#bri's peeps

[kukurubean]

going through new expacs with my sister consists of me going WAIT, WE HAVE TO TAKE A PICTURE — every 3 minutes.

#WELL LADS. IT'S BEEN A YEAR SINCE ENDWALKER SO I SHOULD PROB POST THIS HUH #adventures #rothe aubrey #bri's peeps #mypost #endwalker spoilers

[tinyhrry]



Angst

untitled (@avatar-anna)

Grief Pt 2 (@avatar-anna)

The Maid of Honour & The Best Man (@musicforastylesrestaurant)

Why Dont U Love Me? Pt 2 (@alltheloveflowerh)

The Boxer Pt 2 (@ever-since-kiwi)

I wish you were the one who told me (@meetevieinthehallway)

Commitment Pt 2 (@harry-writings)

Friends before fans (@finelinevogue)

Take my money (@gucciharrywritings)

Destiny (@freedomfireflies)

Thick and Thin (@theonewiththefanfics)

Reconcile (@talesofstyles)

High (@harryisalrightig)

Champagne Problems (@allyouneedisbuck)

Love you goodbye (@atharryshouse)

Canyon moon (@gucciwins)

She can see we're lonely down here (@violetsandfluff)

A small phone call (@twohearts-hs)

Trust (@shroombloomm)

Pull me in (@hunflowers)

Just called to say I love u (@avatar-anna)

Better Man (@avatar-anna)

In sickness and in health (@talesofstyles)

Failure (@avatar-anna)

to love someone (@ineffablywriting)

Second (@missmielyhoran)

you are the love of my life (@finelinevogue)

worst daddy ever (@whitemancumslut)

future gf (@avatar-anna)

rivals (@avatar-anna)

interesting (@goldsainz)

Fluff

birthday boy (@finelinevogue)

drive my car (@mulledcherrywine)

No guarantee (@allofurlove)

Girl Gone Live (@avatar-anna)

When in Rome (@finelinevogue)

Drama Queen (@sunflowerkiwis)

Wardrobe Malfunction (@watchmegetobsessed)

Drunk on a wedding (@harryyskiwii)

Favorite Holiday (@tsumtsumrry)

Puppy Love (@watchmegetobsessed)

Highschool Lovers (@haaarry)

Class Buddies (@ever-since-kiwi)

Waiting for you (@watchmegetobsessed)

Chubby Cheeks (@jarofstyles)

Bo Peep (@haarrrys)

Anything for his girls (@flwrsforu)

Shoot ur shot (@finelinevogue)

Wouldn't it be nice (@ill-be-your-honey-bri)

Where the world takes you (@havethetimeofyourstyles)

Princess Jasmin (@harrysmimi

New York streets & dreams (@sweet-creature101)

What dreams are made of (@flwrsforu)

Sick on tour (@musicforastylesrestaurant)

At the brits (@hes-writer)

Times you were at Wembley with harry (@harrysfolklore)

Lots of loving (@daaydreamy)

Finally Free (@be-with-me-so-happily)

Before the show (@avatar-anna)

Home (@musicforastylesrestaurant)

Childhood Friends (@harryyskiwii)

In your rainbow paradise (@anabsolutetrainwreck)

Instagram Live (@astranva)

Good job (@daaydreamy)

Love at the coffee shop (@gucciwins)

Interesting enough? (@finelinevogue)

Brother's best friend (@watchmegetobsessed)

We're really funny (@mosh-4)

asking for her hand (@ameliaskdr)

GQ couples quiz (@glitteredrry)

worth the risk (@gucciwins)

Smut

No more games (@watchmegetobsessed)

Better now (@bopbopstyles)

Series

Pregnancy Series (@avatar-anna)

Our Story (@daisyblog)

Songs of hers (@chaoticloving)

Kiss me in the dark (@finelinevogue)

Young dad!harry (@avatar-anna)

[shelaghdette]

headcanon with evidence: shelagh turner is autistic/neurodivergent!

