#I made my blog around 7 months AFTER the war broke out

[rogueddie]

You know, it's heart shattering that war in Ukraine is almost 2 years and there is no single repost in your blog on that matter...

And the problem is that ordinary citizens of other countries are not aware of the horrors of the war and the real numbers of Ukrainian casualties. The overall figures are based on UN reports, which are far from reality. They do not contain horror stories about the torture of the civilian population, the rape of not only women, but newborn children, not to mention the murders that the Russians carry with them. And there are tens of thousands of such stories if not more...

You know, and now almost every family, even in regions far from the war, feels pain and are suffering, because someone's father, someone's husband or someone's son were killed, whom without being military, went to defend their country.

And for those who say that Ukraine is to blame or that the problem arose because of the EU and NATO, it is not so. Because as we can see, as of today, Ukraine still does not have the opportunity or potential to be a member of these organizations.

So why did I write all this? Because I really love your work, but I can't understand: how is it to condemn the war in one country, but not notice it in another?

The people of Gaza, and Palestinians in general, are not at war. They are being murdered in an ethnic cleansing and my country, and many others, are not only supporting that but providing them the funding they need to commit said genocide against civillians and children.

The horrors happening in Ukraine are awful. It definitely deserves more attention. But you don't need to entirely dismiss the atrocities happening in Gaza to do so.

You are also ignoring vital context; Ukraine has been reported on, spoken on, for the entire war. They've recieved military support. Monetary aid. Everyone is for them and I've never needed to tell my countries governement to support Ukraine, they already are.

But the political powers, right now, are supporting Isreal. They are supporting genocide. And the only times they aren't able to send that support? It is because we, the people, are stopping them from doing so. It is extremely vital in this case, with Gaza, to keep speaking on it and keep people informed. To keep people motivated.

More than 11,000 people have been murdered in Gaza. The UN has called it "a childrens graveyard". There are Isrealis who sit and watch the bombing of Gaza like it's a fireworks display.

I haven't seen anyone blame Ukraine, and I don't doubt that there are people saying that, but I have seen plenty of people blame Gaza. I've seen plenty of people blame Islam. I've seen plenty of people say that they feel nothing for the children being murdered.

Also, if you love my work so much then you probably should have noticed by now that I haven't really spoken about things that could be considered political that much before this. I spoke about things like the Queen dying and the missile that landed in Poliand, during the Russia - Ukraine war.

It's not because I'm ignoring any of it. It's because this is my dumb little fandom blog where I smash Stranger Things characters together like they're my Barbie dolls. It's a way to talk about my hyperfixation without annoying people irl, who I annoy enough by talking about politics, constantly.

But the horrors happening in Gaza, to Palestinians, is so horrible, so beyond unforgivable, that I feel like I have to talk about it. And I have a platform now- reblogging things about Palestine will bring more attention to it and, who knows, maybe one person will feel motivated to do something. I can only hope.

#ask #I'm putting this point in the tags bc I might be wrong #but the way your first paragraph is phrased feels dishonest #you talk like you expect me to have posts from the time the war in Ukraine broke out but... I didn't have a tumblr blog back then? #I made my blog around 7 months AFTER the war broke out #it felt like the best thing I could do at the time was send money to things like humanitary aid charities #and like... idk something about this ask is reminding me that y'all know pretty much nothing about me #and that a lot of you are filling in the gaps without whatever you want and making assumptions based on those things :/ #already tempted to delete but they're right that ukraine should get more attention. palestinians are just... in more dire need right now

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Ghost Of You (Part 7)

Draco Malfoy x Muggle!Reader

W.C. : 2900

Summary:  The war with Voldemort was over. Draco Malfoy was forced to flee for his life ending up in Muggle London where he met you, the muggle whose house he broke in looking for a place to hide. You agreed to let him hide in your house if he promised to let you live your life normally. How will your relationship work as time passes and you both realize you’re no longer just partners in crime?

A/N: Hi my Skittles! So I changed my user name to go more along with my blog now, since the previous one was inspired in a TV show that has nothing to do with what I write and share. 

Let me know what you think! Every form of support is aprecciated. Shoot me an ask or something if you would like to be tagged. Enjoy and happy reading!

*Not my GIF. Credits to the creator*

You woke up to the soft warm feeling of something at the side of your face., trying to move you found yourself unable to get out of the strong grasp of someone around your waist. You were about to jump out of the bed when the sight of messy platinum hair let you relax once again in his hold. 

The only person you had ever been that close being Jack, you almost thought for a moment he was the one in your bed. But then it dawned on you this wasn’t your room and you weren’t home. The events from the previous night filling your head so fast and all at once your head started to spin, a dizziness overtaking you entirely. 

Carefully you grabbed Draco’s arm, unwrapping them from around you. He stirred in his sleep, making you freeze in place. He mumbled something and turned his back to you, hugging the pillow as his breathing continued to be as even as it was all night. You were tempted to return to bed, lay beside him and admire his peaceful sleeping self, but something told you he wouldn’t appreciate that and you thought it would be kind of weird. So with no more sleep in you to get back in bed, you got out of the room.

You walked barefoot to the living room seeing the couch where Jack rested last night empty, not a sign in sight that he had been there.

“You don’t have to worry about your friend.” a gasp left your lips, jumping in your place to face Hermione in the kitchen. The living room and the kitchen a big room divided by a wooden table that made the perfect separation. “I left him in the school you both work at with no memory of magic. He thinks he was out of town for the weekend.”

You nodded, muttering a thank you in her way. “I didn’t know you were awake.” you breathed a laugh, going to sit in the table right across where she stood next to the stove. “Why are you awake so early?” 

“I could ask you the same.” she said, pouring a cup of steaming tea “Tea?” she offered, serving another cup. She carried them to the table. sitting next to you with a soft smile. “I wasn’t the one running from Death Eaters only last night.”

“I guess I’m in good shape.” you joked, getting a chuckled from her “I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep.” you said later, taking the warm cup in your hands.

She hummed, drinking away at her tea without a care in the world “I’m not used to sleeping much,” she shared, giving you a side glance “Never was a priority for me. Not when a was little, not at school and certainly not now.” she laughed, a bitter tone behind her words. 

“Why not?” you asked, leaning your body against the table.

She looked your way, turning her body towards you in interest “Well when I was little I always was up doing something else that seemed more important than sleeping. At school, Hogwarts actually,” she said with a shake of her head, the memories running wild in her mind “Ron, our best friend Harry and I were always getting in trouble. There wasn’t a year we weren’t looking for the big bad villain and how to defeat them, reading and learning everything I could to keep everyone safe was more important than sleeping.”

You were staring at her in awe, the most important thing you had to lose sleep over being your tests and homework when you were in college.

“Now it’s a habit,” she said with the roll of her eyes “It doesn’t matter if I can barely stand up with my eyes open. I only sleep for 4 hours, 5 if I’m lucky.” she said with a shrug of her shoulders “I guess running from death eaters and surviving a war does that to you.” she said lowly, but you heard her perfectly fine in the peaceful  silence of the flat.

“A war?” you asked shakily, a sense of pity raising in you but never letting it show. You could tell she didn’t like being pitied “How long have you been running from them?”

She looked at you with even more interest, crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat you mirrored her movements “We did for months, maybe a little more than a year. I can’t really tell.” she explained “But Draco has been doing it for years now.” she was about to say more, but she sensed there were things Draco had to tell you himself “That’s what I told him he could come here if he needed help, I knew he would need at least one friend. Didn’t know he actually had one.” she said, cocking an eyebrow at you and you realized she was referring to you.

“Oh,” you said shyly “It’s not like that, I actually don’t know him at all.” you told her sadly.

“What do you mean?” she asked you with curiosity “You’re probably the only person I have ever seen that close to Draco Malfoy. You two are close, closer than you think.”

You bit your lip, your tea becoming very interesting all of the sudden “We only met last week, it’s impossible.” you mumbled.

She let out a sad chuckle, capturing your attention once more “Time is not important, neither is the time you spend with someone. It’s the genuine feeling and connection that matters.” she said, and you could tell she spoke from experience. The sadness that suddenly filled her eyes the only source of such deep sentiment.

You shook your head, stirring the now cold liquid inside the cup “It’s just a coincidence, we went through something dangerous that could have killed us last night. We relate on that and nothing else.”

She placed her cup down, the plate making a clicking sound that accompanied her heavy sigh “Long before Ron and I got together, there was somebody else.” she started, looking anywhere but at you “We barely spoke, I only knew him because we had friends in common and he was there at every turn I took.” she paused, looking up to the ceiling for a moment before she continued “We were never just the two of us, we never had a meaningful conversation or even hold hands, but he made me laugh even when I pretended he wasn’t that funny.” she said with a sad smile “He protected and defended me, made sure I was fine. We would smile at each other from the other side of the room like it meant nothing but it meant the world to me…”

“What happened?” you asked softly, looking for her eyes when she got lost inside her head.

She turned to me, a void look in her eyes “He died before I could say anything.” a single tear rolled down her cheek, quickly cleaning it with her sleeve.

You went for hand, holding her tightly with a soft squeeze “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude or make you relive that.” you said, your face contorted in one or regret. 

But she brushed it off “What I mean to say is,” she said “it doesn’t matter you met him last week or yesterday while escaping. It’s the connection. I’ve never seen Draco like this with anyone, so you can imagine my surprise at seeing you last night with him.”

“Not popular with the ladies?” you joked, even if you find it hard to believe.

She smiled, a grin in her face “Quite the opposite,” she chuckled, erupting in a fit of laughter at your pout “Just never one he would protect like he did with you yesterday.” she said, your head going back to Jack trying to drag you out of the building.

“He looked ready to kill him.” you said with a frown.

“And he would have done it. That’s what I mean,” she told you, squeezing your hand “He cares about you, and I can tell you care about him. You’re special.” she smiled, getting to her feet.

“How would I know?” you asked her, grabbing your empty cup and walking to the kitchen “He’s not very open about anything.” you said.

“You just know,” she whispered taking the cup from your hands and looking straight into your worried eyes “I know, hadn't he died, he would have been the love of my life given the chance.” she said, and your face fell at the sadness coming from her “Don’t waste the chance.” she told you.

You couldn’t help but wrapped your arms around her, a small gasp leaving her lips “Woah, you’re a hugger.” she mumbled before she relaxed in your arms and returned the hug with the same force. You heard her sob softly and your heart broke. How were they standing and moving on with their lives after everything they had been through?

“You know?” you mumbled lowly in her ear, still holding her close to you “You are right about connections,” you pulled her from you softly, holding her at arm length with a smile, and she give you a questioning look “I feel like you and I are going to be good friends.”

Her face broke into a smile “I’d like that” she whispered with a nod, her eyes moving over your shoulders, changing completely into a smug look “Morning, Malfoy.” she said.

You practically jumped around, meeting the image you never thought you would see in Draco. Not even at your house had you seen him how he looked fresh in the morning, and you couldn’t help the smile that crept into your face. His hair was messy and not completely covered in hair gel, his clothes were wrinkled for sleeping in them and he hadn’t tucked his shirt. And still he looked amazing.

But the more surprising thing, something you hadn’t thought was possible, the bags under his eyes seemed smaller. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Morning.” he said politely to Hermione, his eyes landing on you “What are you doing awake?” he asked you softly.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you said with a shrug, walking to his side “And I thought I would keep Hermione some company.” you added with a smile, pointing to the now clean cups in the counter.

He nodded, taking a seat in the table. You could tell he had something on his mind, trying and failing to put it aside. 

Hermione excused herself, saying something along the lines of Ron sleeping like a bear and having to wake him up. So you took the opportunity, sitting next to Draco “What is it?” you blurted out.

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow “What do you mean?” he said, holding his head in his hand. You scoffed, giving him a knowing look. He limited to sigh when you tilted your head to put emphasis on the subject “We can’t stay here forever.” he said, running a hand down his face.

“I know,” you said simply, and he opened one eye to look at you “We can go back to my house.” you offered.

He thought about it, running all the possible scenarios in his head “They’ll be waiting for us to go back.” he sighed, rubbing his temples. “Maybe if I take you to another safe house and…”

“No” you spat, cutting him mid sentence “If you think you’re taking me somewhere and leaving, those death eater or whatever they’re called will be the least of your concerns.” you said lowly, crossing your arms over your chest with a glare.

He took one hesitant glance at you, before breaking into a grin “Right, because you will hunt me down.”

“Don’t try me, Malfoy.” you said bitterly, getting a brooding look from him. 

“I told you not to call me that.” he growled, but you didn’t even blink an eye. Holding his glare with your lips in a thin line.

“And I told you you’re not leaving me behind,” you said back “there’s a reason they didn’t erase my memory, right?” you stated, and his face softened slightly. His shoulders relaxing at the memory of him holding you while you cried the previous night. The fear in your voice as you admitted you didn’t want him to go.

But for once in his life he didn’t want to be selfish. 

“This might be your only chance to get out of this,” he told you lowly, not meeting your eyes “They saw you with me already, had been to your house. It's like you said before,” he said “Once you know there is no going back.”

“I think I know what I’m getting myself into.” you said taking his hands in yours. His eyes snapping to your hands together, the shaky feeling inside of him telling him to not do this to you.

“No, you don’t.” he argued, a gulp forming in his throat “I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

“So my options are having no memory of you or anything that happened last week or spend the rest of my life running from evil wizards?” you said, using your hands to weight your options, “I’m sorry but, have you met me?” you said with a smirk “I’m a literature teacher, running from evil wizards has been my dream since I knew what an evil wizard was.”

“Did I hear that right?” asked Hermione emerging from the hall with a sleepy Ron following close behind “A literature teacher?”

“Yeah” you smiled, missing the look in Draco’s face. He stared at you in complete adoration, not a week ago you wanted nothing but for him to leave your life and now you were willing to go with him even if that meant putting yourself in danger. You had begun to tell Hermione all about your work and your students, but he could only focus on the way your eyes shone as you spoke about the books you had read and your time teaching, how it felt more like a hobby than a job. 

How could he take that away from you?

“They care more about my life than the actual subject, but they do a good job just so they have free time to question me.” you said. making them both laugh.

“Sorry to interrupt” Ron apologized, turning to Draco “You’re running from evil wizards,” he repeated with a funny look “As more than one?”

Draco rolled his eyes “You insult my skill as a wizard, Weasley” he muttered “Of course as more than one, if it was only one I would have dealt with it long ago.”

“Do you know who they are?”

“No, they always were their masks.” he said, before the image of his aunt popped in his head “But that’s not my biggest concern now.” 

“You need to set your priorities straight, mate” Ron laughed, getting a scolding look from Hermione.

“You will worry too when you hear who I met last night in the woods, mate.” he mocked “Bellatrix Lestrange tracked me down to her house.” Draco said with a cock of his head in your way.

Both, Hermione and Ron froze in place staring at him with panicked looks “Th-that’s impossible.” Hermione whispered, running her hand over her wrist “Molly killed her in front of me. I saw it.”

“I think I can tell when my aunt is in front of me.” he said and you gasped.

“That woman I hit in the head was you aunt!?” you asked with wide eyes, Draco nodding without thinking too much about it.

“You’re wrong,” Ron fought, shaking his head “Mum killed her.”

“Well, she didn’t do a great job. Did she?” Draco hissed exasperated.

“Hey!” you intervened “Calm down, okay?” you told him, placing a hand in his shoulder “What are you supposed to do in this situation?” you asked.

Hermione looked too lost in thought, her eyes wild as she kept on rubbing her wrist, her pacing never faltering. So Ron stood up, he made her a silent question with a nod of his head, which she limited to answer with a small smile, only the corners of her mouth lifting. 

“I need to take you to the Auror’s office,” Ron said to Draco. 

“What good will that be?” he said in defeat “Nothing has been done about the others.”

“Trust me on this,” Ron said, a look of determination in his eyes “They'll care when they know Bellatrix Lestrange is alive.”

Draco didn’t want to give in, to have to turn to the Chosen one’s best friend and probably Potter himself for this, to help him. But he didn’t have only himself to think about, one look at you smiling to Hermione trying to distract her from something you couldn’t possibly understand gave him his answer. 

“Very well,” he said, eyes still on you “Lead the way, Weasley.”

If Draco was going to be selfish and stay by your side even if that meant you were in danger, he was going to do everything in his power to lessen that danger. Even if it meant working with his known enemies from Hogwarts.

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So wow this is my first fanfic. I finally completed the Blacklist (hopped on the bandwagon a little late I know) but since we all have to wait a while before Season 8 comes out next year (hopefully!) I thought I would write a short Keenler fic right after that explosive season 7 partly animated finale. It picks up straight after Liz’s confrontation with Dom in the hospital where she tells him she had chosen Katarina in her quest for the truth and that she would hurt him and Red if they came in her way. I hope you like it and since this is my first, please go easy on me *inserts puppy dog eyes* Also I would like to mention and give full credits to @alyblacklist for your Ressler GIF. I love your blog!!

