#SERA [SOMETHING MORE THAN ALL YOU'LL EVER BE]

[luck-and-larceny]

Off the Hook

7 years ago…

"You can't be serious. I'm not going to do that."

The twenty year old Miqo'te hiding in the cramped closet of her mark's bedroom put her fingers to her linkpearl and gave the voice on the other end an incredulous frown they could not see.

"The deal was I steal for you, not that I maim anyone. First of all, that's fucked up. Second of all, not my skillset. Send someone else, Red Moon."

Meanwhile, her as of yet untortured mark continued playing the violin. That was, of course, what she was known for. Malika's understanding had been that she'd steal the priceless, one of a kind instrument as a form of professional sabotage for Red Moon's shitty client. At no point had there been discussion about breaking her fingers.

"The client has updated their expectations," the deep, no nonsense voice of Malika's crime lord boss stated. "As well as the pay."

"I don't care about the pay–" Malika began to protest.

"I do." There was a warning in his voice that the young Keeper knew not to challenge. She was silent for a moment and for that moment the only thing that could be heard was the beautiful, haunting sound of the violin. 

Malika knew not to challenge the man. She'd suffered the consequences for that in the past and was not keen to be on the receiving end of his anger ever again. A wise person might have kept quiet and let it go.

Wisdom was not her strong suit.

"I don't do this kind of work," she whispered, her distress evident in the way she clearly and urgently enunciated each word. "I will be caught. You're wasting a perfectly good thief!"

"My perfectly good thief," he answered quietly and with a gentleness she knew to be artificial, "the waste will be if you continue to defy me. Do as you're told."

She bristled.

4 years prior she'd run away from The Nameless Caravan and swore she'd never be beholden to anyone ever again.

Now, here she was trapped in service to a greedy, violent, dangerous crime lord who got off on telling her to do what she was told. It was as though she'd never even left the Caravan in the first place– apart from the fact that Red Moon was generous enough to pay her for the abuse.

This is temporary, she told herself as she took a deep breath in preparation. The plan is already in place. You're getting out of this. You're going to be fine. And you'll never ever ever do a job you don't want to do ever again. Just… just do this thing…

Red Moon would stay on the line. He'd want to hear it happen rather than wait for her to call back. That was just the sort of sick fuck he was. So there'd be no chance to talk to this woman. No explaining anything. Just sudden violence and the cracking of bones.

Not my thing. Malika could feel the panic attack starting to form in her chest as she grappled with the weight of going against her 16 year old self's promise not to do anything she didn't want to ever again. There was no time for that.

"Fine," she said on the line.

Nymeia, I'm sorry. If you have one more miracle left for me, I could really use it…

Three…

Malika pressed her shoulder against the closet door.

Two…

She turned the handle and readied herself to slam the door open and rush her victim.

O–

The music stopped. Malika stopped, too.

"What's happening?" Red Moon demanded.

Malika didn't answer. She didn't know. And with the music stopped it was too risky to speak.

"Sera, I can't do this. I don't want to do this. Something feels off. Something feels wrong. No. No, not with the piece. With this– this whole thing. Everything. Give the solo to Tali. It'd mean the world to her. And I just don't want to do this anymore. I'm quitting. I'm done."

"What the–?" It was extremely unusual for Red Moon to express surprise. "Lia, did you do this? Explain yourself."

"I didn't do shit," she hissed back.

The linkpearl conversation became too faint to hear. She'd moved to another room. Malika cracked open the closet door to see the violin resting on the bed. Seconds later the front door opened and closed. A quick glance out the window showed the owner of the violin leaving the house.

"Shit. She just left, boss. Without her violin."

Silence. The kind of silence that indicated that Red Moon was not pleased, but that he couldn't think of a reason to take it out on her.

"Grab it," he finally said with a sigh. "Bring me the violin. You're off the hook for the rest."

He could probably feel the radiance of Malika's relieved grin from over the linkpearl.

"This time," he warned. "Don't expect to be so lucky in the future."

Unfortunately for him, she did expect to be that lucky in the future. If there had been any doubt that the goddess of luck was on her side prior to this moment, there wasn't any longer. 

Three weeks later a series of extremely fortunate events would free her from her contract with Red Moon without repercussion. Moving forward, she'd keep her promise to herself and never again work for anyone she didn't choose to work for and she'd never take jobs she didn't choose to take.

#FFXIV #ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #Writings #SHRUUUUG

[nuclearforest]

surprise gift for @cry-ptidd because i wanted to write a werewolf with a predatory side and a BAMF middle aged woman. partly inspired by a convo we had. i can probably be convinced to continue it.

closest you'll get to a TW is threats of gore and predatory behaviors. Laura is a werewolf.

Laura is not permitted to go hunting as often as she’d like; no outings into the night in general, much less the violent sort that ended with men’s limbs gripped between her snarling jaws as they cried in agony. That was almost never. But tonight must be special—her very own Sir Integra had deigned it a night she was allowed to go out. Not for a violent hunt, no, but for something to sate a different kind of hunger.

She stands in the head office at her master’s side where the traitor once stood, rigid in posture with her hands clasped at her front. The marble floor is painfully clean and shining, even under the low light of the too-high crystal chandeliers. Even after all these years, Integra’s wide mahogany desk and tall upright chair remain the only furniture in the room. An expendable agent stands before the two women, rattling something off from a newfangled tablet. It was the kind of technology that had an unpleasant whine in her ears more often than not.

But after listening to the nightly debrief from operational intelligence, Integra waves her hand. “It sounds like a sleepy night,” she muses, “truly a rarity.”

Laura finds herself tensing in anticipation, hair on her arms and the back of her neck standing on end. That wasn’t how Integra usually led into training exercises or the housework given on other dull evenings. The middle-aged heiress to the Hellsing name cracks open the center drawer of her desk to unearth a golden cigar case. Through the tall windows behind them, the dark sky and full moon called, speckled with the faintest of stars and framed by red curtains. The werewolf’s eyes widen a sliver and her nose twitches.

“Better than the alternative,” the man quips back with a smile, straightening the pages and laying them on Integra’s desk for her to review. The arteries in his neck pulse ever so faintly with his heartbeat. His hair is salt and pepper grey, with movements slow and sluggish in the werewolf’s eyes. If not for the red armband on his suit and the woman at her side, Laura would’ve thought him a fitful, lean snack.

“I suppose so,” she hums, “but I can’t leave my girls bored forever.” For a second, something flutters in Laura’s chest at the possessive tone. But she just as soon crushes it, forcing it away as Integra flicks open her case and plucks a cigar. “Laura.” Integra snips the end of the cigar for a crisp start. “Be a dear, will you?”

The werewolf reaches into the pocket of her apron and pulls out a golden lighter, offering a flame with a quick flick.

“Good girl.” The praise sends an imperceptible shudder down Laura’s back. “That will be all.” She replaces the lighter in her pocket and the lowly peon bows, turning his back to shuffle away like he wasn’t one wrong step from being picked up and shaken like a ragdoll.

They are far too comfortable around her.

The door clicks shut behind him, echoing in the high ceiling, and the ever-lovely Integra swivels her chair to look at the werewolf over the rim of her glasses. Laura just stares back at her piercing blue eye, waiting for an order.

“Do you think I should approve Seras’ request?” Integra asks before inhaling slowly from the cigar. The strong smell is almost enough to make Laura’s stomach churn with memories of dingy pubs and disgusting pigs but on her master? It is another matter entirely.

“What did she request?” the werewolf replies, nose almost wrinkling as Integra blows out another puff of smoke.

“A night on the town with you.” The Hellsing cracks a wry smile. Something in her eye glimmers. In the back of her mind, Laura wonders how long ago this request had been placed. They didn’t exactly go out frequently, and the vampiress frequently complained in her ear the next evening about how she’d snuck away.

“And why ask for my approval?” Laura’s hand twitches with the urge to brush a strand of hair, slipping from her ponytail, away from her eyes. Almost like she was a schoolgirl again. Distant memories of flowers crushed in her tense grip for some faceless young thing; a first crush. She swallows.

“Figured I’d see if you’d like to go,” Integra muses with the cigar between her lips, “If you were up for behaving tonight.” Heat almost rises to Laura’s cheeks at the thought of the last time, almost getting caught by all-too-perceptive humans. Funny that the woman hadn’t put together the teeth and the eyes until they were almost to her home. Funnier yet that Laura had been on her best behavior at the time and simply disappeared.

“I am bound to your command,” Laura replies gruffly, finally breaking eye contact to look away.

“Fine then.” Integra blows an almost playful puff of smoke at her. “I command you to accompany Seras for the night with nothing but your very best behavior.”

A smirk crawls up on Laura’s face at the thought of innocent women at the bar, straying like a young rabbit from its den. Tonight is a night for hunting bunny rabbits. With wide eyes and rosy cheeks. Soft skin and a dainty perfume. The big, bad wolf would eat them right up. “Oui, sir.”

#hellsing ultimate #hellsing oc #Laura the werewolf #werewolf oc #short story #mun writes

[takemetothemoon-fics]

Starts with S, nine letters.

Title: Starts with S, nine letters

Pairing: Killian Jones x OC

Word count: 900

Warnings: none

Tags: Fluff, a loooot of flirting, mild smut but mainly kissing

Synopsis: This story is about Seraphina Vale, my OC, who meets Captain Hook when she's in a bar. Things get flirty real quick...

A/N: Hello!!! So happy you're taking the time to read this. This is my first fic ever!!! For this story I decided to create an OC, but you can just replace the name with Y/N if you'd like. Just for the sake of this story I decided to give her a name, since Killian has to guess her name at some point. Hope u like the story. Don't be afraid to follow me here :)

MASTERLIST

She had no clue what was about to come upon her. Who she was about to meet. It was late in the evening. Seraphina was sitting in a bar, alone.

'Hello darling.'

Sera looks up. There's a man standing next to her table. Without asking, he sits down at the head of the table.

'And you are?' Sera asks.

He raises an eyebrow and is amused by your inquiry, a warm smile growing on his handsome face.

'Why, I'm Captain Killian Jones darling, also known as Hook.'

