sort of thing is far beneath me.” A smile spread over Michael’s pig-mannequin hybrid face as they made their way back inside.

What they hadn’t realised during their encounter, was that it wasn’t as private as they had thought; in fact another politician had been lurking and watching the entire scene.And he wasn’t happy about what he saw. As soon as Elizabeth and Michael walked off in separate directions, Matt Hancock quickly grabbed Gove by the arm and dragged him into a quiet corridor.

“Hancock.”

“Gove. I saw you outside just now, heard you talking with a certain monarch. The two of you seemed quite friendly.”

“Oh. Right. I hadn’t thought anyone else had been outside. You won’t - you won’t tell anyone what you saw or heard, will you?”

“I won’t. But only because it’s you, if it had been anybody else, I would be telling the sun immediately. The queen’s new love interest, I couldn’t hope for anything better to get the tabloids off my back. But because it’s you - I couldn’t hurt you like that.”

“Matt, what do you mean? Why are you making an exception for me?”

“Govey, as if you don’t know. You must have realised how I feel about you.” Hancock stepped closer to Gove and in his mind’s eye, imagined the Sims social interactions menu, and pictured selecting ‘kiss’. (It was from looking at the characters in the game, after all, that he learnt to kiss in the first place. The mindset and techniques stuck with him.) To his delight, he felt Michael kissing him back. Matt deepened the kiss and their tongues battled for dominance. Suddenly, Michael pulled away and stared, speechless, at Matt.

After about half a minute unable to muster any coherent thoughts (not even coherent by conservative standards) Gove turned away and briskly walked to an empty room, where he could sit alone and process all of what just happened. Not only was he certain now that Elizabeth felt the same spark that he did, but Hancock, whom he had secretly had a low-level affection for for many years, had just snogged him out of jealousy? He didn’t expect to be wrapped up in a love triangle the very day his divorce was announced, and yet it seemed that was what was happening. His years of being an incompetent and sleazy politician had clearly earned him some admirers.

If you made it to the end, I'm only partly sorry for what you just read. I would be willing to write a second chapter if for some godforsaken reason somebody actually would want to read one. This took me far too long to write for something that is honestly not that many words but I feel like it's understandable, given the subject matter. k bye

#i dont know if the title is actually funny but i found it funny #because of gove being a pig #also does anybody happen to have an ao3 invite they would be willing to share cos i kind of want to post this there but i dont have an acc #i have not proof read this at all so it might be complete nonsense lmao #anyway here is the promised fanfic please enjoy #uk politics #i will be reblogging this at some point because i put far too much effort into this #michael gove #matt hancock

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R!Ciel and O!Ciel fighting for childhood female darling (Do you think they could share?)

Here again, please keep in mind that I’m not completely finished with the manga yet.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, manipulation, paranoia, threatening, blackmailing, bribing, controlling behavior, sabotage, kidnapping

R!Ciel and O!Ciel fighting over their childhood friend

☕️🍵I don't think they would be able to share, at least not with both of the twins agreeing willingly or even reluctantly. Ciel thinks that he has the right to be the heir of the Phantomhive manor since he fulfilled all the duties of one the last four years whilst his brother wasn't there. He was clearly enraged due to the inauspicious return of his older brother and declared war to him by dismantling one of the blood factories which "Ciel" needs to function. He is exceedingly competitive and doesn't stop fighting until a victor is declared. It's the same with fighting over the same darling

☕🍵"Ciel" on the other hand desires a rivalry between his brother and was somewhat excited when finding out about the blood factory. On the other hand he seems to have an obsession over his little brother and it probably intensified after after he became a Bizarre Doll. Such creatures run on their past dreams and "Ciel's" past dream used to be with his little brother and the darling. So his obsession became stronger too, for both the darling and Ciel. He still wants to be with his brother, but after he nearly died and was saved from Undertaker, he became so much more willing to cause his little brother great troubles. I can see him planning to win against his brother, for the position of the heir of the Phantomhive and the darling, and afterwards get his hands on his brother as well and controlling and keeping them both for himself. Despite all he does still care for his brother, in a twisted sense, but it's there! He would still not be above taunting his brother if he should win.

☕🍵Even when all of you were younger, "Ciel" was already very possessive of the both of you. He was most likely more lenient with letting his brother spent time with you since Ciel suffered from asthma and for that couldn't leave the house for a longer time until it slowly got better and he was able to leave the house more often too. "Ciel" wanted to protect you even back then, together with his brother you were very important to him. I do not doubt that he might have liked you even back then, just like his younger brother did. Back then Ciel had a bit more of an advantage, most likely because he wasn't engaged to Lizzy. So the small boy sometimes talked that he wanted to marry you later on since you were together with his older brother one of the very few people who he was able to play and spent time with. He shared maybe the dream of opening a toy store in England together with you.