Liz bursts out of the makeshift hospital they were keeping Dom in. He was stable now, but her confrontation with him lying in a coma stirred something in her that terrified her. Did she really just threaten Dom? Her very own grandfather for a woman she’s known hardly a few months? For a woman who not just tried to kill her grandfather but also posed a threat to Agnes and herself with her very presence? And Reddington, was she really willing to step out of his hold and away from his shadow in her quest to get answers about her life, her past, who he was and why she was so important to him? He may be an imposter and his constant cat and mouse games, moves and countermoves and skirting of the truth frustrated Liz to a boiling degree, but he was in all things considered, the one person who had risked his life and everything to protect her more than a handful of times.

Red was the only one who understood and forgave the dark side that had emerged after Tom’s death. But then again who Tom was and why he died at the end of the day all led back to Red. Who is she without Red? But then again who is she with Red? Could she really trust Katarina? There’s so much she wanted to know yet she felt overwhelmed by the mess and complexity that her life had become. She knew she was playing a very dangerous game where someone was bound to get hurt. And whoever that would be didn’t matter because it would all come back to hurt her in the end; she was after all Masha Rastova, whose life in the last decade or so had been a constant rainfall of bad news.

Speaking of rainfall, it was getting dark. It had been cloudy all day and suddenly Liz felt droplets of water fall on her. She wanted to scream into the night. Now more than ever she needed someone. Someone to make her feel sane, normal and loved as opposed to being tugged, prodded and manipulated for a war that she was still trying to prepare herself for. Liz got into her car, tears already falling down her cheeks as she tried to make sense of everything that had happened in the last few days and hours. And then she remembered what Ressler had said to her before their hunt for the Kazanjian brothers, “You gotta decide between the two of them and whether the fact that she rescued him tip the scales any?”

Before she knew it Liz was driving to Ressler’s apartment. They’d become closer than ever in the last few months, especially now that Liz knew he trusted her enough to be able to tell her his darkest childhood secret, something that had haunted him all his life.

“And somewhere in that FEMA disaster of a life, is a tiny island of calm”

Liz remembered what she had said to him just a few days ago. Those words had shifted their partnership forever and had made their bond the most important thing in her life after Agnes. It was pouring by now. She parked outside his apartment and wondered whether she should go and just bear her soul to him. Tell him everything. She was soaking wet. Her eyes red from having cried all the way to his apartment after having overanalyzed the precarious situation she had put herself in by siding with Katarina. Another betrayal.

She took the stairs to calm herself down but by the time she was outside his apartment she was not only drenched but also struggling to catch her breath. She was tired and emotional and didn’t know anywhere else to go. It was always like this. Ressler was the only one she found herself wanting to go to.

She knocked on the door, well aware that it was almost 11pm. After what felt like minutes, the door opened Liz looked up to see him.

“Liz, geez are you okay? What happened?”

Why couldn’t she move ?

“Liz, come here, come in”

He took her arm gently and led the way in. While she stood in the middle of his hallway, he rushed across to the bathroom to bring her a towel, along with a warm sweater and a pair of his old joggers.

“Come on, dry yourself, I’ll make us some coffee and you can tell me what’s going on”

“Ress..I..I..did it”

Ressler’s forehead furrowed in confusion

“Did what Keen?”

“I picked a side like you told me to. And god knows why but I chose her.”

And then came the tears.

Ressler swiftly made his way across to her, a look of concern washed all over his face. He wrapped his arms around her. The way he had done so many times. But this time it was different. This time they were more in sync than ever, especially after she explained why she had helped cover up the crime he and his brother had committed when they were kids. He knew there and then he was ready to fight by her side no matter who she chose.

Liz was shivering. Ressler held her for as long as she needed, while she latched on to him for comfort. Soon she broke away but her eyes latched deep into Ressler’s warm, piercing blue eyes. They held their gaze for a long time. Too long for them to just be friends anymore. A deep, monumental seven years of trust, love, hope and comfort that had been established between them since Red’s introduction of his ‘Blacklist’.

“I’ll clean up” She smiled a sad, tired smile.

Ressler’s POV

It was 2am. Liz had just finished telling him everything. And he could tell how relived she was that someone finally knew what she’s been holding in and struggling with. He had seen her life become caught in the crossfire between two lethal and dangerous criminals, whose real intentions with her remained as unclear to them as they had been since the day Raymond Reddington surrendered to the FBI.

Seated at his dining table, Liz had her legs up on the chair, curled into a blanket while he looked at her.

“You’re staring”

Huh?

“Ress, you’re staring at me” Her face slightly flushed.

Oh.

“Um... I’m just wrapping my head around all this. But I want you to know that you’re not alone in this. I’m here with you, every step of the way. I told you, I’m not planning to go anywhere, I got you.”

In that moment he swore he saw Liz’s face glow like nothing he’d ever seen before. She was beautiful and also taken aback by the forwardness of his emotions. Things had definitely changed... perhaps it was time.

She got out of her seat and made her way to him. Instinctively he got up from his own seat, his mind and heart very aware of his beautiful partner standing in front of him. Her hand was on his chest, both of them breathing deeply, looking into each others’ eyes, lost in the domesticity and naturalness of it all. She took another step forward, her eyes not leaving his for a single second. They spoke volumes of how thankful she was and how much it mattered to her that he took her side.

And in that moment he wanted nothing more than to finally kiss her and make it known that he felt the same way about her, but before he could finish his thoughts, he felt her lips against his. His arms instantly wrapped around her waist as she stood on her toes to meet his height. It was a slow, loving and deep kiss. A kiss that marked their long journey through hell, bullets, murders, comas, sociopaths and spies only for them to find a home in each other.

End

I’m open to prompts if you want some more fan fic!!!

#keenler #ressler x liz #the blacklist #megan boone #keenler week #season 7 #elizabeth keen #donald ressler #raymond reddington #fan fic writing #aghh

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Sunday Stumped Day 29

It’s another Sunday Stumped Day!

Sometimes we straight out get stumped. So every few months we will pick a Sunday when we’ll post of a list of asks that we need your help on.

This time around we have focused on Asks that are looking for specific fics. 

If you know the answer to any of these asks please shoot us a message/ ask/  with the Post number and the fic details and we’ll add it and give you a shout out with our thanks. Any links you can provide will also be super helpful.

Thanks!

Post 1 , Post 2 , Post 3, Post 4, Post 5, Post 6, Post 7, Post 8, Post 9, Post 10, Post 11, Post 12, Post 13, Post 14, Post 15, Post 16, Post 17, Post 18, Post 19, Post 20, Post 21, Post 22 , Post 23, Post 24, Post 25, Post 26, Post 27 and Post 28 can be found here - and there are still fics we need your help with. 

495. theman189-blog said:

Also looking for a growing together fic where peeta and katniss are painting a room ar one point and they get in a paint fight, at the end when peeta has katniss over his shoulder she draws a heart in paint on his lower back

494. theman189-blog said:

Hi there, just read a fic where katniss and peeta were peacekeepers and fall in love called protect and serve, and I could have sworn there was another one where they're peacekeepers and fell in love but had a more concrete ending and I cant remember it... any thoughts?

493. breakmeaswitchson said:

Hi! So I posted asking about this on a sub in Reddit and got directed here, it's not specifically an Everlark one (I don't think) but if you could help I'd be so thankful! Basically, it took the characters from the 74th Hunger Games, but the twist was that they all had to work together in designated groups? And (I think) weren't allowed to turn on each other until nobody else was left. I'm pretty sure Rue and Clove were on a team together, and I think the setting involved abandoned buildings.

492. jayana90 said:

Hi! I'm looking for a specific fic from Peeta's POV. I read it about a year ago & now I can't find it. It begins at his house in 12 with his family, then traces nearly all of the Hunger Games trilogy. It ends with a chapter with Peeta & Katniss living in 12 years later with their kids and a bakery. I think they loved cheese bread? It was really long and so good, I hope to find it again. V smutty.

FOUND! The Sexual Frustrations of Peeta Mellark by PeetasAndHerondales, which has sadly been deleted. - thank you, mistressnightshade!

491. allflowerscatchthesunlight said:

Fic name needed: I recall Peeta was taken by the capitol and then there was trackers embedded into his skin or something and he was found by the squad while in the capitol to kill snow. They cut it out of him. Also katniss was pregnant, but miscarried.

Found!  Secret Wishes, Secret Kisses by @katnissdoesnotfollowback -- thank you KDNFB!

490. jsth2obooks said:

Hi I read this fix a while ago and now I'm trying to find it. It's Modern day Katnisss and Peeta have to go to a high school reunion an they pretend to be either together/engaged. At the end they end up with a child. Thanks in advance

FOUND! Somewhere That’s Green by Jlala. Thank you, @fangirlingoverquotes

489. uglydora15 said:

I read this fancition about Katniss and Peeta post mockingjay and Katniss was pregnant I think for the second time and Peeta has a flashback and Katniss caught him kissing someone else in the bakery and he had to beg for her forgiveness

Possibly There Are Still Worse Games to Play- The Second Part of Our Journey by panskiss123.  Thank you, @sunsetsrmydreams

488. bad-fad said:

Hi so I think there’s a fix where mr. Mellark like takes in katniss when she’s young (I don’t think prim existed in the story but I could be wrong) and she grows up with the Mellarks but I can’t remember?? If not maybe some recs along those lines

Possibly - “Kinship” by Misshoneywell - thank you @endlessnightlock

possibly Star by HGRomance  - thank you @nightlock-89

Possibly the deleted Lion’s Tooth by Alexabee

487. craftydiva0828 said:

Looking for a story where after the war, Katniss rides the trains searching the districts for Peeta; people search for loved ones by posting their pictures at the train depot bulletin board.

FOUND!  when the far-gone dead return - writingforhugs (Thanks, @ladymurphyevermore!)              

486. bookworm06 said:

I was wondering if you guys know about a fic where Peeta woos katniss slowly, they dare secretly for a long time i think. And then Katniss comes out in this beautiful orange dress(peeta’s favorite color) to announce their engagement. She’s dressed up for a feast or party in the district or something! I loved this story but can’t even remember the name 🤦🏻‍♀️

FOUND! -  I Knew This Would Have Happened Anyway by @abk1973 - thank you, @litharalen

485. cowrintimrousbeastie said:

Hello! This is actually the first time I'm posting a question, I usually enjoy doing the detective work. This time though, I've looked high and low and can't find it... it's a drabble posted on tumblr in several parts. Peeta is living with his girlfriend Delly but during one of his baking workshops discovers that this longtime best friend Katniss is in love with him (she has him as her phone screen saver). She works at the library? He confronts her and she says forget it as he is happy w/Delly..

FOUND!  By @cowrintimrousbeastie herself!  It is How Long by @ra3lynn3.  Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 , Part 4 and Part 5.

484. beautiful-harmony1 said:

Hello! Thank for your great work. I am looking for a fic I read a while ago. Post-mockingjay. Katniss is really sick and Peeta comes homes a realises. He takes care of her. On her “death bed” she talks about this that would have happened between the two. I’m pretty sure some bursts in and say “we found a cure”. Thank you so much

483. thehopefuldandelion said:

So I’ve been craving to read this fic that hopefully I didn’t make up and I’ve been trying to remember it’s name. All I remember is that Katinss and Gale(I think) are dating but when Gale would go to sleep Katinss would text Peeta. I’m pretty sure they were coworkers and couldn’t date bc of this. I know that she broke up with Gale but that’s all that my brain can remember. I’m sorry if this is vague or you can’t find it. I just wanted to read this again. Thanks for all you do for the community❤️

FOUND! This is After Hours by SoThere -thank you, @mendontprotectyou!

482. redhoodhungergames said:

I’m looking for a fic where peeta goes to this hotel (or something) and finds Katniss who works there as a singer. I remember when talking we hear that Katniss is from Virginia

481. just-absolutely-super said:

There’s a pre-epilogue fic I read about Katniss and Peeta growing back together. I can’t remember all the details but I think in the fic Katniss finds out Peeta painted Prim and it upset her? Toward the end she’s outside his bedroom door and confesses to him that she loves him. Thank you!

Possibly - The List of Words by MyKonstantine - thank you, @jennagill

480. peetniss27 said:

OK i must be going crazy, but this fanfic is about panem being a bunch of islands and they all do a computer session and are matched with their spouses after being “reaped” and Katniss was dating peeta and ended up with gale. It was called the islands but idk the new name please help!!!!!

FOUND!

Are You Leaving Me? - iloverueforever (*Thank you, @superchocovian!)

479. uniquepizzacollectionblog said:

Hi, i"m looking for a fic where katniss and peeta and best friends and have slept with each other in the past and now the sexual tension is coming back, maybe you guys know of this story?

478. xgetawaycar13 said:

Hiiii so I’m looking for a fic in which Katniss and Peeta get married in catching fire by order of snow and they are also forced to have children but I remember that at some point someone told Katniss about how all the girls at school liked Peeta so she got jealous and have him a blowjob Thank youuu I already look through your master list about marriage in catching fire but I couldn’t find it:(

FOUND.  This is Have Heart, My Dear by monroeslittle.  Thanks @finestunicorn.

477. ochri said:

Hi i'm looking for this fic from fanfiction It's a post-MJ fic and there's this one chapter where katniss peels? her skin off her fingers and then Peeta takes her to hospital. That's all I really remember :/

476. nikki-pondtheauthor said:

hey im curious if there are fanfics in which peeta learns how to use a bow and shoot arrows (taught by katniss). bonus if he does this in hunger games. im sure ive a read a fanfic before, that was awesome in my opinion because it is a bit out of character for him but highlighting the fact that he is a survivor too and can handle weapons even if he is more a friendly persona

475. white-dandelion-seeds said:

Hey, can you find me this story- Peeta helped Katniss to escape when her family was being killed. But he got captured and was made a slave. Later he helps Katniss to take revenge of the death of her family

474. chippedcupsandbrokenhearts said:

Ok do you know the name of Fic where Katniss finally gets away from her abusive marriage with gale and goes back to her family. They didn’t know she was being abused. She falls in love with Peeta and I remember at one point gale found her and her family drives him out of town. I read this YEARS ago and now I just randomly had the urge to reread it but can’t remember the name. Thank you!!!

Possibly - A Safe Place by HavishamWard,but this fic has been deleted. Thank you, @endlessnightlock

473. jillpill55 said:

Hi, I love your page and have read probably a hundred fics because of it. I hoping you can help me find this fic I read a couple of months ago. Peeta was captured and when he came back he couldn't kiss Katniss because of a implant snow had put in peeta's leg. I would be a mutli-chapter and may or not be finished. Thanks

Possibly - Rekindling by ShiningCity.  Thank you, @sunsetsrmydreams

472. svmn14 said: 

There was a story about Peeta suffering from an undetected hijacking attack timed 10 years after the last Games where he was designed to hurt Katniss 

FOUND!  This is Broken:  Scenes from the Sequel by MockingJayFlyingFree.  Thanks @sunsetsrmydreams

471. hiyosakura said: 

Hello! I was wondering if you could help find this everlark fic. I’m not sure if it’s completed or not but it also has hayffie in it a bit I think. So the story is that k and p fall in love before their games and they meet at their tree in school or something but then they get reaped and I can’t remember what happens after that but during the quarter quell Katniss is actually pregnant and Peeta and Katniss are able to communicate with their lips touching.

FOUND! That’s 74th Hunger games Challenge: We Always Were - Jamie Sommers(*Thank you, @superchocovian!)

470. ptx-holic said:

 Hi, i’m looking for a fic where katniss is in a relationship with gale and then she met peeta and they are in a relationship but they caught katniss having two relationship and katniss move to somewhere and then she came back few years later and met peeta again. I’m sorry if this is confusing for you but i can’t find it. Thank you :) 

Do any of these fics ring a bell? Please let us know!

#SSD #sunday stumped day #compilation #mod post

[shxwmaster]

— when shaw ran away —

( cw: details of trauma over a murder, specifically a slit throat )

     I’ve talked often about Shaw and his upbringing into the SI:7. In the canon I’m writing, here on this blog, I’m taking about 98% of everything written in the RPG lore and applying it, meaning that bit where Pathonia trained Mathias early on after his mother was killed when he was 4 is something I’m ALWAYS thinking about.

     But specifically, the impact it had on a teenaged Shaw, and the path it drove him towards.

     His training began small, seemingly innocent. Obstacle courses, races, minor parkour, dexterity checks and knife tricks taught under the guise of games and such, but one thing she hammered into him is that one day, he would need to avenge his mother’s death. She spoke grandly of his mother, spoke often about how she loved him and how her life was cut short, and as he grew older, would expose the details of her mission and her death. They knew exactly who did it, but his status and resources made it difficult to catch him (and by the time the First War rolls around, nearly impossible) but she told him that everything, everything she trained him for was to avenge his mother.

     His first kill was the target his mother failed to assassinate. 

     He was fueled by this need for vengeance, for closure, to fulfill this ‘destiny’ thrust upon him and constantly reaffirmed. He was 15, the First War was raging, but they’d finally, finally managed to find the target (target still pending story and name). Pathonia, the SI:7 and Assassin’s Guild are all there for support, but the fight itself against the target is one on one; Pathonia thought it more impactful and important that he do it alone.

