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𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗮, 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗰, 𝗮𝗿𝘁, 𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀, 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀, 𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗼𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀.

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗚𝗕𝗧𝗤𝗜𝗔+ 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆. 🏳️‍🌈

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Billie Piper

[willrounder]

billie piper come home please i miss you the kids miss you and we’re all waiting please i don’t care if you’re late anymore just come back

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[nataliescatorccioapologist]

My pookie who has dismembered two human bodies, directly killed at least one person, and participated in ritualistic cannibalism not necessary for survival🥰

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my pookie who has started two cults, sunk an axe into an innocent man's skull, and participated in ritualistic cannibalism not necessary for survival 😍

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Billie Piper photographed by Guy Lowndes for "Grazia", 2024

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Billie Piper photographed by Guy Lowndes for "Grazia", 2024

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Billie Piper photographed by Guy Lowndes for "Grazia", 2024

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Billie Piper photographed by Guy Lowndes for "Grazia", 2024

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ooo how about a Lily Frankenstein fic where, since Victor revived her, her body has always run colder? This is canon because John Clare is consistently described as having cold hands.

Lily doesn't really notice it about herself unless someone brings it up to her, because why would she? Her body is always that way so she's used to it.

So so so... the first time R hugs her/cuddles her and they're warm, she realizes how cold she's been up until that point.

lily frankenstein x fem!reader

warnings: none

you were fully aware that being the apprentice of a surgeon would be an interesting job, so to say. you were right to anticipate blood, flesh and gore— but playing with the laws of life? that certainly wasn’t in the job description.

alarmed was certainly one word to describe your response when learning that your mentor, victor frankenstein, had revived souls from the dead. three to be exact. but the second was unspoken of, and you had no idea why. the mystery only proved to pluck deeper at your constant sense of unease when in victor’s laboratory.

it was a cold, dingy place where rusted pipes twisted and jutted out at odd angles. endless leaks dripped from the eroding ceiling beams onto the damp floorboards. it had a lingering stench of mould and something akin to wet dog. the smell was thick and suffocating, and you’d often find yourself choking on the thick fumes.

victor’s creations however? utterly unaffected.

you found it strange, but victor didn’t even bat an eye, claiming that they were likely used to it.

that was a claim which you viewed as lazy and untrustworthy. the scientist in you was curious— what differs in the creation’s anatomy to make them so nonchalant towards issues that affect the living so deeply? you were itching to know, wanting to find out whether they were immune to other things, not just the unbearable miasma.

so, whenever victor is out, for whatever unclassified reasons victor might ever venture out of his damp little lab, you decide to investigate.

you work deftly as you prepare your experiment, setting up thermometers, scalpels, flasks of ice, flasks of boiling water— you weren’t sure how victor’s creations would react when approached and asked to dip their hand into boiling water just to gouge their reaction. mr clare was currently out, much to your relief, as the man made a habit of creeping you out. and lily? she sat soundly in the corner, attempting to reteach herself how to read.

but as you go to reach for a tool, a hand comes to rest on your shoulder. it was like ice, the coldness searing into your skin. instinctively, you flinch and pull away— gaze flicking to the culprit of the cold to find lily meekly standing there. she looks up at you innocently, blinking like a lost puppy as she clutches the book in her hand.

“embrace.” she suddenly speaks, rather bluntly.

“sorry?” you frown faintly at her.

“embrace.” lily repeats calmly, pointing a singular finger to a word on the page of her book. “what does it mean?”

“oh,” you breathe in realisation, “um… embrace means to… hold something. or someone.”

lily nods slowly, lips parting with recognition. “ohh, so, like me holding the book?”

your expression creases slightly. “um. almost. it’s more like… a hug.”

“hug?” lily frowns adorably.

you allow yourself to smile ever so slightly.

“yes, a hug.”

lily pauses as the memories of her past life momentarily come back to her. “like?…” she awkwardly shuffles towards you before wrapping two arms around your shoulders.

immediately, you tense up in her arms, surprised by the sudden show of affection. but seemingly not as surprised as lily who snaps her gaze to you sharply.

she looks at you as if you’d just grown a second head. “warm.” she bluntly deduces, “you’re warm.”

you didn’t seem to think so, finding the room rather chilly. “i am?”

“yes.” lily nods, nuzzling ever so slightly closer as to indulge in your body heat. “you’re… very warm.”

you gaze softly down at the baffled woman. “or maybe you’re just cold?”

lily takes a moment to think, her gaze drifting down thoughtfully as she remains pressed against you in your arms. “perhaps so.” she hums sweetly before curling up even closer, tipping her head and tucking it neatly beneath your chin. “it’s nice… being warm.”

you chuckle shyly, cheeks burning slightly.

“please stay…” lily soon mumbles, “at least until victor gets back…”

with a dry, hoarse throat, you respond. “of course.”

lily smiles tightly, pressing her gleeful expression firmly into your upper chest to further absorb the heat which seemed to radiate off you in waves.

she giggles, “my human furnace.”

