i do declare!


ask and I shall answer — this is Yuuei’s unicorn daughter now ♫

Have a tiny self-indulgent gif while I try to remember how to hold my pen!


The Baudelaire’s refusal to be grateful for their unfortunate events seemed like such a good message for kids - so I made a thing.

There are two kinds of evils in this community

There’s the lawful evil branch where the poisonous apple that is @tintas-galhadas grows. They will consistently feed you angst and horror while still staying “within reason”

Then, at the root of the tree weeds out the chaotic evil @atomiktaco and his shocking, cute awfully dreadful curve balls. And I have no idea why he’s chaotic evil, but Añes says he is, so I guess it’ll stick.

They both must be feared. 

And threaded carefully around. 

And dreaded.

There’s no neutral evil


Bucky Barnes Series
-Your attraction to the brooding Winter Soldier is instant, but when you overhear him talking badly about your appearance those feelings of desire quickly turn to hate.

Part One

Part Three

Part Two

“Hey Doll.” The dark haired man smiled, flashing all his teeth in an obvious attempt to attract you. The attempts to flirt made your skin crawl yet your icy responses did little to deter him, the unwanted attention you were receiving causing you to become restless. Your eyes soon began searching for the much kinder Steve. “Something on your mind, Doll?” He asked sweetly, reaching for your hand as he noticed your distracted eyes. 

“Yeah.” You replied shortly. “Steve.” That got a reaction out of him, he reared his head back and you took that moment to snatch your hand back. 

 "Excuse me?“ He gasped, shocked. 

 "You heard me. You don’t interest me, you’re not attractive and your attempts at flirting are absolutely abysmal. It’s a wonder you were even let into an establishment as classy as this-” you emphasised, motioning around you with your hands, “in a suit like that.” You finished, prodding his chest and the material that covered it. 

 "I-“ he began, only to be interrupted. "So I won’t be wasting my time on you- in fact- there’s Steve now.” You brushed past him, bumping shoulders as he stood in the same spot, completely shocked by your unexpected and sudden rudeness. The smile of petty victory overtook your face and you puffed your chest out with pride. 

“And one last thing, Buck.” You sang, putting sickly sweet emphasis on the nickname. “I’m not your Doll.” And with that you sauntered off, feeling his eyes on you the whole way. 

It felt like the beautiful beginnings of a new enmity.  

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Pride and Prejudice, and Consent

Time to cleanse the palate with a bit of positive relationship analysis!

One of the tropes that plagues, and has plagued, romance fiction ever since the invention of the novel is the idea of female consent not being necessary as long as the male is desirable and/or really wants her. Often, the heroine will succumb either to her own desires or his, whether she is entirely willing to do so or not, and that is framed as being analogous with passion—even love.

Well, two hundred years before Fifty Shades of Grey played fast and loose with consent issues, I present to you the antithesis of this trope in Mr. Darcy of Pemberley.

Elizabeth Bennet, the heroine of Pride and Prejudice, receives two proposals of marriage that are eerily similar, despite the outward differences of her two suitors. Mr. Collins and Mr. Darcy both spring unexpected and unwelcome proposals of marriage on her, calling to light her family’s lack of financial security and connection, seeing themselves as condescending to offer for her, and being completely perplexed by her refusal to accept them.

Elizabeth to Collins: You could not make me happy, and I am convinced I am the last woman in the world who would make you so.

Elizabeth to Darcy: I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry.“

Elizabeth’s words leave no ambiguity for either gentleman: she soundly rejects them both in a similar fashion. From this, readers may infer that since Darcy and Elizabeth end up together, it is Darcy who is persistent in his romantic intentions after Elizabeth has said “no.” But in fact, it is Collins who refuses to take no for an answer, and Darcy who never oversteps his bounds.

The first thing Collins says after he hears her rejection is that she cannot be serious in her refusal. 

 "I am not now to learn,” replied Mr. Collins, with a formal wave of the hand, “that it is usual with young ladies to reject the addresses of the man whom they secretly mean to accept, when he first applies for their favour; and that sometimes the refusal is repeated a second or even a third time. I am therefore by no means discouraged by what you have just said, and shall hope to lead you to the altar ere long.”