     Mathias had the report of Charlene’s death memorized. Her throat slit, ditched in a corner — Mathias intended to give this man the very same death. However, when it finally came to, and he fought this man with the intention to kill, something he’d never done before, and Mathias watched as he inflicted these crippling wounds, he found himself disgusted and horrified. It caused him to hesitate multiple times, the entire room they were in destroyed from how many times they threw each other against furnishing and otherwise. But Mathias needed to finish this, he trained his whole life for this. He gets the upperhand, and with the dagger his mother once wielded, he breaks skin at that delicate throat.

     And he couldn’t handle it.

     Mathias, in that moment, did not care who this man was, did not care who he’d hurt or killed or what he’d done, did not care that he had spent his whole life training to murder him — all he cared about in that moment was that a man was choking on his own blood that he spilled, that the man was panicking and dying, and Mathias needed to stop it.

But he didn’t.

     Instead, Mathias ran. He was horrified, traumatized by it, hands slicked with blood and he couldn’t handle it, he couldn’t handle it — One thing is saying you’re going to kill a man, another is doing it. He desperately wished he had chosen any other path.

     When he was extracted and returned home and he explained everything that happened to Pathonia, told her how disgusted he was and horrified of himself, she seemed to understand for a moment. But she made a comment that haunted him:

          “ It’s a good thing we started you young then.           You’ll have plenty of time to get used to that feeling. ”

     See, Mathias was under the impression that all he needed to do was avenge his mother, and he would return to a normal life. This, apparently, was hardly the case. This was the beginning of a life-long, bloody career, and she did not intend to release her talons on him. She explained that he would have time to recover and deal with what he’d done, but he would do it again. And again. And again. And one day, he’d become numb to it, as they all had, and he had the perfect amount of time to do it so he would be ready to take on the mantle when he was older.

     She told him she was proud. That his mother would be proud of him.

That comment broke him.

     For the first time, Mathias snapped at her. He argued and fought about it, yelled about how he didn’t want to do this, how this was wrong, how this was horrible — he was still shaking, still felt like his hands were bloody, and every time he closed his eyes he saw the painted red throat and heard that choking sound of imminent death ——

          “ How could any mother be proud her son murdered?           How could you say that about her?! ”

          He trembled furiously, fists at his side as he dared            raise his voice at Pathonia. She hardly emoted, hardly           gave him anything more than her attention, and it made him ache.

          “ This is wicked! This is evil what we do! I didn’t ask to do this,           I didn’t need revenge! You made me crave it! ”           He takes one heavy breath for a heavy statement:            “ If that’s what she would be proud of, then I don’t want this legacy.           If she loved me, she wouldn’t have put her life on the line!           I was a child, she should... I should still have my mother!           You’ve proven to me she loved Stormwind more than her own son! ”

          That was enough to crack the shell of Pathonia’s cold gaze.           Her eyes widen, breath sharp, and before he can see it happening,           her hand is across his cheek hard, enough that sight on his left eye           flashed white and he stumbled back. Enough that he could taste blood.           Out of fear, he keeps his head down from where he was left,           limbs suddenly cold as she towers over him.

          “ Don’t you dare spit on Charlene’s memory like that! ” She snaps.           Pathonia never yells, he can not recall any time he’d heard her           yell out of anger, but her voice is raised enough that it makes           him reel and coil. “ Your mother loved you more than you know,           you will not disrespect her! You do not remember her as I do,           you did not see her as I did, you do not get to speak about what           she felt, about who she was! ”

     The point was made clear to him from here on out. This was his life. He was to serve a life sentence. The horror and resentment had built up, and he had nowhere to put this. He came to resent his mother, that memory of her, questioned if she loved him enough. That if she did, she wouldn’t have been on any missions, she wouldn’t have died, and he would have a normal life, normal family. Her death trapped him, for Pathonia felt the need to train him to be better, to take on what was supposed to be hers. With her death, she’d trapped him, and in his mind, his angry mind, he hated her for it.

     So, when the SI:7 and Pathonia were distracted with the war efforts, he took everything he learned and ran away.

     He wasn’t sure where he was going to go, but he knew that no matter where he ended up, the SI:7 would find him. They excelled at finding targets, at tracking, at stalking, at espionage — he didn’t know where he was going to go, how he would hide, but he knew that no matter the path, he would be on the run for the rest of his life. He was fine with it though - anything to get him out of this life.

     This happens Year 3 — the height of the First War, so his options were limited. Pathonia and her people were in a panic, because now, not only was the Alliance losing, but Pathonia’s grandson is gone and nowhere to be found, and she finds herself having to choose between putting her resources to the war effort, or to finding Mathias.

     She chose Mathias.

     Mathias was struggling. He had to flee both the SI:7 and the orcs he kept running into, and he could not find any safe place for him to stay or seek refuge. Redridge fell to the Horde, and Westfall soon followed, and he simply didn’t have the resources to travel to the northern human kingdoms. He’d managed to evade trouble for a month by himself, but eventually, he felt guilty about what he’d done. For the first time in his life, he was alone.

     He’d never even said goodbye to his best friend.

     In a moment of weakness, he decides to go back to Westfall and look for the VanCleef farmstead. At the very least, he owed Edwin an explanation of where he’d gone, that he intended to leave forever, but he needed to give him closure. To just disappear like that, he felt awful.

     But by the time he gets to Westfall, it’s overrun by the Horde. He finds the VanCleef farmstead demolished and burned, orcish patrols in the area, and Edwin’s lucky locket in the rubble. Mathias feared the worst, and knowing no other outlet, he attempted to attack the two orcs there, demanding answers in broken orcish about what they’d done to VanCleef. This goes about as well as you expect it to.

     Luckily for him, before the orcs can do any severe damage to him, SI:7 agents emerge from the shadows and rescue him, quickly collecting him back into Stormwind. They’d finally managed to track him down, especially since he’d gotten sloppy in returning to Westfall.

     There’s hardly any time for Pathonia to properly scold him on the ordeal. Days after he’s collected, King Llane Wrynn is assassinated, and Stormwind falls, leaving the people wholly, utterly devastated. The SI:6 had done everything in their power to stave the attack, but were ultimately annihilated. Elling Trias is the only survivor of the now defunct SI:6.

     Mathias and Pathonia don’t talk at all. There’s an uncomfortable, heavy silence between the two of them until the second week at sea on route to Lordaeron where they finally talk about it.

          “ ... Why did you save me? ”

          Pathonia doesn’t look away from the sea, simply           resting her arms against the railing and watching the waves           roll by. “ Why do you think I wouldn’t? ”

          Carefully, Mathias approaches, inching his way closer to his           grandmother. “ Because of the war. Stormwind needed you.           Far more than I needed you. ”

          “ Those orcs would have killed you. ”

          “ But Wrynn would have lived... ”           He finds himself beside her, mirroring her stance with his arms           on the railings. “ You chose me over Stormwind. ”

          She turns now to look at him, eyes distant and expression guarded.           He can’t remember the last time he saw her this cold. “ You’re my           grandson, Mathias. Flesh and blood — you don’t need to agree with me,           but you do need to know I care for you. Of course I chose you. I would,           every time — if our king needed to die a thousand times in order to keep           you alive, I’d be the one with that dagger to get it done. ”

          He purses his lips, dropping his gaze. He could still feel her eyes on           him, but he doesn’t move away, simply fiddling his fingers together.            “ I never wanted any of this to happen. ”

          “ I know you didn’t. But let this be one of those... funny little painful           lessons life thrusts our way, ” Pathonia says. “ You turned your back           on your kingdom, Mathias, and now, it has fallen. This isn’t a coincidence. ”

          He feels the weight in his chest sink further at that.           He doesn’t speak, simply accepting it. Had he not run away, they could           have focused on winning the war. Llane wouldn’t have died...

          “ We wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Stormwind, ” Pathonia continues.           “ They had no reason to save my sorry soul from a hanging,           but they did. They let me live, they let me create this empire,           our spies, our assassins — Mathias, I need you to understand that           we would be nothing without our kingdom. I would have died,           and neither you nor Charlene would have been born.           You are alive because of your kingdom. Your very own flesh and           blood crafted because of Stormwind. I beg you to not be ungrateful           for what you have. ”

          She lowers her head slightly to get his attention, for him to look at her.            “ I understand your apprehension. Your fear, your terror.           But this is what we do, this is how we serve and protect Stormwind.           We do what the weak-willed and soft will not, we get our hands dirty           to get the results we need. Others are shackled by their own fears           and morality — but we are efficient. It’s the least we can do in exchange           for the greatest gift of all: Freedom. ”

          She lifts her head high, lungs filled with the air of a proud breath.           She was the deadliest and most powerful aboard this ship, and           she carried it with grace. She bore her responsibility, her mantle           like a crown, she carried herself like a queen because she was one.            “ The only reason why you’re able to bleed is because of Stormwind.           The only reason you can breathe is because of Stormwind.                     Don’t forget our origins. ”

          It’s a heavy weight, and he can’t define the emotion it elicits,           but he opts to mirror her, standing up straighter and nodding.           Guilt, he thinks this is. He abandoned his kingdom, and it fell.           He grew selfish, he let his own personal fear get in the way,           and it killed a king. He felt responsible, no matter how many           times anyone insisted Stormwind would have fallen anyways,           he felt the blood on his hands.

          Pathonia turns back to face the sea, quiet and unflinching as the           ocean mist sprays at them. Mathias aims to take his leave, but just           before he does, she calls out again.

          “ And Mathias? ”

            He pauses. “ Yes grandmother? ”

          “ I mean what I said. I would choose you over Stormwind any day. ”           She doesn’t move, but her gaze flicks down,           the coldness enough to chill the ocean.                      “ But please... don’t make me choose again. ”

     When they finally arrive to Lordaeron, Mathias had made up his mind about how he’d continue his life. In the end, Pathonia was right, and he was selfish to run away. All he could do now was look to the future, and be a good agent.

     After all, it is because of Stormwind that he even had the opportunity to be born. 

                              There is no running away.                               There will never be any running away.

#si report: meta #si report: headcanon #profile: intel #profile: bio #si report: the shaws #file: pathonia #file: charlene #( also i didn't get a good space to clarify but mathias ends up reuniting with edwin in lordaeron after thinking he was dead so theyre good #( anyways this whole damn thing? 2.4k words. WHEW. i'm real proud of it ) #( i have random sentences bolded to try to make things easier to read cause it is a Word DUmp ) #( and links to old headcanon posts in a couple stuff )

[riizev2]

The Living Timeline of Riize Wintersong

RPing is hard. Keeping track of nearly three years of continuity is harder. Here is my organized timeline of Riize’s life for those interested in RPing her now that I’ve returned. I recognize that this is based primarily on my own recollection of plot events, so I have chosen to tag in as many blogs as possible for those interested in hearing the other side of these stories.

However, times change. A lot has happened in two years and my recollection is far from perfect or impartial. In that vein, this is going to be considered a living document. It may change as new information is brought to my attention. Furthermore, some of the people mentioned here are not on good terms with each other (or with me lmao), so take some of this with a grain of salt. This might end up being more for me than for you.

That leads to what’s in brackets. Certain story beats that happened previous have been decided to be written out of continuity for a variety of reasons. Out of respect to the wishes of those involved, certain characters have been omitted even though they did have canon interactions with Riize previously. If I feel that the scene in question is still required to understand Riize’s current characterization, I will leave them in with brackets. The names and occupations of those involved will be changed for the sake of obscuring the identities of those involved and to open up future revisits to old topics now that I have more control over certain elements of Riize’s past. 

I’m organizing it by patch because using the IRL timeline might awaken Blizzard’s lore department. Bold information was originally supposed to be proper nouns and important events but it got a little bit away from me. Just fucking kidding I deleted one word and half the hyperlinks broke and all the bolding disappeared so nothing is bold now. Also Tumblr ate this post twice so I’m kind of trying to get it up before it happens a third time. If edits need to be made, I will write a reblog with the changes as they happen (unless it is basic grammar or more comprehensive formatting)

With that said, let us begin.

Backstory:

Riize Wintersong was born in Darkshore to a priestess and a druid. Her childhood was largely uneventful, training under her mother as a Priestess of Elune while spending her spare time exploring the coastline. As she grew older, she decided that her true love was the sea and became a sailor. Travelling around Western Kalimdor, she became a rotating member of various trade ships that provided food and supplies to other kaldorei settlements on the continent.

In the lead up to the Third War, Riize joined the Alliance Navy and sailed much of Azeroth. During this period she learned much about dwarven and gnomish engineering and worked to maintain the components of ships. While only obtaining the title of Seamen, these years kindled her love for tinkering.

Riize left the military after fulfilling her tour of duty in Northrend. Like many she did experience whispers of the the Old God Yogg-Saron, but did not yet begin her study of the Void until far later. During her time as a civilian she fished and sailed for recreation purposes. After the Cataclysm she returned to the sea as a hired hand on any vessel that would take her. This began her integration into less savory groups.

Riize’s status as a sailor-for-hire was the status quo leading into her playable first appearance in...

Patch 7.3

At this time, Riize is a member of the pirate gang the Dreadwing Vultures. Operating under the professional alias of ‘Nine,’ she sailed with the group for fun and profit. While occasionally brushing against the machinations of Unit Eight, her time with the group was generally enjoyable. Around this time is her first meetings with Corine Blythe, Saelkath Alzarah (@saelkath-alzarah) , and Kat Hawke (@kat-hawke).

[During this period Riize would begin dating one of her fellow Vultures. The two of them would spend long nights getting high and listening to vinyl records. While their life trajectories eventually moved in two different directions, she still values their time spent together greatly.]

Riize begins to make ties with the independent intelligence agency The Silent and a few of its high ranking members through their establishment at the Golden Keg. She begins to take up the place of one of their previous agents as an informant within the Dreadwing Vultures. This position does not last long, as the Vultures soon move to Ironforge and afterwards shutter completely.

Shortly after this event, Riize begins to study under Saelkath in the ways of the Void. Reaching into the darkness, Riize’s exploration is noticed by beings lurking in the Void and mentally affected irreparably. While initially curious, she finds herself drawn to understanding the Void and the denizens within with more fervor. She convinces Saelkath to reveal to her the rituals of the Cult of C’Thun and soon becomes a member herself.

[However, shortly after reemerging with her new focus on the Void, Riize is captured and held captive by a masked Light zealot in the Hinterlands. Detained and tortured for over two weeks, Riize was eventually able to escape into the woods. While too weak to fight, she swore revenge on the one who imprisoned her.]

Patch 7.3.5

While examining a job board in Stormwind Riize comes across a flier directing people towards Easterly. After communicating with The Silent, Riize chooses to enter the newly reforming House Draconis on an information-gathering mission. She meets the House’s heir, Strixena Draconis, and begins to establish a friendship with her. She completes her induction after kidnapping a priest of the Light out of Stormwind on Strixena’s behalf. She is initiated into the House shortly after. While initially believing she escaped Stormwind without notice, Riize ends up crossing the Warden Elyza Morrowbranch (@morrowbranch) who was more than capable of overpowering the newly minted Lady’s Hand. Beating aside, Riize chooses House Draconis over her previous bonds and affirms her loyalty to Strixena.

Riize’s involvement with House Draconis does not go unnoticed by those who knew her and soon she finds herself interrogated by Director Hawke. Remaining affable post-kidnapping, the two enter a tense truce. Working with Saelkath and her previous student Iceilla Nightbane (@iceillanightbane​), Riize partakes in off-the-record assistance on a small handful of missions on Unit Eight’s log.

During a heated argument between the two of them, Riize slices Strixena’s face and leaves her permanently scarred. Agreeing that her delving into the Void is making her lose control of herself, Riize is isolated within the barren White Room deep under Easterly’s catacombs. She is kept in solitary confinement for six weeks, with her only outside contact to the world being twice daily visits from Strixena to bring her food. While originally planned as an act of love, Riize begins to go mad. Her connection to the Void deepens in secret. When she is released she rekindles her vow of loyalty to Strixena and is rechristened as Riizen Draconis, the Phoenix of Easterly.

While working as a founding member of House Draconis’s intelligence branch, the Lady’s Hand, Riize meets the Arbiter of Dead Sun Harbor Eilithe Duskbringer (@eilitheduskbringer). While working together during the opening of the House’s gunsmithing store in Stormwind (Dragon’s Breath Smithing) the two kaldorei would develop a lasting friendship. Fulfilling her duties to the House, Riize recruits Joskinar Soulshread (@joskinar) into the Lady’s Hand. Near that time she also meets Aurelia Voidsong (@smoke-and-stilettos), Headmistress of Sordasa Academy. The Academy would act as the research division of the House, providing a vast bevy of knowledge to those who would seek it. Riize, Jos, and Aurelia would soon form a polyamorous relationship.

Patch 8.0

Strixena and other key members of House Draconis are jailed by a mysterious figure. Riize is not targeted, though the time spent away from Strixena eats at her. She tries her best to maintain the organization in her stead but is slowly pushed further and further out of power by inter-House politics. She settles into running the House’s business ventures while awaiting her sister’s return.

During a Unit Eight expedition to Ahn’Qiraj with Saelkath and a mage in SI:7’s employ, Riize witnesses the full power of her teacher’s magic and is horrified. Barely able to push through the ritualist’s powerful psychic influence, Riize helps destroy the artifact they came to collect to free Saelkath from its hold. While the trio are able to return to Unit Eight’s headquarters safely, Saelkath’s mind is shattered and she loses all memory of Riize. Heartbroken, she leaves her teacher in the medbay and disappears into the night. Riize never sees her beloved teacher again.