intense interests: shelagh's special interest is obviously the science of midwifery. she's only 30 years old at the beginning of the series, but already her expertise is virtually on par with the older nuns. her deep knowledge is very well respected by her patients and colleagues. she also LOVES to talk about it, you can see her face light up every time she has a chance.

hyperfocus: when shelagh is completely absorbed in a task, she struggles to notice anything else around her. for example, in the very first episode, she doesn't even notice jenny is in the room when she comes to inform sister julienne about her latest delivery. when sister julienne introduces her to jenny, she only very briefly acknowledges her, and then goes back to talking about work, which ties into -

struggling with social cues: in scenes with lots of shelagh dialogue, notice how she struggles to make prolonged eye contact. a notable exception is sister julienne and, later, patrick, but this makes sense. a lot of autistic people struggle to make eye contact generally, but have a few "safe people" with whom it's a lot easier. shelagh also struggles with boundaries, indicated by her lack of ability to ask for help when she needs it or say no when she's asked to do something. she can also be very blunt and forthright about her opinions, such as when she tells jenny to "please stop wittering on about vegetables, i could not care less." she wasn't trying to be rude, she was just indicating her disinterest in the subject in a very to-the-point way. also, when she was infodumping about the bri-nylon nightie, and CLEARLY misunderstanding cues that patrick thought she was extremely sexy in that little get-up 😳😏

stimming: shelagh is CONSTANTLY stimming. most notable are her hand movements, she fidgets with her hands a lot, and when she sits at a table, she often keeps her hands below the surface. i believe this is so she can subtly stim without attracting attention. oh, and you know the autistic stereotype of velociraptor arms? well, i give you...

masking: she's a social chameleon. her speech mannerisms were much more formal and clipped while she was still in the religious life, because she was holding herself to a certain standard, even though it's not necessarily required (look at sister evangelina). i think she was trying to model her behaviour and mannerisms on sister julienne, which is SO COMMON for autistic women to copy the behaviour of someone they admire in order to blend. she also "mirrors" body language, seen here. (both have their hands in their pockets, their legs are the same width apart. also peep my babygirl not making eye contact AGAIN while he's directly looking at her face!)

exaggerated facial expressions and emotive tone of voice: it's a common misconception that autistic people always have monotonous voices and flat facial affect. some do, but just as many are the complete opposite and actually have really varied expressions and tones. ctm fans who don't like shelagh tend to point this fact out about her, but to me it just makes her relatable, because i'm a really emotive autistic person too!

also, this is just anecdotal, but all of my autistic friends who watch ctm agree with me that shelagh is most likely autistic. and we're really good at identifying autistic traits in others.

these are just my observations from watching the show, as an autistic person. if you don't share these views, that's fine! but please be mindful of what you say if you aren't neurodivergent ♡

#call the midwife #shelagh turner #ctm headcanon #autistic representation

[prata-isms]

The Various Mannerisms of Lillia Vanrouge

There are things you wish you could say... so why not put it to paper?

A/N: this came to me while I was drawing my friend from behind...(with his consent. he has a nice form) Also I'm slipping my oc briars in here because I need characters.

Dear Lillia Vanrouge...

Dear Vice-Housewarden Vanrouge....

Dear Vanrouge-senpai...

"bwuh.... how is writing a letter so harrrrrrd!!" you wail, flopping your head onto the oaken desk. You really did not know why you'd struggle this much on a letter... you wrote those all the time! So why did this one make you rip your hair out and grind your teeth to dust?

"AAAAAARGH!!! I CAN"T DO THIS!!! WHAT IF HE THINKS IM WEIRD????"

"Pipe down, will you. geez. can't a fae catch a wink of sleep around here?"

You bolt upright at the voice, trying to cover what little you wrote on the paper. you would positively wither if anyone knew about this, and if your dormmate saw it? you might as well wear an iron suit!

"h-h-heyyyyyyyyyyy hi hello Briars!! ahaha.. ever heard of knocking?"