So elevated is his own sense of self-worth that she has to explain to him that she did, in fact, mean what she said:

  “Upon my word, sir,” cried Elizabeth, “your hope is rather an extraordinary one after my declaration. I do assure you that I am not one of those young ladies (if such young ladies there are) who are so daring as to risk their happiness on the chance of being asked a second time. I am perfectly serious in my refusal.”

What is the result? Collins still doesn’t take no for an answer, again:

  “Were it certain that Lady Catherine would think so,” said Mr. Collins very gravely – “but I cannot imagine that her ladyship would at all disapprove of you. And you may be certain that when I have the honour of seeing her again, I shall speak in the highest terms of your modesty, economy, and other amiable qualifications.”

  “Indeed, Mr. Collins, all praise of me will be unnecessary. You must give me leave to judge for myself, and pay me the compliment of believing what I say.”

And again:

  "When I do myself the honour of speaking to you next on this subject, I shall hope to receive a more favourable answer than you have now given me; though I am far from accusing you of cruelty at present, because I know it to be the established custom of your sex to reject a man on the first application, and perhaps you have even now said as much to encourage my suit as would be consistent with the true delicacy of the female character.”

  “Really, Mr. Collins,” cried Elizabeth with some warmth, “you puzzle me exceedingly. If what I have hitherto said can appear to you in the form of encouragement, I know not how to express my refusal in such a way as may convince you of its being one.”

And again:

   "You must give me leave to flatter myself, my dear cousin, that your refusal of my addresses is merely words of course. My reasons for believing it are briefly these: – It does not appear to me that my hand is unworthy your acceptance, or that the establishment I can offer would be any other than highly desirable. My situation in life, my connections with the family of De Bourgh, and my relationship to your own, are circumstances highly in my favour; and you should take it into farther consideration that, in spite of your manifold attractions, it is by no means certain that another offer of marriage may ever be made you. Your portion is unhappily so small, that it will in all likelihood undo the effects of your loveliness and amiable qualifications. As I must therefore conclude that you are not serious in your rejection of me, I shall chuse to attribute it to your wish of increasing my love by suspense, according to the usual practice of elegant females.“

   ”I do assure you, sir, that I have no pretension whatever to that kind of elegance which consists in tormenting a respectable man. I would rather be paid the compliment of being believed sincere. I thank you again and again for the honour you have done me in your proposals, but to accept them is absolutely impossible. My feelings in every respect forbid it. Can I speak plainer? Do not consider me now as an elegant female, intending to plague you, but as a rational creature, speaking the truth from her heart.“

And again:   

"You are uniformly charming!” cried he, with an air of awkward gallantry; “and I am persuaded that, when sanctioned by the express authority of both your excellent parents, my proposals will not fail of being acceptable.”

In fact, Collins only stops pursuing Elizabeth when her father puts his foot down and backs her refusal. Pride and Prejudice is a comedy, and so the tone is light on the surface, but beneath the satire is a very real, earnest desire to communicate how often women’s words—even their consent—are dismissed as fickle or inconsequential. Seeing our heroine not fleeing dramatically from a villain, but pursued by an entitled man who doesn’t take her words seriously, we feel Elizabeth’s sense of outrage and how belittling it is for Collins to act this way.

By contrast, though we might imagine a love interest like Darcy to be overcome with passion and try to make her his own by any means, Darcy is remarkably restrained and respectful without ever losing his ardent love for the woman he wants to marry. The first divergence of his response from Collins’ occurs right after he has been rejected:

   "And this is all the reply which I am to have the honour of expecting! I might, perhaps, wish to be informed why, with so little endeavour at civility, I am thus rejected. But it is of small importance.“

The wording here is important. He doesn’t demand that she explain why she rejected him, but rather why she was so impolite about doing so (since he has no knowledge of her dislike of him). He continues to be honest about his objections to her family’s behavior and place in the world, and to be angry at her for defending the duplicitous Wickham, but he never tries to convince her that she was wrong in rejecting him, even though he still views her as a social inferior.