'And you are?' he leans in and looks into your eyes.

'Hook. Interesting name. My name... Is not important. For now.'

'Hmm…' he raises an eyebrow once more, taking note of this strange woman who has chosen not to introduce herself.

'Not important… ' he says in a contemplative tone, 'I have stumbled upon a mystery. I'm quite good at solving mysteries, you know.' he says with a smirk.

'I'd like to see you try' Seraphina says. Hell, why not, she thought to herself. She felt like having some fun.

He smirks and leans on the bar, his tone flirtatious as it always is.

'Oh, is that a challenge I hear darling?'

He tilts his head and looks at her with a sly grin.

'Hmm…' he muses, 'a woman who wants to test me… ' he purrs and his eyes look like they are assessing her up and down.

'What are the stakes?'

'You name them.' She says, in a teasing tone, daring him to bite.

His eyebrows raise a little higher this time, his smile growing bigger and even more smug.

'Hmm… how about a kiss?'

'You know what? I'm bored. Yes. You'll get a kiss as soon as you guess my name' She says.

He nods his head, his smile growing wide as he leans in and looks deep into her eyes.

'It's a deal, darlin'. You have yourself a challenge.'

It's clear he's confident in his ability to complete this task, although he's also intrigued by the mysterious woman in front of him.

'Let the games begin…'

He grins from ear to ear as his eyes sparkle with confidence and his eyebrows raise.

'And may the best pirate… win.' he says with a self-assured smirk that shows he's more than ready to play the game.

Killian takes a sip of his drink and starts to observe her closely, carefully considering all of her features and mannerisms as he begins to think of who this mysterious woman could be.

'Hmmm…'

He leans forward slowly with a smirk on his face, his eyes fixed on hers as he looks into her eyes, looking like he's carefully considering what name might suit her. He's clearly starting to get into the game now, and his eyes have the playful, teasing look about them that's so characteristic of him.

'How about…' he says playfully, 'Annabel?'

'Wrong.'

He pulls back a little, running a hand through his hair as he thinks for another few moments. After a little time, he leans forward slowly once more, and looks into her eyes with a coy smile once more.

'Well then how about… Charlotte?' he asks teasingly with a wink as he once again tries to narrow down her name, his eyes gazing into hers as if he's trying to uncover her secret to get to it.

'Such basic names..' She teases, 'wrong again.'

Killian raises an eyebrow, his playful face turning slightly more serious as he considers the matter at hand.

'Basic names?' he asks in a joking tone while he moves his face a little closer to hers as he raises the other eyebrow.

'Give me something less basic.' She says with a teasing tone while his eyes look her up and down with a playful but calculating gaze.

'Something… that'll suit you. ' he purrs as he leans even closer, clearly enjoying the game and wanting to continue teasing her.

'I'll give you a hint. the name starts with S, and has 9 letters'

Killian leans back in his seat in mock frustration, but a warm smile also crosses his face.

'Nine letters… S…' he hums to himself, clearly running through the names and combinations of words in his head while he looks at her thoughtfully and a playful, yet calculating look crosses his face.

'How about… Seraphina?' he says with a smile as he watches her, waiting to see if he got the name right this time. The way he says her name gives her goosebumps.

'Well played. You got it.' Seraphina says, impressed with how quickly he got her name.

'Well, my dear Seraphina, consider the game won.' he says with a flirtatious grin and wiggles his elbows.

'Now… about that kiss…' he says with a teasing wink, moving forward and gently placing a hand on her cheek.

'Call me Sera, and yes. You've earned it.' She says, seductively.

'Sera it is darling…' he says with a playful smile as he leans closer, placing the other hand behind her neck while he tilts his head a little to the left as he once again moves closer for what promises to be an intense kiss. His breath hits her lips as they get closer and the passion in his eyes is easy to see.

'Sera…' he whispers as the two of them share a slow and sweet, yet passionate kiss that takes their breath away.

#fluff #killian jones #killian jones x oc #killian jones fanfic #fanfic #once upon a time #ouat #captain hook #ff #drama #romance #imagine #ouat x oc #once #killian #jones #killian jones fanfiction

[ironychan]

A Little Human (as a Treat)

Part 1/? - Un Voluntario

Part 2/? - Un Escursione

Part 3/? - Una Complicazione

Part 4/? - Una Famiglia

Part 5/? - Una Aiutante

Part 6/? - Una Ricerca

Part 7/? - Un Confronto

Part 8/? - Un'Emergenza

Part 9/? - Una Speranza

Part 10/? - Una Sera

Flavia and Perla help plan a prison break. Silvio tells terrible jokes. Ercole eats a bug. @dysphoria-sweatshirt @writer652

Giglioli returned a few minutes later, red-faced in anger and escorted part of the way by a police officer. About twenty metres from the shop door, Signor Giglioli shrugged the man's hand forcibly off his shoulder and stomped the rest of the way alone.

“A bunch of fools!” he declared as he went back inside. “I don't know how grown adults get caught up in this nonsense, but we have to do something before somebody gets hurt. Have you two heard of mass hysteria?”

Perla and Flavia shook their heads.

“It's when a bunch of people all get in on the same delusion,” Giglioli explained, “and it can lead to terrible consequences. During the middle ages they burned a bunch of people for being witches when there really weren't any such things. I'm not going to watch the same thing happen to supposed 'sea monsters' in my town. Let's get your friends out.”

“Really?” Flavia asked.

“You'll pay their bail?” Perla chimed in.

“They're not going to accept bail,” said Giglioli. “We're going to have to break them out.”

“How?” Flavia wanted to know. “There's so many people.” When she glanced throught he window, the crowd outside the police station seemed bigger than ever. Signorina Mulino's friend Felicia was hanging around in the back of it, asking people questions and getting shaking heads in reply.

Giglioli turned the sign in the window to say chiuso and locked the door, then smiled and ruffled Flavia's hair. “Don't worry, kiddo,” he said. “I know about more things than candy. Before that was the police station, it was Canepa's Drogheria. The wall at the back, where the cell is, is one of the oldest walls in town. It's a good half-metre thick.”

That didn't sound encouraging, but the confectioner didn't seem worried. He led the girls into the back room, the kitchen where the candies were made. A teenage employee was in there cleaning up, but she was focused on scrubbing burnt matter off a cookie sheet, and barely acknowledged Giglioli as he began rummaging in a cupboard under the stairs.

“That whole row of buildings backs onto the old wall,” he continued, moving brooms and buckets out of the way. “The Canepa family used to own the whole thing, but when the place went out of business after the war, they divided into separate units to sell. The police took the one on the left there to make into their station. So while the west wall could keep out an army, the north one is just a single layer of bricks.” He found what he was looking for, and turned to face the girls again, a smile on his face – and a sledgehammer in his hands.

“Are we gonna break through the wall?” gasped Perla, both terrified and delighted.

“We certainly are,” Giglioli told her.

“Won't people hear?” Flavia asked. Surely that would be loud.

“Not as much as you'd think,” the man said. “Stone walls muffle a lot of sound, but we do need a distraction, something else for all those rubberneckers to pay attention to. I believe your grandmother is looking for you, Signorina Pepitone,” he said to Perla, mock-stern.

“You think people need to come hunting for us instead of looking for the sea monsters?” Perla guessed.

He nodded.

“So we need to hide somewhere, and have everybody come find us,” said Flavia.

“Yes, exactly. Where do you two think you can go where people will believe you're in trouble and they'll all go to look for you?”

Perla thought about it. “If we were up somewhere high, Flavia would have trouble getting down.”

“I'm not going up anywhere high!” Flavia protested. She did some thinking of her own, and got an idea. “What about out on the water? If we went out in a boat on our own to find more sea monsters, people would be worried about us, right?” Children never went on boats alone – Flavia was pretty sure of that.

“That's a good idea as long as you two know how to be safe about it,” said Signor Giglioli. “Do you?”

“Yes!” said Perla eagerly. “You have to wear a life jacket so if you fall in you won't sink!”

“And you can both swim?”

“I can!” said Perla, “and Flavia definitely can!”

Flavia herself wasn't so sure about that. She had no idea how humans swam without tails, and wondered if Ciccio had much trouble figuring it out. She did know what a life jacket was, though. She'd once found one floating on the surface of the Gulf, far from land, and Papa Giorgio had told her it was something humans wore to keep their heads above the water. After nearly choking when she'd first transformed, that was definitely a good idea.

“Then let's find you a boat,” said Giglioli. “We'll also need one more person, who can tell everyone where you are. Remember, I'm going to be the one knocking the wall down.”

Perla and Flavia exchanged a glance. Who could they use? Flavia didn't have any ideas – she didn't know anybody in this town except for Perla and her family.

But Perla smiled. “I know exactly who!” she declared.

-

By this time, Signora Pepitone and her son had finished telling their story to the police. Leonardo Scorfano suspected they'd embroidered it somewhat – if nothing else, sea monsters didn't have horns and none of the kids were anywhere near ten feet tall in either form – but there was very little he could do besides stand there and wince every time Dionisia brought the subject up. When somebody actually asked him a question, he had to reply that he hadn't arrived until all this was already underway, and hadn't seen any of it.

Worse, the police were failing to keep the curious public out of things. Several people had come right into the front office using one excuse or another, and it was hard to miss that they kept sidling closer to the door that led to the cell room. Leonardo took it upon himself to make sure they got no further, leaning against said door and glaring at people who came too close.

One boy of about fifteen or sixteen was particularly insistent, coming closer and closer and watching Leonardo like a hawk. Leonardo glared directly at him and folded his arms, letting the boy know he wasn't going to budge.

“Come on,” the boy whined finally. “I just want to see the sea monsters.”

“My daughter is missing and you're worried about sea monsters?” Leonardo said.

The boy at least had the grace to look ashamed of himself.

Signora Pepitone was still sitting at the desk across from the tall police officer, and she frowned at Leonardo. “They've got to be connected,” she insisted. “That's the only other odd thing that's happened today. Don't you see it?”

“Madame, please, try to calm down,” the police officer sighed. “To find them, we'll need full descriptions of both girls...”