"Hey, its my room too. and I never knock." He mumbles sleepily, trudging to his side of the room.

you let out a sigh of relief at his disinterest, turning back to the paper in front of you. You furrowed your brows, thinking about what you could possibly say to the vicewarden without weirding him out?

"Dear Vanrouge, huh...."

"WAUGH!!" you start, crashing onto the floor along with the drafts of your agonizingly difficult letter.

you recover and come to the sight of Briars holding one of the letters, his pale green eyes scanning what little you have written.

"a confession letter, huh...." his eyes soften a bit, a small smile on his ever stoic face.

"I-I-its just a joke...! I-I don't..."

"Vanrouge-san is pretty popular with the first years.. hehe. looks like you weren't immune to his charms either."

"......"

"so, this is what's been bothering you? this letter?"

You hesitate, then finally nod. better get the embarrassment over with now, yeah?

BAM! Briars slams your most recent draft onto the desk.

"first off, don't worry about sounding prim and proper with the introduction. a "dear Vanrouge-san" will suffice."

"But-"

"Secondly, get straight to the point. Vanrouge-san isn't one for flowery language. tell him what you like about him and why. be succinct."

"Bri-"

"Thirdly," he eyes you, and you grumble. "you should be honest."

"...."

"I'll help you write the letter."

"no, you don't have to...."

"if it gets me some peace and quiet tonight, then by The Seven I'll help you with the letter."

You sigh, submitting yourself to the inevitable. and under his discretion, you begin to write.

------------------------------------------------

Dear Vanrouge-San..

My name's Y/N L/N, a first year at Diasomnia. and I really like you!

What do I like about you, you ask? well...

I like your smile, and how your fangs peep out when you grin with all your heart.

I like your voice, it makes my knees buckle and my stomach churn with happiness.

I like your hair

I like the way you're so gentle with everybody... I like how kind you are to the first years.

I hope I haven't freaked you out with this, but I just want to make my feelings for you known. I've liked you since the orientation ceremony, when you spoke on your housewarden's behalf.

I hope you understand my feelings... I hope you have a good day!

-y/n l/n

#twst lilia #lilia vanrouge #twisted wonderland lilia #lilia vanrouge x reader #⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ twst writings

[kvvzss]

introduction.

hii , i’m bri/ bria or you may know me as kvvzss ; i’m black ; i’m not comfortable disclosing my age atm ; i’m very new to tumblr and have no clue what i’m doing but i’m a former wattpad writer and storyboard writer.

my interests conclude of: soul eater, fortnite, sturniolo triplets, diary of a wimpy kid( both the movies and books ), jojos bizzare adventure, JJK, RWE ,tana.

things i am interested in writing : anything that deals with my interests above, smut, fluff , basically any kind of fanfic.

things i am not interested in writing: nick x female reader ( we all know why. ) , anything that doesn’t involve my interests, rape, incest , anything that involves mentions of EDS, anything that involves death of a family member, chris x nick , chris x matt , matt x chris.

do i take requests? yes ! anything helps, feel free to request anything, or just talk to me.

music i like: stunna girl , lil peep , lil tracy / yung bruh, SZA, jhené aiko , corista star, apollo fresh , tyler the creator , andre 3000 , beyoncé ,babyxsosa, Flo Milli , vickeeLo , kanye , babytron , junior H, steve lacy , MF DOOM.

[ryuzatodraws-archive]

A lovely request from peeps on discord by @hallowed-be-thy-username and Bri!

#Snow White au! #copiiia #papa emeritus iii #Terzo #cardinal Copia #papa emeritus iv

[bg-sparrow]

Fic Author Self-Rec

Share five of your personal favorite works, then tag five authors to do the same. Thanks, @penny-anna for the tag!

(I'm gonna stick to the Back to the Future fandom on this one since that's the majority of my audience here on Tumblr.)

