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The coat of arms in the ballroom of the Beast’s castle consists of a lion, a boar, and the letters WD. The boar and lion are references to the Beast’s design, and the W.D. is of course, a reference to Walt Disney.


In the 2017 beauty and the Beast, the Beast has mentioned that he had an expensive education and read most of the books in the castle’s library, whereas in the original animation, the Beast never learned how to read, so Belle teaches him. Dan Stevens, who played the Beast, also famously portrayed the character Matthew Crawley on Downton Abbey, who also had a expensive education. Dan Stevens himself also studied English Literature at Cambridge University.


At the end of the new adaptation, Belle asks the Beast how he feels about growing a beard, and the producers have confirmed that that line was originally supposed to be included in the 1991 animation, but it was scrapped.


When the Beast shows Belle the magical book that allows her to teleport to anywhere in the world, she chooses Paris. The scenery of Paris shows, we see Notre Dame; Beast also suggests that they go visit it. Belle has a tiny cameo/was an easter egg herself in The Hunchback of Notre Dame!

Extra: Just like Belle in the movie, Emma Watson herself was also born in Paris!


During the opening song, Belle, she asks Monsieur Jean if he lost something again, to which he responds that he can’t remember what he forgot. While many fans considered this a nod to Neville’s scene with the remembrall from Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, director Bill Condon said that it was a total coincidence and that the line was supposed to be a reference to the Enchantress’ spell on the palace and townspeople; Monsieur Jean forgot about his wife and son, Mrs. Potts and Chip.


The name of Belle’s town in this movie is Villeneuve, which is a reference to the author of the original Beauty and the Beast story, Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve.


When Maurice enters the castle for the first time, he travels the sound of music to the great hall, where Cadenza was playing a song, and that song was Be Our Guest! This is also a reference to the fact that in the original animation, Be Our Guest was initially meant to be performed for Maurice instead of Belle.


Director Bill Condon has said that the Be Our Guest musical number has at least 12 musical homages including Singing in the Rain, Chicago, Cabaret, and West Side Story.


In the original draft for Beauty and the Beast (1991), Chip was initially a very minor character with only 1 sentence of dialogue, and all his other scenes were supposed to be replaced by a music box that couldn’t talk, only playing music to show his emotions. The music box was replaced with Chip after the producers realized it would be better to have a viewpoint of a child shown in the film.


When Belle enters the castle, Chip tells Mrs Potts that there’s a girl in the castle and also wonders what type of tea she likes to drink (Chamomile, Oolong, Earl Grey, etc). This is a nod to the fact that Mrs. Potts’ original name was supposed to be Mrs. Chamomile but it was changed to Mrs. Potts after the producers realized that Chamomile might be too hard for children to pronounce.


When we see Belle teaching a young girl to read in the village, the book reads “The blue bird that flies over the dark wood.” This is a reference to the opening scene in the original Beauty and the Beast animation, where we see blue birds flying over the dark first in front of the Beast’s castle.


At the tavern, Gaston asks LeFou “why no woman has snatched him up yet” to which LeFou responds that he has been told that he’s clingy, but he doesn’t see it. This could be a subtle reference to Olaf from Frozen (also voiced by Josh Gad), who is a very clingy character and is completely unaware of it.


Just outside the tavern there are 2 wooden carvings of boar heads, which is a reference to the design of the Beast in both the animation and live action movies. The production team used a wild boar as the main source of inspiration for the Beast’s head, with the tusks being a big resemblance (especially in the animation).


When creating the music for the movie, the director, producers, and music team came across some lyrics that were scrapped from the original film. Bill Condon confirmed that the lyrics were in Gaston, as well as the ending of Emma Thompson’s Beauty and the Beast in the finale. 

The new Beauty and the Beast words are: “Winter turns to spring//Famine turns to feast//Nature points the way//Nothing left to say//Beauty and the Beast”

& the new Gaston lyrics are: “When I hunt, I sneak up with my quiver//And beasts of the field say a prayer//First, I carefully aim for the liver//Then I shoot from behind//Is that fair?//I don’t care”


The new lines from Gaston “First I carefully aim for the liver/ Then I shoot from behind / Is that fair? / I don’t care” can be seen as foreshadowing to Gaston shooting the Beast in his back after the Beast let him go.


During the song “How Does a Moment Last Forever”, Maurice is shown making a music box that resembles his life in Paris with his wife and an infant Belle. (His art studio is also full of sketches of Belle’s mother and baby Belle.) These reflect Maurice’s inability to move on from his tragic past and let his daughter find true happiness. At the end of the film, during Belle and the Prince’s party (and possible wedding), Maurice is shown painting a picture of the joyous event. This reveals that Maurice has finally continued on with his life.


Maurice played by Kevin Kline is possibly inspired by Gepetto from Pinocchio as both old men are single fathers and are creators by making music boxes and toys respectively and both get separated from Belle and Pinocchio respectively as well.


The book the Beast uses to transport Belle to Paris is similar to the book seen in Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas during the song Stories, in which Belle flips through a book and is then incorporated into the scenes within the book.


The 2017 edition does not feature the song “Human Again” which was deleted from the 1991 animated edition but included with the home releases after 2002.


The concept of the household objects slowly losing their mobility comes from the stage musical. When Belle first enters in her bedroom, you can hear the instumental version of “Home”, the song which Belle sings in the musical in this moment of the story.

So This Is Love [5]


Summary: Y/N is heavily mistreated in her household. Prince Peter has to find a bride to become the queen of the kingdom.

AN: i had such a bad case of writer’s block with this one so idk how this turned out

Peter Parker x Reader


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Originally posted by andantegrazioso

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue. Yours?”


“What’s your favorite animal?”

“Horses. You?”