The boy trying to get around Leonardo looked over his shoulder. “The sea monsters took your daughter?” he asked.

“No,” said Leonardo. “Not necessarily, anyway. Nobody saw what happened so we...”

“We do know, that's what I keep saying!” Signora Pepitone interrupted. “I'm getting the idea you think I'm mad, Signor Scorfano, but I'm telling you, I know what I saw at the zoo, and...”

“It can't have been the sea monsters, though,” said the boy.

“Nobody's asking you,” the police officer informed him. “In fact, I think you should leave.”

“But I saw them!” said the boy.

“The sea monsters?” Leonardo asked.

“No, the girls,” the boy said. “At least, I saw Signora Pepitone's granddaughter, and there was another girl with her...”

Leonardo stood up straight. “Where were they?” he asked, his heart suddenly thumping.

“They were in the Signorina Mulino's French pastry shop,” the boy said. “They were in there sitting with a woman in blue. Perla Pepitone in a polka-dot dress, and a friend with short dark hair, right?”

Leonardo looked at Dionisia, and saw the shock on her face – this was the first she'd heard of this, either. She jumped up to talk to the boy face to face. “What were they doing? Was there anyone else?” she asked.

“They were eating cookies and talking to this lady... I think some friend of Signorina Mulino's,” the boy said. “She was wearing a blue dress. But it can't have been the sea monsters who took them away,” he added, “because I went in there to tell my brother, he works there, that they'd been caught. The sea monsters were already locked up, and the girls weren't with them.”

Signora Pepitone just stared at him, until Leonardo came to put a hand on the boy's shoulder. “You're sure,” he said.

“Totally sure,” the boy insisted. “I know Perla, because I've seen her bothering Pietro for free treats. She said if the sea monsters were caught, then it's safe and they could go, and they ran off.”

Leonardo let out a quiet relieved sigh. That didn't tell them where the girls had gone, but at least it was proof that Alberto and his friends weren't involved – proof nobody could deny. “What did I tell you?” he asked Dionisia.

She sat down again, eyes wide with apparent shock. “Where could they have gone, then?”

“I don't know,” the boy said. “Maybe they told Signorina Mulino.”

“We'd better go find her, then,” said Leonardo. At last, here was something to go on. “Maybe she can tell us...”

That was when the door opened, and a new person entered the room, panting and indignant after having elbowed her way through the crowd outside. This was a tall, thin woman in blue, with her hair under a kerchief. “Excuse me!” she said. “I need to get to... who is Signora Pepitone?”

“I am!” Signora Pepitone turned around.

“That's her!” the boy who'd seen the girls exclaimed, pointing to the newcomer. “That's the lady who was with the girls at the Patisserie!”

The newcomer nodded. “Céline asked me to watch them,” she said. “I've been following them half the evening but they keep getting away, but I've found them at last. They said they wanted to find these sea monsters everybody's talking about, and they've gone out on a boat.”

“What?” asked Signora Pepitone.

“What?” Leonardo said at the same time. A dozen horrible images danced in front of his eyes. Flavia had probably never seen a human swim. She wouldn't know how to keep her head out of the water. Did she even know she couldn't breath it anymore? No... no, she must know that, she'd come up gasping and sputtering when she first transformed. But she knew nothing about boats. What if she fell overboard?

What was she even trying to do? Was she hoping there were local sea monsters who could help them somehow? How was she planning to contact them when she knew she couldn't get in the water?

Maybe Massimo would notice them, but it was also entirely possible he wouldn't. What was Massimo doing right now? Had he figured out the kids weren't down there or was he still looking?

Signora Pepitone was equally distressed, but for a very different reason. “They went out on the water?” she asked, pale. “When they know there's sea monsters? Or... good heavens, were they lured.” She turned to another man, a tall fellow with red hair. “There's a painting in that museum of yours, the sirens luring the sailors!”

“That there is, Ma'am,” the man replied with a nod. He swallowed.

The woman in the blue dress, gestured for everybody to follow her. “They haven't got far yet. I'd've gone to get them myself but I can't swim. Come and see! Oh, I hope the sea monsters haven't found them yet!”

She led the way outside, with the intrigued crowd surging after her. Leonardo should have gone with them, but he kind of wanted to stay by the door, in case somebody else tried to go in and harass the kids. With everybody else gone, maybe Leonardo could have a proper conversation with them and piece this all together. Maybe he could even find the key and let them out, although he'd want to be really sure nobody was watching...

“Hurry, Signor Scorfano!” Signora Pepitone called from the street outside.

“I'm coming, Dionisia!” he replied. But once the room was empty, he went and tried the door that led to the room with the cell.

Of course it was locked – that was hardly even surprising. He had to find the key. Leonardo looked around, and his eyes went to the desk where the younger of the two on-duty police officers had been sitting until he, too, had gotten up to follow the woman in blue. When he opened the top drawer, Leonardo found it full of papers and pens. He started rummaging around, looking for keys.

As he did so, he heard the first thump.

Leonardo looked up. He was a lone in the room, and nothing seemed to have moved. Maybe something had fallen in an upper storey, or off a roof. He shook his head, and closed the first drawer before opening a second.

There was another thump. Then a third. This time, when Leonardo raised his head, it was in time to see a photo of the town's police force (all four of them) fall from the wall. Another thump made dust drift down from the ceiling. There was a sound like ceramic breaking.

With a chill, he realized that whatever was going on, it was happening in the cell room. Leonardo shut the drawer and rattled the handle again, then threw himself shoulder-first against the door. If he had to break it down to get to those kids, he would.

-

In the cell, the kids and Signor Macarello also heard a series of thumps, but unlike Uncle Leonardo, they could tell exactly where it was coming from – the wall on their left, where the police station butted up against the old greengrocers. Somebody was hitting it repeatedly with something heavy, making the whole wall shake and buckle. They got up and crowded against the other wall, worried the building would fall down on them.

After a few more thumps, a brick fell out and broke on the floor. Then a second. Then the head of a giant hammer came through, and the person on the other side used it as a hook to pull more bricks back towards himself. Soon there was a hole big enough to wriggle through, and a face appeared in it.

Luca couldn't believe his eyes. “Signor Giglioli!” he exclaimed, then immediately regretted it as somebody began shaking the door to the rest of the station. A moment later he realized that was silly – it was much more likely the sound of bricks falling had alerted them, rather than Luca's cry. It didn't matter, though. Whoever was outside shook the door harder, and then began trying to break it down.

“Hurry!” Giglioli held out a hand.

Giulia was the first to take it and wriggle through the opening. Luca came after her, and then helped pull out another couple of bricks so Alberto would fit. They dragged him through, but then the door burst open, and there was nothing they could do for Antonio. Giglioli herded the kids through an open grate in the floor, and pulled it shut after him.

“Can't stay here!” he said, reaching between the bars to replace a padlock that had been holding the grate shut. “Follow me!”

“What about Signor Macarello?” Alberto protested. He'd been nothing but helpful, even when he was obviously terrified. They couldn't just leave him.

“We'll have to come back for him,” Giglioli said. He turned on an electric torch, and ushered them through a door into another part of the old Drogheria basement, stacked with old fruit and egg crates. This door, too, he contrived to lock behind himself. “Maybe in the morning, when they've all calmed down and realized you're not sea monsters.”

The kids had begun to follow him further through the dark maze of basements, but now they stopped short. Signor Giglioli kept going and reached the next door, then realized they weren't there anymore and looked back, puzzled.

There was a moment of awkward silence. Voices could be heard shouting overhead, muffled by the stone and earth in between.

“What's the matter?” asked Giglioli.

Luca swallowed. “Um, Sir?” he said.

“We... kind of are sea monsters,” Giulia said.

Giglioli blinked. “I beg your pardon?” he asked, in a voice half-confused, half-insulted. “Kids, I just broke you out of jail. This is hardly the time to...”

Luca's stomach sank right down to his toes as he remembered what he'd said to Flavia earlier in the day... he'd thought Signor Giglioli wouldn't mind if he found out they were sea monsters. Had he been mistaken? Should they just take it back and lie? If they did that, though, Signor Giglioli wouldn't realize just how much trouble they were in here. He looked at Alberto.

Alberto sighed and, feeling rather like one of the animals in the zoo, transformed.

For a moment Signor Giglioli didn't realize it had happened, but when he realized both Luca and Giulia were looking at their friend, he turned to see why, and the electric torch fell from his hand. It rolled a metre or so across the uneven stone floor, and came to rest at Alberto's flippered feet. Alberto picked it up and offered it back to him, and Giglioli took it without a word. For what seemed like a very long time, nobody spoke.

“Are you going to put us back in jail now, Sir?” Luca asked timidly.

That seemed to bring Giglioli back to his senses. “Of course not!” he said. “If I try I'll end up in there with you. Anyway, you haven't done anything to deserve being locked up.” He paused. “Have you?”

“No, Sir!” said Luca. The others shook their heads in agreement as Alberto let go of his transformation and resumed human form. “We just wanted to show Flavia around. She's never been on land before.”

“Really? Huh.” Giglioli thought about that. “Well, I'm honoured you brought her to my place, then. All right, let's get you back to the shop. You can hide out there until everybody goes to bed.”

“What about Flavia?” Alberto asked, as they fell into step behind him again. “Uncle Leonardo will kill me if we don't bring her back.”

“She and Perla are currently providing a distraction so fewer people would hear me breaking that wall down,” said Giglioli. “They've probably been 'rescued' by now. Dionisia Pepitone is a little odd, but when she's not wailing about sea monsters she...”

He stopped mid-sentence. Luca nearly walked right into his back.

“I guess Flavia is a sea monster, too,” said Giglioli.

“That's complicated,” said Giulia.

“Complicated?” Giglioli raised an eyebrow as he looked back over his shoulder at her. “How complicated can it possibly be?”

“You'd be amazed,” said Alberto.

“All right,” sighed Giglioli. “We'll figure something out.”