Once Upon a Time in the East (OUAT #2)

Marty and Buford follow their mutual enemy across the country to get back Tannen's fortune, forever changing the trajectory of Marty's life. A ruthless, all-or-nothing world of wealth, deception, indulgence, and blackmail brings Marty to his knees once more, and this time, he's not sure he'll make it out alive.

Once Upon a Time in the West was pretty amazing, but I really do think I topped it with the sequel. I took a lot of personal leaps in my writing with this one, and it paid off. I'm a more confident writer now because of this one.

2. Now I Am Become Death

In 1943, a restless professor of physics at CalTech rejoiced when recruited to work on the top-secret Manhattan Project. Dr. Emmett Brown's contributions at Los Alamos would not only further science, but finally end the deadliest war in history — but at what cost?

As a World War II/ history buff, getting to expand on this part of Doc's backstory — and introduce Marty in a way I never have before — really all came together beautifully in this one. I've got elements of the movies, the comics, and the ride blended together in this work, and I'm really proud of how it turned out.

3. A Fracture in the Space-time Continuum

Learning Doc is stranded in the Old West, Marty makes a break for the clocktower — and gets his leg broken by an enraged Biff that escaped the manure truck at the River Road Tunnel. Marty did not plan on spending another six weeks in 1955.

I patiently waited for the perfect title for "Broken Leg Marty" to come to me because this one was special all-around, so its title had to be, too. Letting Marty and Doc believably have this time together during canon was a great "alternate ending" to Part II, and it still lets the events of Part III unfold without much interference.

4. There Are No Roads (Time Circuits #2.5)

Time Circuits Series #2.5 - When the DeLorean comes to a standstill in 1885, Doc is at a crossroads. All of his efforts to return to the life he knows unexpectedly drive him into the embrace of a young Hill Valley, but Marty and Emma need him now more than ever.

This was an unexpected story in my Time Circuits Series. It was meant to be a 10K filler for Doc's time in 1885 before Marty showed up, and there was apparently a lot more story to tell than I anticipated — in the best ways. I got to explore original ideas that fit snugly into canon. I fell in love with writing Buford Tannen in this story. This is personally the one I find myself rereading the most, and while I wrote the series to where people could skip this story if they chose to jump right from Part II to Part III, I hope they don't because it enhances Part III so much. And Buford is delightfully evil in it.

5. The Manner of Giving

Five times Marty tried to give Doc a gift - and one time he succeeded.

This one was born of a Tumblr Ask Box prompt and the only 5+1 fic I've ever written. You would not believe how hard it is to think up five ways to unsuccessfully give someone a gift, especially when you know Doc and Marty are likely on "oh, just bring it with you next time" terms. This one challenged me and turned out great!

And there you have it! My five personal favorite BttF fics that I've written! Five peeps I'm gonna tag if you guys wanna toot your own horn: @daryfromthefuture, @bri-to-the-future, @fiddlstyx, @knickynoo, and @jowritesfanfiction

#back to the future #bttf #fanfic #fanfiction #bgsparrow #ao3 #ask game #timecircuitsseries #once upon a time in the west #once upon a time in the east #the manner of giving #5+1 fic #40s doc #now i am become death #manhattan project #friendship #marty mcfly #doc brown #broken leg marty

[angelic-angel20]

🖤 GET TO KNOW ME(❁´◡`❁) 🖤

Name: Bri

Age: 22

Hobbies: reading, writing, fashion,🍃/🍷 , partying, skateboarding (learning), music, true crime, loving my pretty bf, horror movies and The Sims 4

Relationship status: Taken 🥰

Sexuality: Pansexual

Birthday: November 20, 2000

Zodiac: Scorpio

Favorite artists: Nirvana, Melanie Martinez, Lana del Rey, Mitski, Marina and the Diamonds, PinkPanthress, Lil Peep, Mac Miller, Billie Eilish, and hella more just ask. I honestly love discovering new music. Please hit me up I need friends and I'm always on here!! 😭😭😭

#grungy aesthetic #grungy girls #grungie #grunge #grungy style #emo #emo girl #2000s emo #alternative #alt model #altfashion #alternative girl #lil peep #lana del rey #melanie martinez #xxtentacion #sad but true #skins uk #drugs cw #tw: alcholism #mitski #true crime #edgy aesthetic #pretty girls #alternative girls #alternative model #euphoria #killing stalking #emo fashion #mentally ill

[archxngxl]

🌼 ― a happy memory.