“Dogs, for sure.”

Peter and I shot questions at each other while we walked through the beautiful garden of the palace. Our hands were connected and swung slightly with every step we took. This whole night has been surreal. From my fairy godmother appearing to dancing with Peter.

Speaking of Peter, he’s been extremely amazing the whole evening. He’s the perfect gentleman. Kind, sweet, and charming. Not to mention, heart stoppingly handsome. What more could a girl ask for? I looked at him and saw how the moonlight hit his face. I felt incredibly plain compared to him.

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The Light Princess

Once upon a time there lived a King and Queen. They were a happy couple but, more than anything in the world, they wanted a child. It took years but the royals finally got what they wished for. A beautiful baby daughter. Her hair was a golden as the sun, and her cheeks as pink as roses.

Following tradition, the King and Queen organised a christening for their daughter. They were delighted to be having the celebration, and invited all but one person in the Kingdom. That person was Makemnoit, the King’s sister. She was a spiteful and sour woman, and the King and Queen didn’t want her to ruin such a joyous occasion.

However, through unfortunate events, Makemnoit heard of the christening and was fuming that she hadn’t been invited, yet strangers had.

She would show them what happened to people who wronged her.

And so, on the day of the christening, when happiness was at its peak, Makemnoit burst through the hall doors, creating a ripple of murmurs across the hall before they settled into a sea of silence.

The blood drained from the King’s face.

Makemnoit smiled a devilish grin, an evil glint in her eye. Her brother knew he had made a mistake and had to suffer the consequences.

Slowly, Makemnoit made her way towards the small Princess who was lying in her cot at the far end of the hall. With each clack of her heel on the wooden floor came an intake of breath from each person present.

When Makemnoit reached the cot, she took a long look at the Princess. It was a shame what she was about to do. She really was a gorgeous baby. If the King hadn’t turned her away from her own family’s celebrations, none of this would be necessary. But he had. And so it was.

In a clear voice, so that everyone could hear, Makemnoit cursed the Princess. By midnight, gravity would have no effect on her, and she would have to be held down to save her from floating away.

With that, Makemnoit turned on her heel and left without another word.

Whispers filled the hall, fear rising.

As soon as conversations began, the King stopped them, sending his subjects home so that he and his wife could prepare necessary safety precautions for their Princess.

Years passed and the Princess grew into a young woman. Still no cure had been found for her. This concerned the King and Queen as their daughter, now known as the Light Princess, stayed as light as a feather and could be blown away as easily as one. Not only that but the Light Princess hadn’t shed a single tear since the curse, and could not be made to see the serious side of anything.

Despite her curse, an activity remained that she could do just as well as anyone else. It was swimming. Swimming in the lake was one of her favourite pastimes. It made her feel normal because, in the water, gravity regained its effect on her.

As a result, the Court of Philosophers that the King and Queen had hired to find a cure for their darling daughter proposed a possible one. If the Light Princess cried, gravity may regain its effect on her.

This proposal, however, was wholly flawed. The Light Princess never cried. And if she ever did, there was no evidence that her tears could cure her.

Even with this in mind, the King and Queen decided it was their only hope, and tried everything they could to make the Light Princess cry.

Nothing worked.

Each day a new method was tried in the hope it would bring tears to the Light Princess’ eyes. Heart-wrenching and heart-warming tales were told. She even cut fifty kilograms of onions in the kitchens. Not a single tear was shed. After each attempt, the Light Princess just returned to the lake for a swim, unmoved.

One day when the Light Princess was swimming in the lake, a Princess from a neighbouring Kingdom walked past. Upon seeing the Light Princess splashing in the water, she assumed she was a drowning maiden. With haste, the Princess undressed to her under garments and dived into the water to save her.

When the Princess brought the Light Princess onto land, the Light Princess began to rise towards the sky. The Princess grabbed her ankle to stop her floating away while the Light Princess demanded to be put back into the water. She was a perfectly capable swimmer who didn’t need saving. Not to mention she was the Light Princess and in no way appreciated the way in which she was being handled.

Alarmed, the Princess pulled the Light Princess back down to Earth and into the lake, apologising profusely.

The Light Princess, back in the water, accepted the apology and looked over the Princess. “You’re not from around here, are you?” She commented. If she was, she’d know about the gravity not affecting her.

The Princess shook her head and explained that she was also a Princess but from the next Kingdom, and that she’d got lost and thought the Light Princess was drowning.

The Light Princess’ opinion of her softened and she invited the Princess to join her in the water. The Princess accepted, and the two of them swam together for the rest of the evening, getting to know each other better.

Every day for weeks on end, the Princess waited at the lake for the Light Princess to arrive so that they could swim together and spend more time in one another’s company.

Over time, the two Princesses fell for each other and relished the few hours they saw each other each and every day.

The Princess wanted nothing more than to make the Light Princess her wife, but she knew that, as long as gravity had no effect on the Light Princess, they couldn’t get married.

Meanwhile, Makemnoit, who lived in the forest by the lake, noted the time that the Princesses were spending together. Still sour and spiteful, she didn’t want the Light Princess to be happy. So Makemnoit schemed and plotted to try and find a way to stop them being together.

Finally, she hatched her perfect plan. If there was no water, the Princesses would not be able to have time alone with each other. Makemnoit made a hole to drain the lake and stopped the springs from running. She took every source of water away from the Kingdom. Even the babies no longer cried water.

The next time the Princesses met, the Princess had to hold the Light Princess close to her to stop her from floating away. They talked and talked, and realised the only way that the Light Princess could swim again, would be if a person blocked the hole which was draining the lake.

The Princess offered, even though she knew that whoever blocked the hole would die. But if it would make the Light Princess happy for the rest of her life, she was willing to do it. All she asked was that the Light Princess kept her company while the lake filled.

