#source: gentleman bastard

[incorrect-dnd-classes]

Rogue: Fighter, I have a wonderful, fantastic idea— Fighter: Does it involve me risking my life? Rogue: I have a wonderful idea— Fighter: Mmm. Does it involve real and immediate danger? Rogue: I have an idea. Fighter: [sighs] When and where?

#rogue #fighter #mod meme #source: gentleman bastard #dnd #dungeons and dragons #incorrect dnd quotes #incorrect dungeons and dragons quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect dnd classes

[incorrect-tmnt2012-quotes]

Mikey: Leo, I have a wonderful, fantastic idea-

Leo: Does it involve me risking my life?

Mikey: I have a wonderful idea-

Leo: Does it involve real and immediate danger?

Mikey: I have an idea.

Leo: *sighs*

Leo: When and where?

#incorrect tmnt quotes #source: gentleman bastard #tmnt 2012 #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #michelangelo #leonardo

[incorrectspquotes]

Someday, Pleasant. Someday, you’re going to fuck up so magnificently, so ambitiously, so overwhelmingly that the sky will light up and the moon will spin and the gods themselves will shit comets with glee. And I just hope I’m still around to see it.

Thurid Guild, probably

#skulduggery pleasant #thurid guild #skulduggery #source: gentleman bastard

[incorrect-miss-fisher]

Phryne: Mac, I have a wonderful, fantastic idea-

Doc Mac: Does it involve me risking my life?

Phryne: I have a wonderful idea-

Doc Mac: Mmm. Does it involve real and immediate danger?

Phryne: I have an idea.

Doc Mac, sighing: When and where?

#source: gentleman bastard #miss fisher's murder mysteries #phryne fisher #doctor macmillan #elizabeth macmillan

[drei-satzzeichen]

Justus: Peter, I have a wonderful, fantastic idea-

Peter: Does it involve me risking my life?

Justus: I have a wonderful idea-

Peter: Mmm. Does it involve real and immediate danger?

Justus: I have an idea.

Peter, sighing: When and where?

#source: gentleman bastard #die drei fragezeichen #die drei ??? #justus jonas #peter shaw #incorrect quotes #english

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

JANE: [Makes cookies shaped like her friends!]

DIRK: Alas, poor Jake and Dirk.

JAKE: They died of consumption.

#submission #Source: Gentleman Bastard Sequence #homestuck #incorrect homestuck quotes #Jane Crocker #Dirk Strider #Jake English #Mod Nepeta #//I say shit like this all the time theyre so real for that

[thecuriousquest]

Run Your Mouth

Yandere Izuku x Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW (non consensual punishment spanking), implied kidnapping, excessive profanity, hair pulling

Request: Could you maybe make more yandere deku x a resisting reader love this btw 💕

@weowmeow

Izuku punishes his feisty Darling after he comes home from a bad day at work.

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Izuku comes home in a rather foul mood. You think it must be work, but you couldn’t give a fuck about him. He couldn’t possibly have had as bad of a day as you. Your imprisonment within the blue walls is testament to that.

All the number one hero wants is your affection, to show that you care just a little about his problems. You stand up to leave the room, to go somewhere he’s not. It’s hard to get away from someone you live with though.

“Hey!” He snaps at you, his voice sounding like it’s on the verge of breaking.

You stop in your tracks. How dare he sound so upset? How dare he sound like he’s on the verge of a breakdown?!

“What?” You manage coldly, your back still turned to him.

“I just…can we sit down together?”

His request is so simple, yet you would rather lie down in front of a moose stampede than sit next to him.

“Go to hell, fucking bastard.” You strut out of the room with your head held high.

Sorrow leaves Izuku, and rage floods him. He stalks into the next room after you, the dining room. Grabbing you by your hair, he forces you to bend over the table.

“Why can’t you ever just be nice to me? Why can’t you just behave? All I want is for you to be happy, for you to be good for me! I’m not asking for much,” he seethes, he’s radiating frustration.

If you weren’t as pissed off as he is, you’d be shaking with fear. You can’t beat him in a strength match, but you can run your fucking mouth.

“If you think for one goddamn minute that I’m going to behave for you, then you can stick a gun up your ass and pull the trigger! You’re a creepy, sick son of a bitch! Asking for me to be happy with you is like asking for the mother fucking world! You’re a piece of shit, Midoriya! I HATE YOU!”

He knows you’re struggling right now. It’s just an adjustment that you haven’t gotten used to yet. However, you used his last name while referring to him, and he just can’t let that slide.

Deku pushes your face further into the dark wooden table. You growl due to how sore your cheek is becoming, muscle and bone rubbing into the hard surface. It’s uncomfortable, but so is the vulnerable position you’re in.

“You hate me, huh? You think I’m creepy and sick? I guess I don’t need to be such a gentleman anymore if I’m such a bastard, right?!”