🧠 ― a memory that had a big impact on you.

🌹 ― a romantic memory. [julian/brianna]

🌧 ― a sad memory.

🗝 ― a memory you never want to forget.

🌹 ― a romantic memory. [kaya/serkan]

🌹 ― a romantic memory.

🙊 ― a memory you don’t ever talk about.

🍑 ― a sexual memory. [sal/polly]

🌼 ― a happy memory.

Brianna dashed into the room, causing Rhiannon to jolt. "He proposed!!!" The older Cohen shouted, frantically shoving the ring in her sister's face. Rhiannon jumped up, joining her sister in screaming and yelling from excitement. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Rhiannon shouted over and over, hugging her sister tightly.

🧠 ― a memory that had a big impact on you.

"Sal!" A voice shouted from the distance. Raphael moved to his side, hand falling on the gun that the younger Colombo held. Sal simply stared at his father, who held a heartbroken stare in his eyes. Before Sal could pull the trigger, Raphael had stepped in. Salvatore's father took this chance and ran, leaving his son and nephew. "You can't kill him..." Raphael whispered, but it fell on deaf ears. Sal merely watched his father run, the last thing he ever saw of him was his back.

🌹 ― a romantic memory. [julian/brianna]

Brianna was asleep, only to be woken by a string of kisses left at her side. She hummed, her hand finding her husband's curls. Chills ran up her body as he kissed her hip and thigh. Soon, Julian came up and pressed a kiss to her lips. "It's 5 in the morning, what are you doing up?" Brianna asked, her voice grogy and still sleep ridden. Julian didn't answer her question, he simply kept kissing her face. "Happy birthday, mi amor." The man said finally, earning a small laugh from his now fully awake wife. "Hope you're ready, because I've got the whole day planned."

🌧 ― a sad memory.

Rhiannon was in her living room in Boston, when she heard a knock at the door. She looked at the time, she was not expecting anyone. Rhiannon cautiously went to the door, and was shocked to see her sister at the other end of it through the peep hole. "Bri! What are you doing here?" Rhiannon asked, eyes falling on the two suitcases her sister had next to her. "He cheated..." The older redhead whispered, Rhiannon gasped. The night was spent with Brianna venting and sobbing, while Rhiannon comforted her. Rhiannon was left with a hatred for Julian, because nobody had made her big sister cry.

🗝 ― a memory you never want to forget.

Serkan wandered around the city. The eighteen year old was beaten and bruised from yet another street fight. The engine of a motorcycle caught his attention, and his eyes fell on a man. He had seen him before, in the audience of the fight. He was older, maybe late 30's. "Some fight you put up there." The man stated, and Serkan had to fight the urge to tell him to fuck off. "Kid, you can't go anywhere like that." He stepped closer, Serkan stepped back. Frank put his hands up. "I'm not gonna hurt you." He extended a hand. "Promise.

🌹 ― a romantic memory. [kaya/serkan]

Serkan had Kaya behind him, with her hands wrapped around his midsection. He made sure to drive safer with his girlfriend being behind him. He was taking her to the beach, since it was the perfect weather for a beach date. They arrived there about twenty minutes later. They danced together, they ate, they kissed, they talked. It was nothing short of perfect, so much so that they decided to get into the water. Kaya thought it would be funny to splash water at Serkan, the biker did not find that amusing. He reciprocated the action, and they both ended up soaking wet.

🌹 ― a romantic memory.