Resentfully, the Light Princess accepted the offer and sat in the lake as it filled while the Princess blocked the hole draining it.

After a while, the Princess began to splutter as the water from the lake threatened to fill her lungs. The water level slowly rose higher and higher until the Princess could no longer breathe.

Just as the Princess was about to drown, the Light Princess panicked, not yet ready to lose her love, used the Princess’ weight to ground her. She frantically dragged her from the lake and over land to her old nurse.

Her old nurse was a wise old woman and knew what was most likely to keep the Princess alive. If she and the Light Princess tended to her all night, it was possible she could live a long and healthy life.

And so, minute after minute, hour after hour, the Light Princess remained by the Princess’ side tending to her, keeping her breathing steady and making sure she was comfortable. The night dragged and each second felt like a year.

As the sun began to peek through the curtains, the Princess began to stir. Her eyes fluttered. Her fingers twitched. Seeing this, the Light Princess fell from her seat to the floor and cried in relief. Her Princess was going to be okay!

“Please don’t cry for me.” The Princess croaked.

That just made the Light Princess cry harder. They could live the rest of their lives together in happiness.

It was at that moment that the Light Princess realised she was lying on the floor without being held down.

She was cured.

Overcome with emotion, she jumped to her feet and kissed the Princess square on the lips.

Though weaker than she’d ever been, the Princess felt a grin spread across her face and a tear containing all her delight fall from her eye. She vowed that, once she’d taught the Light Princes how to walk, they would marry and travel the world together.

Time passed and, slowly but surely, the Light Princess learnt how to walk, the Princess never leaving her side. When she could walk unaided, the Princesses wed, the Light Princess able to walk down the aisle. It brought tears to the eyes of everyone in the Kingdom.

Makemnoit was the only person who did not come to the wedding. Her curse had been undermined and it caused the lake to overflow, flooding her house and taking her life with it.

Now blissfully untroubled by Makemnoit, the Princesses were able to live contentedly. As time went on, their family grew, both of them bearing children, none of whom lost their gravity. They all loved each other and lived together happily ever after.

anonymous asked:

just wondering but does jeremy have a tattoo in the tattoo au?

Oooh! That post was from pre-Jeremy (or at least pre-Jeremy in the main room and thus his fabulous self was not yet in my writing) so i hadn’t considered it but of course he would! Hmm. Jeremy might actually be the only one to have a set colour scheme rather than a set symbol (and i’m sure you can guess what that filthy colour combo is). 

Following a close call where Jeremy came to his rescue in the most obnoxiously improbable way Geoff gets a lurid monster-truck ramping off his shoulder blade. And with that the final unspoken barrier was breached, undeniable evidence of the truth they’d all long since embraced, that Jeremy was as permanently entrenched in the crew as anybody else.

It would be a joyous event except, well. The tattoo tradition is well and truely in place at this point so it turns out to be more of a problem than anything, considering not a single other member of the crew was even remotely prepared to ink that travesty of a vehicle onto their bodies.

Geoff cops a lot of shit for his choice, and for the longest time nothing is done, but eventually it is, as usual, Jack who comes up with a solution. She turns up one morning, after a long drunken night on the town with Jeremy, inexplicably bearing a neat little row of shots across the inside of her bicep. The glasses, holding varying levels of liquid, are two-toned; the same eyesore colours as Geoff’s truck, the unmistakable mark of Rimmy Tim.

From there all bets are off and within the next month or two the rest of the crew adds to their collection. After the pair utterly destroy a rival gang with little more than their fists Michael gets the most cartoony looking knuckle dusters printed on his ribs. When Jeremy spends a week going out of his way to keep Gavin occupied after a particularly nasty job got him down Gavin comes home with a fluffly little purple and orange tabby cat cheerfully etched into his skin.

Ryan’s takes a while, waits so long that Geoff’s gleefully insisting that the only thing left for him to do is to immortalise the godforsaken cowboy hat the whole crew thinks Jeremy wears just to spite them. In the end though, after Ryan and Jeremy get paired together for jobs more and more often the image comes easily. Crossed weapons, Jeremy’s favourite ridiculous custom coloured semi-automatic over Ryan’s sleek and sensible matte black, like crossbones over the fiery glow of an explosion.

(Original post / Michael and Jack

A Cursed Birth Pt. I

Galadra never expected her first pregnancy to end like this. As wife to the Crown Prince she was of course expected to bear an heir and secure the line of succession, so it was no surprise that almost a year after being wed she became pregnant with the Prince’s child and there was much celebration. Even her husband Toric, an intense and reserved man, expressed his joy upon hearing the news fro his beloved. As the months passed Galadra found herself loving her pregnant body as it swelled with the coming heir. The Crown Prince could not keep his hands off her either and the two frequently took pleasure with her fertile form. The child within her grew and thrived, and all of the Wyvernic Empire looked forward to the joyous event. Galadra never dreamed that pregnancy could be so wonderful and sensual. Everything went smoothly, until her ninth month…

   Her due date came and went without so much as a slight cramp or pang. At first it seemed like a small inconvenience; the healers and midwives gave her a litany of comforting responses after looking over the heavily-pregnant princess: the baby will come when it is ready, perhaps the date was wrong, these things happen all the time, etc. Sitting in her bedchambers, Galadra would caress her large stomach and sing to the babe within in the hopes that maybe it would coax it out. Toric began making love to his princess even more frequently, as that was know to sometimes start labor, and while Galadra enjoyed the nights of passion she had with her husband the child still would not come.