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I wanna hug Suzie Pickles so bad

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Eva Green as Vanessa Ives in Penny Dreadful (2013).

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BILLIE PIPER at the Vogue x Netflix BAFTA Television Awards Ceremony (May 9, 2024)

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what about a lily x fem! reader where (its the beginning of their relationship) and R doesn't know anything about Lily's reanimation or whatnot until she sees the scar on her chest and the questions start coming up

lily frankenstein x fem!reader

warnings: scars

it had only been a matter of weeks since lily had rescued you from your forced marriage. she’d blended into the crowd, sitting soundly in the endless rows of seats before unexpectedly whipping out a gun and shooting your cruel, sickeningly older fiancé dead.

others had scattered like mice, flooding out of the grand doors with a plethora of squeals and squawks, leaving just you and lily alone. she’d approached you calmly, boots treading through the pool of blood around your dead fiancé.

you could merely stand, shivering with shock, as she brought delicate fingers to your chin— tilting it ever so slight to meet her dark, piercing gaze.

she spoke with a sibilant hiss that made you want to hopelessly melt.

“you are mine.”

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mine was an understatement.

lily currently has you bundled up in her arms, curled up against each other in her enormous bed. sheets and throws smother you, creasing like an ocean which radiated a comforting warmth that made you want to drift to sleep almost instantly.

lily recognised your apparent lethargy, the way your tired eyes drooped, your head tilted downwards— the task of keeping it upright too tedious for your slowly slipping mind. lily studies how your breaths gradually slow, the rise and fall of your chest begins to diminish until eventually— you’ve flopped entirely against her.

your head falls neatly beneath lily’s chin and her stern gaze follows, watching your features soften sleepily. she feels your breaths blowing over her skin, almost ticklish, but lily daren’t crack a smile.

still, that didn’t mean she wasn’t content.

her undead heart fuzzed strangely at the sight of you so vulnerable and trusting against her, almost like her little lapdog.

lily’s suddenly snapped out of her fleeting thoughts when she feels an unfamiliar sensation on her chest. she blinks down at you, watching as you lightly grace your fingertips along the crimson curves of her scars. your fingers delicately dip along and around and lily has to physically bite her tongue as to not let an embarrassing sound escape.

“y/n…” she breathes, slightly shaky, though she tries her best to hide it.

you glance up intently, all attention snapping to lily in an instant.

her heart gives a twist.

“y/n… that…” she pauses, sucking in a sharp breath, “that is one of my scars.”

there’s a beat of silence where you mentally debate whether or not to pry, but ultimately, your burning curiosity gets the best of you.

“how did you get it?” you mumble innocently, still studying the precision of the cut. you quickly understood that this scar couldn’t have been the blind slashing of a dagger. this was well-thought with an obvious medical precision.

lily sighs, despite having anticipated the question, she was still somewhat hesitant to answer. “a man.” she simply states before continuing, “a man branded me with this scar, y/n. a very cruel, very twisted man.” she stares holes into the scar, the memories rather rudely returning to her mind unannounced. “there are things i need to tell you, y/n. things which you may struggle to believe.”

you gaze up at her with that same soft earnestness that makes lily’s legs want to crumple. “i’ll believe you, lily.”

she sighs wistfully, head tilting up to gaze at the ceiling and the floral patterns which adorn it. her blonde locks flop over the pillows, she looks like a devil sporting a stolen halo. “i’m… undead, y/n. i died and came back.” she shrugs limply, “like jesus, if you will.”

lily’s heart gives another agonising twist at the way your eyes suddenly shine with a blinding adoration. she knew you were religious, no wonder you were so willing to believe the seemingly outrageous story of her resurrection. you were now looking at her as if she was a goddess. the secret fourth part of the holy trinity. lily didn’t know whether to revolt or to revel.

she continues, “before i was lily, i was brona. another woman, yet still the same. i remember inklings of my past life… i was irish.” lily hums thoughtfully, “the sound of that accent still lingers in my mind… but brona died. murdered— by a man, of course.” she pauses, using light, flicking gestures of her hand, “and somehow with the… power of science, that man brought me back as lily.” she pauses sadly, “he gave me these scars during the process of reanimating my still heart.”

“they’re arches.” you suddenly breathe, studying the way her scars rise and fall. “like a rainbow— the colour after the storm.”

lily blinks with surprise, you always said the sweetest of things. you were so much unlike herself, maybe that’s why she found herself so infatuated. “funny enough, it was the storm that played a part in my revival…”

a small smile cracks across your lips.

lily can’t help but copy, her lips faintly flickering with an adoring grin.

“perhaps you are my rainbow after the storm, sweet y/n.”

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Look what i got in the mailbox today. Yes i already have it but this one is a different edition 🤭