Eventually Strixena reemerges before the House as a Death Knight, a specter of vengeance unleashed upon the world. House Draconis begins to act again, though with far less of Riize’s input. Not long after, Dragon’s Breath Smithing is shuttered. The intelligence branch that Riize helped Strixena found is scrapped as well, resulting in her joining Aurelia in Sordasa Academy.

Things grew more dire over the coming months. War loomed on the horizon and the temperament of her sister grew even more volatile. The final straw came in the one-two punch of the closing of Sordasa Academy and the ultimatum that re-entering the House’s inner circle would require letting go of her attachment to her partners. Riize, Aurelia, and Joskinar would all leave Easterly for the old Voidsong Manor in the dead of night. She never saw her sister again.

Patch 8.1

The War of the Thorns escalated further, far from Riize’s gaze. The Void’s hold on her grew ever deeper until the Burning of Teldrassil snapped her from her stupor. Journeying to Darkshore, Riize learned that her parents had evacuated to the presumably untouchable kaldorei capital only to be lost in the fire. Riize had not seen her family in decades and never got to say goodbye.

Patches 8.1.5 through 8.2.5

AKA the period I wasn’t playing WoW

Riize, Joskinar, and Aurelia married in private far from the world. The trio would spend the following year together in seclusion, enjoying relative peace together far from the world and the war raging around them. While it was peace at the cost of ignorance, it was a much needed reprieve from the pain that had preceded.

Patch 8.3 through Past and Present

The rise of N’Zoth and the emergence of Ny’alotha took an unseen toll upon the Void-Blessed Night Elf. Visions began to infiltrate her mind showing her memories of lives unlived and roads not taken. In time it became impossible to distinguish the visions from reality. The usually energetic kaldorei would soon spend hours of the day bedridden, barely able to navigate through the illusions that danced before her eyes.

Now

Riize re-enters a world that is unfamiliar during a time of uneasy peace. The public has turned its hatred upon the Void-aligned and allies have become few and far between. Familiar faces have disappeared, replaced by an endless stream of vitriol. Still, Riize searches for answers and closure to a life that has escaped her...

[kyurilin]

2010-2019 Or The Overly Non Dramatic Story of How Kyuri's Decade Went

Technically this isn't a part of this decade review but I'm posting this on December 24th specifically because 10 years ago today I spoke to @mist-over-water on the phone for the first time after having known her for three years and I'm pretty sure we both cried

2010

met @mist-over-water for the first time in person. Took her to the beach where she promptly got roasted by the sun. Took her to the mountains. Took her out to practice driving in a local high school parking lot because why not. I cried so hard when she had to go home and God help me I'd only known her four years at that point.

Flunked a math class for the first time. Funny enough, it was because I'd been put in the advanced math courses for years and that was the year I both had a teacher I hated and could no longer reasonably fake my way through understanding math. Don't put your kids in advanced courses unless you're certain they can keep up with it people I only really was an advanced reader.

My dog Scruffy passed away :(

Started my senior year of high school

2011

Managed to graduate high school on time despite having to take 2 whole math courses during senior year (and with @mist-over-water 's who will now be referred to as Gabby because simplicity buddies sending me 'GRADUATE' messages so I'd have the motivation to go see her in person)

Got to go to England to see Gabby which, dream come true. Had a blast. Met the two precious nieces she had, her brother who's accent I couldn't understand, her mom who is one of the sweetest people, and her grandparents who I got to watch a lot of old British gameshows with.

Saw Wicked from second row seats in London.

Saw Cars 2 three times with Gabby which is why I'm still emotionally invested in Cars 2 because boy getting to see the sequel movie to the movie that ended up allowing you to cross paths with someone you really clicked with is AN. EXPERIENCE.

Cried when I finally had to leave because I was 18 and terrified of the future and didn't know when or if I'd ever see my friend in person again.

Started at community college in the film and video program

2012

Finished my first year of community college

Wrote my first original novel that will honestly never see the light of day. It's terrible ya'll

Through circumstances I still regret started losing my friendship with Gabby and boy do I hate who I was a person during that time

Started my second year of community college

2013

Worked on the X Factor as a production assistant.

Probably around this time that Gabby and I stopped talking which was better for us at that point. Still took an emotional toll to lose a friend that I'd known for 7 years at that point but in the long run we did need the distance (and I'm sorry to throw it all out here like this Gabby if you want it edited tell me I'm just putting it all out lmao)

Through a cosmic aligning of the universe by which I mean a special interest in both Minecraft and Achievement Hunter at the same time, I found a small Minecraft server that I could play on and met some really great people

Started my third year of community college

Oh yeah met @inspector-starfish from the Minecraft server for the first time in person, me and my brother stole her from her college and took her to the state fair with us.

2014

Started easing into talking to Gabby again (I remember the message with new baby Imogen!!!) Which was a blessing

I can't remember if it was 2014 or 2015 but at some point Gabby also hung out with me on the Minecraft server with my other buddies

Worked on Catfish as a Production Assistant for like 2 days and I still think I was fired lmao

My dad was arrested. Which is... The hardest thing to type out. Because everything before 2014 feels so distant because of the events.

He got put in jail and we bailed him out, but a month later he got arrested again and we couldn't bail him out this time.

God help me I'm so glad I had gotten back to talking to Gabby at this point I vaguely remember a sobbing Skype call between us.

I don't even remember what classes I was in at community college anymore that's how bad it is.

I basically dropped out though.

I stopped writing, I stopped drawing, I stopped... Being. That's really what it narrows down to. Only one of my real life friends knew what happened and I broke down everytime I thought about it so i'm pretty sure at one point I had a panic attack on my way to hang out with Friend A, who knew, and Friend B, who didn't.

I did start talking to @rhysispiecess that year. Through a post on here actually (we were also on the same Minecraft server but because I didn't really play that much that I remember after this whole thing I kinda forgot who he was).

I think (maybe???) I also met @belle-sourires and @youllthinkofsomething that year.

We moved from the house we'd lived in 13 years to a little rental house where we had the sweetest neighbors

2015

I spent a lot of time reading and crying in 2015 lmao

Also spent a lot of time talking to @rhysispiecess (the FNAF AU years God bless them for being a much needed distraction from real life)

Dad went to actual prison and boy that's an experience having to visit him there every week

We moved again this time to a small apartment

Got my first real job that wasn't being a production assistant (the same job I still have!)

Started to make actual attempts at writing again but struggled with it a lot

2016

For the first time since 2014 I actually wrote more than a simple one off story of the course of a month

Saved up my money and went to California to meet @rhysispiecess and @27thousandlizards.

Confused the shit out of Luke's (@27thousandlizards ) grandma

Was so tired I cried when I saw how little Corgi puppies are

Got to see @inspector-starfish and @youllthinkofsomething in San Diego where they were doing a robot thing as usual

Got to see the end bit of Route 66 cause wouldn't you know Rhys lives right near it (and as a huge Cars fan oh my God FATE)

Had an absolute blast with both Rhys and Luke and cried when I had to leave them because boy do I love friends

2017

Cars 3 came out and I transcended to a higher plane of being

Okay not really but I'm sure ya'll remember the days where I was mostly a Cars blog

100% I know I've said this before but all of the Cars movies have hit with specific messages at exactly the point in my life I needed to hear those messages so like. Poetic cinema.

Made some fantastic friends from those days

After 11 years of attempts at writing a redemption arc for a certain Cars character I finally wrote one and IT WAS GREAT

Cars 3 also managed to make me write again which has continued to be a struggle since 2014

Oh yeah became single again I was in a relationship but that ended TIME FOR ALONE (learned I'm still a terrible person who doesn't handle relationships well so hey not bad I'll leave people out of my overly anxious 'they must hate me' mentality)

2018

Fell out of writing again after the Cars 3 hype died down enough lmao

Got to meet @whipplefilter and @the-kings-tail-fin for a road trip around NC which was fantastic

Played way too much Nintendo Switch

Gabby got engaged and I absolutely cried for like an hour because how the fuck do you not cry when someone you've known for so long gets engaged (I'm still so happy for her @onetruejonsey seems like a really wonderful guy)

Oh yeah we moved again we have a real house now but the neighbors are redneck assholes

2019

Thanks to FNAF Help Wanted, I got whiplashed back into that fandom BUT I did start writing pretty regularly again. In fact I've written more this year than all the years since I stopped COMBINED. Which means I was both in the right headspace to actually want to write again as well as being able to keep myself focused on it.

Met Jodie Benson (ARIEL!!!!!!), Daniel Logan (KID BOBA FETT) and Christopher Sabat at GalaxyCon. Right. I went to my first convention despite being terrified of it

I cried like a bitch meeting Jodie Benson and she hugged me. I told Daniel Logan I'd had a crush on him as a kid and that Attack of the Clones was still my favorite Star Wars (which it is I wasn't lying) and he hugged me. Got to hear Sean Schemmel call Christopher Sabat out for being so friendly that his line was ridiculous which was great because boy did I not have enough money to meet more than three people. Christopher Sabat was fantastic too.

Went to DC with my 3 closest IRL buddies I've known since like 2008 and despite some arguments none of us killed each other. Nearly destroyed my feet from all the walking though. Don't know how we'd survive a trip to Japan which they all want to do.

Started formulating my next novel idea

It's been a long decade. Really the first half feels like it happened to another person.

I want to say, more than anything, if it weren't for Gabby I never would have had the courage to meet so many of my other online friends. She flew over here to meet me when I was 17 and she was 15 going on 16. We were so young and my dad and her mom worked so hard to make sure that we could actually meet each other and I'm forever thankful for that. I went across the ocean by myself at 18, an autistic disaster of a human, and somehow I didn't panic or get lost or anything. Without those experiences I never would have had the courage to do a lot of the things I've done since.

I'm still terrified of the future though. I have no idea if I'll even save enough money to go to England to see Gabby again (and God we actually need to talk more because I feel like a terrible friend ALL I DO IS SEND GIRAFFE PHOTOS). I don't even know what I want out of life.

Here's hoping though that I can continue to have some adventures and meet more of my online buddies in the next decade!

[theparanormalperiodical]

19 Spooky Things That Happened In 2019 - And The Links To Watch Them Happen!

365 days.

That’s as long as it takes to change the world.

This year, we saw Greta Thunberg take on world leaders, we bore witness to the Time’s Up movement flex its muscles, and we hit share on the first picture of a black hole. Oh, and your favourite blog was started!

And so, as 2019 draws to a close, chances are your Twitter feeds, your TV shows and your conversations will be crammed full of everyone’s own personal take on the year. On top of that, the final few days of the year will also be chock full of existential crises based on every resolution you failed to meet in the last 12 months.

(Until next year, driving licence...)

But regardless of the politics, and aside from those promises you swore to keep all-year-round, there are some events that simply go ignored. Like the spooky ones.

The ones about haunted baby monitors.

The ones about prophecies claiming this pope will cause the end of the world.

And the ones about the Loch Ness Monster’s Chinese cousin.

I wanted to change that. So, today’s article is going to take you through the 19 spookiest thangs that gon’ don’ went down in 2019.

For the last time this year: let’s get spooky!

#1 - A Nanny Cam Picks Up Paranormal Activity In Michigan (March)

It might sound like it’s fresh from the screenplay of some forgotten Paranormal Activity movie, but this tale has the evidence most ghost stories are scraping the bottom of the barrel for:

It may have seemed like a typical night for this Michigan-based family, but the usual practice checking on their child via the baby monitor took a turn for the terrifying.

The footage clearly shows a strange, transparent figure move in front of the crib, and the child watch it. But then, the baby cries, something that has been deduced to a sharp scratch found on its arm shortly after the incident.

An affliction from someone beyond the grave, perhaps?

Apparently so: the parents traced the history of their home back to a former tenant who committed suicide in the apartment.

Here’s the footage:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E7cNDGk_loQ

#2 - Lorraine Warren - The Inspiration Behind The Conjuring Universe - Dies (April)

This year we lost a paranormal icon.

Lorraine Warren was one half of the ghost-hunting dream-team that investigated some of America’s - and even some of the UK’s - most haunted places and people.

The inspiration behind the ever-sprawling Conjuring universe, Lorraine was possibly the most famous and established medium in the world, using her gift to communicate with spirits entangled in cases such as the Amityville haunting, the Perron family farmhouse, and the Devil Made Me Do It court case.

Whether it's the silver screen bringing their stories to the fore, or their haunted museum, there’s no doubt that she was pretty damn awesome.

#3 - A New Haunting Is Sighted (And Filmed) At Myrtle’s Plantation (April)

Myrtle’s Plantation may already be haunted by the dark history of slavery in the USA, but it is also famed for its less metaphorical paranormal activity: haunted mirrors, the screams of dying Civil War soldiers, and a young girl sporting a green turban are just a few of the things to see and hear at this Louisiana tourist spot.

Yet despite being opened in 1796, only this year was a new haunting witnessed.

And filmed.

https://video.dailymail.co.uk/preview/mol/2019/04/25/6516021902273592342/636x382_MP4_6516021902273592342.mp4 

The story goes that a young couple were enjoying a romantic visit to the BnB - well, I say romantic, it’s a former plantation - and saw 3 pairs of small, ghostly feet scurry across the floor. When they reported this claim to the staff, it connected yet another dot regarding the paranormal portrait of the area.

It turns out that the ghosts of children are often reported by visitors and staff alike, whether it’s floral fragrances passing through the air, or being poked and touched by invisible hands. This aligns closely with claims that numerous children have died on the plantation as a result of Yellow Fever.

#4 - Zak Bagans’ Haunted Museum Is Temporarily Closed Due To Extreme Paranormal Activity (June)

When you gather enough haunted items together in one building, you expect some spooky-ass shit to go down, right? Well, that’s exactly what happened in June.

Zak Bagans - the mastermind behind hit TV show, Ghost Adventures - has his very own museum dedicated to the supernatural in Las Vegas, and had to shut down an exhibit citing danger to the staff.

Housed in this exhibit was ‘the Devil’s Wheelchair’, supposedly the chair David Glatzel sat in when exorcised as a part of the Devil Made Me Do It court case.

Concerns were first raised when a plug near the chair was yanked out of the wall by an invisible force, and a nearby door swung open in a similar fashion. Following this simple activity was an intensified level of activity which began to threaten the tour guides explaining the exhibit to visitors.

No less than 5 tour guides broke down crying for seemingly no reason whilst near the exhibit, and one even collapsed.

#5 - A Ghost Is Seen In The Love Island Villa (July)

This summertime TV hit might make the headlines for all the wrong reasons, but this story seemed to slip under the radar.

Joanna Chimonides, a rather controversial contestant from this year, claimed a blonde ghost visiting the sleeping contestants and bending over their beds was a common feature of their evenings.

It is what it is. (It’s a reference to the show, ok, I’m down with the kidz.)

#6 - Yet Another Sighting Of The Loch Ness Monster Is Reported (July)

The summer wasn’t just full of young men and women swanning ‘round Majorca “looking for love” - it was also chock full of sightings of Nessie.

Thanks to the warm, calm weather gracing Scotland in July, there was a spike in claims of seeing the beast as anything breaking the surface of the Loch was far easier to see. In fact, by the end of the month we’d had the 12th sighting of the year!

#7 - A Bar’s CCTV Catches A Ghost Doing, Uh, Ghost Things (July)

This year, the Idaho based brewery, Milner’s Gate, shot to viral fame having caught paranormal activity on its CCTV. The staff witnessed strange goings on in the dead of the night via their security footage, and uploaded it to YouTube to show what really happens after dark.

You can clearly see several barstools being pulled out from underneath a bar by an invisible force.

But someone could’ve been hiding underneath the bar, surely? Unfortunately, there was no space for them to hide.

Debate might still rage in the comments section of this YouTube video, but it is an interesting watch - whether you believe, or not.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LKXT7Vz9T6k 

#8 - Hobo Hill House Gets Put On Airbnb (August)

Boutique hotels, country cottages, and cosy nooks in picturesque places tend to dominate the listings on AirBnB (AND drive up the prices). But taking in a coastal view isn’t the only option anymore: Hobo Hill House, a 109 year old house tucked away in Jefferson, bears the label ‘haunted’ instead.

Bought in 2017 by its current owners, this house supposedly features a variety of ghosts, and the resulting paranormal activity has amounted to the possession of the 8 year old daughter and their beloved family dog acting cray-cray. Within 7 months they’d got the hell outta there.

Most visitors cannot last the night.

#9 - Another Nanny Cam Sees Another Ghost (August)

It’s been a busy year for ghosts haunting and harassing small infants: in LA, a Nanny Cam app picked up movement of something unseen to the human eye. This brand used coloured splotches to indicate movement, and going by the human-shaped splotches by the crib, this suggested something - or someone - was shifting around the room.

However, the company behind the baby monitor cited poor setup and situation of the camera as the cause of this not-so-supernatural activity.