   Days pasted and as she neared the end of her her 10th month the worry began to get worse. Galadra’s belly kept growing as the child became larger in size. Moving around the palace was becoming an ordeal as the overdue baby began to weigh her down. Toric would always escort his wife through the courts, supporting her heavily pregnant form with a strong arm. Courtiers and nobles whispered in groups as the royal couple walked past, remarking on the unfortunate state of the Crown Princess’ pregnancy and that’s when talk of witchery began to circulate. At first the royal family brushed it aside but eventually they began to consider it a possibility as all the of the empire’s best healers and doctors could not aid Galadra. The Court Mage was called to investigate the scenario and after a few weeks he stood before the Emperor and his family and gave his verdict: the Crown Princess had been cursed.

   “Cursed?” Galadra gasped. “ Why would anyone do such a thing? Who would be so…evil?!” She held her oversized stomach as the notion sank in. Cursed! Her baby, the heir, placed under a curse to prevent it from being born. The sheer depravity of the idea made her feel ill and the blood run from her face. The Crown Prince, seated beside her, wrapped his arms around her as she slumped against his chest. Though his face was a mask of composure inside he was seething with rage. His father the Emperor was not as controlled.

   “Are you positive?” he growled, slamming his fist on the arm of his throne, “ Such accusations cannot be thrown about on a whim! I know how the Court loves to gossip and prattle about. I hope you haven’t decided to join in!”

   “Your Majesty, I have taken this matter quite seriously and have not allowed the idle whispers of others to influence my findings,” the Mage replied. “ That fact is that her Highness the Crown Princess is under a powerful curse which is preventing the child from being born. This is a very strong and deep magic; not your typical ‘hedge witch’ hexing. Whomever placed this curse is not playing around.”

   “How do we break it?” Toric asked in a low, calm voice.

  “The only way to break it is to find the one who placed it upon the Princess,” the Court Mage replied. “From the nature of the curse, I suspect that the culprit is not far from the capitol. Maybe even within the palace. With a curse like this, the afflicted must be monitored by the caster to ensure the effectiveness of the magic and possibly control its effects.”

   “ If it’s within the royal house…then I am not safe!” cried Galadra. “ Nor is our child!”

   Emperor Gavius angrily rose to his feet. “ All military units and battle magi are required to hunt for this…treacherous bastard! Do whatever it takes, any means necessary! No one will rest until I have them brought before me.”

   “Your Excellency,” added the Mage in a softer tone, “ It is my…personal suspicion…that whoever placed the curse on the Princess most likely was acting on someone else’s orders.”

   Gavius’ eyes narrowed. “You don’t mean…the Drakkonen?”

  “No, no, no,” the Mage quickly replied in an effort to avoid an all-out war, “I was thinking someone…close to the Royal House. A blood-traitor.”

   “Blood-traitor,” Toric softly hissed. “ Someone who wants control of the line of Succession…?”

   “You’re not accusing your brother Matthias?!” Galadra exclaimed, but Toric shook his head.

   “No, not him, but someone else perhaps?”

  “My son would never….” The Emperor roared before pausing momentarily. Maybe not his own children, but someone else could be the culprit. Perhaps in one of the other Houses. He looked at his Court Mage “Treachery within the branch families?”

   “ It wouldn’t be the first time” replied the Mage. He stepped closer to the Emperor and lowered his voice. “Remember the horrible feud between your grandfather and his brother?”

   “That matter was settled years ago,” Toric replied, “ They acknowledged they have no claim to the throne, on paper and before the court as it were.” He leaned towards his father in concern. “Do you think they may have been plotting something like this all along? Our own blood?”

   “If one cannot trust one’s own family,” the Emperor heavily replied, “ then who can one trust?”

   That evening the Crown Prince held his wife in his arms as she sobbed in despair.

  “What are we going to do?” she cried as Toric tried to soothe her. “ If they’re here in the palace then we must flee but even then…” she looked down at her massive belly, “ I don’t think I’ll ever be able to give birth. It’s grown so big I fear it won’t pass! Oh god, Toric!” Galadra buried her face into her husband’s chest and wept bitterly. Toric felt a wave of rage slowing building up inside; Galadra and their coming child were the only two people he felt any love for. She was the only one who could keep what he called his ‘darkness’ at bay but to see her, and their child, like this made the blackness inside of him surge once more. He held her tightly as she continued to cry and all he could think of was murderous vengeance and rage.

   “ They will be found,” he softly said, “ They will be found and I will personally see to them. Nobody will get away such…”

  “ But the baby,” Galadra looked up into her husband’s face. “ Can you see to that as well?” Toric gently placed a hand on the swell of her abdomen. He felt the baby move inside and for the first time in his life he felt completely helpless. Was there nothing either he or anyone in the Empire could do? Even if they did catch the caster would it be enough? Would they be able to have the size reduced? Feeling the baby stir ignited in him determination. He could not fail; somehow their child and royal heir would be born and his wife unharmed.

“ My love,” he took her face in his hands. “ I swear on the Empire and my life that no harm will come to either you or our child. I will see to that.”

“But how can you swear as much?” she asked. She looked down at her gravid stomach in despair as the baby continued to move around in its confined space. “ No amount of magic can help us now…” She watched her stomach shift beneath the tight fabric of her gown, as if the baby trying to push out of her womb. Galadra gently rubbed the spot in a effort to sooth its movements as well as give her body a little peace. Toric placed his hand on hers and began to kiss his wife’s face. Gala softly moaned and returned his love. She knew what would come next and in this hour of despair it was a welcomed oasis of respite.

A while later the Crown Prince was possessing the heavily pregnant princess from behind as she knelt on all fours in her bed. Toric’s hands cradled her pendulous belly as it swayed with the rhythm of their bodies and thrust himself into his wife with desire. Although he knew it to be futile, he prayed silently that maybe this time her pains would begin. Galadra moaned in pleasure and gripped the silken bed sheets in her slender fingers. She threw her head back and caught their reflections in the mirror opposite the side of the bed: an erotic tableau of sex and pregnancy. Toric caught her eye in the reflection and for a moment they watched themselves in action.