Your fists pound against the table as he pulls down your cotton shorts. His hand rests against your thigh, rubbing it slightly, feeling you shake under his palm. He can’t help how his cock twitches. Whether you’re shaking from fear or anger, he doesn’t care. He has power over you, and he’s going to establish that right now.

You feel him take his hand away before the crashing return of his palm on the crest of your ass. Sucking in a breath doesn’t help you cope with the pain. He adds onto the sting with sharper smacks, working your flesh until he’s satisfied with the color. Not yet, though. He’s not going to be done with you for a while.

“Get comfortable because we’re nowhere near done.” Although he’s smiling down at you, you’re unable to see it.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you bite your bottom lip, hoping that another source of pain will distract you. He soon realizes why you’re not making any sounds, and he begins spanking your thighs.

“Quit biting your lip,” he tells you.

You don’t obey immediately, only when your thighs feel so overworked that you can’t stand it anymore.

“Okay, I’m not biting anymore! Stop it, you asshole!” Demands. Orders. You’re in no place to give those.

Huffing, Izuku pulls down your underwear to pool around your ankles with your shorts. You’re mortified by this predicament. It’s truly humiliating to be you right now.

Crying into your folded arms as he resumes spanking the sensitive under curve of your rear, he begins to lecture you.

“Don’t. Ever. Use. My. Last. Name. Again. Understand?” Each word is punctuated with a stinging swat to your burning skin.

“Alright! Okay! I won’t do it again! Just, let me go!” You try to twist out of his grip. He allows you to go nowhere.

He adds a bit of his quirk’s strength to your punishment. His palm working at two percent strength. It’s enough to break you down into a sobbing mess.

Noting how swollen and beaten your dark and rosy flesh is with hints of bruising, Izuku pulls you up into his arms. He rubs your back to soothe you.

“Wow, it really worked. I should have done this earlier,” he mostly mutters to himself.

With snot leaking from your nose and tears rolling down your red cheeks from puffy eyes, you growl again before biting his ear rather harshly, laughing while it’s his turn to scream in pain.

#my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #triggering content #triggering themes #yandere #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #mha izuku #mha izuku midoriya #deku #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere izuku #yandere izuku x reader #yandere deku #yandere deku x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere x resisting reader

[incorrect-nevermore]

Modern au Headcanons!!

• Ira is straight up, completely fine, even supportive of Lenore as Annabel’s partner.

Annabel and Lenore coming back from a trip or something: Father, I’m home-!

Ira, running past Annabel: Ah! Lenore my boy, welcome home!

Lenore: Hello sir- wait, I don’t live here?

Ira: Ah, you might as well at this point! Annabel hurry up and make it official by putting a ring on the lad will you??

Annabel: *stares in wtf you never welcomed ME home with that much excitement* FATHER PLEASE STOP TALKING.

• Ira who was a closeted but not really gay man in 80’s. Clocking Lenore’s butch ass in as homo faster then everyone else.

Annabel: Oh! father, it’s finally time you’ve met Lenore.

Lenore, still with long hair tied into a braid but in a suit: Pleasure to meet you sir-

Ira, after observing Lenore for about 1.2 seconds: Oh, you are gay-

Annabel: FATHER-

Lenore, smiling, very caught off guard cause. She thought she was doing a very good job of acting hetero: What-?!

Ira: Oh, my apologies. Hello, nice to meet you. You are gay.

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Thaddeus: Oh, well. We have been thinking about setting up Lenore with a certain gentleman-

Ira, trying desperately not to burst out laughing: OH, h-have you?

• Lucille and Theo disapprove of Annabel’s britishness immensely.

Annabel: Here’s Lenore’s jumper, she left it at my-

Lucille and Theo: WRONG.

 Annabel: :l

• Both the Vandernachts and Whitlocks are still big important business people here, but they aren’t exactly famous like people in the industry absolutely know who they are but they don’t have to like go incognito to get coffee at Starbucks or something.

•Every once in a while someone finds a picture of Lenore and @s The Vandernacht corporation account like “Man fuck the trains- I want the founder’s daughter to rail me instead.” And sometimes Theo sees it and goes “:l >:0” *blocked and reported* but takes a screenshot and sends it to Annabel to remind her his sister HAS OPTIONS SO WATCH YOUR SELF-

(One time the account in question may or may not have just been Annabel’s alt and she may or may not have made several thirst posts after getting a little too drunk after a shitty gala “Pet, stop laughing it isn’t funny-“)

• Berenice once made a “Your mom” joke while at Lenore’s house and Lucille fucking appeared out of thin air and scared the ever living hell out of her and Berenice has been too afraid to make another one since.

•Annabel used to be very good at hiding when she was drunk. But ever since dating Lenore she has found that it much harder to fake sobriety when all you wanna do is yell about your wife. She is a “LOOK AT MY WIFE!!” Drunk.