After their heated conversation, Darcy leaves with an apology that he has occupied her for so long:

   "You have said quite enough, madam. I perfectly comprehend your feelings, and have now only to be ashamed of what my own have been. Forgive me for having taken up so much of your time, and accept my best wishes for your health and happiness.”

This is a far cry from Collins following Elizabeth around after the proposal and trying to go over her head to her parents for support.

But wait—doesn’t the love interest write Elizabeth a letter, convincing her to give him another chance?

No. Both Darcy’s letter and its method of delivery are respectful of Elizabeth’s boundaries and her refusal of him.

It should be noted that an unmarried gentlewoman receiving letters from a man she was not engaged to resulted in scandal if it were ever exposed. If Darcy had wanted to compel Elizabeth to marry him, he would only have had to deliver the letter publicly, or through the post. Instead, he delivers the letter in person, when they are alone in a park and there is no chance of discovery. It is still a bit of a risk, though, and so he asks (not demands) that she read it:

“Will you do me the honour of reading that letter?“

Right from the beginning, Darcy reassures Elizabeth that he is not trying to impose on her or get her to accept him after she has made her wishes clear:

 "Be not alarmed, madam, on receiving this letter, by the apprehension of its containing any repetition of those sentiments or renewal of those offers which were last night so disgusting to you. 

While it is more than apparent that her rejection stung and he is still in love with her, he never brings up the subject of the proposal again—the contents are a defense of the charges she had laid against his character, as well as a warning against Wickham for her own safety. He doesn’t ask for a second chance or demand she reconsider her words, even in light of this new information. Moreover, he trusts her with the knowledge of his sister’s near-elopement with Wickham (which could cause a scandal if discovered), thus risking as much by delivering the letter as Elizabeth does by accepting it. In every way, he trusts her judgment and keeps her wishes in mind.

When they meet again at Pemberley, Darcy is trying to reform his behavior. He is cordial to her tradesman uncle and aunt, and has divested himself of the haughtiness that prevented her from seeing his true worth initially. Darcy does not give himself permission to pursue Elizabeth as a result of this change in character; it is only after they have met and talked cordially that he asks her, not to speak with him alone, but to meet his sister. In fact, he resists making romantic overtures for the duration of the visit, which ends abruptly when Elizabeth discovers her sister’s elopement with Wickham. And even there, when she and Darcy are accidentally alone during her distress, he makes no move to use the occasion as an excuse to “comfort” her with his advances. His reaction is, in fact, quite the opposite:

 "I am afraid you have been long desiring my absence, nor have I anything to plead in excuse of my stay, but real, though unavailing, concern.”

Another opportunity arises for Darcy to compel Elizabeth to marry him, this time out of gratitude. Unable to see Elizabeth so wretched, he finds Lydia and Wickham in London and, at great expense, convinces them to marry. He saves not only her sister’s reputation but that of her entire family. Yet rather than use that as an example to Elizabeth of what a good person he is, he forbids her aunt and uncle from mentioning that it was he who saved the Bennets’ good name. Elizabeth doesn’t even know he was involved until Lydia thoughtlessly gives the game away (after she, too, was sworn to secrecy).  

How then, do Lizzy and Darcy get together? It is Elizabeth herself who gives Darcy a reason to believe her opinion of him has improved. During a verbal duel with Darcy’s formidable aunt, she comes out the winner and point-blank refuses to give Lady Catherine a promise not to pursue Mr. Darcy. Lady Catherine petulantly tries to cut the problem off at the source by relating everything to her nephew. It works about as well as you’d expect.

 But, unluckily for her ladyship, its effect had been exactly contrariwise.

   "It taught me to hope,“ said he, "as I had scarcely ever allowed myself to hope before. I knew enough of your disposition to be certain, that had you been absolutely, irrevocably decided against me, you would have acknowledged it to Lady Catherine, frankly and openly.”

What prompts Darcy to renew his offer of marriage is nothing more or less than evidence that Elizabeth had seen his change of heart and accepted it.