-

While all these dramatic events went on in San Giuseppe, off the coast of Portorosso Ciccio and Ercole were sweeping out construction debris that had found its way into the Donzella house earlier in the day. The physics of doing this underwater were somewhat complicated and did very much require both of them to make sure no bits got away. Worse, Signora Donzella hovered over them and watched, and Ciccio expected at any moment to be asked how he could have gotten to his age without learning how to sweep a floor.

But she didn't seem to have noticed at all. She offered a shell full of what first appeared to be gumballs, until Ciccio realized they were actually colourful, sowbug-like creatures.

“Would you like some isopods?” she asked.

“Grazie, Signora,” said Ciccio, and popped one into his mouth to see what it was like. It turned out to be much like a gumball after all, with a crunchy shell and a soft inside that was both salty and sweet.

Ercole must have figured if Ciccio ate one then it must be all right. He took a handful for himself and started to much on them, only to make a sudden muffled noise of pain and spit one back out again. Now uncurled, the little creature turned itself right side up and swam away, wiggling its many legs.

“Oh, dear,” said Signora Donzella. “You do have to bite them before they bite you.”

Ercole stared at her in utter horror for a few moments, before remembering that he had another isopod still in his mouth. He looked at Ciccio, who calmly looked him right in the eye while taking another isopod out of the dish, placing it between his teeth, and biting down. Ercole took the message, and swallowed what remained of his, whole.

Signora Donzella smiled as she surveyed their work. “That's so much better,” she said. “You know, you boys really didn't need to go to the trouble, especially after you worked so hard earlier today.”

“Yeah, we really didn't,” Ercole said pointedly to Ciccio.

“It's no trouble, Signora,” Ciccio said cheerfully. “We wouldn't want to be rude.”

“You know,” said Ercole, “when humans have guests they don't expect them to do anything. All the chores are the host's job.”

“Really? I didn't know that,” said Giorgia pleasantly, then looked a bit worried. “Arturo's aunts do have him and Silvio do some garden work in exchange for watching the football games. Is that all right?”

“Its' fine,” Ciccio assured her. “I'm pretty sure Concetta and Pinuccia work by sea monster rules.”

Silvio himself darted through the door then, and the first thing he saw was the shell full of snacks. “Ooh, isopods!” he said, and went to help himself.

“Where've you been off to?” his mother asked him.

Silvio put several of the tiny arthropods in his mouth at once and crunched on them, leading Ercole to make several horrified faces. “I went to give Signora Trota her shovel back,” he said.

“Oh, yes, I'd forgotten that,” said Giorgia. “Good job for remembering.” She moved the dish away as her son reached for more isopods. “These are for our guests.”

“It's fine, Signora,” Ciccio told her. “Like I said, we're not that hungry.”

“Then I'll put these away, or they'll all be gone by tomorrow.” Signora Donzella shooed at Silvio, and swam off into the kitchen.

Ciccio and Ercole both took advantage of her absence immediately: Ercole by theatrically coughing and gasping and spitting out isopod legs that had gotten caught between his teeth, and Ciccio by pulling Silvio closer to talk to him.

“Did you tell Giordana where we are?” Ciccio asked. He was pretty sure that returning the borrowed shovel had just been an excuse, and Silvio's actual purpose had been to let the Trota children know what was going on.

He was right. “I told Arturo to tell her,” Silvio confirmed. “He said she's worried about you.”

That made Ciccio feel a little better. “Are they gonna be allowed on land anymore?” If they weren't... Ciccio didn't know what he'd do.

“Arturo's Mom didn't say, and him and Giordana are both too scared to ask,” Silvio said. He turned his head suddenly towards the door. “Hey, did you see that?”

“See what?” asked Ciccio.

“The light in the kelp.” Silvio went to the doorway to look outside. “It flashed twice and now it's gone. Maybe it's the giant squid!” he whispered excitedly. “Did you hear people talking about it?”

Ercole scoffed. “It was the only thing the servants talked about at dinner. I think you're all making it up to frighten me.”

“We had one here once,” said Silvio. “Ages ago. I wasn't hatched yet.”

“Giordana told me about it once,” Ciccio agreed. He hadn't been consciously thinking about that when he'd chosen it was something to threaten Ercole with it, but it must've been in the back of his mind.

“Dad said he and Mom had to take my egg and hide in the forge,” Silvio went on. “Giant squid usually live in the cold water out base Gibilterra, so they don't like when it gets too warm.” He turned to Ercole. “And they're not very fast, so probably even you could outswim one. Probably.”

“Don't try to bully me, Squaletto,” said Ercole. “It doesn't suit you.”

With the cleanup done to Signora Donzella's satisfaction, she led them out to the newly roofed barn, bringing along a string of softly glowing jellyfish which she towed by the tentacles like a bundle of balloons. Inside, her husband had set out mats of sponges and seaweed, and filled an old honey jar with bioluminescent plankton so they'd have a lantern.

“Here you go, boys,” he said. “I hope you'll be comfortable. If you need anything, you can wake up Junior.”

Ercole had just opened his mouth, presumably to ask why there were three sleeping mats instead of two. With the question answered before it could be asked, he closed it again and watched Silvio settle down on the nearest mat and grin.

“It'll be like camping out!” Silvio said happily.

“Thank you,” said Ciccio firmly. “I hope you guys can come up and visit us at the bakery sometimes.”

“We should,” said Silvio. “The bread him and Giordana make is really yummy. My favourite is the kind with the olives, but the one with the sardines is also great!”

“We should try putting isopods in it,” said Ciccio, mostly to gross Ercole out. It worked.

“Nah,” Silvio said. “They go mushy when you cook them.”

Ercole covered his mouth with one had, as if afraid he would throw up.

Giorgia Donzella gave her son a kiss on the cheek and wished him a good night, and her husband reminded the boy that he was responsible for looking after their guests. Then the adults left the three boys alone to settle down and sleep. Ciccio considered the bedding he'd been given, and decided he'd better sleep on his stomach. He still had sponge pieces all over his spines, but if any of those came off he might rip the mat to shreds. That was no way to thank the Donzellas for their hospitality.

Silvio was also on his stomach, but in his case it was because his stiff, shark-like dorsal fin could not fold down out of the way. Ercole was having no trouble lying on his back, although it took a bit of squirming for him to find a comfortable position without pinning his fin under his shirt.

“I hope Papá manages to sleep all right,” said Ciccio. Ottonello had been very specific about not wanting Ciccio spending the night underwater, but here he was, doing exactly that. It sounded as if he spent a lot more time worrying about Ciccio in general than he normally admitted.

“I could go tell him you're here,” Silvio suggested. “He knows Dad and me.”

Ciccio propped himself up on his elbows to look at the younger boy. His first reaction was that might be a good idea. Just knowing where Ciccio was would probably help a lot – but there was a problem. “Is it safe to go out by yourself after dark?” he asked.

“Normally I'm not allowed,” Silvio admitted, “but Mom and Dad said you could ask me for anything you needed.” He grinned mischievously. “I could talk to your parents, too,” he suggested to Ercole, “if you tell me where to find them.”

“Don't you dare,” said Ercole immediately.

“He doesn't want anybody to know this happened to him,” Ciccio said.

“And my parents won't care anyway,” Ercole added. “I've been away overnight before. They figure I'll get home when I get home. Sometimes I think if I just disappeared they wouldn't even look for me.”

“Really?” asked Ciccio. He knew very little about Ercole's relationship with his parents, having only met them once or twice. They'd seemed very permissive, even indulgent. He would not have thought of them as neglectful. Had Ercole spent the whole day wondering whether his parents would care if he never came back?

Ercole glared at him, and his tone changed abruptly. “They trust me,” he huffed, “unlike some parents who yap at their children's heels everywhere they go and send their friends to spy on them. Anyway, don't you say a word to them or anyone else,” he told Silvio. “If anyone in the town finds out about this, I will never be taken seriously again.”

Ciccio snorted. As if anybody took Ercole seriously anymore.

“Your secret's safe with me,” said Silvio cheerfully. He wiggled a little, getting his toes into the end of the sponge mat to stretched it out a bit. “Hey, why is the ocean blue?” he asked.

“How should I know?” Ercole said. “I think it's something to do with reflecting the sky.”

Silvio rolled his eyes. “It's blue because the land never waves back!”

There was a moment of silence as Ciccio and Ercole both figured out what that meant. Then Ercole snorted, and Ciccio groaned at the pun.

“Why did the lobster turn red?” Silvio tried next.

“Because they dumped it into boiling water, still alive,” snarled Ercole.

“Why?” Ciccio asked.

Silvio giggled. “Because it saw the ocean's bottom!”

This time Ciccio could help a snicker, even as Ercole scoffed.

“What's the strongest creature in the sea?” Silvio tried next.

“What?” asked Ciccio.

“A mussel!”

Ercole let out a bark of laughter, then quickly silenced himself. “Not bad, Squaletto,” he admitted grudgingly. “Not bad.”

#pixar luca #luca 2021 #luca paguro #alberto scorfano #giulia marcovaldo #ercole visconti #fanfiction #a little human (as a treat)

[omniblades-and-stars]

Omg pity party for the wip game pls 🥺👉👈

It's *drumroll* a Dragon Age fic (who's surprised?)

And because I'm quite sure I'll never finish it. I'll just cut off a piece for you.

