#meme reply

Arranged Marriage Starters

She stared at him a bit nervously.

She was never meant to be in this position. Her parents promised her to the church and yet here she was, days after being told there was a change of plans and that she would be marrying him instead of her twin sister. Did he even know it was her instead of Karlie?

"I..." She didn't have a choice. It was her duty to marry him and...represent the family. But God, did he even know? "Did...did they tell you it would be me instead of my sister marrying you now? I'm Jalon, not Karlie. They told you, yes?"

She didn't want him in the dark; if he didn't know he was getting her instead of Karlie, then he needed to be told.

Subtle NS/FW

The gown was white, with a floor-length, brocade cape. The cape had golden fur around the edges, although Jalon wasn't sure what animal it came from. She thought he would go for her clothes first, instead the crown and hair piece were the first things Arthur removed. His touch was gentle as he carefully lifted the hair piece from her braided bun. Jalon's heart was racing, and her hands were gripping the edge of her cape to keep them from shaking.

Their wedding night, where they were supposed to consummate it. She knew where things went, but not much more than that. Did he know what he was doing?

She reached up and undid the clasp on her cape, letting it fall to the floor. Jalon offered a timid smile, telling herself to be confident.

Be brave. You can do this. It's just sex. It's not like you're going to war. And he's not forcing himself on you; he's taking his time.

She trusted him to be gentle with her, to be...not accommodating, but considerate might be a better word for it. He had been so far, so she doubted he was going to do anything terrible.

There was a silent question in his eyes when he leaned in, and Jalon nodded to him, moving to meet him part way. His kiss was just as gentle and sweet as their first kiss in the church during their wedding. It wasn't chadte, but it wasn't deep yet either. Color still bloomed across her cheeks and low in her belly, a welcome sensation.

✯ what’s their favorite official art of themselves?

"Are you implying there's art of me that doesn't captivate you fully? well, then I suppose my answer may surprise you..."

[Wounded] Vaggie is severely injured and has just collapsed.

“Some people fight for justice. I just fight because I don’t know how to stop..." The old woman pauses and raises her brows with a smile, "...Or more so I've been trained to provide the positive feedback loop." 💌@grandma-susan

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 : 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄-𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

“Oh Susan, you beautiful old bitty, you. I can believe it.” Prin listened intently, nodding along to the woman’s words. For her, Susan was such a gas she didn’t even mind possibly being the next target of scrutiny. It was a pardon for the price of entertainment. “You truly are a gem amongst sinners. Please never lose that je ne sais quoi.”

{{ Would Lucifer prefer Ducktales or Darkwing Duck? }}

// this may seem surprising coming from a child of the 90s, but I did not watch either of those shows to an extent that I have much working knowledge of either. I barely remember Darkwing Duck, and my memories of 90s Ducktales are vague.