• Lucille has found all the misfits asleep in Lenore’s room multiple times and just… stopped questioning it after a certain point like “Go clean my daughter’s room but do it quietly try not to disturb the young cat like young man in there taking a nap Lord knows the kid needs it. I don’t think I’ve seen dark circles that bad since last i looked in the mirror.”

She would often find Berenice knocked out cold in Lenore’s bed, sometimes in Lenore’s clothes and one or thrice in there with Lenore herself- and was convinced that these two were dating. Berenice is just a cuddly bastard but it takes a while to convince Lucille.

• Lenore and Theo have matching tattoos Lenore shows her’s off with out much care but Theo hides his FOR DEAR LIFE- even tho like… Neither thad nor Lucillecan be bothered to care at this point-

+ Lucille was goth in her youth source: Trust me bro Lenore’s dark circles and natural air of sadness have got to be genetic or something

#nevermore webtoon #lenore nevermore #incorrect nevermore quotes #annabel lee nevermore #annabel lee x lenore #white raven #pluto nevermore #Annabel lee Whitlock #lenore vandernacht #Thaddeus Vandernacht #Lucille vandernacht #theo Vandernacht #headcanon #headcanons

[46ten]

Rethinking the narrative of Hamilton as a poor child held back by illegitimacy

We’ve outgrown a number of the myths that Chernow invents or embellishes from Flexner and Miranda ran with, but AH as a humble child in the West Indies, struggling with poverty and the stigma of illegitimacy seems to persist, no matter the lack of initial evidence for that narrative and the excellent scholarship over the past 10 years or so that flips it on its head. 

AH’s maternal grandfather was very wealthy; Rachel Faucette’s inherited wealth was what supposedly attracted John Lavien. 

James Hamilton (b 1725 or so) was notably not wealthy. Though a “gentleman” from a respected Scottish family, as a younger son he went to make his way as a merchant at the Caribbean, and pretty much failed at every business venture, as far as we know. In 1765, he was hired to settle a matter in St. Croix, and at some point Rachel and their two kids, James and Alexander, either joined him or made their way there independently. It’s not at all clear that James “abandoned” the family or what happened - it seems just as likely that Rachel, perhaps realizing that their sons’ best options were getting involved in trade, decided to stay where she had an extended wealthy family who could also support her as a merchant/shopkeeper. AH started working really young (he’s 9 if you believe the 1757 birthdate), which was a pretty fantastic way to gain knowledge and experience, especially if his parents realized - and they likely did - that he was intellectually gifted. 

Upon the death of his mother, who owned 5 enslaved persons, had silverware and leather chairs and a decent collection of books - definitely middle-class-ish - AH initially goes to live with his uncle and cousin, who were the two wealthiest people on St. Croix. As mentioned above, he was also already working as a clerk, ascending to what can best be described as the business manager by the time he leaves for NY, earning a pretty tidy sum as a single-man - he was likely upper-middle class. [A brief note: at no point does Edward Stevens or Thomas Yard, his brother-in-law, state that AH or his brother ever lived with the Stevens family. That conjecture comes more than a century later sourced to a census of the Stevens family that they had two male servants around the ages AH and his brother would have been. But I think if AH lived with the Stevens family, that would have come up well before the 1920s.] His first cousin provides him with what Newton calculates as 196 pounds sterling at that time, when the average British and American worker made somewhere between 10-15 pounds sterling PER YEAR. AH arrives in the colonies and lives with either the comfortably middle-class (Mulligan) or the wealthy elite (Elias Boudinot and William Livingston) before beginning his studies at King’s/Columbia College. There’s also no note about any difficulty in him getting into Elizabethtown Academy or King’s - no one was holding it over his head that he was a bastard. 

So the facts of AH’s life 1768-1779 don’t really seem to be what’s shaping the narrative. Instead, it seems to me that two things are interfering with the interpretation:

1. AH’s 1769 letter to Edward Stevens in which he gripes “I contemn the grov’ling and condition of a Clerk or the like” which makes him seem somehow downtrodden in poverty. But there’s no evidence that that was the case, or that AH wasn’t just annoyed by being a clerk and thought a different job - or a war - would better employ his talents/allow for greater study for him to become a leisurely gentleman. 

AH may have started working for Beekman and Cruger as early as 1766, at the age of 9-12 years old, perhaps having previously worked in his mother’s store. JCH writes:

The little leisure which he could command from his mercantile duties was devoted to study; his knowledge of mathematics was enlarged; he became fond of chemistry; and although his proficiency in it was small, he often urged it as a pursuit well adapted to excite curiosity and create new combination of thought.

Among the books to which he had access, he preferred those which treat of some branch of ethic. His favorite authors were Pope and Plutarch....