☕🍵"Ciel" was jealous because of this all, because his little brother and the girl he liked didn't have to be forced into the things he had to do. His partne had already been chosen, his life was already decided. He cared for his brother and knew that Ciel liked you, but he got jealous nevertheless and it might have led him to pleading his father if he could eventually not be the fiancé of Elizabeth, but with you. He had this dream of marrying you, just like his brother had. His parents most likely knew about his and Ciel's love of you and it worried them a bit. But separating you from the twins was a bad idea. "Ciel" would express his frustration an his anger and Ciel would be saddened and in a bad mood with his older brother reassuring him that you'll come back to them.

☕🍵But "Ciel" was from a very early age on just so much more charming than his younger brother was. He was more open, more playful, more fun to be with and could do much more with you than his brother could. It made Ciel worry a lot, knowing that due to his sickness he couldn't do all the things his brother could do. Due to that he always clinged somewhat onto you whenever you were with him. He was insecure, knowing that his brother was more of a fitting partner you might later on desire than him and due to that like him better later on that him.

☕🍵After "Ciel" died, his brother took his identity and the name of the Earl of Phantomhive. He had become a more cold and cruel individual. He had lost his brother and went through a terrifying experience which made him much more possessive over his childhood friend. He most likely managed to break off the engagement, using Sebastian as a way to set up rumors which led to the Midford's and him ending the engagement. He would be very smart about it just like his brother would be, though he would be more colder about it. I think since you knew them since childhood, you might realize that this isn't the real Ciel, but his little brother. And Ciel himself wouldn't want to keep this a secret for too long either. He had to go as a child through the fear of the darling potentially ending up liking "Ciel" more than him and whilst he didn't plan on his brother to die, he takes this advantage to make the darling his.

☕🍵He most likely kidnapped his darling so she wouldn't tell anyone about his real identity and locked her just up in his house with Sebastian and the servants making sure she doesn't escape. The servanta have unswaying loyalty towards their master so they wouldn't really believe you whenever you tell them that this isn't the real Ciel. You're somewhat stuck with Ciel having the upper hand.

☕🍵So the sudden appearance of "Ciel" ruined his plans and if it wouldn't have been for Lau and Ran Mao helping him escape, he would have ended up in a lot more troubles. "Ciel" would be for now the one who has a hold on his darling since she would be really thankful for his appearance since Ciel kept her isolated all for himself and it is also good to finally have the truth spilled out. Whilst "Ciel" isn't necessarily angry with his younger brother taking his identity, he is mad that Ciel treated you the way he did, abusing you directly mentally and being harsh with you. This isn't "Ciel's" style. I don't say he's any better, he is actually the more terrible one. But he is just so much more sly and charming about his way of manipulation and after years of being kept from the world, and since Ciel isn't the best in showing affection and his feelings too openly, the darling is just starved for more human feelings which "Ciel" uses to his advantage.

☕🍵He brings his darling into staying isolated anyways, whatever love he held beforehand for her became twisted and enhanced due to his transformation into a Bizarre Doll, though he doesn't tell his darling from this so she doesn't feel freaked out or scared. But he does uses his sudden physical dysfunction and weakness to guilt-trip her into staying with him. He was for years away and went through too much so it would be no wonder in her mind that he himself is love starved as well. He would be so much smarter about the engagement and use Elizabeth's confused feelings to break off the engagement again, but this time officially since the previous break up wasn't real due to his brother playing his role.

☕🍵He would quickly progress into courting his darling and making her his fiancée. He would just end up confessing his love after just spending time with her and given the circumstances, she might not have the heart to reject him and there is probably also the thought in her mind that this is "Ciel", the charming and caring boy. Nothing like his brother. That's what he is counting on, but in reality he is so much more fearful and terrible than his brother, instead of threatening and blackmailing, he relies more on gaslighting and effective guilt-tripping. He makes you paranoid of the world without you even knowing and you have to attend to him anyways more due to his weakened body.

☕🍵Currently Ciel is in a worse position, mostly because he doesn't have you. He is of now seen as a criminal, but at the very least is not alone. He has all his servants, Ran Mao, Lau and Sebastian by his side. He knows that his brother wants a fight, over power just as much as you and Ciel doesn't back exactly off from this. He's frustrated with the current situation and wants to turn the tables around. He knows "Ciel" can only function as long as he has plenty of fresh blood since his body needs it to function. So he plans on starting with cutting off all the places where he gets that blood from to beat him once and for all.

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere ciel #yandere ciel phantomhive #yandere real ciel

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