She really didn’t mean be so sour. But she had always been prone to a rather stonewalled exterior already. She also certainly did not mean to trip on a rock in the dark on her way to the well and stub her toe so hard that she shouted, “Fenedhis! Stupid fucking, gods-damned rocks!” Her curses quickly melted into rapid, and quite loud, Elvhen curses as she petulantly dropped to the ground against the well.  The whole endeavor to fill her canteen all seemed rather pointless just then. So instead, she started plucking blades of the sparse, drying grass angrily, like they had done something to offend her personally. Easier to take her anger out on helpless blades of grass than try to wrestle an explanation that made any sense out of him. He just talked in circles about distractions, as though this … pain wasn't by far more distracting than anything they ever did together. She was more than capable of fighting off the end of the world and sharing her heart with someone at the same time, thank you very much.  In fact, by all benchmarks, she was under the impression that they worked well together. They fought intuitively on the battlefield, casting spells in frightening harmony, and he happily allowed her to bend his ear for information and advice about her job. Her job … not that she would ever be caught dead complaining to the shems about it, but she thought she made it quite clear to Cassandra and Leliana that she was not some prophet and she certainly was not a tool for the Maker. The very thought made her lip curl and her nose scrunch. And still, they named her Inquisitor without so much as a by your leave.  Bah, she was too old to be behaving like some lovesick welp. And she was definitely too old to pretend like being the Inquisitor meant anything other than it did: she was the only woman with the ability to close rifts, and she wasn't selfish enough to just wish them luck and be on her way. Because she would always do what must be done. They did not care that she didn't believe in the Maker.  They didn't care about the potential fallout of putting a Dalish apostate in charge. Her life was already in danger, and once this whole ordeal was over, she had an enormous target right on her head. The drying grass was coming out in clumps now as she stewed. Cold, hard dirt caked beneath her nails, and no, those absolutely were not tears sneaking out of the corners of her eyes. She barely noticed the dark boots approaching her as she moped against the well. How embarrassing.   "Valethen, you'll catch your death out here without a coat on. What … are you doing?" Blackwall asked kindly, catching her in the middle of throwing a handful of grass.  Like a child.  Embarrassing. "I believe Sera and Varric would call it a "pity party". I meant to get water, but I suppose I can't see clearly enough to make it to the well either," she said darkly without looking up. "I'm a grown woman pouting, Blackwall. It is very undignified."

#not mass effect #but it's my blog so if you don't like it #kick rocks i guess?

[mlobsters]

supernatural s5e7 the curious case of dean winchester (teleplay sera gamble, story sera gamble, nancy klein)

DEAN Hope I got that kind of kick when I'm his age.

SAM Yeah, like either of us will live that long.

DEAN True.

last time this came up, it was the other way around. but this feels like a throwaway comment anyway.

from s4e12 criss angel is a douchebag:

DEAN Man...hope I die before I get old. Whole thing seems brutal, don't it? SAM You think we will? DEAN What? SAM Die before we get old. DEAN Haven't we both already? SAM You know what I mean, Dean. I mean, do you think we'll still be chasing demons when we're 60? DEAN No, I think we'll be dead...for good. What? You want to end up like -- like Travis? Huh? Or Gordon, maybe? SAM There's Bobby. DEAN Oh, yeah, there's a poster child for growing old gracefully. SAM Maybe we'll be different, Dean. DEAN What kind of Kool-Aid you drinking, man? Sammy, it ends bloody or sad. That's just the life.

sidenote i was too depressed to comment on it at the time but, GORDON??? sterling k brown is only 2 years older than jackles lol wtf this is like pretending jdm is old enough to be their dad when in reality he's only 12 years older than jensen. ALSO, i never have understood that comment about bobby. what's wrong with bobby?!

he looks so familiar but can't place him in anything other than maybe cybill (again!? lol) maybe just one of those people that's been small parts in so many things they've become generically familiar

DEAN Bobby's an idiot. That's what happened.

BOBBY Hey, nobody asked you to play.

DEAN Right. I should have just let you die.

BOBBY And for damn sure, nobody asked you to lose!

SAM It's like Grumpy Old Men.

DEAN and BOBBY Shut up, Sam.

okay, that was cute. old dean and bobby have good chemistry!

DEAN Yeah, I get it, Bobby. You saw a chance to turn the hands of the clock back and get out of that damn chair. Pretty tempting. I can imagine.

BOBBY No, you can't.

DEAN You got me. I never been paralyzed. But I tell you something—I've been to hell, and there's an archangel there wanting me to drop the soap. Look at me! My junk's rustier than yours! You hear me bellyaching? Huh?

i'm going to choose to interpret that as metaphorical soap dropping and not actually on the torture menu in hell. is this... a way of saying they're waiting for him to die and return to hell? is that what would happen? i assumed he was clean slated what with cas's "gripped you tight and raised you from perdition" business. maybe my brain is scrambled by the casual rape threat mention.

SAM No, you'll die if you lose, Bobby.

BOBBY So what if I do, huh? What exactly am I living for, huh? The damn apocalypse? Watching men die bloody while I sit in this chair, can't take a step to help 'em?

DEAN Bobby—

BOBBY No, no. It's the facts. I'm old...and broke down...and I can't...

BOBBY I ain't a hunter no more. I'm useless. And if I wasn't such a coward, I'd have stuck a gun in my mouth day I got home from the hospital.

what did i say about this ableist bullshit!!

was lookin to see if i'd seen the witch in anything, nothing jumping out at me but he played azazel in some tv movie, which made me laugh :)

DEAN It's too damn clean in here. First witch I ever heard of didn't spew bodily fluids all over the place.

dean and his witch-bodily-fluids thing.

from s3e12 malleus maleficarum

DEAN I hate witches. DEAN They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere.

and need i remind everyone of ruby's mystery black juices to fix dean in that episode!

nice to see him happy. shame old dean's actor wasn't in a different role, he and bobby would be a fun pair bitching at each other on the regular. needs someone other than the kids to play off of.

DEAN Fair enough. You're not useless, Bobby.

BOBBY Okay. Good talk.

DEAN No, wait a minute. Listen to me.

DEAN You don't stop being a soldier 'cause you got wounded in battle. Okay? No matter what shape you're in, bottom line is, you're family. I don't know if you've noticed, but me and Sam, we don't have much left. I can't do this without you. I can't. So don't you dare think about checking out. I don't want to hear that again.

BOBBY Okay.

DEAN Okay. Good.

well. i'm glad they addressed this. but it's a tired ableist trope that i wish wasn't in everything when someone needs a wheelchair.

BOBBY Thanks. Now, we done feeling our feelings? 'Cause I'd like to get out of this room before we both start growing lady parts.

i try to ignore these types of lines but believe me i'm sighing and rolling my eyes at every damned one.

#supernatural #spn 5x07 #spnwatch #i do not have high hopes for getting through the next episode without cracking a tooth from teeth grinding cringe #sera gamble #jenny klein

[sulky-valkyrie]

‘Whose blood is that?’ from the Hidden Injury prompts? my guilty rarepair is Fenris/Solas, but if you're not into that then Fenris with anyone! thank you <3

okay, so this idea is starting to run away from me, but I have TECHNICALLY filled it and will probably be doing another chapter/sequel that's a bit naughtier for @dadrunkwriting ~~~

A furious white-haired elf was something ever Varric expected to see barrelling toward him again.  "What the void are -"

"Where's Hawke?"

"Gone, Broody."  He shook his head.  "I wrote Rivaini and Daisy, but -"

A gauntlet pushed him back in his chair.  "I will rephrase.  Where did you lose them?"

"Adamant.  Western Orlais, but -"

Fenris spun around and stalked out.  The dwarf rubbed his face and sighed.  This was not going to go well.  And someone needed to tell Sparker to take a long vacation.

"What a prig."  Sera appeared next to him.  "And those tattoos, he must think he's even elfier than Solas."

Varric winced.  "Not exactly.  Can you go find Sparkler and drag him on a treasure hunt or something?  Keep him out of sight?"

The girl frowned.  "Not gonna let some pricked up puff of a man walk in here and-"

"Did you read my book?"

She snorted.  "’Course not."

The dwarf sighed.  "Of course not.  Look, Broody used to belong to a magister; belong as in slave?  I just want to soften the surprise so no one ends up with extrails as opposed to entrails." 

"Extrails."   She giggled.  "Nice one.  Alright, I'll get our pet peacock to go strut off somewhere."

He nodded his thanks and hurried out, right into the elfiest elf of them all.  Solas cocked his head at him curiously.  "It's not often I find you in the Herald's Rest."

"Technically, you still haven't.”  He looked around.  “I don't suppose you saw a pissed elf run past you?"

"Pissed as in intoxicated?"

"Pissed as in looked like he wanted to kill something."

"Ah, then yes."  Solas pursed his lips, looking faintly irritated.  "What is he?"

"Oh come on, are you telling me you've read everything but my books?"  Varris grumbled as he pushed past him.

Solas followed him.  "I skimmed it; does that mean he's your ex-slave?"

"Shit, Chuckles, never let him hear you say that."  The dwarf paused.  "Which way did he go?"

"Toward the cells."

Oh no.  "Is Erimond still down there?"

"I believe the Inquisitor planned to pass judgment tomorrow."

He sped up.  "Broody might have just taken care of that himself."

"I saw no weapon, how much can he do that quickly?"

"Wow, really?  Are you sure you even skimmed The Tale of the Champion?"  Varric scoffed.  "The man is basically half lyrium."

As expected, Fenris was inside Erimond's cell, and his hand was inside the mage's ribcage.  What wasn't expected was that he had an audience.  Isabela and Merril both looked like shit, and- 

"Blondie, are you insane?"

Anders shrugged and tugged the hood closer as his eyes flashed blue.  "Hawke needs us." 

Erimond made a pained gurgling noise and dropped to the ground as Fenris released his spine or his heart or whatever he'd been threatening to rip out.  "He knows nothing."

"Kill him anyway."  Isabela's voice was rough, and her arm tightened around Merrill's shoulders. 

"It is not our place."  Anders' voice had two tones in it, a sure sign that Big Blue and Angry was considering coming out to play.  "We need to go."

"Go where?"  Varric asked.  "Don't get me wrong, staying here is a terrible idea, but -"

Merrill looked at him, and the force of that glare made him step back a pace.  Back in Kirkwall, with all her fumbling and bumbling, it had been hard to remember just how powerful she was.  "We're getting Emjee back."

"She -"

"They."  There was Big Blue and Angry.

Solas nodded apologetically, then continued.  "They were physically in the Fade, no normal mortal can just -"

Merrill walked up to him.  Stalked, more likely.  Her fingers were still entwined in the pirate's.  "Then I suppose you'll have to help us."

The other elf blinked at her in confusion, then concern.  "Whatever do you mean?"