Veronica stared at the man under her for a moment. They just had a rather...steamy and rough session. The vampire placed her hand on his cheek. "You did so good for me..." She kissed his forehead, than his nose and finally his lips. They were soft, slow kisses meant to comfort. "Do you need anything?" The vampire was ready to get him anything he needed. "Water..." Erik spoke in a tone that was barely above a whisper. Veronica could just melt from the puppy dog eyes he was giving her. Veronica gave him one last kiss, before getting him his water and running him a bath.

🙊 ― a memory you don’t ever talk about.

Brianna stood over the body of her latest target, pleased with her work. As she wanted to turn around, a small voice stopped her. "Dad?" It was a little girl's voice. Brianna felt her heart drop as her eyes fell on a young girl, looking at her with pure horror and sadness. Brianna wasted no time in jumping out the window, leaving the body to be found by the target's associates and his distraught daughter. That was a look that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

🍑 ― a sexual memory. [sal/polly]

Salvatore stared down at Polly in all her glory. Tied up and legs spread. Her wrists were tied against the bed frame, legs held apart by Sal's hands on her ankles. It was a picture he wanted to stare into for the rest of his life. His hand let go of her right leg, slowly making his way up to her panties. He grinned. "So wet and I barely touched you...." The man leaned down, his cock pressed up against her still clothed core. His lips were against her ear, hit breath hitting her. "My pretty girl, if it gets too rough, I want you to use the safe word, okay?" Salvatore didn't gag her specifically because of that reason. When Polly nodded eagerly, Sal couldn't help but grin. Salvatore then kissed her, and they both knew they were in for one hell of a night.

#muse: brianna cohen #muse: salvatore colombo #muse: veronica castillo #muse: serkan yavuz #one thing i'm sure of is the way we make love: brianna & julian #give me back the love: sal & polly #i will come back to you: serkan & kaya #pairing: veronica and erik

[abbatoirablaze]

The Understudies, Season 1, Chapter 2

Word Count:  1.8k

Warnings:  mentions of drug use, angst, mentions of the end of the world, character death.

“Yo-you know, it’s crazy,” Klaus giggled, looping his arm around his adopted sibling, “out of all the ones I get along with…it’s you that has the same problem as me.”

“It’s not a problem Klaus,” Dot reminded him with a frown, “I got my shit together…you never did.”

“Klaus, I need to talk to you abou-“

“Yeah, yeah, about Bri,” Klaus muttered in his high as he waved off the apparition of his brother, “I know exactly what you’re going to say, Ben.”

“Ben?” Dot asked curiously, looking around the open room, “y-you can see Ben?”

Klaus looked at his brother for a moment before laughing, “what? No.  Ben’s dead, Dot.  He’s never visited me!”

“I’m right here, asshole!”

“Shut up!”

“Y-you can see him, can’t you?”

“You’re ruining the high, Dot…” Klaus frowned, “I don’t want to talk about my powers, and you’re dredging up all thi-“

“How long has Ben been with you today?” she asked quickly, “di-did he see Benji and Bri?  Di-“

“YES!”

Klaus looked to Ben, “Stay out of it.  She’s talking to me.”

“Klaus…talk to me.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” he said in a drowsy tone.  He sighed, sitting on the empty staircase.  He leaned back and was met with Ben’s face on the floor above his, “jesus…can I not have one second to myself?  She’s talking to me and I need a second to clear my mind.”

“Klaus!”

“Then you know that this is serious,” he said quickly, the scowl prevalent on his face, “talk to Dot about it.  That kid looked like me.  She called him Benji.  He referred to my statue as ‘his dad.’  Klaus, I nee-“

“Klaus, does Bri know that you’ve been seeing Ben?”

“Isn’t she busy enough with motherhood?” the sibling asked, closing his eyes so that he didn’t have to see either Dot or Ben, “why do I have to be the one to interrupt her life?”

“She’s been in love with Ben her whole life!” Dot scolded, “Dani fucked that up for her and you took advantage when she was seeing Diego.  If you know of a way to make it right with her you should have been doing that!”

“What she said!” Ben agreed.