He often also, at this time, exercised himself in composition on moral topics, to which he afterwards occasionally resorted as a relaxation from the arduous labours of his professional life; and thus, by his varied studies, his mind became rich in materials awaiting his call. The Life of Alexander Hamilton

Although AH wrote to Edward Stevens in 1769 that "I contemn the grov’ling and condition of a Clerk or the like,” and Nathaniel Pendleton would later write that Hamilton “conceived so strong an aversion to [clerkship] as to be induced to abandon altogether the pursuits of commerce”, according to JCH, his father also felt his time as a clerk was very important:                      

This occupation was the source of great and lasting benefit to him; he felt himself amply rewarded for his labours by the method and facility which it imparted to him; and amid his various engagements in after years adverted to it as the most useful part of his education. The Life of Alexander Hamilton, my emphasis. 

Other biographers have speculated that AH’s time as a clerk was probably critical for his understanding of commerce and finance and to the development of both his leadership and writing skills.

JCH also writes:

With a strong propensity to literature, he early became a lover of books, and the time which other youth employ in classical learning, was by him devoted to miscellaneous reading, happily directed by the advice of Doctor Knox, a respectable Presbyterian divine, who, delighted with the unfolding of his mind, took a deep interest in his welfare. The Life of Alexander Hamilton

This role for Knox is doubtful; Rev. Hugh Knox first visited St. Croix Sept/Oct 1771, and did not come to reside there until May 1772, only a few months before AH would leave for NY.

2. AH, in 1779-1780, certainly is sensitive to his lack of advancement in the army while others with less ability/experience advance thanks to nepotism. He doesn’t have the family connections, true, but he’s far from the only person frustrated by the way appointments are handed out - James Monroe also left the army because he couldn’t get a command. 

And at no point does AH’s illegitimacy ever seem to hold him back - in fact, up until he made a number of political enemies, no one seemed to care. Illegitimacy was not at all uncommon, particularly in the West Indies; Newton offers up another example of a couple pretending to be married. There’s no record whatsoever that AH was ever taunted about being a bastard as a child, adolescent, or young man (the first recorded innuendos about it actually date from the late 1780s - he’s 30 or older). Likewise with the loss of his mother - a lot of children were orphans. These were just not life details that put him outside any veneer of respectability. 

He’s able to rise to the level of aide-de-camp for Washington and married into a wealthy Dutch-American patrician family with, based on the lack of comments on his birth, not even a shrug. JCH does note that marrying into the Schuyler family was one of the most important events of his father’s life, but one never gets the impression from AH’s own writing that he thought they were inherently superior to him - no, this was the class of people whom he had always belonged with and rubbed shoulders with. 

And perhaps other than the times he was in school, I’m 90% comfortable stating he almost always had servants - while living with his parents, his mother alone, his cousin, as a clerk, in the colonial American households, and then perhaps with a brief break while studying, he also had at least one servant in the colonial Army and for the rest of his life. 

Hamilton’s St Croix education 

More about Hamilton’s Faucett relations with links to Newton’s discussions

A summary of the amounts Anne Mitchell (and Peter Lavien) provided to AH. 

#Hamilton was not like us and I wish that narrative would die #For many reasons #he's not relatable

[silkscream]

happy 3k love!! can I get a sangria (ik ik I'm a thirsty bitch) with mcu Peter Parker where he's like the complete opposite of his high school self and meets reader? you can go in any direction honestly I don't mind I just love reading the way you put words together 🤰🤰🤰🤰💙

“another round for the ladies over there, y/n.”

you roll your eyes with a smirk. “another one, jim? tell me, has any of them promised you some pussy yet tonight?”

“oi, fuck off,” the man in front of you huffs. “it’s called being a gentleman.”

you scoff, shaking your head, but continue to pour five tequila shots anyway. jim, your thirty-five year old regular, was always unlucky when it came to finding dates, often keeping company with whatever gaggle of sorority girls caught his eye or happened to catch on that he was easily manipulated. you watched every friday night for 1) your own amusement, 2) being nice to jim granted great tips even though you had to deny his many advances, and 3) you needed to make sure the bastard wasn’t actually a creep to any of these young girls.

“whatever you say, james.”

you turn to update his tab when a familiar voice pipes up behind you.

“what kind of mezcal do you have?”

your head whips to the source of the voice. you lock eyes with a pair of familiar brown ones, though you aren’t sure where his face is from. a step closer and the boyishness in his face shows much clearer under the lamplight.

“peter? peter parker?”

“hey,” he chuckles.

“thought you were at MIT or whatever.”

“you know it’s the summer time, right?” he raises a brow. something about his appearance is more refined, hardened compared to the last time you saw him. when you had last seen peter parker, you were both in graduation gowns and you’d watched him walk the stage to take his diploma. he had been holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, cheek to cheek with michelle jones while his aunt may had an arm around his neck. you didn’t have the courage to congratulate him, let alone tell him about your two-year crush, and then he’d vanished before your eyes. seeing him now was like being inside a dream.