"The spirits speak of you."  She cocked her head to the side, scrutinizing him, and Varric wasn't sure if he'd ever seen the elf so discomfited.  "You're coming to fix this.  It doesn't balance any scales to leave them to die alone, does it?"  She swung that gaze back to Varric.  "And you'll be explaining to the Inquisitor that Fe - Solas here needs to take a leave of absence."

Varric frowned.  "The world is ending, Daisy, this isn't -"

"And I trust you to save it while we save Hawke."  With that, Merrill walked out, Isabela in tow.  Anders followed after them.  Fenris spat on Erimond's crumpled form before phasing back through the bars of his cell.

"What is - what did you just do?"  Solas asked, surprised and intrigued.

Fenris arched eyebrow then glanced at Varric.  "Not a fan of yours?"

The dwarf snorted.  "Definitely not my books, not sure about my person."

He shook his head and held up a hand, then let it glow blue.  "This is a curse that I have made into a blessing."  As it dimmed, he touched Varric's shoulder and squeezed gently.  "We will bring them back, or die."

The dwarf patted the gauntlet.  “The first one.  I just write tragedies, don’t want to live through another one.”

"You are determined," Solas observed.

The other elf looked at him.  "Hawke is important."

"Who's blood is that on you?"

Fenris glanced at the splatter then waved a hand back toward Erimond's cell.  "His.  Probably.  Don't worry, I left him alive for your Inquisition."

#da drunk writing circle #fanfic writing #dragon age #kirkwall squad #post adamant #solas & fenris if you squint #prompt fills

[sakurarisen]

Goldenrod, holly, poppy, and sunflower because Sera needs some headcanon asks <3

Botanical Headcanons!

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ? 

Yes! XD Jokes aside, Sera believes in both, and that they're two different things; Luck is just luck. It varies. Some people are luckier than others, you have good luck days and bad luck days, and it's affected a lot by your surroundings - You can have the best luck on the planet, it's not going to spare you if the god of bad luck is standing beside you and everything starts going wrong! Might dodge getting hit by a falling brick, but probably not from tripping over the curb over there. Just the same, your luck can be incredible with coinflips but if someone is having bad luck and runs into you? It's gonna affect yours and you'll probably call it wrong. Luck varies, but it exists.

Just the same, she fully believes in fortune, and it too is affected by the things around you - But it's less 'how lucky are you' and more akin to trying to read a person's future. A bad luck day can totally affect it? The future isn't set in stone, Sera's always believed. There's destiny, which is also different, and things can affect how your future plans out; you can be destined to change the world in a certain way, but how that comes about? That's gonna change. Your fortunes can change, and will change.

That's what Sera's always believed since leaving 'home', and it's gotten her through a lot of hard times. She's a woman who sometimes wants to understand things, to have a reason for them, and while she totally understands she can't always have those, Fortune and Luck are often what she leans back on for the sake of having something - anything - to get some solid footing on. Someone's having some bad luck and it made their mood sour. They're just... A sour person. Their role in the world is to be cruel, even if she wants desperately to change that. She can't explain where she even came into these beliefs from aside from hearing about 'drawing fortune slips' and what they are in her travels, but? Makes sense to her! <3

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ? 

Sera has a pretty strong sense of intuition, and she listens to it pretty regularly - it's actually part of what's kept her alive all this time, and she's fairly aware it's there and what it's done for her. For a long time, though, she did fear it was paranoia; when traveling alone, before she finally had the ability to settle down, hiding was her go-to tactic. At that point in her life, she could barely fight well enough to keep herself breathing if she needed to, and she already heavily disliked doing so - stealth was her first and most common tactic as a result, and, prior to having Zack to tell her otherwise, it felt... Silly. It felt like she was simply too afraid to even walk past someone else on a road, even though on some level, she knew better.

She's long since learned just what her intuition is and that it's important to listen to it, and doing so has made her a good tactician and partner, both on a battlefield and off. It's ensured being a mercenary (or jack of all trades, depending on the verse) is a job she's capable of doing, and she's become good backup, constantly relying on her intuition in everything. After all... If it hasn't really led her wrong yet, why shouldn't she?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

Zack and her kids. Her biggest comfort has, from the day they met, and always will be, her husband Zack and later on, their kids, being the first ones she turns to when she recognizes she needs comfort and support every time without fail - And even when she doesn't recognize it first, as Zack usually will before her and make himself available to her, even if it's dealing with work with an arm around her to keep her close.

Likewise, when she's able to see him, her eldest brother, Thoma, is also a source of comfort, and if she can't see him, she'll write him to find that sense of comfort when she needs it. They're in frequent contact, and he falls under the same category and reason as Zack and the kids - He's family. Her found family (and blood, in Thoma and the kid's cases), will always be her primary and biggest source of comfort and strength, and have given Sera a reason to want to see tomorrow.

Aside from family and tight friends, or if she's unable to find them when she needs that sense of comfort, it's a stuffed dog she's named Zax. A gift from a friend, it's a well-loved husky plush named after Zack while still being its own thing, kept in the house and never taken outside of it unless she knows she'll need it on a long trip. It's soft and hugable and has definitely seen better days, but it's something to hug and close her eyes and hide her face in. It's a comforting scent and feeling and it never fails to help her calm down and relax, and is even a sounding board for things she's too afraid to talk to others about, or simply can't.

Coming in a close second is the beach and the sea and the tides, the night sky, and an open field, especially one full of flowers - All incredibly comforting, but not always something she can get to when she needs it. If she can, though? You bet your socks this girl'll be down at the beach, sitting there for hours just to watch the tide come in and out-

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?

Again, the beach and nature and seeing her dream finally move forward, seeing the world change and people's smiles and happiness... Those can, do, and will always bring her an incredible amount of joy. Her stuffed dog Zax makes her happy. Her friends bring her even more. There is a lot in her life that brings her an incredible amount of joy these days, and she won't ever deny it - Not when she's been searching for this for her entire life!

But even above that, it's her family. It's Zack, and Thoma. It's getting to sit and watch Shayan show his grandparents his plushies. It's snuggling into Zack as the sunlight shines into their bedroom, and know she doesn't have to get up - she can stay in his arms forever, and not a soul would stop her. it's seeing Kunsel give the kids rides around on his shoulders. Learning how to bake something new with Thoma before they take the evening to go for a walk around town, and laugh about silly things and chat about the local animals. Coming home to the called out greetings of her family and a chance to kiss her husband as a 'welcome home'. Looking up from her map while she's working to see Zack watching her with a shine in his eyes that says he's proud of her, and how far she's come. In her GI verse, it's the chance to sit around one of the city's fountains with her family and friends Kaeya, Albedo, and Diluc, and take in the warmth and comfort of having them all close by under a clear sky while the sound of Mondstadt seems so distant, but relaxing, writing letters to distant friends while they chime their input to those they know.

Sera finds an immense amount of joy in the small things, but it'll always be dwarfed by the joy she find in her family, both found and blood - A family that also includes her closest friends. Growing up, this was something she never thought she'd find, and at one point, never thought she deserved, but not that she has it... She's never going to let it go. This is her comfort, her peace, and her joy, and it's obvious when she can't keep the peaceful, calm smile off her lips around them. <3

#Questioning A Flower [Asks] #Colors Of Sakura [Sera Headcanons] #Honorisen #A WILD KASA APPEARED! <3333333 #Also I see what you did there with that last one <3 #Would've had this up yesterday but Y'KNOW #Was hard to type for a while after hurting my arm and wrist - So a smidge late but <3 #Also not sorry for how long this is #You let me babble and Ilu for it <3 #BUT ALSO YES - Sera finds a LOT of comfort AND joy in her family? Both blood and found? #This is something she never thought she'd have and they mean everything to her #They saved her - Zack especially - and will ALWAYS be her primary source of joy and comfort <3 #Also remind me to update my banners and dividers and such XD

[hlfmoonshine]

hey, sometimes i get remarkably sad when i think about the pairings that once were. the partners that were the best part of my day. the worlds i'd built with someone else. there's a reason this blog is themed after taylor swift's song 'clean'. there's a reason why 'when the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst' is featured on my about me page. i am haunted by the writing, the muses, the partners that i've lost along the way, to life, to the breakdown of friendships, to protect myself.

so raise a glass to lincoln and taylor. to banoi island. to margotofrph. to alex and honey. to frank and tyler. to my baby girl natalee. to the writer's garden. to maeve and alec. to magdelena and kit. to you, you know who you are. to juno and noah and salem and sawyer and caine and hanna and thea and silas. to the endless town rpgs. to 2011-2014. to dollwrites. to eleanor gallagher and the glass cage. to all the plot bunnies i've tried to make again but no one ever loved quite like you did. to theo and thadd and dia and nate and noah and pennyshore and ivy and noah and nash and lucien and nash and hana. to graceland. my beautiful graceland. to anakin and graceland. richard and graceland. to emmalee and hazel. to lucy and winnie. to andrew and lila. to eleanor and desmond. to sera and luis. to decker and millie. to asher and nellie. to that one harvest moon rpg in 2009, my first rpg where i totally got kicked out for never having played the game the characters i'd picked to write were from and thus didn't canon shit. to the couple who faked being together to go to a wedding. to standing on their doorstep in the pouring rain because even though they are terrible for each other, they cannot stay away. to finding out your girlfriend had your kid and you missed the first four years of their life. to meet cutes in the park where a kid throws something at you. to atlas and poppy. to evan and greer. to nighthawke and dragon. to caleb and winter. to cj and greer. to alex and greer.

there's a graveyard of ships in my heart. and i know none of these people will ever see this post. i want to send it out into the world though. even if no one reads it, no one visits a grave of ships anyway. i love you. i hold you in my heart. you still matter to me and i cried like a baby while writing this. i miss you. more than you'll ever understand.

[xcharmedxheirsx]

@xhelenaxleblancx​

Sera couldn’t stop fucking SHAKING. What the fuck was this? Well it was fucking OBVIOUS. It was yet another spiteful attempt at trying to make Sera JEALOUS. And it was fucking WORKING. She clicked off the video -- heart CLENCHING in her chest. And maybe there was a little bit of FURY there. But she tried her damnedest to TEMPER THAT before she finally replied. Downright GRATEFUL for the filter of text message. And that Helena couldn’t see the PAIN written across her features.