“ Harder, Toric,” Gala gasped, “ Fuck me as hard as you can!”

“But the baby,” he protested but the princess shook her head.

“Don’t hold back anymore! Toric, break my waters!” she desperately cried. “ I want to give birth, damnit!”

The prince grit his teeth and began to thrust into his wife with wild abandon, his cock slamming repeatedly into Galadra’s closed cervix. He had never been this rough with his wife, always worried about the well being of their baby, but Toric was just as desperate to save their child as his wife. Galadra emitted a long, low moan from the sensation as she moved in rhythm with her husband’s violent thrusts. Toric’s grip on her belly tightened, hands pressing into the taut skin of her midsection. He could feel the baby squirming in protest from chaotic movements and penetration. Toric closed his eyes…

“Please…please…” he silently prayed to no one.

Galadra no longer felt pleasure in the moment; sex was now a last-ditch effort to force her cursed womb into labor. She felt hot tears of frustration trickle down her cheeks and mingle with the sheen of sweat on her face.

“Come, on, COME ON!” She cried in despair as she bucked harder against Toric’s body. The baby’s movements were becoming more frantic as well and it that moment all three were working together in combination to bring about Galadra’s pains. Their efforts were, of course, in vain.

Afterwards the the damp bodies of the royal couple lay entwined upon the bed. Toric massaged Galadra’s bare stomach as she silently laid her head on his chest. The baby was still restless from before and the swell of her belly rippled from the movements. Galadra softly moaned and shifted her tired body into a more comfortable place as her husband rubbed the underside of her belly.

“ What if they never find the traitor,” she softly said, “ and the curse can’t be lifted?” she looked up into Toric’s eyes. “I can’t…go on like this.”

“ Don’t say such things, Gala,” he replied, “I told you-”

“No Toric, I mean it,” she took his hand off her stomach, “I can’t go on like this.”

To Be Continued…

–L. Wyvernic

obsessionnostalgia  asked:

I love the ask about all the emotions in The Brightest Fell. It took me FOREVER (jk, two days) to read the first 50 pages because I knew once I really got going, I wouldn't be able to stop AND WHAT IF BAD THINGS HAPPENED TO THE CHARACTERS I LOVED? I read the rest of it in one sitting. Thanks for the book, I look forward to many more -- and OMGWTFBBQ AT THE SHORT STORY IN THE END!!!!!

Bad things will, sadly, always happen to the characters you love, because that is what a book does.

A whole bunch of folks have asked me, in the aftermath of this volume, whether Toby will ever get a break.  A few people have asked if we could have a book where Toby just like, does the laundry, and cuddles with Tybalt, and maybe makes dinner.  And there’s a problem with that, appealing as it is, because there’s no conflict, which means there’s no story.  The tension is gone.

That doesn’t mean I don’t want the same thing!  Sometimes I put myself to sleep at night thinking about all the nice things Toby does when she’s not on the job, how she organizes her cupboards and goes shopping and finds new ways of getting blood out of fabric.  But as a book, it just…wouldn’t work.

I give away a lot of short fiction on my website.  A lot.  One of the pieces, “Married in Green,” is the story of a wedding.  The description explicitly says “You are cordially invited to join the Healys and the members of the Campbell Family Carnival on the joyous event of the marriage of Jonathan Healy and Frances Brown.  Assuming they go through with it.“  No implication that monsters will attack, or that the house will catch fire, just that there will (or won’t) be a wedding.  And since this is a backstory piece, filling in history for the family, we know there will be a wedding.

Everything I put out in the world gets reviewed, because that’s what I signed up for.  And the majority of the reviews of “Married in Green”–a free short story, remember, not a book that people paid for–complain about how nothing happens.  There’s just a wedding.  Boring.

I love that story.  But wow, did the reactions to it scare me off ever writing something where people don’t get hurt.

anonymous asked:

I hope it won't offend you, but I was just wondering do you have headcanon of Yuuri and Victor's sexuality? Are they Gay, Bi, Pan, Trans, Genderfluid, Genderqueer, Non-binary, Ace, Demi? Experienced or Inexperienced? Virgin or Not? How they discover it?

I actually have a lot of headcanons about these things!

Yuuri’s sexuality is complicated. I definitely don’t headcanon him as gay because I think he has the potential to be sexually attracted to just about anyone provided that he’s established a relationship with them. I think Yuuri can be a very sexual person, but it depends entirely upon his existing relationship with them. I generally headcanon that he and Phichit had a sort of platonic sexual relationship in college, which Yuuri had to cut off because Yuuri is the kind of person who just associates his sexuality with romance, and Phichit isn’t, and that’s fine but neither of them wanted to muddy the waters of their friendship. Yuuri was getting anxious and Phichit understood–Phichit also understood that Yuuri wanted something more out of a sexual relationship. For this reason, I guess I would say Yuuri is somewhere on the ace spectrum, probably Demi-sexual. If that makes sense? Sorry if that came out wrong. 

Viktor, on the other hand, is very straightforward. I headcanon Viktor as gay. Viktor likes having sex with men. He likes their voices, he likes being touched by men, he likes the way that men have sex. Obviously gender is a more complicated issue and Viktor has his own gender things, but generally Viktor is attracted to people who identify as men. Viktor has always wanted to have a husband, you feel?

AS FOR GENDER, that has its own labyrinth in my brain. I’ll attempt to be succinct:

I don’t think that Viktor or Yuuri is what would be considered trans, generally, but nor to I think either of them is straight forward, cis man, I was declared male at birth and that is what I am.