“right,” you blink at him, clearing your throat to make an attempt back at professionalism. “oh! uh, we’ve got peloton de la muerte, don amado…”

“i’ll just get a mezcal mule with whatever you prefer,” he interrupts. you nod with a sheepish smile.

you can feel his eyes scanning your body as you make his drink, which has your back straightening like a tree.

“on the house,” you murmur as you set the glass in front of him.

“what? really?”

“it’s not every day you get a midtown alum at your bar,” you shrug, leaning your elbow on the counter. you hope he doesn’t see right through you.

“surprising. i thought you’d see tons considering how many of them stay in manhattan,” peter shrugs.

he’d made you nervous before, back in high school, mostly because he was so unprecedented and you were so timid and stuck in the shadows. meanwhile, peter exuded pure sunlight with his bashfulness, his kindness. it didn’t particularly set in the person in front of you, though. maybe it had been two or three years since graduation, but at the moment, it feels like you’re talking to a new version of the boy you once spent countless decathlon practices with.

“it’s good money, the bartending?” he quips with curiosity as he sips his drink.

“it’s enough for the summer. lots of lonely men need a couple drinks and some female company.”

“better than trying to save the world.”

“what do you mean?”

peter doesn’t answer. he merely flashes you a smile that definitely hides something underneath, but you don’t know him enough to pry. to be fair, you hardly know him at all. you only have the idea of him that you’d made up during your high school years, and even now, you assume that you’ll probably go home and dream of made-up versions of him. his presence is like a test to your psyche at the moment. nothing significant — nothing worth giving your time to ever stayed. you didn’t expect peter to, either.

that is, until he orders more drinks. a mezcal mule, a white wine, a ginger ale mixed with whatever your finger lands on when you close your eyes. it’s a weekday night, so most of your usual patrons have fucked off for the night, leaving you to wipe down the counters and sweep before the clock even hits one.

“gotta kick you out, parker.”

“who, me? where am i supposed to go now?” his voice has a begging tone to it that makes you want to sink into quicksand. or maybe you’re drunk, because the shots he was ordering were for you. he’d slip them towards you, insisting that you needed to loosen up on this tuesday night, and you could never say no to free alcohol. he’d given you a fat tip after all.

“i live a few blocks from here. come with. you can wait there when you figure out a way home,” you giggle, pulling on your corduroy button down over your crop top as you head out the door. as you lock up the bar, peter watcheS you with acute attention — he notices the way your eyes are half-lidded after a few shots, the casual slump of your shoulders, the pixie-like cadence of your voice when you talk about something you’re excited about. he thinks you’re adorable.

__

once you’re able to sit down on the couch in your apartment, peter plops down next to you sloppily. you end up intertwining legs in the most casual way. you don’t even notice, really.

“you’re different than what you used to be, peter parker.”

“how so?” he chuckles.

“scary,” you mumble.

“huh? sorry, i couldn’t hear you,” peter murmurs, grabbing your head from your neck closer to him. you hitch your breath, which lodges itself in his throat when you feel his calloused fingertips. the feeling excites you, has all your neurons firing in your body.

“you’re less nerdy now.”

“i’ve been through a lot,” he purrs into your ear, and no, it’s not like the nerdy peter you once knew at all. it’s the husky voice of someone who knows what he’s doing, someone who’s willing to take what he wants. you hope he does. you hope it’s you.

you take in a breath, looking at the wall in front of you instead of him in an attempt to calm your nerves, but he doesn’t let you. he merely turns your head to plant a kiss on your mouth gently, so delicately as if he’s trying to touch the fluff of a dandelion without all of it floating away. he grins into the kiss when you reciprocate with passion, tongue exploring the inside of his mouth and feeling the taste of mezcal, of lime, of ginger.

when he emerges, his brown eyes are hooded with desire.

“this okay?”

you nod. “you can do whatever you want to me,” you say breathlessly. his cocky smile shows that he’s willing to test that theory.

#asks #spideyspeaches #3k celebration #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #blurb

[writingsofwesteros]

Ramsay is married to a woman that learned to be as deranged as him over the years. He kisses their children goodnight, beds her passionately and leaves off for the Battle of the Bastards in the morning, rubbing her heavily pregnant stomach for good luck... luck that never reached him, but instead his family. She goes into labor on her own, delivering her 4th child on her own, his head popping out right as Jon enters the room covered in her husband’s blood (he killed Ramsay in this au) His men vote they kill her and Ramsay's children to ensure the erasure of house Bolton and get their revenge, but Jon decides to spare her.

Something about taking Ramsay's wife excites him, especially seeing the fire in her when she fought against the men who'd gotten to close to her and her newborn babe. She didn't let her guard down at all, her body tensing more as she watched more of them drag her children into the room, almost struggling to her feet to rip the men away from them. She pulls a knife from under her pillow and slashes at them, slicing a large gash into a few of their arms as her children run up to her bed. They have to hold her down as she kicks and screams, Jon walking briskly to grab her baby before it fell along with to turn the attention on that as his men took away her weapon. He holds her baby carefully, looking down at his chubby little cheeks as he tells her to stop moving unless she "wants her own baby fed to the dogs."