SERA: You really think I’m going to watch this whole fucking thing? SERA: It’s already deleted. SERA: You’re gonna need to try a little harder to get under my skin. ~~LIAR!!~~ SERA: Does Alex even know you sent that to me?

#WLEPPPPPPPPPPPPP LOIBCXBKLVHIOLVJPKPKPOBVJBVNBV #SERA HAS ALREADY LEARNED BIG TIME #TO NOT LET GO OF HER RAGE CAUSE JESUS CHIRST #IKLASKJDKNISHI DSFVVCKVJV #POOR SERA #BUT HEY POINTS TO ALEX AND HEL NOM NOM NOM #DXFPXCJP;OVJCLCOJOPVCPOBVBCP0 OJLIKJLNCVINKLV #HELENA [THE SELF-DESTRUCT BUTTON] #SERA [SOMETHING MORE THAN ALL YOU'LL EVER BE] #SHIP [INDUSTRIAL REACTION] #XHELENAXLEBLANCX

[yandereaffections]

This man drives off of orders from the hellsing organization and his absolute bloodlust, dare there be some fool stupid enough to stand against him needless to say Alucard will rip their head off within seconds, each opponent being just as satisfying to kill as the last

All the challenges he faces are swiftly ended with little to no struggle, unwavering in the face of any opponent other than that one hellsing worker that sasses and makes all sorts of jokes towards him, that's a battle he never seems to win so easily. He can't fight you, how could he ever unleash such power on a simple human making all sorts of fearless comments while giving him a innocent smile, that doesn't mean he won't go out of his way to absolutely obliterate you with a rather quick remark that surely shrinks your ego just a bit

It takes a courageous personality to gain his attention, no matter what you may say nor the faces you make he knows how this barely aggressive behavior is suppose to be playful and he enjoys it quite a bit.

You stand out in Alucards mind, dreams filled with you due to the pleasure he feels that contrasts from the joy of bloodshed, from your sweet smile and harmless jokes it's hard to ignore how content you make him. A monster treated as something more, how strange it makes him view you.

Truly he did assume it was just the fact you interacted with him in a more humane way compared to Sir Integra, Seras, and his opponents, but no matter how much he trys to logically drop these rather irritating attachments towards you it doesn't come as simply as he expected

Alucard feels genuine comfort in your presence not to mention the fact he aches for your touch after long periods of time, he can't help but focus on the one thing he attempts to avoid due to his brutal nature

You'll get mixed signals from the creature for months, times he'd be affectionate sharing a loving smile as he presses his cheek against the palm of your hand while others hes silent and cruel with sharp comments that destroy whatever teasing joke you were about to make as a start to having a conversation with him. Its something of a experimental phase, Alucard figuring out how and why exactly you flood him in tranquility, why he feels a sting of guilt for making you feel bad because of his rude words

It's rather strange to you for once this phase of his is over suddenly Alucard becomes increasingly possessive of you, protective behavior was always expected but the way he starts to go out of his way to spend time with you is quite shocking, not that you would complain. A being expected to only follow orders making his own decision to dedicate time to you just as well as Integra, you certainly are special.

It's a unannounced creation of your relationship, the moment Alucard gave into his humane feelings you became his darling, as much as he might want your approval Alucard isn't letting you go just because you have interest in someone else or some silly excuse like that, this is destiny dear isn't it obvious, pulling in such a powerful vampire like this it must be fate.

It's best to just accept him sweetheart, don't forget how powerful this man is, his lack of mercy wouldn't do well for his so called 'rivals', he will shred them to bits and feast on their blood infront of your innocent self if that's what it takes for you to understand you belong to him now, you shouldn't have showed yourself off to him so much maybe he wouldn't have noticed, you're in his possession now darling.

#look at how happy he is in this gif its adorable #alucard #alucard x you #alucard x reader #yandere alucard #alucard imagine #alucard headcannon #alucard fanfiction #alucard hellsing #hellsing #hellsing ultimate #yandere hellsing #yandere hellsing ultimate #hellsing x reader #hellsing imagine #hellsing headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere imagine #yandere x you #yandere x y/n

[drunken-drengr]

DA asks 1, 28, 60, 73? 👀

Hey, thanks for the first ask!

How did you get into Dragon Age?

Ah, this is something I like to tell every now and then. My dad actually introduced me to Dragon Age! I always watched him play Origins and 2 on our old Xbox 360, what can I say, it was entertaining. Especially watching him fight those dragons... I can't recall how old I was, but given that I don't remember it all too vividly, I was pretty young. And, yeah, that's right, that would make me still a minor now! I feel like that's not something widely known, mostly cause I didn't think it mattered much, but turns out, people think I'm an adult. I guess I hardly see anyone my age in the fandom... Anyways, back on topic! Yeah, watched my dad play the Dragon Age games as a kid, though he stopped letting me watch after sexy time with Morrigan, lol. A bit after he finished the games though, Dragon Age: Inquisition was announced, and I was so excited to finally play a game for myself. I was a huge LoTR junkie back then, and I still am, so that's why such a young girl was interested in such a game. So yeah, my Dad got me into Dragon Age. Though he doesn't play games anymore, he still will smile when he sees me playing Dragon Age, and ask a few questions. Just something really old that bonds us.

Inquisitor’s feelings on being the Herald of Andraste?

Ooh, this is a complicated one. Might wanna sit down with a cup of tea! Karrie's beliefs are complicated as well. Her family is considered klana, or, traditional. They still like to hold themselves as warrior caste, and they still respect the Stone and the ancestors. But, with so much time on the surface, they've also slowly converted to Andrastians. They just don't follow the Chantry though. Prefer to worship the Maker in their own ways. And most recently, the family began to recognize Avvar gods/spirits. Or perhaps just Karrie and her father. They spent a lot of time with the Avvar, and saw things they deemed impossible. With that being said, Karrie's faith is mixed, but unfalteringly devout. She believes the Stone, the Maker, Avvar gods, whatever divine being out there, guides her. So, Herald of Andraste? Not a title she wanted, or is willing to accept. Though she is devout in her belief of the Maker, she feels it only heretical to claim to be his or Andraste's chosen one, their herald. She's sort of in the middle on that matter. She won't deny it, won't confirm it. Because she'll never have a way of knowing. Better safe than sorry, wouldn't want to upset the Maker by falsely claiming to be his chosen one, or denouncing him.

Who do you wish had been given more story?

Cole. At least, more story in game. I don't really read the novels/comics, but he probably gets more story in there. But damn it, Bioware! Put your lore in the game! I feel Cole didn't get enough in game. Like holy shit he's an anomaly. He just felt rather... irrelevant to the story, y'know? Huge potential there.

Favorite OST song(s)?

Ah, you can't do this to me. Can't make me choose just one! Okay, I'll settle for hmm two. My favorite would either be Sera Was Never, or Lost Elf. Sera Was Never is just such a catchy tune, and such a good song! It captures her perfectly, and it cheers me up when listening. She totally deserved her own song. And Lost Elf... cause Lost Elf. If you've ever listened to it you'd know. I'll be scrolling through Youtube at 3 am, and it pops up in my recommended. I debate myself in my head for 5 minutes, I say, "Don't listen to it, you'll cry" and then I listen to it and I cry myself to sleep. It's the never ending cycle. It just brings back so much, makes me hurt thinking about it. It is perhaps the most beautiful score the game has to offer. With that being said, I actively avoid it but I love it at the same time. Oh god now it's playing in my head.

Edit: I also love the main Descent theme! Reminds me of the Hobbit movies, and their epic scores of dwarf music. Man I love dwarves.

#i write a lot #dragon age #dragon age: inquisition #ask game #karrie cadash #inquisitor cadash

[according-to-the-laura]

StackedNatural Day 56: 1x09, 3x07, 14x06

StackedNatural Masterpost: [x]

November 15, 2021

1x09: Home

Written by: Eric Kripke

Directed by: Ken Girotti

Original air date: November 15, 2005

Plot Synopsis:

Following visionary Sam's recent nightmare about the former Winchester home in Lawrence, Kansas, where the present dwellers, Jenny from Wichita and mother to two small kids, are suspiciously accident-prone, Dean reluctantly accepts to drive there. Dean and Sam reassure Jenny but follow up on the kids fear of a flaming creature in the closet. They consult Missouri Moseley, their father John's old medium friend, and together with the spirit of Mary Winchester, confront an evil poltergeist, but a second ghost intervenes and someone hides behind Missouri.

Features:

Sam’s visions, the old Winchester house, memories of the fire, Missouri Mosely, poltergeist, the ghost of Mary Winchester, John Winchester avoids his children.

My Thoughts:

Please forgive any spelling errors, I'm typing this on my phone on a plane from Vancouver, where I've been for the last few days, back home. I watched out of order today, so you'll see me talk about being in Vancouver in the last episode notes of this post. Season 14 is Nic's favourite and I wanted to watch Optimism with them.

The vibes of this episode are great, it moves the overarching plot forward without losing the emotional resonance of the situation. John looms over this episode.

Anyone who had ever compared Dean calling his dad to someone praying is so correct. It really has that desperate but kind of hopeless vibe where he wants to believe he'll get an answer but can't quite make it. Something that hit me pretty hard in this watch was that Sam didn't know that Dean carried him out of the fire. This is a foundational moment of Dean’s life and set the context in which he'll relate to Dam for the rest of his life, and Sam is completely in the dark about it. And then later in the episode when Dean unravels the cord from around Sam's neck, the shot looks super similar to when Sam gets stabbed in All Hell Breaks Loose 1.

I love Missouri and I wish she had gotten to help Sam more, although logically I know that would have lowered the stakes of the show quite a bit.

I think the reason John can't see the boys yet is because he hasn't figured out if he needs to kill Sam yet and he's afraid that if he sees him and then finds out later, he won't be able to do it.

Notable Lines:

“I have these nightmares [...] and sometimes, they come true.”

“I remember the fire. The heat. Then I carried you out the front door.”