“You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once.My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.”

Above is Darcy’s second proposal. After hearing her first rejection, he takes her at her word, respectfully gives her information that might have led her to mistaken conclusions about him, leaves even before he is asked to, reforms his own behavior, never takes advantage of their being alone to make unwanted advances, assists her and her family without taking any credit, and once he has seen enough signs to think she might accept him, renews his offer once and only once. If she says no again, unlike Collins, he will not continue to pester her or seek her out. He will not try to convince her that her decision was wrong. It is a sad statement on society that this is a remarkable thing, no less in the real world than in fiction, and all too prevalent in heroes of romance even two hundred years later. There is no shortage of love interests who mistake passion for permission, conflict for consent, and adversity for flirtation—but there is also no excuse for this to continue, particularly now. If a novel published in 1813 can understand the letter and spirit of consent, I think we can do better in our own time.

EDIT: Continued here.

Oswald Cobblepot felt safe with Edward Nygma, but sometimes – he didn’t want to. –Only In Dreams, @okimi79

Here’s my coord for nun of your business~ I was inspired by the crying Virgin Mary statues that I used to see in church and learn about in art history.

Head dress: Hysteria Machine
Dress: I Do Declare with hand beaded details by me
Shoes: Bodyline
Bag: My Inspiration Official
Choker: Moss Marchen
Necklace: Monili Rovi Italy

Bed Rest

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Requested by anon

Jason Todd x reader where the reader is pregnant and is on bed rest and Jason and his family are being super overprotective

“Jason, I’m fine!” you shouted as Jason tried to put you back in bed. “I just want to get something from the kitchen.”

“The doctor said that you are on bed rest, so you’re staying in bed,” Jason said, pulling the blanket over you. “Whatever you need I can get for you.”

“I want cereal,” you said, crossing your arms.

“That might be hard,” Jason responded, rubbing the back of his neck. “I think Dick ate all the cereal,” Jason said as you began to pout. “I’ll head out to the store and get some right now,” Jason said, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead before hopping off the bed and headed out the room. You pulled out a book from the nightstand and began to read. After a few minutes passed, Dick walked into your room.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Dick said.

“Hey, Dick,” you responded putting your book away.

“I heard I delayed your cereal craving,” Dick said, hanging his head in shame. “So I brought you some from my secret stash,” Dick said, revealing a box of Crocky Crunch and bowls, with a small carton of milk in them, behind his back.

“I can have the whole box?” you asked, eyes widening.

“Oh, well, I was um gonna let you have some,” Dick began rubbing the back of his neck, “but I guess maybe we could share?”

“I guess you can have some of my cereal,” you responded with a smile. Dick sat down next to you and poured some cereal in a bowl and offered it you. You reached out to grab the bowl but went across him to grab the cereal box and began eating it.

“I should have saw that coming,” Dick said, turning on the tv to watch cartoons. In a few seconds, you ate the entire box of cereal. “You ate that really fast,” Dick said, taking away the box.

“I was really hungry,” you responded.

“I guess I’ll leave you alone now,” Dick said, placing an arm around you and giving you a quick hug. “See ya, (Y/N).”

“Bye, Dick,” you said as Dick walked out the room but a minute later, there was a knock at the door. “Come in!” you shouted as Barbara, Stephanie, and Cass walked in. “Hey guys.”

“We just wanted to come check on you,” Barbara said.

“Thank you,” you said, smiling.

“So do you have cravings yet? Can you feel the baby kicking? Is it a boy or a girl?” Stephanie asked, rapid-fire before Barbara hit her on the arm. “Ow!” Stephanie yelled whilst everyone began to laugh.

“Are you excited?” Cass piped up.

“I’m very excited,” you said smiling wider when another knock came to the door. “Come in!” you said when Bruce slowly entered the room with Alfred right behind.

“Are you okay? Is the bed comfortable?” Bruce asked.

“I’m doing fine and the bed is comfy,” you answered.

“You sure? You don’t need new pillows or blankets?” Bruce continued.

“I’m sure,” you responded.