Except when I do. It’s complicated. 

Lets put it this way: If Yuuri, in some miraculous and joyous turn of events, were confirmed as a trans man, I would not be surprised, and I would also be very, very happy.

I’m uncomfortable talking about these things for the simple fact that I consider myself a cis woman. I don’t consider my gender so rigid and cut-and-dry as just ‘I am a woman, that’s all there is folks’, but nor do I consider myself a trans person in any way. The closest thing I’ve come to in explaining my own feelings on my gender is ‘demi girl’, but even that isn’t really??? appropriate. There’s not really a label for what I feel, but that doesn’t make me uncomfortable. I don’t experience dysphoria. It would probably bother me if someone used ‘he’ to refer to me. Not so much ‘they’, but still I prefer she/her which are the pronouns I was assigned at birth. For that reason, I don’t really feel like I belong in the discussion on trans issues–at least not as anything but an ally.

But yes. I see Viktor as genderqueer, in that he doesn’t generally mind WHAT pronouns people use for him or which gender people see him as; he dresses masculine at this point in his life, but hasn’t always. I think young Vitya probably wore a lot of skirts and liked to feel pretty. 

Yuuri is more comfortable being seen as male. I think he prefers a slightly gentler, more feminine style for himself than is generally considered ‘usual’ for men (whatever that means) but in the end he is a masculine person. 

Also, when I write Yuuri, it’s always in the back of my mind that he may be dfab. I’m not sure why, but it’s always there. I tend not to directly mention Yuuri’s anatomy as much as Viktor’s for this reason.

So yeah, I hope?? that makes sense and that I voiced myself in a respectful way? Yeah.


It was four in the morning. 

At least that was the words he heard uttered by his house steward when he bumbled his way through the doors of Shallowbrook Manor doused in gold dust. The Ranger-Lord let out a snort and a few slurred words before departing for his beloved room. Much of their conversation was a bit of a blur, but the second he found the piano bench, he knew he was home.

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Prompt: Fluff Daily Themes: Sun, Heart, Perfect

Summary: Ichigo and Rukia finally go out on a date.

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Kurosaki Ichigo was anything but vain. He didn’t care that much about his looks or the clothes he wore. It if was comfortable and his style, he’d wear it. However, today he actually wanted to dress nicely. He raided his closet, frantic, looking for something decent at least. He found nothing, zilch, nada. All he had were ripped jeans and several T-shirts. The teenage boy cursed loudly. Of course he didn’t have anything to wear on this special occasion.

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and it makes me wonder

“To tell you the truth, I’ve been looking for a chance to escape, but it’s difficult in a setting like this.” Victor glances around, and Yuuri does too, despite knowing what he’ll see - people being dragged to dance, to get in a picture, pulled over to share a story - and well, knowing that it’s not just him that finds it all rather exhausting helps Yuuri feel a bit more at ease.

“Don’t worry, I’ll do my best to hide you,” he jokes.

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i wrote this for @cofferi‘s birthday🎂!!! ‘this’ being a simple fluffy yuuri-and-victor-meet-at-a-wedding fic!

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I recently passed the 100 followers milestone, which wow it’s a miracle all by itself, so I decided to celebrate this joyous event with a thank you post. I adore all of you and I am so grateful for your support, you have no idea. This fandom is so great and you all have made me feel at home. So here’s a little list of people who have been ultra nice to me:

First of all, my wonderful followers who are a bit shy to come out of anon but that still manage to make me smile every single time they ask a question because damn you are a wild bunch but I wouldn’t want it to be any other way. You make my day every time you send something in and I will always be thankful for the little interactions.

                              ~ : My Partners In Crime : ~

@ice-daddy-vitya: the first person to come up to me and welcome me into this madness. I am forever thankful for that and all the crazy bits and pieces that we have come up together. You really bring out the most ridiculous part of my muse and that is simply awesome.

@softbeka:Sweet, sweet, sweet! Lovable and a soft and cuddly Otabek and my Yuri just wants to squish and cuddle and… other things, but that’s beside the point here. My point is that I love how you can come up with ways of surprising both my muse and me, and how our threads can get outrageously sweet and spicy at the same time. It’s like making candy!

@otabangbang: What can I say? You complete me? That’s too 90s movie, but it pretty much goes about it all. Your Beka is awesome and can handle my muse so easily, it’s incredible. I love our threads and how they get plot twists even without us planning anything beforehand. 

                                       ~: The Wild Gang : ~

@goldenbeka@anxious-katsudon, @mystique1400, @yurioplisetsky1304: You all have made my stay here all the more lovely. Your questions, your interactions, your muses and your messages ooc. Thank you, really, for making me feel at ease.

And finally for something a bit different: 

                                         ~ : The Regulars : ~

@theholmesalone, @theniftycat, @glacialispictorem:these three right here, these three persons are entire constellations bottled up and shown in human disguise. These three, even when they may not follow every single crazy rp blog I create (because seriously that would be wicked) have been there for me for a very long time and I am simply grateful to life that we crossed paths. Wonderful people, seeing them in my dashboard always makes my days a bit brighter even when I am feeling down. You motivate me to be a better person, if only to try and return something from what you have given me.

So there you have it! I have nothing more to say than to thank each and every single person who has taken the time to interact with me and my muse, you’ve really made the short time I’ve had this blog a blast and I look forward to all the new things the future holds for us.

Love you all,

~ Abril

NaruHina moment - (Sakura Hiden)

The snow that had accumulated in the village had all completely melted. The season was already springtime. Even the people who were walking down the street were liberated from their heavy coats.

“Huh? Sakura-chan”

Suddenly, she heard a voice from behind. It was a voice that she knew well.

“Naruto! Hinata!”