On top of that, anxious parenting of newborn babies is evidently a common cause of such claims. The debunking of this haunting continues…

#10 - Owlman Is Spotted Once Again - And Caught On Camera (August)

The Owlman of Mawnan Smith might sound like a crappy read you’d pull off a charity shop shelf, but it's actually a legend dating back to the 1920s. The original tale follows 2 teenage girls who saw a half-man, half-owl creature sitting on top of a church tower. The same year, another pair of teens saw the exact same thing.

But it was in the heat of this summer that Owlman struck once again. In August, a paranormal investigator captured footage - and a single photo - of what he claims is the Owlman. Yet beyond the classic blurry picture of something allegedly paranormal is the added experience of snapping the shot:

His team felt this surge of energy, and immediately sensed that this, uh, thing, was demonic. The camera then broke, and scratches soon appeared all over their bodies.

#11 - The Best Footage Of Bigfoot To Date Is Captured (August)

Yes, yes, I know.

Every other day someone is claiming to have witnessed and filmed the greatest evidence of the greatest monster and mystery this planet faces and omg guys drop everything and sub to my youtube channel look its not me in a gorilla suit i swear…

But this year, groundbreaking footage did indeed capture some crazy shizz.

Well, on reflection, ‘groundbreaking’ seems far-fetched for something that smells like yet another hoax. So, what do you think?

https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/9750471/best-bigfoot-sighting-video-woods/

#12 - Pool Parc Asylum Is Closed Off To The Public (September)

North Wales is home to many things: gorgeous views, even more gorgeous accents, and a haunted mental asylum.

(These are a few of my favourite thingggggss.) 

Naturally, its a magnet to UK-based paranormal investigators who are in search for the next viral video. However, in the Autumn, the owner of the 200 year old manor discouraged visitors from touring the historic building, citing danger from the building’s structural integrity, and the increasingly violent paranormal activity that goes on inside.

Investigators typically witness strong activity, claiming stones behind thrown and bruises to the face are common occurrences for those looking to catch a glimpse of the supernatural.

#13 - The Chinese Loch Ness Monster Is Spotted For The First Time (September)

Is there room for 2 lake-based monsters on this list? Well, there’s gonna have to be.

This year a long, black creature was filmed swimming in the Yangtze, producing a viral video that all investigators of the mysterious seek. 

Was it simply a piece of material floating in the water? Was it merely an over-sized sea snake that was subjected to pollution?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c4xRokjH2tkn 

Yet despite the debunking, this is not the first time a creature of similar stature has been seen in China. In 1987, a similar monster was seen in the Kanas lake, and 30 years later, a creature even raised its head out of the water, sparking yet another viral video.

#14 - The Haunting Of The Harper Family (October)

October - obviously the spookiest month of the year - had a spooky start with the Harpers, a family who finally uncovered the truth behind the paranormal activity they experienced in their house.

Their North Wales home has witnessed it all - and I mean it all. Banging noises echoing through the walls, the smell of rotten flesh wafting through the rooms, and items going missing are just a few of the most common occurrences the family have been subjected to.

But on top of that, the mother of the family even watched a small army in clothing and armour from a few odd centuries ago march past the house. This was the hint they needed to trace back their house to Flint Castle, a nearby historic tourist destination.

It is believed that their house is situated on the location of battles gone-by.

This was confirmed in October as footage picked up a large glowing orb floating through their living room. And if you look closely, you can even see a face in the orb.

https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/weird-news/family-home-stinks-rotten-flesh-20763536

#15 - Major British Political Moments Happen On The Spookiest Days Of The Year (October, December)

Friday the 13th? Check.

The 31st October? Hell yeah.

It doesn’t get much spookier than that. Throw in some politics, stir 3 times clockwise, and say the magic words:

“Get Brexit done!”

Oh, just fuck off.

#16 - Paranormal Activity 7 Is Announced (November)

If you thought we’d seen enough of Katie and Kristi’s fucked-up childhood, then you were wrong! This year, yet another film was announced for release in 2021 cause why not drag out possibly the weakest series of film the horror genre has ever had to choke down.

As you can see I’m not pissed off, or confused by this decision at all.

Nope.

#17 - Elon Musk’s Spacex Satellite Livestream Captures Footage Of A UFO (December)

Livestreams of outer space are littered with claims of activity that go beyond the realms of our understanding. And it’s for this reason that aliens and UFOs make the headlines everyday based off this footage alone.

But it was this footage captured up in mid-December that was picked up by media across the world.

The livestream showed a white or silver disc-like object stream past a Falcon 9 rocket in a curved trajectory.

“Ah, yes, an upside down bowl flying through the sky - this isn’t news!”

Well, it kinda is, actually. It’s the curved bit that really got people talking; only an intelligently controlled being could make such a movement, sparking the speculations the supernatural revels in.

https://www.express.co.uk/a7b91874-827b-495d-b3cd-db25fe7f2976

#18 - Another UFO Is Spotted Above Las Vegas (December)

Only a few days before Christmas, a white orb was seen passing over Las Vegas, travelling at approximately 1000 miles per hour, and emitting blue and white lights. Not a sound was produced as it flew overhead.

This suspiciously silent craft is yet another sighting witnessed in Nevada, a hotspot for sightings of the supernatural and alien-kind. It is believed to be as a result of the proximity to Area 51.

https://www.express.co.uk/news/weird/1221270/UFO-news-aliens-Christmas-sighting-update-latest-las-vegas-Nevada

“Okay, so it’s yet another UFO sighting… But what’s so special about this one in particular?”

This footage was captured just after the release of official footage taken by the American Navy which shows a glowing UFO. The film shows the pilots stating that there were multiple UFOs there, rousing suspicion among those obsessed with conspiracy theories.

#19 - A Prophecy Claims The World Will End With This Pope (December)

We finish our round-up of the spookiest goings-on of this year with a prophecy dating back nearly 1000 years. Okay, yes, the Mayans seemingly predicted the world would end, like, every year, but this one bears some rather uncomfortable coincidences that can only confirm its potential reality.

And it all starts with this bloke called Archbishop Saint Malachy.

900 years ago, he travelled to Rome from Ireland to give an account of his affairs when he had a vision. He saw the 112 names of the future popes.

His prediction for the 111th - the former pope - was known as “Gloria Olivae”. The 111th pope is Pope Benedict XVI, and this fulfils the prophecy as the Order of Saint Benedict is the “glory of the olives”.

So, there’s a chance his predictions could be correct, right?

"In the final persecution of the Holy Roman Church there will reign Peter the Roman, who will feed his flock amid many tribulations, after which the seven-hilled city will be destroyed and the dreadful Judge will judge the people. The End.”

Our current pope’s father is called ‘Peter’, and despite moving to Argentina, he was born in Italy. 

This is a problem because it is firmly believed that this pope will resign in 2020. So, as our final pope, this means the world might end in 2020.

Great.

So - What’s Your Verdict?

Which event do you think deserves the top spot of totally-terrifying-thing-o’-2019?

And do you really think the world’s gonna end in 2020?

Fancy hearing about more spooky shizz in the new year? Then you best be hitting follow.

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[yoonia]

50 Questions Tag

I was tagged by @katdefbeom thank you love!!!

1. What takes too much of your time?

It would be my job, recently. I have a few ongoing projects that are taking a lot of my time because I’m constantly drawing.

2. What makes your day better?

When I’m too tired to move from the couch and my cat comes bumping her forehead on mine. and a good cup of hot coffee.

3. What’s the best thing that happened to you today?

Waking up late after working non-stop since Sunday haha

4. What fictional place would you like to go to?

The world of Howl’s Moving Castle (ugh, same!)

5. Are you good at giving advice?

Nope. I can barely solve my own problems I can’t trust myself helping anyone else.

6. Do you have any mental illness?

I have mild depression growing up because of a big traumatic loss that happened during my childhood and being tossed around between one legal guardian to another. That trauma also gives me seasonal depression that occurs at the end of the year, which is the only reason why I always have to be home with my family during the holidays. Then I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder after having a huge surgery in 2013. I still get anxiety attacks once in a while but I’m trying to get better.

7. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis?

Yes. A lot.

8. What musician inspired you the most?

On Kpop, it would be Yoongi and Tablo. Their stories and their music move me in many ways. In general, would be Daughter.

9. Have you ever fallen in love?

Yes. I guess. :)

10. What’s your dream date?

One day where we can lounge around, walk by the beach or just stay home with homecooked dinner and a movie marathon at home without having to worry about work getting in our way. We’ve been pretty busy the past 6 months.

11. What do others notice about you?

Timid. I don’t know, I’m really quiet in real life. People just see it as me being shy, which is half true while I just basically don’t socialise with people well unless I know them already or already close with them.

12. What is an annoying habit you have?

I’m a worrywart. But one of my bad habits that I had just got called out on recently is that I tend to disappear or stay away from people when I’m dealing with stuff. It’s like I always prefer to be on my own and create my own bubble to hide in when I have a problem or in trouble. I don’t even check my phone to return any kind of contacts people around me give whenever I do this. 

13. Do you still talk to your first love?

No, I don’t even know where he is :))

14. How many ex’s do you have?

Two. At least that’s how many times I had gotten into serious relationships.

15. How many songs are in your playlist?

OMG too many. I have too many playlists to begin with.

16. What instruments can you play?

Guitar. a bit of piano

17. Who do you have the most pictures of?

Yoongi. Jungkook. My cat, Myo.

18. Where would you like to go before you die?

My grandparents’ motherlands perhaps. I’ve always wanted to travel and track down the places where my grandparents and my parents have been.

19. What is your zodiac?

Libra

20. Do you relate to it?

Definitely yes. 

21. What is happiness to you?

Achieving my goals.

22. Are you going through anything right now?

Too. Many. Work-graduating-preparing to move-long distance relationship-writing project (original writings)-physical therapy-just therapies in general.

23. What’s the worst decision you’ve ever made?

This might be defined as worst and best, probably. But when I broke up with my overly possessive and stalker-ish ex, I had to leave not only the place I lived in or the city I was at because he would stalk me everywhere I went, so I bought a ticket to Bali where my sister was living at since I felt like it would be the safest to be with her and went there without telling anyone. I managed to escape him for a few months, met my current boyfriend there as well, but I also got my passport confiscated by my granddad ever since that day :’)

24. What’s your favourite store?

Miniso (holy yes, my ultimate guilty pleasure) and Daiso. 

25. What’s your opinion on abortion?

It’s a personal choice. What a person decides to do with their life and any part of it should never be other people’s problem.

26. Do you keep a bucket list?

I used to. I find it pointless when I know I might not have a chance to do anything about it.

27. Do you have a favourite album?

HYYH series by BTS, Epik High’s Sleepless In ______, 2014 S/S by Winner, End Credits by EDEN, The Wild Youth EP by Daughter

28. What do you want for your birthday?

Anything from BT21, a long vacation

29. What are most people’s first impression of you?

Same answer as before lol. A smol, shy person. Some people also think I’m a bit cold and guarded.  

30. What age do you seem according to most people?

Okay, here’s the deal. Way before I started posting my selfies or confessed my birth year on my blog, people have thought that I was much older because of how I act here. Meanwhile, people in real life always think I’m younger :’) 

31. Where do you keep your phone while you’re sleeping?

Under the pillow, where it would be safe from Myo’s attacks. Both Toothless and Myo used to kick my phone off the dresser or the bed while I sleep so I had to keep it safe ever since.

32. what word do you say the most?

'literally’

33. What’s the oldest age you would date?

um...10 years?

34. What’s the youngest age you would date?

2-3 years. any younger I might get arrested or locked up by my overly protective brother.

35. What job/career do most people say would suit you?

Artist/painter. All the females in my immediate family have always been involved in art (my mom, grandmum, my sis) so it just naturally grew on me too.

36. What’s your favourite music genre?

I just...listen to any kind of music, basically. 

37. If you could live in any country in the world, where would it be?

Japan :)

38. What is your current favourite song?

Tired by Jutes

39. How long have you had this blog for?

Since 2016

40. What are you excited for?

Payment day :))) 

41. Are you a better talker or listener?

Listener.

42. What is the last productive thing you did?

I just spent the whole night drawing for a project and I have been working on it since Sunday with only 8 hours of sleep since then. I think that’s productive enough :/

43. What do you want for Christmas?

Anxiety free holiday.

44. What class do you get the best grades in?

English!

45. On a scale of 1-10, how are you feeling right now?

5

46. What can you see yourself doing in 10 years?  

I have no clue. I will probably be that cat lady that spends hours knitting while cursing at the world. I’m kidding, I’m hoping that my plan of creating an art or interior design studio works. If not then, yeah, cat lady life it is.

47. When did you first get your heartbreak?

My first, and biggest one ever, heartbreak happened when I was 8 years old.

48. At what age do you want to get married?

I have no plans or target on this but ask me again on my 25th birthday

49. What career did you want to have as a child?

An artist/painter and a writer on the side, just like my mom :)

50. What do you crave right now?

My bed. or probably a good coffee cause I’m still working :))

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Caitsbooks’s Top 10 Most Anticipated April 2019 Releases

This year is absolutely flying by. I can't believe it's April already! This month has some of my most anticipated releases of the year, with a good mix of debut novels, series starters, and continuations! My wallet may hate me this month, but I'll be very happy once all these books come out.

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April Releases

Note: These are in order of release date

April 2nd 

10. Wicked Saints (Something Dark and Holy #1) by Emily A. Duncan This book is probably my most anticipated debut novel, if not one of my most anticipated books overall for 2019. Wicked Saints has gotten a lot of hype, and after reading the ARC, I can say it deserves all of it. This book broke me, in the best possible way, and I don't think I'll ever be over it. Read my review here for more of my ranting.

"A girl who can speak to gods must save her people without destroying herself. A prince in danger must decide who to trust. A boy with a monstrous secret waits in the wings. Together, they must assassinate the king and stop the war. In a centuries-long war where beauty and brutality meet, their three paths entwine in a shadowy world of spilled blood and mysterious saints, where a forbidden romance threatens to tip the scales between dark and light."

9. Defy Me (Shatter Me #5) by Tahereh Mafi The Shatter Me series has been one of my favorites since I first read it as a trilogy back in 2015. While I was nervous at first about the series being continued, I am now 100% on board and so excited for the next installment! The Kenji novella, Shadow Me, really got my hyped for this book!

(Spoilers below for the Shatter Me series, books 1 - 4) "Juliette’s short tenure as the supreme commander of North America has been an utter disaster. When the children of the other world leaders show up on her doorstep, she wants nothing more than to turn to Warner for support and guidance. But he shatters her heart when he reveals that he’s been keeping secrets about her family and her identity from her—secrets that change everything. Juliette is devastated, and the darkness that’s always dwelled within her threatens to consume her. An explosive encounter with unexpected visitors might be enough to push her over the edge."

8. Defy the Fates (Constellation #3) by Claudia Gray

I cannot express how excited I am for this book. I loved the first two novels, and I've been dying to find out how it all ends! If you're looking for a new sci-fi series, definitely pick this one up!!

(spoilers below for Defy the Stars and Defy the Worlds)

“Hunted and desperate. Abel only has one mission left that matters: save the life of Noemi Vidal. To do that, he not only has to escape the Genesis authorities, he also must face the one person in the galaxy who still has the means to destroy him. Burton Mansfield's consciousness lives on, desperate for a home, and Abel's own body is his last bargaining chip.  Alone in the universe. Brought back from the brink of death, Noemi Vidal finds Abel has not only saved her life, but he's made her into something else, something more. Not quite mech, yet not quite human any longer, Noemi must find her place in a universe where she is utterly unique, all while trying to create a world where anyone--even a mech--can be free. The final battle between Earth and the colony planets is here, and there's no lengths to which Earth won't go to preserve its domination over all humanity. But together, the universe's most advanced mech and its first human-mech hybrid might have the power to change the galaxy for good.”

7. The Princess and the Fangirl (Once Upon a Con #2) by Ashley Poston

This is the new companion novel to Geekerella. The first book was absolutely amazing, and I can't wait to see where Ashley Poston goes with this one!

"Imogen Lovelace is an ordinary fangirl on an impossible mission: save her favorite character, Princess Amara, from being killed off from her favorite franchise, Starfield. The problem is, Jessica Stone—the actress who plays Princess Amara—wants nothing more than to leave the intense scrutiny of the fandom behind. If this year's ExcelsiCon isn't her last, she'll consider her career derailed. When a case of mistaken identity throws look-a-likes Imogen and Jess together, they quickly become enemies. But when the script for the Starfield sequel leaks, and all signs point to Jess, she and Imogen must trade places to find the person responsible. That's easier said than done when the girls step into each other's shoes and discover new romantic possibilities, as well as the other side of intense fandom. As these "princesses" race to find the script-leaker, they must rescue themselves from their own expectations, and redefine what it means to live happily ever after. "

6. The Devouring Gray (The Devouring Gray #1) by Christine Lynn Herman

This book is one of my most anticipated debut novels of the year. People have been comparing it to The Raven Cycle, one of my all-time favorite series, so obviously I need to devour it. (Yes, I know that was a bad pun)

"On the edge of town a beast haunts the woods, trapped in the Gray, its bonds loosening… Uprooted from the city, Violet Saunders doesn’t have much hope of fitting in at her new school in Four Paths, a town almost buried in the woodlands of rural New York. The fact that she’s descended from one of the town’s founders doesn’t help much, either—her new neighbors treat her with distant respect, and something very like fear. When she meets Justin, May, Isaac, and Harper, all children of founder families, and sees the otherworldly destruction they can wreak, she starts to wonder if the townsfolk are right to be afraid. When bodies start to appear in the woods, the locals become downright hostile. Can the teenagers solve the mystery of Four Paths, and their own part in it, before another calamity strikes?"