“He was a stubborn bastard, I remember that. [...] And, uh, whatever the game, he hated to lose, you know? It’s that whole Marine thing.”

“You see, all those years ago, real evil came to you. It walked this house. That kind of evil leaves wounds. And sometimes, wounds get infected.”

“Your mom destroyed herself going after that thing [...] to protect her boys, of course.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 8.5

IMdB Rating: 8.9

3x07: Fresh Blood

Written by: Sera Gamble

Directed by: Kim Manners

Original air date: November 15, 2007

Plot Synopsis:

Gordon Walker is out of prison and out for blood, Sam's blood, and pays Bela to reveal their location. Meanwhile, the Winchesters are hot on the trail of a vampire named Dixon, who in turn has a beef with Gordon.

Features:

Bela Talbot and Gordon Walker meeting, interrogating vampires, Gordon getting turned, decapitation via razor wire.

My Thoughts:

Writing this one in the car on the way home from the airport, again please forgive any errors.

Gordon is a great character and I had forgotten a lot about this episode, it’s a great one! I love anything that delves into how scared Dean is of going to Hell. It is kind of weird that this is more of a Dean-centric episode than a Sam-centric one, considering Sam is the Antichrist that Gordon is trying to kill, but that’s just kind of how Sjpernatural does it. Samgirls are so brave for dealing with this shit.

Dean continues to be associated with Vampires, this time in a direct parallel to the vampire that turned Gordon, and vampires in turn continue to be associated with sexual assault. Make of that what you will.

I love when a zealot of a hunter is turned and I wish they had played with Gordon’s inner struggle a bit more. Like I wish it had taken him longer to feed, although I can excuse that based on how established it is that the hunger makes you feral. I don’t like that they had him turn the girl, his backstory was so focused on how his sister was turned that it just seemed totally out of character. I feel like I read somewhere that the actor argued against it and was shot down by producers? I do think it does a good job of making the audience wonder if Sam really is evil deep down though, since Gordon is the Sam mirror in this episode. He was already going to kill Gordon before they even knew about him being turned, so humans aren’t off the table for him anymore.

The final scene of Dean teaching Sam to fix the car, trying to get as much parenting time as possible in before he dies… just brutal. And then they parallel All Hell Breaks Loose with him saying it’s his job to show his little brother the ropes. Evil show.

Notable Lines:

“I just wanted some kind of revenge.”

“Do you know it's like when you just don't give a damn? It's like ... it's like being dead already.”

“So you're the guy with nothing to lose now, huh? Oh wait, let me guess. Because, uh, it's because you're already dead, right?”

“I'm finally gonna kill the most dangerous thing I ever hunted. You're not human, Sam.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 8.5

IMdB Rating: 8.5

14x06: Optimism

Written by: Steve Yockey

Directed by: Richard Speight Jr.

Original air date: November 15, 2018

Plot Synopsis:

[one sentence imdb synopsis]

Features:

Apocalypse Charlie’s last hunt, Fly Man, Jack and Dean hunt together, Harper Sayles and her undead boyfriend, Jack is sick.

My Thoughts:

It was very fun to watch Charlie and Sam sit in a car in Vancouver while sitting in a car with Nic @weedsinavacantlot in Vancouver waiting to go to the airport to go home. Just a sweet little serendipitous moment.

Maybe Yockey is the funniest writer on the show, or maybe it’s the combination of his writing with Richard Speight’s directing, but the cut from “I bet they’re doing something really amazing” to them sitting in the car had me in stitches. The directing on this entire episode, including the editing on the previously on (no idea if the director is involved in that) was great, actually. Richard Speight is definitely better than Singer, imo. And Yockey does the reading. Bringing “Christo” back is hilarious.

Jack is SO cute in this episode, I love the little plan between him and Dean to basically make him a honeypot. It only works because Jack is so empathetic that he has chemistry with everyone.

I like the little thesis of the Charlie and Sam scenes, that you need a community that understands you and your trauma and your history. It’s great in this episode but actually makes me more upset re: the rest of the season, because they still fucking ended it with everyone alone. Dean didn’t even get more people than Sam at his funeral.

I KNOW Dean isn’t referencing his lavender marriage with Lisa when he says that love can get crazier than that.

Notable Lines:

“Maybe I'm allergic to sitting around doing nothing.”

“Okay, but if she is, I need to know everything about sex. Go.”

“People need people.”

“Actually, love can get crazier than that.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 8.3

IMdB Rating: 8.0

In Conclusion: Apparently, my commitment to this project knows no bounds.

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#Stackednatural #supernatural #spn #1x09 #Home #3x07 #Fresh Blood #14x06 #Optimism

[no-one-hears-me]

@trauma-rat tagged me to do this 💚💚💚💚💚 green hearts for you :p

1) search your name + core + aesthetic in google and see what images come out.

it's funny because I thought it would probably just be anime stuff, and you'll never believe what it is 😶 that's not my aesthetic 😔

2) some questions!

name: Sera

nickname: I don't think there are any???

zodiac: the website I used didn't give a sun sign idk what that is??? Zodiac Libra, Rising Virgo, Moon Aquarius

languages: English 👉👈 but I can usually figure out what's being said when I read Spanish, I can't translate it though

favorite season: Spring!!! I like rain and clouds and warm (not hot!!!!) weather and all the animals

favorite flower: I'm not a flower person??? I don't know a whole lot but I like roses, hyacinths, and queen Anne's lace (Mr Aloe is better than any flower 😊)

favorite scent: okay so like, going on a walk in the woods on an early spring morning after it rained all night? stuff like that. For candles, I mostly like fruit scents and nature scents

favorite color: black, but I also like dark gray and certain shades of red (red and black is kinda the best color combo ever)

favorite animals: all of them 💜 my favorites would be, ducks, basically anything you can keep as a pet (dogs, cats, rabbits, geckos, whatever) and farm animals, and also woodland animals (like deer, raccoons, that stuff)

favorite fictional chatacters: I dont really have any??? I kind of don't watch movies/tv and I haven't read any fiction in awhile. I can't think of anyone :/

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: hot chocolate

average sleep: not sure, and it depends. I'm really inconsistent with what time I go to bed and my sleep schedule is wack and changes frequently. so usually like 3-6 hours maybe?

dogs or cats: I love both 💙💙 and I have both!! but I would probably own a cat

blankets: I get hot super easily so while I like blankets, I can't use too many. normally two and one in the summer

dream trip: I'm not a fan of traveling so I don't have any particular destination, but I'd like to go somewhere with pretty nature scenery with like, some really nice woods to walk in? and also not a tourist place. so I can't name a city for that, but probably somewhere in Europe, like Ireland or Sweden or something

blog established: last January??

followers: I have a policy about not sharing my number of followers, so... there's more than two of you

random fact about me: so this isn't random to irl people but I don't think I've ever mentioned it here before??? I love knives!! currently I don't have a whole lot and the ones I do have are kinda small, but I wanna get some bigger/cooler ones

I'll tag @dorkylittleweirdo @canadiancryptidhunter @trauma2keepyouwarmer @transpicuous-system @lilyalone @fawning-fawn @wrathfulfawn @gummyworm-core @infiniys @abandoned-monster @bitterandmad @bruisedmelancholy @softsaram @what-i-remember-of-you @affectionwhxre @gmsandxrs @lowclasscrybaby yes I'm being obnoxious with the tagging but I'm just tagging some mutuals and people I see in my notes, you don't have to do it if you don't want to 😬 but I like seeing everyone's answers!!! 🖤🖤

#okay the tags should work #i had to download the tumblr app for these tags smh #you guys dont have to do it #if you wanna do this but you aren't tagged go ahead!!!! #i tagged everyone so bc i didnt wanna leave anyone out #go ahead and say i tagged you idc #and yes this was fun thank you James

[xcharmedxheirsx]

Laying in the bed that I made all alone Guess I'm not surprised honestly Praying in my head that you'd stay and I hope You'll miss me eventually

People wanna talk when I'm not around to hear Really they don't know what I'm made of People keep on walking so far away from here Clearly I'm the one they're afraid of

#nsddfnkfdnlkfdnklLKNLKNSLKSDLKSDLKNDKFKFDKNSKLKNFDLNKFSDLNKKNLFDLNDSFKFSDNKFDKND #SO I HAD SOME FUN WITH GIMP #CAUSE WAI NOT #SERAPHINA AUTUMN #SERA WASHINGTON #SERA [SOMETHING MORE THAN ALL YOU'LL EVER BE] #SERAPHINA [SOMETHING MORE THAN ALL SHE EVER WAS] #FACE #FC #MUSE #GABBIE HANNA #THE GABBIE SHOW #GABBIE SHOW #YOUTUBER #INSTAGRAM #2WAYMIRROR

[xcharmedxheirsx]

@xhelenaxleblancx

To call Seraphina CONFLICTED would be the understatement of the year. Hell of the entire last DECADE. And oh what a fucking decade it had been. Married off to a narcissistic dick. Just to see her brother choose a scarlet lettered bimbo from the trailer park to be the love of HIS LIFE. And then to catch feelings (gross) for that bimbo’s blood stained red flag of a sister. And now after years of on and off bonding and burgeoning sexuality that she’d had to cap for her brother’s sake... She’d been asked to identify the MESS OF FLESH AND BONE some SICK & TWISTED PSYCHOPATH had left of him. Suffice to say, her heart had been thoroughly shattered. Yeah you could sure as shit bet Sera had buried those years with Helena down DEEP. In a mad attempt to combat the GUILT of being in love with her brother’s potential mutilator. She’d also becoming intensely obsessed with proving that both members of that FREAKISH SISTER ACT perpetrated the crime. Sleeping meds had become her only chance of sleeping at all. “You know...” Words spoken to capture Helena’s attention. “I don’t even know why I’m SURPRISED. Guess I just figured you’d keep your head down all things considered...” Any resonance of familiarity her tone had once gained was GONE. “Hope you realize I’m gonna make your life a living hell until you finally get sent there.” Brain silenced the part that HOPED it was wrong. Prayed to a God it was having a hard time believing in right now. That Helena was innocent. And that Hell was the LAST PLACE she’d end up.

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