Turning around, Sakura saw the figures of the two of them. Both of them were wearing civilian clothes and were walking in her direction.

“What? (Are you two) on a date?” Sakura asked.

“Yup. Because by chance, both of us are off-duty”

“(How are you), Sakura-chan?” said Hinata.

“I was at the hospital in a business meeting with Ino”

“I heard about the discussion ‘dattebayo. Ah-, the usual-, what was that again-, The Children’s….err-, something clinic?”

“ It’s ‘The Children’s Mental Healthcare Clinic’ . After she corrected him, Sakura asked, “What are you up to right now? (Going out for) a meal?”

“Yup, (we’re going) to Ichiraku” Hinata nodded.

“Hey.” Naruto started to whisper into Sakura’s ear. (I borrowed 「An-An」from Sai. In (that magazine), it wrote about how the man should pay for the expenses of the date. But the cost for the courses (of the meals at the restaurant) were too expensive!)

While Sakura giggled a bit at Naruto, who was turning a little pale. She whispered back: (It’s fine! Don’t overstretch yourself. )

“What are you two talking about?” Hinata tilted her head to the side.

(Naruto responded back to her) with a laugh: “ Ah-, Ya-, It’s nothing, nothing (at all)”.

Naruto rubbed his stomach, “I’m looking forward to enjoying ramen~”

Since Naruto’s gesture was amusing, Hinata burst into laughter. At the sight of the heartwarming two people, Sakura’s mouth also broke into a broad smile.

The two of them were about to be recognized as an official couple in the village, (since they had been together for) several months.

Within their relationship, Hinata was shy while Naruto was thick-headed. When Sakura was near (the two of them), they had made (her feel) fairly anxious. However, now that (Naruto and Hinata) were happily tied together, (the three of them) also had joyous and sweet memories.
The event (that had brought them closer together) occurred this past winter.
The last descendant of the Otsutsuki (clan) was Otsutsuki Toneri, who lived on the moon. He had kidnapped Hinata’s younger sister, Hanabi. Snatching away her Byakugan, Toneri had planned for the downfall of the Earth.
Naruto was severely wounded while he battled against Toneri. The situation became one where Hinata was even taken away. Once Naruto had recovered, he crushed Toneri. They had then avoided the destruction of the Earth.
Throughout that mission, Naruto realized that Hinata’s being was irreplaceable and essential to him. And so, he informed Hinata about his feelings. (After) Naruto returned from saving the Earth with Hinata, they became a pair of lovers.

That news traveled throughout the village in an instant. For a short time, their shinobi peers and seniors were bantering at the two of them. However, such a time (when they were getting a little teased by their friends) was already over.

The other day, (Sakura) had received a written invitation. It was soon to be the wedding ceremony for the two of them.

Naruto: “Hey, how about we go together for ramen, Sakura-chan?” Naruto said such a thing while he flared-up and into a laugh. 

(In response), Sakura sighed back with “Well, about that-”.

“For what? (Why would) I go together with you? Because this an eagerly-awaited (time when you’re both) off-duty. (I’m saying that you two should) go on a full date.”

Sakura snuck around to behind the two of them. She pushed them on their backs. Naruto and Hinata were then walking along the bustling streets. Sakura saw them off as she viewed their figures from behind. Naruto was telling some kind of joke, and Hinata was laughing. At the sight of the two happy people, (Sakura thought to herself):

They’re lovely.  

She was unconsciously thinking that.

 - - - - - - - This goes for sakura - - - - - - - -  :

I’m proud of Sakura ( plus she is gorgeous )

Sakura encouraged Hinata to be straightforward.

Sakura helped Naruto and Hinata and She support them till the very end.

Later on, she’s Hinata’s maid of honor

So THANK YOU SAKURA-CHAN!! a big hug and kiss for you my strong and truly beautiful Sakura-chan!!

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[Translations and scan/official illustrations] by: OrganicDinosaur (ex

Ivan Chernenkov: First Night

This is a fanfic for otomesiren, under the OTOME Contest.

P/S: I hope you like this~ I have spent days revising this fic but I have deviated from what you have wanted and instead, focused a bit too much on, uh, some parts ;) Have a good night~ <3

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The prince was donned handsomely in his fine suit of jade and young maidens flocked to him endlessly. But his eyes had never wandered far from the lady in pink, dressed ravishingly in a gown of sheer pearl, the shimmering fabric hugging her small figure, looking as dainty as a little flower.

She was beautiful, and she was his.

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I will colour your morning
The colors of autumn.
That was not so sad,
And was the mood.

Open eyes
Waiting for you online!
You leave night tales
They will visit you…

Go back to real life
A new day meet!
Waiting in this joyous event
You so know it!

▒ ❄ *.:。✧ @noirpilot​ (x

Lance has known color for nearly two years now, and his heart was heavy. It should have been a joyous occasion, a momentous event where his grey and white world was washed away in color and light, the sign that your soul has finally found it’s other half. When Lance reopened his eyes, he should have seen his soulmate, his heart’s half, the person that the universe so delicately formed for him, and he for them. But Lance had not been outside, accidentally bumping into some stranger like so many found theirs. He was not at school, wasn’t anywhere public, he wasn’t even with other people. He had been in his living room alone watching TV

All he knows is that a mini documentary of the Garrison had come up on television. One moment there was an grisly and hideous man named Iverson barking up about the Garrison, and in the next moment the camera had zoomed to a group to current students, instructor and alumni. A second didn’t even pass before Lance’s mother heard the crash of the remote control clattering on the floor, or Lance’s screams about the sudden blinding light. 

Whoever it was, they were at the Garrison. By the time Lance regained the courage to open his eyes again, the documentary was over, and it wouldn’t be played again. That day Lance had made up his mind; his soulmate was clearly at the Garrison, and Lance was going to follow them there. 