5. You'd Be Mine by Erin Hahn

I was lucky enough to read an ARC of this back in January, and it blew me away. It was so much more than I expected. This is definitely not a book to miss!

"Annie Mathers is America’s sweetheart and heir to a country music legacy full of all the things her Gran warned her about. Superstar Clay Coolidge is most definitely going to end up one of those things. But unfortunately for Clay, if he can’t convince Annie to join his summer tour, his music label is going to drop him. That’s what happens when your bad boy image turns into bad boy reality. Annie has been avoiding the spotlight after her parents’ tragic death, except on her skyrocketing YouTube channel. Clay’s label wants to land Annie, and Clay has to make it happen. Swayed by Clay’s undeniable charm and good looks, Annie and her band agree to join the tour. From the start fans want them to be more than just tour mates, and Annie and Clay can’t help but wonder if the fans are right. But if there’s one part of fame Annie wants nothing to do with, it’s a high-profile relationship. She had a front row seat to her parents’ volatile marriage and isn’t interested in repeating history. If only she could convince her heart that Clay, with his painful past and head over heels inducing tenor, isn’t worth the risk. "

April 9th 

4. Descendant of the Crane by Joan He

This book has been called a YA Game of Thrones, filled with political intrigue and mystery. This is another book that has gotten a bit of hype, and I'm looking forward to seeing if it lives up to it.

"Princess Hesina of Yan has always been eager to shirk the responsibilities of the crown, dreaming of an unremarkable life. But when her beloved father is found dead, she’s thrust into power, suddenly the queen of a surprisingly unstable kingdom. What’s more, Hesina believes that her father was murdered—and that the killer is someone close to her. Hesina’s court is packed full of dissemblers and deceivers eager to use the king’s death for political gain, each as plausibly guilty as the next. Her advisers would like her to blame the neighboring kingdom of Kendi’a, whose ruler has been mustering for war. Determined to find her father’s actual killer, Hesina does something desperate: she enlists the aid of a soothsayer—a treasonous act, punishable by death, since magic was outlawed centuries ago. Using the information provided by the sooth, and uncertain if she can trust her family, Hesina turns to Akira—a brilliant investigator who’s also a convicted criminal with secrets of his own. With the future of Yan at stake, can Hesina find justice for her father? Or will the cost be too high?"

3. The Red Scrolls of Magic (The Eldest Curses #1) by Cassandra Clare and Wesley Chu

I think everyone can agree that Magnus and Alec are some of the best characters in The Shadowhunter Chronicles. Needless to say, I'm so excited that they're getting their own series!!! I've been waiting for this for too long.

"All Magnus Bane wanted was a vacation—a lavish trip across Europe with Alec Lightwood, the Shadowhunter who against all odds is finally his boyfriend. But as soon as the pair settles in Paris, an old friend arrives with news about a demon-worshipping cult called the Crimson Hand that is bent on causing chaos around the world. A cult that was apparently founded by Magnus himself. Years ago. As a joke. Now Magnus and Alec must race across Europe to track down the Crimson Hand and its elusive new leader before the cult can cause any more damage. As if it wasn’t bad enough that their romantic getaway has been sidetracked, demons are now dogging their every step, and it is becoming harder to tell friend from foe. As their quest for answers becomes increasingly dire, Magnus and Alec will have to trust each other more than ever—even if it means revealing the secrets they’ve both been keeping."

April 16th 

2. Serious Moonlight by Jenn Bennett

Last year, I finally started reading Jenn Bennett's books, and fell in love with them. I went on a binge of all of her YA contemporaries, and I'm dying for more. At this point, it doesn't even matter to me what it's actually about. If it's written by Jenn Bennett, I'll read it.

"Mystery-book aficionado Birdie Lindberg has an overactive imagination. Raised in isolation and homeschooled by strict grandparents, she’s cultivated a whimsical fantasy life in which she plays the heroic detective and every stranger is a suspect. But her solitary world expands when she takes a job the summer before college, working the graveyard shift at a historic Seattle hotel. In her new job, Birdie hopes to blossom from introverted dreamer to brave pioneer, and gregarious Daniel Aoki volunteers to be her guide. The hotel’s charismatic young van driver shares the same nocturnal shift and patronizes the waterfront Moonlight Diner where she waits for the early morning ferry after work. Daniel also shares her appetite for intrigue, and he’s stumbled upon a real-life mystery: a famous reclusive writer—never before seen in public—might be secretly meeting someone at the hotel. To uncover the writer’s puzzling identity, Birdie must come out of her shell…discovering that most confounding mystery of all may be her growing feelings for the elusive riddle that is Daniel."

April 23rd 

1. The Tiger at Midnight (The Tiger at Midnight Trilogy #1) by Swati Teerdhala

I am living for all the new fantasy novels coming out, and especially #ownvoices ones! This synopsis has me so intrigued and I can't wait to dive in.

"Esha is a legend, but no one knows. It’s only in the shadows that she moonlights as the Viper, the rebels’ highly skilled assassin. She’s devoted her life to avenging what she lost in the royal coup, and now she’s been tasked with her most important mission to date: taking down the ruthless General Hotha. Kunal has been a soldier since childhood, training morning and night to uphold the power of King Vardaan. His uncle, the general, has ensured that Kunal never strays from the path—even as a part of Kunal longs to join the outside world, which has been growing only more volatile. Then Esha’s and Kunal’s paths cross—and an unimaginable chain of events unfolds. Both the Viper and the soldier think they’re calling the shots, but they’re not the only players moving the pieces. As the bonds that hold their land in order break down and the sins of the past meet the promise of a new future, both rebel and soldier must make unforgivable choices."

What is your most anticipated release this April?

Related: - My March Favorites + April TBR - My Top 10 March Releases + TBR

#defy me #shatter me #tsc #wicked saints #descendant of the crane #defy the fates #the red scrolls of magic #trsom #the juliette chronicles #the princess and the fangirl #the tiger at midnight #you'd be mine #the devouring gray #april releases #book releases #most anticipated book releases #emily a. duncan #cassandra clare #the shadowhunter chronicles #tmi #geekerella #tahereh mafi

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Perfectly Imperfect: Chapter 7

With Tumblr holding my original writing blog @beccaheartschrisevans captive (aka flagged as explicit), I have made a secondary writing blog and may end up closing the other all together. In the meantime, I am reposting all of my stories on my new blog.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Wren Arnold (OFC)

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

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Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Thanksgiving 2020

The rest of October and most of November passed quickly for Chris and Addy and before they knew it, it was Thanksgiving Day. As per tradition, they arrived at his mom's house just in time for the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade to begin.

Chris helped Addy put a cinnamon roll on a plate and then got her a sippy cup of milk before she joined her cousins in front of the TV. He quickly fixed his own plate and then took a seat next to his younger sister on the couch.

"I'm happy you guys are here this year," she said glancing at him with a smile.

"Me, too," he agreed.

He and Jessa had met when she'd been a wardrobe assistant on the first Avenger’s movie, but they hadn't really hit it off until they'd met again during the filming for Avengers: Age of Ultron. She had been dating someone at the time, but there had been something about her that had called to him. So, when she'd showed up to the Captain America: Civil War set single, he hadn't wasted a second before asking her out.

Considering they'd married within a year's time, things had developed pretty quickly for them and he had given up living on the East Coast when she'd taken a TV show job in Los Angeles. Said job had made it nearly impossible for them to travel from coast to coast for a short trip, especially with a toddler, so they'd spent the last three Thanksgivings out west, away from his family.

"Daddy! Look it's you!" Addy shouted excitedly, pointing at the Captain America on the TV.

"Inside voices, Addy," he chuckled as a Marvel float with most of the iconic characters on it crossed their screen. Glancing around the room and seeing his family members gathered together made it seem like the old days where the only thing missing was Wren and parents. "Mom, when are the Arnolds' getting here?"

Chris's eyes followed his mom's as she glanced at his brother and then followed his brother's eyes as they went to their older sister then back to their mom. Even his younger sister shifted awkwardly in her seat next to him. Clearly, they all knew something he didn't.

"The Arnolds' aren't coming today," his mom finally answered. "They went to spend the day with -" she glanced in kids’ direction and saw that they were looking at her. "- with their daughter."

Chris could feel his mom and siblings watching him as he processed to the news. He felt crushed. He'd spent the last two months working through the issues that had been a result of his relationship with Jessa, but also ones that, according to his therapist, stemmed back from when his parents divorced. Not to mention, the memories of Wren that had swirled around his head and made appearances in his therapy sessions. He had been looking forward getting a chance to talk to her and apologize to her for being the world's biggest asshole in her final days with him.

But clearly, those final days had caused more damage than he'd realized. It was clear to him now that Wren hated him and wanted nothing to do with him. Why else would she have changed her phone number? A fact he'd learned in late October when he'd tried to call her.

"I need coffee," he said, standing up. The kids had, thankfully, turned their attention back to the TV, but he didn't want to break down in front of them, especially not Addy. His little girl had the biggest heart and was prone to crying when she saw people around her crying.

Going into the kitchen, Chris poured himself a cup of coffee and then grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet and added a couple splashes to his coffee. He held onto the bottle a second longer than necessary, tempted to just drink it instead of his coffee, but shook off the thought. He screwed the lid back on and then headed for the stairs down to the basement, needing sometime alone to process everything.

At the start of the summer, Wren had been who she'd always been to him: his best friend in the whole world. Then she'd started helping with Addy and she'd quickly become the person he wanted to help him raise Addy. At the time, he hadn't picture anything more than a friendship with her, because that had been their role in each other’s life. But sometime during the summer, his feelings had gotten convoluted and even now, four months later, he still wasn't sure what his feelings for Wren were.

He loved her, obviously, but it wasn't like the love he had for his other friends. Not to mention that it was a totally different love than he'd had for his previous girlfriends, too. Just like the woman herself, his love for Wren was totally unique.

"I thought I'd find you down here," Scott said, coming down the stairs. "You ok?"

"She hates me, doesn't she?" Chris asked, staring down at his empty mug. He couldn't look at his brother's face for fear of what his expression would be.

"Wren? Hate you?" Scott let out a laugh so obnoxious Chris had to look up at him. "Hate is the last thing she feels about you."

"But you didn't see her face that day," Chris stated, not even having to close his eyes to see the broken expression that had been on Wren's face that last day. "And she didn't come today."

"You broke her heart, Chris," Scott said as he sat down on the couch. "She might have been mad at you, but the poor girl has been in love with your sorry ass since we were in high school."

"She's what?" Chris asked, dumbstruck. "No way. I would have known."

"You didn't," Scott said with a chuckle. "She and I got a little tipsy after her senior prom. I told her I was gay and she told me she was in love with you."

Chris shook his head in disbelief. He and Wren had been out of high school for twenty years and she hadn't said a word.

"It was never the time for her to tell you," Scott explained with a sigh. "I tried to get her to tell you before she left, but, well, you know what happened."

Chris nodded as guilt flooded his stomach. His therapist had theorized that his comments to Wren about never marrying again as well as his sudden need to get a vasectomy had been part of the subconscious changes in his feelings towards Wren. That theory, added to the knowledge that she'd been in love with him, explained why she had been so hurt and why she had fled so quickly.

"She's never coming back, is she?" he asked.

"I don't know," Scott replied. "But I think she deserves the chance to move on with her life if she can."

"Will you tell her I'm sorry about everything?" Chris asked.

"Chris, she cut us all out of her life," Scott said, slowly. "All we know is what her mom has told mom. Wren is settled and loves her new job."

The rest of the day was a blur for Chris as he tried to process all the information floating in his head. He wasn't sure if Scott's revelation was a help or a hindrance in the large scheme of things. If anything, it made his feelings for Wren even more confusing than they had been before.

Chris was still trying to process it all, a week later, when an unlisted number called him. In the past, he never would have answered a call from a restricted number, but knowing Wren was out there somewhere, he answered it quickly. To his dismay, it wasn't Wren, but to his complete and utter shock, it was Jessa.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I called you."

"A little," Chris lied through his teeth. After the way she had up and left the house after handing him the divorce and custody papers, including one in which she gave up her rights as Addy's mom, he had never expected to hear from her again.

"I'm engaged," she said, getting right to the point. "He just asked me tonight and I didn't want you to find out from someone else."

"You're engaged," he repeated in disbelief.

"I know it seems sudden," she said. "But I met him through a friend of a friend and he's amazing, Chris."

"Does he know you don't want kids?" he cut her off, his tone bitter.

"Yes," Jessa replied, quietly. "And he is of the same mind."

"And does he know about Addy?"

"Yes."

Nothing was said for a couple minutes as Chris let everything absorb. His ex-wife was engaged just shy of a year after asking him for a divorce that had blindsided him completely.

"How did we get here, Jessa?" he asked with a sigh. "I thought we were happy. I thought things were good."

"That's because you were happy, Chris," she said. "You had everything you'd ever wanted. A wife and a kid." Her voice cracked. "I tried, Chris. I tried really hard to be the wife you needed me to be and the mother to Addy that you wanted me to be, but I wasn't being true to myself."

"What do you mean?" Chris asked her. He vaguely recalled her saying that at the beginning of their conversation, a year ago, but he'd shut down when she'd told him she didn't want to be a mom. A part of him didn't want to have this conversation, but he knew that this was an important conversation that needed to happen.

"I never wanted to be a mom, Chris." She sighed. "Then I met you and every time a kid came to set or you spent time with your costars' kids, I knew you were meant to be a dad. I knew that the world wouldn't be right if Chris Evans never had babies of his own." She sniffed. "I told myself that you wanting kids would be enough and that I could be happy by making you happy.

"And I was happy, Chris. I swear to you, I was happy. I was thrilled when you proposed and we started planning the wedding. And yes, I was terrified when I found out I was pregnant just hours before my final dress fitting, but I knew how happy you would be when you found out. And my God, you were the happiest I've ever seen you that night.

"Then we had Adelaide and she was perfect and you were perfect. And I felt like I had lost myself. It sounds horrible, I know, but I wanted to be back at work, helping with costumes for the movie, but I was stuck in a rental house with a screaming baby. Then we went back to LA and it got better for a bit, but I didn't feel the pull to her like you did. Like you do.

"My friend recommended a therapist and I put off seeing her until the summer that Adelaide turned two. I wanted desperately for her to tell me that I would get over it and we could keep living the way we were, but the sessions made me realize that by putting your dreams in front of mind, I had stifled myself."

Silence fell between them again as Chris processed what she had told him. He felt guilty for never asking her if she wanted to have kids and guilty for not noticing that she was depressed. But he also knew, from many hours spent with his own therapist, that some of the blame was on her, too, for not speaking up and not telling him what was going on.

"Do you regret it all?" he asked her.

"Us being together? No. Chris, I fell in love with you hard and fast. We made a beautiful daughter and I know that one day, she and I will have to talk about my decision, but I hope that she will be able to understand in the end."

"Where did we go wrong?"

"Honestly, I think we got caught up in being in love and wanting to get married before we reached our late 30's. It didn't help that we were on a set with people constantly telling us how perfect we were for each other." She laughed. "God, you should have had Wren come down to visit. They would have taken one look at the two of you and wondered why you were even wasting your time with me when she was in your life."

"What do you mean?" Chris demanded. He took a deep breath and then said, "Sorry. It's just that Wren and I sort of had a falling out a few months back."

"Oh, Chris, I'm so sorry," Jessa replied, her voice sincere. "She was lovely and always nice to me whenever we were together. I suspected that -"

"That she was in love with me?" Chris cut in.

"Oh, I knew she was in love with you," Jessa stated. "But I trusted you enough that I knew you'd never cheat on me and she was so genuine that I never worried about the two of you being alone together. No, what I suspected was that you'd move back to Boston and settle down with her. What happened?"

The idea of talking to his ex-wife about his problems with Wren made Chris want to roll his eyes, but in the end, that was exactly what he did. It took nearly another hour, but everything that had been circling in his head with no sense of organization spilled out of his mouth as Jessa listened. She made a few comments and observations, but for the most part just remained quiet.

By the time, Chris hit the end button on his phone, the storm cloud of thoughts that had been roaming around his head had settled down. He had tried to talk everything through with his therapist, just the other day, but it hadn't worked as well as talking to Jessa had done. Neither had talking to his mom. But with Jessa's help, he had come to a realization that should have startled him, but it didn't.

He loved Lauren "Wren" Arnold, his best friend, and in a more than "just friends" way.

Knowing there was something else he had to do, Chris sent his agent a text, asking him to find the doctor in the USA with the most successful vasectomy reversals. Success being measured in the number of kids born after the reversal.

Chapter 8

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[enebrian]

What love?