Jon smiles at the baby and her other children, before telling them he will be their new father. Her eldest son asks how he can be their father when they already have one and Jon just explains that it's his right to take the boy's mother as his wife as he was the one to slay her husband. Jon announces to his men that he will have her to ensure the next baby born in Winterfell shares the blood of house Stark and to get one over Ramsay even in death. He marries their mother the next day in front of the weirwood, Sansa watching on warily as it feels wrong to her to let this go on even if during her stay there was talk of her thirding with Ramsay and his wife. Jon is the perfect gentleman, taking care of her their children as she heals from birthing her newest son.

As soon as the maester clears her, Jon carries her to the Weirwood and fucks her against it like a virgin getting his first taste. He makes sure to work hard at making his kid, figuring that if the first bastard could have a family like a nobleborn man does, he should too. He decides he'll have at least one more kid than Ramsay did, eagerly anticipating all the work he'll have to put in to bring forth 5 children with this woman. She doesn't let him get her easily, but that's not to say she doesn't enjoy it. Part of her and Ramsay's fun was hunting the other down before having their way with them, so her and Jon's relationship was strangely reminiscent of it. By the time he'd gotten her pregnant, she'd slowly warmed up to him a bit more and would initiate sex a bit (blowjobs/handjobs) only after he'd finally destroyed the last of her and Ramsay's toys that she'd hidden.

She begrudgingly would "allow him to give her pleasure" and would do her best to keep quiet to deny give Jon the satisfaction of hearing him make her feel so good. She would sneak into his room to fuck him, waking him up many times to assist her as she gets farther in her pregnancy. Sometimes she would get so impatient that she'd just sit on his cock and let the feeling of his veiny dick clamped tightly against her walls bring her to release. They'd often get reprimanded for their loudness as they were both very vocal together, many times both fucking and fighting. They would slap each other around and leave dark bruises behind from the force, him often being decorated in black eyes and her with split lips, all being the source of many rumors and questions.

Her children had luckily been moved to far away rooms before Jon started slipping inside their mom, the sole reason she was allowed her own room was to be closer to them. That all changes once her mobility decreases from carrying the new weight and she realizes she can't waddle all the way to Jon's room to be railed anytime her hormones make her horny. He forces her to move into his room with him, manipulating her as he slowly licks at her cunt overflowing with slick and promises to keep her satisfied all night. He drags his fingers in and out of her, hitting her g spot each time as she rolls around, her pregnant belly limiting her as her tits slosh around with milk inside them. Jon makes her cum before taking his time to carefully suck on her pert nipples, drinking in the sweet milk her beautiful body was working so hard to make for the fruit of his seed. He swallows mouthfuls of her milk from each side of her swollen tits, covering them in his spit as he soothed the ache he knew she wasn't telling him about. Jon feels himself begin to reach the end of his rope just from this and swiftly removes his pants to stick his dick inside her. He makes sure to cream inside her everytime he cums, even if he begins with his hand.

Jon had read in a book that women can become pregnant with their next child while already carrying one in their womb, becoming obsessed with that idea. He could only hope for his wife’s fertility to allow him to breed her quickly and surpass Ramsay's brood. Ramsay's widow gets used to this, not thinking much about it and only focusing on how he makes her feel and distracts her from the pain of losing her husband and having to fuck his murderer to protect their kids. She's mortified to learn minutes after delivering her second twin (4th son, her first born twin being the 2nd girl as Ramsay's daughter is the 2nd born) that it's likely she's already carrying Jon's next one 👑💀

!!!!!!

#i can't add anything to this masterpiece #👑💀 anon #taking another's wife

[march-harrigan]

Yo! I gotta know: Who's most likely to get banished from a cuddle session when they do a bad thing? John, Ed, or Jervis?

I believe I have a Sneaking Suspicion as to who this is(a certain Red Hood simp?), so you're probably referring to my self ship nonsense. BUT I'm gonna do a Dork Squad polycule here as well for good measure. I think it's highly dependent on the version for any of them, so I'll specify source material.

Self Ship - I'd say Arkham Eddie is the most likely to get himself kicked from the cuddle sesh. As much as I love this man, he has a tendency to be condescending. Not that I think he would ever intentionally insult a romantic partner, but I can see him saying something intended to be sweet that comes out sounding more like a backhanded compliment. Feelings are hurt and he doesn't understand what he did wrong until it's explained to him. Things are resolved quickly once his s/o feels up to talking about it, however.

Dork Squad - See, there are two kinds of Jervis in my mind. The gentleman and the feral bastard. Now if we've got our favorite trio all snuggled up together and our Jervis is feral, chances are he's going to get restless at some point. Ed and Jon, meanwhile, are just trying to relax. If Jervis' antics happen to disrupt that, he's going to have to go into time out.