“Okay, girls. Let’s give (Y/N) some space,” Bruce said before walking out the room. Babs, Steph and Cass all waved their goodbyes as they exited the room. Alfred walked forward to the nightstand and placed a glass of water.

“Is there anything I can do for you miss?” Alfred asked.

“No but thank you, Alfred,” you answered before Alfred walked out the room with Tim walking in a second later. “Hey, Tim. What are you doing here?” you asked.

“Well since you’re on bed rest, I came to set up a game console to the tv and I was going to lend you my laptop,” Tim answered with a sheepish grin.

“Thank you, Tim,” you said, smiling. Tim walked up to the tv to set up the game.

“Finished!” Tim shouted as he stood up. “I should get going. I have coffee waiting for me,” Tim said, giving you a hug before walking to the door. You began to slump down into the bed before Damian walked into the room.

“I heard Drake came in here,” Damian said.

“Yes he did,” you responded.

“What did he do?” Damian asked.

“He set up a video game console,” you answered.

TT,” Damian responded. “I can do better,” Damian declared.

“What can you do?” you asked. Damian then opened the door as Titus and Alfred ran in and jumped on the bed. Damian then picked up a bag by the door and laid next to you on the bed. He pulled out a pint of ice cream and handed it to you with a spoon whilst he pulled out his own. You both began to eat your ice cream and watch tv whilst the dog and cat laid at your feet.

“I’m back!” Jason said, walking into the room with two grocery bags full of cereal. “Why is Demon Spawn here?” Jason asked.

“Entertaining (Y/N),” Damian answered, eating another spoonful of ice cream. “I’ll be going now,” Damian said, getting off the bed. “Goodbye, (Y/N)” Damian said to you before he glared at Jason whilst walking out the room with Titus and Alfred following suit.

“So what did I miss?” Jason asked, sitting down next to you as you gave him a spoonful of ice cream.

“Cereal, questions, more questions, video games, and ice cream,” you answered.

“You already had cereal?” Jason asked as you nodded in response. “I guess I can bring these to the kitchen.”

“No no no,” you began to say. “The cereal stays.” Jason walked over to you and laid down next to you. He wrapped an arm around you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

He smiled and said, “Just don’t eat it all at once.”

You turned to face him and planted a kiss on his cheek before saying, “No promises.”

Tags: @themortallife @wolf79

His Remedy - [BTS] Jungkook!Au

[A/N] My friend asked me what song comes into mind when I think of Jeon Jungkook, and truthfully? I couldn’t think of a better song than Lana Del Rey’s “Young & Beautiful”

Father told you to hide behind the closet and you did as told, without much question. You were just twelve but you understood everything. With as much power as your father had, it was only natural that he was taken, the way he did.  

Even though eleven years had passed, the memory stays vivid in your mind. Squeezing your eyes hard, breathing heavily will never make it better. Your hands tremble as you reach your mug of lukewarm water, sipping nervously. Unfiltered thoughts rushed out your tongue but unsaid, as you stood up, holding the edges of the desk, as you walked. Your knees almost give way until you caught yourself. You stare at that leather chair your father sat on, your grandfather sat on, your great grandfather sat on. That leather chair is where wretched plans were made. It had your father’s stained blood on them when he was shot.

They try to take the ‘throne’ away, not knowing that the heir is armed and ready.

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                                                                    ❝ He keeps his promise. I can’t get enough of his lips, his kisses, his hands, his touch, everywhere.

                                      And I finally know what it means to be worshipped.❞


The Harvey Specter way. (Mike’s way)

  • 707: Let's play the firetruck game.
  • MC: How do you play?
  • 707: I run my fingers up your legs and you say red light when you want me to stop. ;)
  • MC: Okay
  • *Seven moves his fingers up MC's thighs*
  • MC: Red light
  • MC: Red light! Saeyoung, I said red light!
  • 707: Hahah! Firetrucks don't stop for red lights! ;)
  • Bonus:
  • 707: Oh your face is red~ Are you burning up? Do you want me to put that fire out with my "hose"~?