I don’t know how to write anymore. I stopped for nearly 2 years. The pain and sadness of the past that I kept writing about here for years were already something I have forgotten; buried deep down in this blog. I found love that made things seem to be different. It was that point of my life, I was finally happy. I was in love.  I thought love was already enough to keep something going. but it’s not. I found myself right back here.  I never thought I’d be back. I never thought I’d write about you... Our story started way back in the summer of 2016. It started when you found me on our mutual friend’s Snapchat video. You said I was cute. I was in Manila and you were in Davao. Our communication were just chats and calls but it felt something more. It was one week of nonstop late night talks about life, music, interests and love. I never felt such connection with anyone before. You were at that point of your life that you just got cheated on, your heart was broken and you wanted to go home back in Manila. but after a while, you still chose to stay. You got back together and I stepped back. Months had passed, I never heard any news from you. Somehow I was still thinking about you. I joined this national competition that was going to be held at Davao. At the back of my mind, I was thinking and hoping that I might see you and that our fates would meet. 2 weeks before my flight, to my surprise, you messaged me that you guys broke up. You were finally back in Manila before I could even be there in Davao. I knew that you were going through the hardest things. You looked away and said you never want to look back at the monster from your past. I was so eager to help you in every way because I knew what it feels like to go something like this and to have no one. I was there for you. for weeks, for months. Little did I know that something will develop.  I made you this Mix tape named “Point Here”. I told you that if you ever feel lost again, all you have to do is listen to the songs and just point here (me) and I’ll guide your way back. After nearly two months, we got together. and I remember one time, you picked me up at the airport, and you were holding this bondpaper with my name on it. You were waving it so i could see you in the crowd. You were so damn cute. Dinner dates. Ramen dates. Giving each other surprise gifts. cooking sessions. geeking out about star wars and Game of thrones. Staycations at hotels. Netflix and chill weekends. Me meeting your whole fam. You meeting my tita who raised me since I was a kid. the Baguio Adventures; Our first Baguio, when we were in this row boat in the middle of the night. and that time where you used all of your 13th month pay just so you could bring me to Baguio again on our anniversary. Us talking about our future plans like our already unborn children: Alex and Max. you finishing your med school. Us living in London and so much more. It was a relationship that made us both the happiest. We had our ups and downs, fights and alls. It always felt like our love outshines it all. but i guess I was wrong. June of 2018, It was my finals week. Suddenly, you went missing.  We were perfectly fine and the last time i talked to you that day was around afternoon and you were just gone. There were no replies. You weren’t active on messenger. Your phone was cannot be reached. Me and your family were super worried. then It was already 2 am and I started messaging your friends and classmates on facebook, trying to know where you are or where you might have went. No one has any clue. then It was already morning and I did not sleep nor study for my finals. Your family was already talking about going to the police and stuff. I started panicking and crying. I was having a lot of negative thoughts like I I don’t want lose the love of my life. You were already missing for 20hours. and suddenly, out of the blue, you messaged us around 1pm. Saying sorry and that you still don’t want to talk about what happened. but I was able to convinced you and there we talked. You started by saying that you love me so much. You said that you’ve been struggling for months. you said when you’re with me you’re extremely happy but when you’re alone and by yourself, you feel like your dead like yourself doesn’t exist. You wanted to break up with me that time because for the reason that you don’t want to be a burden. I refused and said that I’ll be here for you no matter what and that we will go through this together.  You even told me that you were even thinking about living in with me so you wouldn’t feel that way. It was hours of talking and crying. and you ended up agreeing that we’ll go through it together. The following days just got worse. It was a series of you running away and not going home. It went on for several days. I was trying my best to be understanding as much as I can. You gave your word that we’d work on it but you kept isolating yourself. So I decided to make a video for you. Yearly I make Year end video blogs. Compilation of videos that i recorded all throughout the year. I was planning to actually make another one for you for our second anniversary and I thought, what if there will no longer be a second anniversary to celebrate. So i made the video then, compiling every video and memories we had since 2016 all the way up to recent to remind you of who you were before you felt like you lost yourself. The next day, I went to your house. We talked again for hours. I showed the video to you. It was good, you said and you followed up “I don’t know who that guy is” and u just cried. You said you love me and that’s why you want to be alone for a while.  The talk led up to you demanding more time and space and I respected it even it was so hard for me to understand what the hell was happening. I was away for days. I felt so alone and I was being crushed into million pieces trying to figuring out what was happening. Then that weekend, I couldn’t take it anymore. I confronted you. I asked you if there’s a third party. If it is this guy friend of yours that I was always jealous about. and you assured me that it’s not about third party and it’s more of this struggle that you are having. Your mind was already made up. You wanted to break up.... I kept trying saving us but it was too late. You said, You want to find yourself that was long gone ever since you were still in Davao. You said, You want to choose yourself this time without thinking of anyone. You said, We loved each other so much and we were at this peak of our love. and one day, you just fell and I was left alone up there thinking we’re still both there. You said, you have been feeling all of these for months now and you were just hiding everything. You said, You were not happy anymore. I was like shot dead right there. I felt every pain all at once.  My heart stopped beating. You gave a lot of reasons contradicting those things you’ve said days before. I didn’t know what to believe. I didn’t know where were these all coming from. We were perfectly okay and to wake up one day, na there’s something wrong and it’s been happening for a long time. I was sitting right there in your bed, and my heart couldn’t process it all. I was thinking that for almost two weeks, I was doing everything i could to save the relationship but there was nothing to save anymore. It was already gone months ago without me knowing.  and finally... You confessed that in those few days that you were gone, you hang out and made out with some strangers. I even saw some bite marks around your chest. That moment, I realized, I was already talking to a stranger.

”Is US not worth holding to? Is it not worth fighting for?” I asked.  The whole room was quiet. A loud silence pounding my ears. Then you uttered, “It’s not anymore”. And my whole world just fell apart.  One last hug. One last kiss. One last good bye. I finally left your house. Our story ended just like that. 1 year and 7 months, gone just like that. I was not  given a slight chance to do something. I wasn’t able to do anything. All I was left to do was to embrace the pain and accept that he doesn’t want me anymore. Everyday i blame myself thinking that i have caused this. that the reason why u lost yourself was because of me. i kept blaming myself even u told me a lot of times that none of this is my fault. I always go and look back at our memories, trying to figure out what went wrong. What did I do wrong. I blame myself every fucking day. and I kept thinking about this one recent memory of us. You know how much I love the view of city at night.  You brought me to Skydeck of bayleaf hotel on my birthday. I was looking at the stars. The beautiful city view while the air was breezing all around us. You gave me this small notebook having this collage pictures of me. I felt the happiest moment in my life. I saw the smile on your face because I was super happy. I looked at you and I was thinking na you’re really the guy I want to spend my whole life with. You’re the guy I want to marry. We were just eating dinner. Having a conversation. Enjoying each other’s company.  I had the most romantic dinner with you. Right now, all I’m thinking if it was all just a pretend? Was it all a lie? Was it something that you were just forced to do. Probably the most painful thing was u pretended that you love me for months. I kept thinking about when was the last real hug, when was the last genuine kiss, when was the last true I love you. What were all those assurances that you kept saying to me? What were all those promises and sweet words? What were all those dinner dates? What were all those “I’m happy when i’m with you” phrases? Why did you kept saying that there’s nothing wrong? Why would you even say you miss me, why would you even say that you don’t want to lose me, why would you even go and sex me up, why would you say I love you?   What love? What part of it was love? You faked everything for months. It must have been hard for you. I might as well give you the grammy award for best actor in this drama. You did such a good job.

I saw your IG stories and tweets. You already have someone new. You are with this guy u told me before not to be worry about.  You keep bringing him to our favorite ramen place and to your house. You’re spending more time with him. It seems like he’s already part of your family. The spot were I was used to be. I thought you were trying to find yourself. I didn’t know you were trying to find it from someone else. But I’m happy for you. You might be a coward for not being honest, but at least you found the happiness you were looking for. I wrote this during those times I was lonely. I wrote this during those times I was crying at 2am. I wrote this during those times you were having a great time with him. I wrote this during those times I missed you. I wrote this to finally free myself from you.

Years would pass, all of these would just be one of those old sad love stories you’d reminisce. But when I go and look back someday, I’d remember I fell in love with you who became this monster; a monster that you once hated.

[andy-loves-corgis]

The Eyes, Laugh and Lies of Anneliss York - Part 1 (Lily)

Hey guys, I know this is mainly a Choices blog, but my lazy ass doesn’t want to create another blog so you’ll get some Harry Potter fanfics too!

Book: Harry Potter - Marauders Era

Pairings: James x Lily, Sirius x OC, Remus x OC

Notes: So, this fic is from 2015, when I just wrote for HP fandom, and @drakewalkerrosenberg wanted to see a little of my HP fics, so here it is.

It’s basic centered on my OC Anneliss York, her life will be told through the eyes of her friends and lovers now that she’s dead. Each chapter will be someone’s POV, and they will complement each other. Tell me if you want to be tagged.

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Lily Evans

The house was cold, my husband’s family manor used to be full of joy, but now it was empty. His father died first, his mother couldn’t bear to live without him,passing right after, and now she was gone too.

Anneliss was dead.

I just couldn't stare at her portrait anymore, she was my best friend, the one who lived my ups and downs, who was with me every bloody time that I needed. She couldn't be just gone, a person like her cannot die! Life was beaming out of her fingertips at anytime. It hurt so much to remember the times that I've spent with her, mainly due to the fact that her gorgeous 7-month-old daughter is right here, smiling on my lap, playing with my son. Looking one more time to her smile, I can’t help but chant the words we’d always said to each other, even though she’s not saying it back. Never again.

“I love you like a sister, Liss"

November 11th, 1972

I was sitting at the far corner of the library studying potions, Severus was serving a detention due to Potter bullying instincts and couldn't be there with me. I had already written two parchments of our potions essay (even though the professor had said it could be only one and a half) and was checking the information when I felt someone's stare on me, when I looked at my side I saw a girl not much taller than me, with long brown hair with the sides pinned with bright red hair clips, eyes that I couldn't figure out if they were blue or green and some freckles spread on her face. I knew her, she was Anneliss York, Gryffindor; same year as mine. Somehow she was related to Potter and the talk was that she was the adoptive daughter of our Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, Professor Dumbledore. She was a bit of a loner.

"Hi" she started shyly "Could you lend me the potions book when you're finished? There is no other available and I haven't started my essay yet. Besides, I really suck at this subject"

"Sure" I answered awkwardly "Humm... Do you want some help?" her face lit and she nodded.

That day she would become my best friend.

February 8th, 1974

"Why can't you go with me to Hogsmeade?" I ranted looking for my brown jacket in my drawers, the brunette on the bed beside me sighed.

"Lily, I've already told you, I'm going out with Sirius". She didn’t even bother to look at me.

I was dazed by her answer "I thought you got over your crush on that neanderthal", she sighed once again.

"And I did, he and James made a bet, fifty chocolate frogs on who would take a girl to a date and kiss her by the end of the day, he promised me half of the prize and I said yes".

"Wait. That's why that toerag you call cousin was screaming in the halls 'Evans, go out with me'?" I stopped my search for a second, really irritated.

"Probably" She said carelessly scraping the dirt out of her nails.

I had finally found my jacket and looked judgingly to her "You sold yourself short, and you're going to lose a perfect day with me and Sev", she snorted putting a red Every Flavor bean on her mouth, muffling the sound of her next words.

"Yeah, like I would go out with the couple".

"We're not a couple!" why everyone thought we were? She raised her brow and said:

"Sure" she said going in the bathroon's direction "I'll pretend he's not drooling over you every bloody minute, now if you excuse me I have to get ready for my first kiss and lots of chocolate frogs later on. I'm really a lucky girl".

I laughed at her remarks, she was really a girl of attitude.

June 21st, 1976

Mudblood

I couldn't believe he had said it, he could not have said it! He was my best friend, long before Hogwarts, when magic was just a silly daydream of mine. He said that word, that piercing word that would haunt me forever in the wizard world. It doesn't matter that he came to apologise, why would I be different from every other muggle-born that he called that? I was beyond second chances with him and that hurt me more than I could imagine. I was crying my eyes out in the dorm, so immersed on my own self-pity that I didn't hear her coming.

She sat on the edge of my bed and hugged me, I started sobbing "Why does my blood matter so much?" my body was shaking uncontrollably.

"Shhh" I heard her next to my ear, her hand was caressing my disheveled hair and I started to hear her voice filling my head. "It doesn't mean anything to those who really matter" She laid me on my bed and I heard her melodic whispers.

"Don't lose it all,

in the blur of the stars.

Seeing is deceiving,

dreaming is believing,

it's okay not be okay.

Sometimes is hard,

to follow your heart,

but tears don't mean you're losing,

everybody's bruising.

Just be truth to who you are."

And she lulled me to sleep, so I could wake up a new person. I would be a better friend to her, that was always there for me whenever I needed.

January 10th, 1977

The night was silent, the ones who couldn't find a place near the fireplaces went to sleep early because the cold outside was as imposing as the dark figure that was slowly starting a war on the wizard world, I was wide awake in my bed, thinking that I would be an adult ‪in 20 days‬, a mudblood adult, who could be killed at any moment.

"Lily, are you awake?" I heard Liss calling me, and the apprehensive tone she used worried me.

"Yes" I answered, but silence met me on the other side, I knew she had not fallen asleep so she was probably thinking about what she was going to say, "spill it" I almost ordered, the other girls in the room were sound asleep (Mary was too soundly for my taste).

"IsleptwithSiriusontheholidays" she said so fast that at first I couldn't understand, I guess it was the shock, because when I could figure what she said I choked on my breath.

"You did what? Merlin, Liss, haven't you dumped Edlor Thomas because he was only thinking about sleeping with you? How could you sleep with your bloody best friend?! That's crazy Liss, how did it started? Are you two dating now? Does Potter know? He's gonna kill him..."

"Lily, calm down please" she whispered pleading "It just happened, it's your fault actually, no one wanted to go with us to Tenerife! It happened, it was nice, we're still best friends, nothing has changed... I guess" I tried to calm my breath, but Liss' confession was making me uncomfortable about keeping my own secret .

"I kissed Potter yesterday, under a mistletoe" I confessed in a small voice.

"YOU WHAT?"

I couldn't even answer, since her exclamation had awaken all of the girls in the dorm, but I got the feeling that I wouldn't hear the end of it on the next day.

September 2nd, 1977

"Liss, wake up! It's first day of school, our last first day. I need to run or I'll have a heart attack" I was shaking a peaceful sleeping girl who started mumbling really pissed when awake, but started to dress up anyway. It was our tradition, actually it was my tradition. I would wake her up at dawn and make her jog with me on our first day of school, and she would be grumpy and snarl at my comments. That's just how we were.

"So, how are you?" I asked when we stopped by the Herbology greenhouses."Is Remus talking to you again? I couldn't find him yesterday at the banquet" she looked at the grass, she had been like this for two weeks now.

"No, no word since he broke up with me" she answered in a small voice.

"I think he's right you know, if you're battling feelings for Sirius you should just let them out, I think he likes you too. Of course you made a mess by dating Remus, but if he's giving you the chance to be happy, take it"

Her stare was lethal and I could study those eyes which sometimes seemed green and other seemed blue, she was really pissed.

"Well, Lily, I think it would be just polite of you to know your heart like you know mine. James won't chase you forever you know" that said she just started jogging ahead of me.

Touché.

October 13th, 1977

We were laying on the gardens, it was past the school curfew but we sneaked out anyway, it was our last year and I could afford some rule-breaking (I could cover it anyway by being a Head Girl). James Potter, the new Head Boy, had kissed me this afternoon, the Gryffindor lost the first game of the season to Ravenclaw and James was frustrated, I felt really bad for him. I was studying near the windows of the Common Room and saw him marching towards me, still in his quidditch uniform full of mud and sweat with a determined look on his face, we had become friends over the past few months and I never saw him like that. It was fast, he didn't even stop in front of me, just put both hands on the sides of my face and kissed me. 'You are going out with me next weekend' he said to my blushy face and I would have kissed him again if it wasn't for all the students around.

"Liss?" I asked the girl by my side, who turned her face from the sky to look at me. "I'm in love with James Potter"

And she would take my hand, smile at me and say "I'm glad you finally noticed it"

September 17th, 1978

"HE PROPOSED!" I screamed entering her flat as she jumped frightened in fear with her hand on her wand, those were dark times and for a flick of a second I forgot that.

"OH MERLIN'S ARSE!" she exclaimed after the information sank in "You are going to be married! I'm so so so happy for you" she was hugging me tight, I could feel her happiness and that made me feel alive, she was the sister that my own could never be.

"Will you be my maid of honor?" I asked drying the tears that I didn't even knew I was shedding. "If you didn't ask I would possibly slice your throat!" she said smiling fully.

"How about you and Sirius? When are you two tying the knot?" she started to laugh openly.

"Can you imagine Sirius Black getting married? He surely prefers to mess around in my kitchen and complain about the amount of drawers that he has here"

January 3rd, 1979

"I feel like we have to be afraid all the time" Liss told me while we were having tea at my place, I had to agree with her, those were dark times, but I knew something that she didn't.

"Let's do something stupid for once!" I said with a mischievous smile, I was becoming more and more like my husband, "Let's go to some shop, you buy me a dress and I buy you one, and we aparate in some beach and just pretend we don't have any worries! Just for today, please?” she laughed like I was crazy but went on anyway. We stopped by a muggle store that I loved, spent half an hour looking for the dress, actually she did, I already knew what to buy to her.