Now if our Jervis is a gentleman, it's anyone's game because gentleman or not, every single one of these men has the potential to be petty as hell. If it's a quiet cuddle pile, just enjoying each other's company, everything should be fine. But if they're enjoying some conversation with their cuddles and they happen to disagree on something, it's anyone's guess who'll say something to ruin the moment.

#jervis tetch #mad hatter #dc mad hatter #jonathan crane #the scarecrow #dc scarecrow #edward nygma #edward nigma #eddie nashton #riddler #the riddler #dork squad #dork squad shipping #scriddler #hattercrow #riddlehat #edward nygma x reader #edward nigma x reader #riddler x reader #dc #so many tags send help

[incorrectspquotes]

“I don't have to beat you. I just have to keep you here... until Skulduggery shows up.”

Valkyrie Cain, probably

#skulduggery pleasant #valkyrie cain #skulduggery #source: gentleman bastard

[royalsweetteaa]

This will probably be a hard task and I’d fully understand if u can’t go through with it because they are all so damn fine 😩🤚

- But I’m curious to know which cevans characters u like from most to least? And maybe ur reasons to ur ranking. I love hearing peoples different opinions. Share horny thots too if u want! 💁🏾‍♀️

Love ur work by the way!! 💕

Thank you, I’m glad you enjoy my work!! ♥️🥰 And gosh, yes this is indeed a hard one, but not too hard, - the only problem is the list always changes for me depending on what character I’m feeling more emotionally connected to at the moment. 😂

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI - THIS IS MY OPINION

I’ll keep it simple (not really, I’m going in-depth):

1. Ransom Drysdale

He will always be first. Each time I rewatch ‘Knives Out’, my attachment to him reignites. His style, his persuasive, demanding and manipulative demeanor is so fucking hot and what’s hinted to him having a shitty childhood (because he’s parents are shitty) is fan fic fuel for me to reshape him as a character without leaving far away from the actual source material. He’s an egotistical and arrogant bastard and my toxic trait thinks I could fix him. 😭

I want him over me and do whatever the hell he wants to me. I bet I would cry because he’s a little intimidating but I honestly don’t care. I’ll let myself be distracted of his beautiful face.

2. Jake Jensen

I want to give my first, marry and give a child to someone like Jake, - correction I want to give it all to Jake himself. A man who cares about the ones closest to him and is awkwardly humorous to the point where you can’t help but melt how absolutely adorable he is. He would know how to brighten your day even if it’s your worst, and he’s just so open, I know living a life with him wouldn’t be boring. He would be such a good father and husband (we’ve already seen how supportive of an uncle he is), and he seems so gentle, it gives me comfort.

His shy and awkward demeanor tells me he’s a bit of a sub, and while I’m 100% a sub as well, I would exclusively think of switching if my man’s exactly like Jake, - sweet, humorous and not threatening in the slightest. I want to ride Jake so bad it’s actually a constant thot in my mind.

3. Johnny Storm

This is a hard one because Johnny and Steve always switch places but I’ve been in a good Johnny mood these past weeks so I’ll put him above Steve for now.

What makes Johnny great is he does not have a completed character arc, which opens a whole new world of imaginations and creativity. It’s so obvious they were going to set him up with a woman for the third installment but that never came, which to me is great! Again it’s my toxic trait of thinking I could change men to be a better person because I’m just that ✨ special ✨.

Also while I have a thing for older and mature men, something about being with a bold immature manchild and manwhore is so hot to me. Like yes sir, let me be that special woman in your life from your hundreds of previous partners. 💅

4. Steve Rogers

I love Steve and adore him sm… - up until the very end of which his finale character arc is questionable and so unappealing to me personally it actually makes me a lil mad. 😭😭 I could talk all day of how his ending ruined his character arc AND Peggy Carter’s (yes I like her, go watch Agent Carter it’s so good and I think you’ll like her too if you watch it - otherwise please don’t judge me) but I won’t, so I keep it simple of pretending it never happened.

His whole story of being from the past is such a cool concept to me. I want to teach Steve all about the modern world of what he doesn’t learn through his line of work, and I love how much of a gentleman he is from the 40s etiquette. He’s husband material for sure.

ALSO LET ME NOT FORGET TO MENTION HE AWOKE MY SIZE KINK! All those smutty fics of him being so huge, and fucking the reader with an abnormally large dick makes me so horny, I can’t —

5. Andy Barber

Andy hasn’t been occupying my thots as much lately but I love his character and I stand be the fact he’s the ‘dommest of them daddies’. This man of law would have been kinkier if his wife was too.

Like I want him to spit in my mouth and tell me I’ve been a bad girl while he fucks me from behind and calls me his dumb whore. I know deep down he’s into that, Laurie’s just holding him back.