That was two years ago though, and Lance has been here for a year now but no one has approached him. There wasn’t anything Lance could really DO after all, he has NO idea who it was that triggered his soulmate call and there was no way to know. He literally changed the course of his life for the chance to find his soulmate, but it seems like the universe didn’t find it fit for the effort to pay off. So for awhile, he gave up. Not completely, but he was here now and he had to make the most of this opportunity. His parents and sibling teased him much since, all amazed but proud of his newfound purpose to study hard and work well. It’s what got him into the Garrison after all. 

So, none of this was on his mind when they were saving Shiro. Takashi Shirogane, the golden boy of the Garrison, the role model and hero everyone adored and talked about; Lance’s hero. It was hard not to latch on and admire the strong and handsome figure of the pilot, and Lance was as weak as everyone else. He was on that stupid documentary, actually one of the main people in it. Hunk used to tease him that Shiro was probably his soul mate, with him being out in space and all and unable to know Lance. Of course Lance knew BETTER than that nonsense, and would just snort while saying ‘don’t even give me that kinda hope, buddy!’ 

Yes, Shiro was handsome and amazing, but there was NO way in any universe he was Lance’s soulmate. Shiro’s soulmate had to be as phenomenal, accomplished, maybe some hot freaking model who also solved the cure for cancer. Shiro was nice to admire, to look up to and hope maybe he would one day shake his hand and share a smile, but he wasn’t an idiot to believe they would ever stand on the same plane of existence. 

So naturally Lance trips as they’re saving him, ears burning red at his fumbling. “Damn!” he yells, but is quick to wrap that solid arm around his shoulders again. “Sorry,” he grits, legs moving quickly forward. “We gotta go Keith!” 

He had been completely unaware of Shiro’s own colorful revelation. The next time things had settled, the battered and scarred hero was passed out on Keith’s couch. 

Well, Lance could always have that handshake tomorrow. 

Kuroshitsuji and the Language of Flowers

Part 5: Chapters 81-84: Midnight Tea Party flower (for anonymous, thanks for the request)

What flower is depicted and what does it stand for?

night-blooming cereus: transient beauty

Context of the scene

This flower is given to the chosen few allowed to attend the principle’s Midnight Tea Party at Weston College. Only the P4, their fags and Ciel (because he excelled at the cricket tournament) are given the flower. The time it blooms the party takes place.


The night-blooming cereus, also called Queen of the Night, is a member of the cactus family. Most of the time it’s a plain cactus that almost looks dead. But once a year, during nighttime, the beautiful white flower blooms for only one night. Therefore, the flower is associated with transient beauty.

The principal’s Midnight Tea Party takes place during the night, so a night-blooming flower as a symbol for that makes sense. Like the blooming of the flower, the tea party also takes place only once a year. It’s a special occasion, only a chosen few are allowed to attend and it’s located in a hidden flower garden within the college.

The party is organized by the principle – the mysterious ruler of Weston who’s never really seen by anyone. So everything about this party seems mystical, fascinating and beautiful (at least to those who never attended).

This beauty and fascination is represented by the night-blooming cereus. However, appearances are deceiving and beauty is transient. Even though the party is supposed to be a joyous event that most students only dream of attending, it takes a dramatic turn: Secrets are uncovered, crimes are solved and people are being injured. The highly praised principle turns out to be Undertaker and the seemingly perfect tradition of Weston proves to be only a facade to hide the ugly truth.

It’s also interesting that on that special night the prefects and their fags don’t wear the usual flower that represents their dormitory. Only for this party they are all wearing the same flower. The rivalries between the different dormitories seem forgotten what emphasizes the illusion of unity and gives the (false) impression of the perfect miniature garden that the school tries to represent.

So in conclusion, the flower symbolizes the one special night in the year that the Midnight Tea Party takes place, when a few individuals have the honor of meeting the principle of the school. However, it’s only one short moment of beauty. In the end, the truth destroys it and shows that the beauty was only an illusion.

(If you want me to pick a certain scene to analyze, just send me a message.)

I will colour your morning
The colors of autumn.
That was not so sad,
And was the mood.

Open eyes
Waiting for you online!
You leave night tales
They will visit you…

Go back to real life
A new day meet!
Waiting in this joyous event
You so know it!

Novel Length Friday

Sweet Philes, this week’s Novel Length Friday post is a special one.  @kateyes224 and @piecesofscully will be at Wizard World Comic Con, so to celebrate this joyous event, we will be using today’s post as a massive recap of every Novel Length fic we have rec’d so far!  Each link will take you to our original post where rating, word count, summary and such will be stated for you.  

So if you’re stuck at home waiting for Con and panel updates on tumblr, browse our list.  Catch up on whatever you may have missed.  Have a wonderful weekend, and we’ll see you on Sunday for our usual smut date.

Homicidal Tendencies by Swikstr

Comfortably Numb by Paige Caldwell

Universal Invariants by Syntax6

SN 1572 by Prufrock’s Love

A Butterfly in China by Nicknoc

Iolokus by RivkaT and Mustang Sally

The Lost by Wintersong

Folly by RivkaT

Julia and Gabriel by Mish

Erosion by Annie Sewell-Jennings

Diametrically Opposed by Mountainphile

Tikkun Olam by RivkaT and Mustang Sally

Promises to Keep by Prufrock’s Love

All that is Dark and Bright by Malibu Sunset

Secret World by Bonetree

Amish Country by Lolabeegood

The FBI’s Most Unwanted by LeiaScully

Quis Si by Trixie 

Dr. Scully’s School for Exceptional Boys by Prufrock’s Love

Only Skin Deep by Mimic117