"Oh Lil, white? You know that when I use white it seems like my freckles multiply" she said when we were back to her flat and she tried her treat, I snorted, she looked amazing on the long strapless dress.

"You don't even have a hand full of freckles, don't let Sirius comments get to you. Besides the deal was: I would choose you a dress and you would do the same to me, now cheer up. It's time for the beach"

I was so excited to see her face, we stepped on the warm sand and we both smiled, she had her back to the sea and I was trying not to focus on what was behind her. "Here" I said taking a sparkly little head piece of my purse and putting in her hair "Something borrowed... hum, the dress is new"

"What's going on, Lil?" when she turned her eyes grew wide, as she took it all in her mouth opened and closed a couple of times. There was a small tent decorated with flowers, a strange man behind an altar and Sirius Black wearing a white tunic on the right side, while James was wearing a black one on the other.

"You need something blue" and I conjured a bouquet of blue spring star flowers "As for something old, you would have to go for our friendship".

"Oh, Lil" there were tears in her eyes, I felt honored to take her to the altar, so she could be forever happy, like I was.

November 15th, 1979

We were surrounded by Death Eaters, they were large in numbers than us and I was truly scared for the first time, Sirius was on another mission and Liss was at home feeling frightened all the time, the pregnancy taking its toll on her, I emitted the help signal to the Order's members, we needed back up, but I could never think that she would come, that she would risk herself and her baby for us. But she came, she came because I called, she came because we are her family and she wouldn't let anyone harm us, that's why when she was attacked and started bleeding near a dumpster I felt my heart sink.

"We will take you to a safe place, Liss" I assured her while James and I headed to the hospital "Everything will be alright"

But it wouldn't. I had to gather courage to enter her room in St Mungus, and when she looked into my eyes she knew, and that broke me.

"No" she said in a small voice, "no, no, no. no. NOOO!" she started screaming in her bed, she grabbed the sheets in her fists and cried. "My baby, not my dear baby! No, Lily!” she sobbed and collapsed on the bed when nothing more could hold her awake. And I was there the whole night when Sirius didn't appear, I held her hand because her pain was my pain.

January 14th, 1980

"I'm leaving the house by the end of the week" she said behind her tea mug, her eyes ,always so bright, were dead "It's been long since we stopped looking at each other's face. I think it's just better"

I couldn't meet her gaze any longer, my lie filling the space between us, I felt sorry for her, it was so unfair to have it all and see someone you love so much lose everything, she finished her tea and stood up "I will write you to tell where you can find me. Oh... by the way, this is for you" she said taking a little package out of her purse, when I opened my breath was caught in my throat, it was a comforter with little broomsticks on it. How did she know?

"You will be a wonderful mother, Lil" she said opening a genuine smile and I could see a flick of light in her eyes.

June 21st, 1980

We were laid on her backyard, feeling the grass on our backs, just like we used to do at school, our swollen bellies side by side, I was so happy for us, for how her life was back on tracks. We spent an awful lot of time together making plans for our babies, how they would be intelligent, and brave and would be best friends like all of us, and her light laugh would fill up the warm air, her eyes would light up and she would say:

"I love you like a sister, Lil"

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Tagging: @ehkw1989 (Hey girl!)

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[megsironthrone]

Indifference

Based on this request:  Hi don’t know if this sent first time but can I req a fic lannister reader x euron; they marry for an alliance maybe she needs his ships and she’s the heir but although they’re kinda indifferent to each other at first they fall in love and are totally devoted to each other (kindalike Dany and Drogo)

Here you go! I do not own Euron. He belongs to George R.R.Martin

Warnings: threats, arranged marriage, treason?, a teeny bit of fluffy. As fluffy as Euron can be. And it’s a bit long. SLIGHT SEASON 7 SPOILERS!

Pairings/Characters: Euron Greyjoy x fem!Lannister(Baratheon) reader

You didn’t hate him. You didn’t have it in you to hate him, though you wished you could. He was crass, crude, and some of the things that came out of his mouth were downright disgusting. Still, you couldn’t seem to hate him. But you didn’t exactly love him either. He wasn’t the kind of man you could easily fall in love with. No, what you felt for him was far worse than either love or hate. What you felt for him was indifference. At least at first.

           When your mother Cersei told you that you would have to marry Euron Greyjoy, you threw a fit. You were now the heir to the Iron Throne and didn’t think you should have to marry anyone. But once your mother made a decision, it was no easy feat to get her to change her mind. She needed Euron’s fleet to go to war with Daenerys. Thus, you ended up being married to the King of the Salt Throne.

           You spent the first several months of your marriage basically avoiding any and all interaction with Euron outside of your queenly and wifely duties. Euron didn’t seem to mind. He came and went as he pleased, doing whatever it was the Iron born did, and you never once questioned him. All-in-all, it wasn’t a bad arrangement, But you were lonely. The only company you had on a daily basis was your handmaiden. She was sweet, but you couldn’t have the kind of conversations with her that you craved.

           "Y/N?“ You shook yourself out of your daze. You hadn’t realized you’d been staring off into space. You glanced up at your husband. "What?” He scoffed lightly, though it sounded a little like a laugh. “I’ve been calling your name for a while now. What could possibly have grabbed your attention so thoroughly that you would ignore your king?” You rolled your eyes. You never cared for Euron’s displays of power or when he felt the need to declare himself the king. It reminded you a little of Joffrey.

           "Perhaps, if my husband paid more attention to me and less to his ships and whores, I would pay more attention to him,“ you replied smoothly, your gaze never leaving his. Euron just stared for a moment. He wasn’t used to anyone speaking to him the way you did. Like you were his equal or even perhaps superior rather than someone lesser than him. "The ships are our ticket to glory. To the world.” He didn’t even mention the whores you knew he was bedding. You chuckled bitterly.

           "You sound like my mother. You should have married her. The two of you are going about this completely blinded by greed.“ You stood up and moved to leave the room. Euron’s hand shot out and grabbed your arm. "Let me go or so help me I will cut that hand off. Or perhaps I’ll cut something else off instead.” He released his grip.

           "What do you know of battle strategy?“ You smirked. "My uncles taught me more than you would think. Between Uncle Jaime’s skills in battle and Uncle Tyrion’s wit, I’ve learned quite a bit more than most women. And I am telling you that Cersei’s plan will fail. Maybe not at first, but it will fail in the end and we will all be dead. You, me, Cersei. All of us. And Daenerys will rule the Seven Kingdoms. Even if one of us manages to survive, I have no doubt that Daenerys will kill us all for treason.”

           Euron was silent for a moment. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as he thought about what you were saying. “So what do you suggest?” You grinned. “It is better to topple an empire from the inside. Get someone in her ranks, make her trust them, and then crush her from there. Not an easy feat mind you, but better than going into war against three dragons, the Unsullied, and the Dothraki. As well as the armies of Highgarden, Dorne, and the original Iron Fleet.” Euron contemplated exactly what you were saying. You were talking treason and sabotage, but it made perfect sense. “And who should we send in?”

           "Me of course.“ Euron shook his head. "Absolutely not. You are my wife. The queen of the Iron Islands. I will not risk losing any chance of you providing heirs for the throne.” You laughed. “Am I? Funny. You don’t act as though I’m your wife. You act as though I’m your concubine, here only for your physical pleasure.”

            Euron wanted nothing more than to wring your neck. He’d never been called out like this before. Most people were too afraid of him. But your gaze never wavered. You never broke eye contact with him. In all honesty, Euron found it rather enticing. You were holding your own against him and not letting him bully you. He liked that. He liked it a lot. In that moment, he realized just how much he’d come to rely on your presence in his life. Even if you didn’t speak much to him, you were always there when he needed you to be.

           "As for heirs, we have plenty of time,“ you continued as if you hadn’t just lashed out at him verbally, "Provided neither of us die in the war, I will provide you with as many heirs as possible…once Daenerys and my mother are dead.” That took Euron by surprise. “You want your mother dead?” You let out a chuckle.

           "Do you really think my mother is the best person to sit on the Iron Throne? She’s completely mad now that her favorite children are all dead. She will raze the world to the ground without a second thought as to who will be hurt.“ It was Euron’s turn to laugh. He never would expected that to come out of your mouth. He loved how brazen you were being about it. Now he was certain that he’d made the right choice in marrying you.

           From that moment on, Euron became the most attentive and devoted husband in the world. He spent every free moment he had with you. True, most of that was spent working on your battle strategy, but you still managed to have decent conversations here and there. You learned what Euron’s life as a pirate had been like and what his plans for the Iron Islands were. And he learned that you could be just as ruthless as he was and what you planned to do when you snatched the Iron Throne right out from under your unsuspecting mother.

           Then came the day when you would leave for Dragonstone where you would offer your services, and half Euron’s fleet, to Daenerys. "I hope you’re a better actor than you are a strategist, husband,” you told him as you fastened your cloak around you. You were preparing to leave, avoiding Euron’s gaze the entire time. You weren’t ready to leave him. Not now after you’d grown so close.  

           The sass was something Euron had gotten used to now. He knew that you typically used it to cover up your true feelings. You were worried about him and he knew it. “Let me worry about that. You just take the fleet and go.” You nodded and moved to leave the room. “And Y/N?” You glanced back at him.

           He crossed the room in three large strides and gripped your face in his hands. Before you could say anything, his lips crashed into your in a demanding kiss. “Be careful.” Nothing else needed to be said. After another quick peck to his lips, you scurried out the door. Euron moved to the balcony and watched as you sailed away with his fleet. If anyone asked, he would tell them that you had run off while he was sleeping and stole the ships and crew. All the while, in his heart of hearts where no one could see, he’d be praying you’d come back to him safely. The indifference you’d once felt for each other was gone, and only love stood in its place. Even if neither one of you was ready to admit it.

(a/n: This went in a completely different direction that I’d intended, but I really hope you like it. I had to make it believable that Euron would fall for her. There will undoubtedly be a part 2.)

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TRUMP WINS.....FOR NOW.....THERE IS ALWAYS LAS VEGAS

Trump won for the second time yesterday. The man is unimpeachable! He has one problem, however. People such as he get their just due at some later time.

So it will be with Trump. He has too many criminal and civil matters hanging over his head. In due course, he will be litigating them. Probably more than one at a time. Justice delayed will not be justice denied in his instance. He always has Las Vegas!

Recall O.J. Simpson. Many thought he was guilty of killing his wife and her boy friend. Yet he was acquitted. Thirteen years later Simpson was tried on criminal charges in a separate matter in Las Vegas. He was found guilty and sentenced to 33 years. He was paroled after 9.

Trump will get his.

Trump has his guardian angel. The one that comes from below. He played his most devoted supporters for suckers and insulted the intelligence of the rest of the American people.

Trump support by Senators and Representatives was nothing less than an abdication of responsibility.  Such abdication invites more lawlessness from Trump or those who follow who are of his ilk.

This episode in U.S. history carries a clear message. We cannot sit on our asses and turn our backs on national terrorism. It has come out of the shadows. It must now be defeated.

Fire should be fought with fire. The country cannot sit idly back and do nothing or very little. All out war is required.

Or, what happened January 6 will occur again. At a time when the terrorists will be successful in overturning the government.

No negotiation with terrorists. The necessary must be done. Intelligence and force the weapons. Wipe them out! Otherwise the Cruzes, Grahams, Hawleys, and Rubios will become America’s leaders.

Poor Ashley Judd. The movie actress and activist. She is going through an experience that would be even too much for a movie.

Judd almost lost her leg in the Congo. At the moment, she is in an ICU unit in South Africa.

Judd’s leg was “shattered” when she tripped on a fallen tree on a pathway in the jungle. She was walking fast and did not see it.

It took 55 hours to get her from the jungle to an operating table in South Africa.

She initially was stuck on the ground where she had fallen for 5 hours. Her leg was “badly misshapened.” Those with her had Judd biting on a stick. In between “howling like an animal.”

She was eventually taken to a trauma unit on a motorcycle while holding the top part of her broken tibia together.

Judd says during these times: “I was at the edge of my edge.”

Florida is a Covid nightmare. Governor DeSantis’ fault. He is inept and at the moment out of control. He is opening some places where the vaccine can be given. Supermarkets and drug stores. However, few if any have the vaccine.

The Governor speaks with pride when he tells of the many sites where one can be inoculated. He forgets to share there is little or no vaccine available.

All at a time when Florida’s coronavirus numbers are skyrocketing.

Syracuse beat Boston College yesterday 75-67. Syracuse’s record now 12-6.

March Madness is around the corner. I doubt Syracuse will play in the big tournament. Unfortunate since Syracuse had the manpower this year. Exceptional players. They rarely were able to come together for a whole game.

Day 2 in Mykonos is my report for today. I changed my mind from yesterday. I began liking Mykonos on Day 2.

DAY 19…..Greece the First Time

Posted on June 15, 2012 by Key West Lou

What a difference a day makes!

My first night on Mikonos I went to the action area. The Chora. Old Mykonos by the waterfront.

My first night was two nights ago.

I reported yesterday that I did not like Mykonos. Too many people. Too much hustle and bustle.

I went back to Chora. Deserted compared to the evening before. Small crowds. Easy to get around. Restaurants basically empty. No one rushing you.

Why the change? I asked around. A simple reason. The night before there were three large cruise ships dumping their passengers off. Last night, no cruise ships.

I sat at an outside cafe the first night by the water. A large place. Expensive. Just watching the people and drinking. Not eating. All the tables were full with cruise ship people eating. Spending big dollars. Last night I was the only person sitting at the same outside cafe. Still only drinking. The owner and staff fell all over me. Glad you returned, anything you want, etc.

Business is tough. It is the euro situation. A major election Sunday that will determine the economic future of Greece for the next 20 years. It could also determine the subsequent rise and fall of the euro.

The local merchants were available to talk with me last night. One retailer told me his business was down 70 per cent in the last five years. The restaurant owner where I was taking up space said his business was down 40 per cent.

They all speak with fear in their eyes. They all hate Germany and Merkel. For two reasons. Germany is the only nation eating big time under the euro. Greece hurting the worst. The other reason is World War II and the Nazi domination of Greece.

After last evening, I started liking Mykonos. So much so that I may be staying a few extra days. Fourni comes into the decision making process, also.

Again, the difference a day makes. Fourni excites me. I wanted so to visit Fourni and spend some time there. Like a couple of weeks. That is how good I thought it would be.

I have no firm schedule. I was told that Fourni was a short 2 hour speed boat ride from Mykonos.

I went to buy my speed boat ticket yesterday. No boat to Fourni. They discontinued the run a couple of months ago.

Alternative ways. I could fly to Athens. From there fly to Somos. Stay overnight in Somos. Take the morning boat from Somos to Fourni.

I want to see Fourni badly, but not that bad. Too much time and too expensive.

There are no flights to Fourni from Mykonos.

I took a walk down to the waterfront. Chatted with several fisherman. Small boat owners. Would they take me to Fourni with their boat. About a 4-5 hour trip in a small boat. All said no. Too dangerous and too long. We never even got to money.

So it is Mykonos for a few days.

The electric power goes off occasionally in Key West. Yesterday the water went off in Mykonos. A frequent occurrence I was told. No water for six hours! Key West power is never off that long.

Apparently a pipe broke somewhere. I, and I assume most other vacationers on the island, were all greased up from sunbathing and no way to remove it. When the water did come back on after six hours, it was rusty for another half hour.

I was not upset. Only sticky. Happenings such as water breaks come with island living.

I finally found Terri White’s old stomping grounds last night. The piano bar she worked in several years ago. I tripped upon it. A small two foot long sign over a door on one of the alleys said Piano Bar. In I went. The place opened up into a large bar and dining room. Overlooking the water.

I met Nikki, Terri’s friend who owns the bar. I met his partner. If his family was there, I would have met each and every one of them. That is how it is in Mykonos and the rest of Greece.

It was 7. I wanted to hear Bobby Peaco play. Not till 10. Said I would return. Doubting that I would as that generally is my bed time.

Nikki was obviously pleased with Terri’s successes over the past few years. He spoke of her and it constantly.

Mykonos has to be dengue fever paradise. The mosquitoes got in my room last night. I finished the evening with at least a dozen bites.

Super Paradise Beach was my destination yesterday. I never made it. I lay by the hotel pool. It was quiet and soothing. The breeze perfect. The water the right temperature. Why leave.

Perhaps today.

I enjoy doing this blog daily and the other things I do. Yesterday, I published a new article on Amazon Kindle. Title: Unpaid Taxes. A portion of the article deals with the Greek unpaid tax problem. No one likes to pay taxes period. No one pays taxes if they can help it in Greece. This is one of the problems affecting the euro in Greece.

When there is an election, no one is pursued or prosecuted for unpaid taxes. The vote is more important than the tax dollar! When finally apprehended and charged, the individual still is not too concerned. Tax Court cases take 7-10 years to finalize.

I will try again for Super Paradise Beach today. Tonight, I have no idea.

Enjoy your day!

TRUMP WINS…..FOR NOW…..THERE IS ALWAYS LAS VEGAS was originally published on Key West Lou