6. Ari Levinson

Ari is hot and sexy, - all the good stuff. BUT it’s so hard to get fueled by him because he’s in one movie where he is one of many characters and we don’t get to know him that well. 😭😭 We really be having no choice other than going off what we think would be canon for his character but it’s ultimately not, which is kind of a bummer. I’m only attached to Ari in fan fics, not so much from the movie - which is fine but my main point still stands, we should have gotten more interactions from him.

But yeah, he can get it anytime from me. 😏

Please, either reblog / comment with your ranking! I’m curious too to know what other people think! <3

#anon <3 #thots 💭 #cevans characters #johnny storm #jake jensen #ransom drysdale #steve rogers #ari levinson #andy barber

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

JOEY, sarcastically rehearsing in her troll disguise: my name is joanna claire, bronzeblood. i am wearing clothes full of dammek’s sweat. i am dumb enough to walk around alternia without a weapon of any sort. also, i am, alas, entirely fictional.

#submission #Source: Gentleman Bastard Sequence #joey does not want to go to the cosplay convention . #homestuck #hiveswap #incorrect homestuck quotes #incorrect quotes #mod dave #joey claire

[humblemooncat]

*Tosses this old man at you*

I want to eventually introduce my other rp characters/OCs here, so I figured I'd start off with my favorite besides my WoL, Ki'to.

Backstory & other info under the read more 'cause it got lengthy. xD

This here is Seire Greystone (formerly Jehantel when he'd adopted his mother's name), bastard son of House Dzemael and youngest brother to the now retired Count. Though his mother had traveled to Ishgard for a while, he was born and raised in Ul'dah. He learned much in the Jewel of the Sands, mainly the merchants' trade and how to source and make his own jewelry.

As his mother forbade him from traveling to Ishgard, he made himself a cozy little spot in the Sapphire Avenue Exchange for many years, though ever questioning why he could not visit his homeland. At age 25 he was finally told why. Though this only served to fuel his curiosity; he'd seen and befriended children born of illegitimate means before, why would it matter over there? Still, he heeded his mother's pleas and stayed.

When she had eventually passed a couple years later, curiosity once again got the better of him and he made his way north.

After settling in to the home he had bought with his savings, Seire finally decided to explore the city. Only to see an all too familiar face; one of his frequent customers, and apparently manservant to House Dzemael, "sent" to keep an eye on his mother and eventually him as well. (Y'all can't tell me the Dzemael's wouldn't be that petty. They absolutely would)

Though he was determined to become a Dragoon, as his mother used to tell him stories of the Azure Dragoon which fascinated him to no end, his old regular had other plans for him. The man enrolled him in the Scholasticate, knowing full well if he became a man of the cloth he would bear no other children of Dzemael blood into the world. Though originally threatening his mother's life if he did not join, he'd soon realized from his demeanor that she walked Halone's halls. Instead threatening to reveal him as a bastard to the entire Holy See. Now, Seire had no clue that that was not as much of a threat as he made it seem, but with his mother's warnings in the back of his mind he conceded.

Not only did he join the Scholaticate, but passed with high honors at the end of his schooling and was extended a hand to join the clergy. Upon chancing to hear of the manservant's dismissal from House Dzemael however (and knowing now he was acting alone), he refused, having no further need to play this game.

Though his faith in Halone was strengthened, he still knew he would better serve her with a lance in hand. So he trained for years to eventually take up the dragoon's mantle. And faithfully did he serve against the Dravanians for many years, and made many an alliance along the way. By the end of his service he was endeared to both House Haillenarte and Fortemps, and even took up the latter's mantle as a knight for a while before he would finally retire at 50. Though what little good it did as he took up the lance again at Count Edmont's behest for the crescendo of the Dragonsong War.

It was then, after man and dragon joined hands once again, that he finally knew peace.

Other Info In case y'all are curious and/or want to rp sometime!

Age: 51 Race: Wildwood Elezen Patron Deity: Halone, The Fury Gender: Male, He/Him Height: 6' 10" Server: Zalera, Crystal DC (Though I hover around Ishgard on Balmung and Mateus most often) Open to walk-ups? Yes Open to venue & event invites? Yes Open to shipping? Depends; It would have to be an older gentleman like him, as he is a gay ol' boy who's not interested in anyone much younger or older than him. (He also rather enjoys Au ra if you've got one who'd be interested)

If there's anything else you're curious about in regards to him, by all means send me an ask! (Or, if you want to target any asks from my ask meme reblogs at him, just mention it's for him so I know!)

I have one other OC on Dynamis I'll introduce at a later date; she's a peach that I'm sure y'all will love. I figure I'll trickle them all in eventually. o/

If you read this far, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy this old boy as much as I do. As reward for your patience, here is what he looks like in my mind's eye (Just without the scar; If you know the artist btw, please tell me! Reverse image search came up empty!)

#Seire #Seire Greystone #ffxiv oc #ffxiv #Boy I wrote a lot more than I expected #He's always open for RP btw!