“Later,” the super-powered man grumbled, far too enticed by his high.  He waved the ghost of his brother away, his own needs rising above.  As he trudged through the main sitting room, he began to strip down until he was in a rainbow print pair of briefs, “god this is freeing.”

“KLAUS!” Dot snapped, walking over to her brother, annoyed with his antics, “I’m talking to you.  Answer me.”

And just like that, he was out like a light. 

“You know, you talk in your sleep.”

“Well, someone’s cheery despite how things went last night.”

Klaus rolled off the couch, the high having been gone, leaving him with the simple reminder of his migraine, an empty stomach, and the feeling that he needed to throw up.  He started crawling towards the table and Ben sighed, knowing Klaus was intent on ignoring him yet again.

“There’s no point,” he reminded his brother with a frown, “you know you’re out of drugs, Klaus.  Now go find Dot so we can talk to her.  She knows I’m with you, an-.”

“Shut your pie hole,” he grumbled quickly, “I don’t want to hear another peep out of you…especially not after earlier.”

Klaus heard Ben sigh once more and his own guilty conscience reminded him of how Ben wanted to address Benji and Bri, and he’d done enough drugs to knock the spirit away, “said with love…”

“Yeah…whatever, Klaus.”

Klaus blew his brother a kiss, and Ben rolled his eyes.

“I’ve got a crazy idea,” Ben suggested, “why not start your day with a glass of orange juice…or some eggs…I’m sure mom would cook them up for you if you asked.

“I can’t smoke eggs, Ben,” he muttered, lighting up a cigarette.  He padded over towards the cabinetry, a pang in his stomach becoming something he couldn’t ignore as he began to start the symptoms of his withdrawals.  He threw open the door and looked over what was inside, “one of these things has got to be gold plated, right?”

“Klaus…”

A throat clearing behind him made the living brother jump and turn towards Pogo, “Christ on a cracker, Pogo…”

“My apologies for you, master Klaus,” the primate offered, “I have a query for you…I was wondering if you had a moment to discuss a matter at hand.”

“Oh?”

“Items from your father’s office have gone missing,” he said simply, “in particular an ornate box with a pearl inlay.”

Ben looked at his brother pointedly, remembering one such specific box in which he’d stolen from his father’s study just the other day.

“Really?” Klaus asked, feigning surprise, “you don’t say?”

“Really?” Ben asked, raising a brow, “you’re going to play stupid…with Pogo?”

“Any idea where it might have went?”

“No…no, no no.  No idea,” Klaus shrugged, “sorry.”

“Liar,” Ben scoffed, shooting his brother another look before turning on his heel to pace the floor, “you’re such a bad liar, Klaus.”

“Drop dead.”

Ben turned dramatically, a look of surprise on his face, “oh…low blow, Klaus.  Low blow.”

“Would you shut up?”

Pogo looked at the young man with curiosity, “excuse me?”

“No…I don’t mean you,” Klaus replied quickly, “You know there’s been a lot of stuff that I’ve been dealing with.  Just a lot of memories, that have been coming up.  Good times.  No, not really the good times.  Just a lot of really awful, terrible, depressing times, Pogo…”

“The contents of that box are priceless,” Pogo said simply, giving Klaus an accusatory look, “were they to find their way back to the office, whoever took it would be absolved of any blame or consequences.”

“Oh…well…” Klaus sighed, “Lucky bastard.”

“Indeed…”

And with that, the primate hobbled off, disappearing into the house that took up it’s own square block, while Klaus looked back at Ben, “don’t say anything, Ben…”

The spirit gave him a look, “I want to talk about her…”

“Later Ben,” Klaus scoffed, rolling his eyes, “didn’t you hear Pogo?  Priceless…I need to see what the hell I threw out yesterday!”

“Klaus-“

“Calm down, Ben…she’ll still be in town…we’ll talk later.”

Five was wild as he ran up the stairs, the backpack holding half a mannequin.  Allison and Luthor stopped heading towards the video archives and looked at Five.  He’d had a cut on his brow, and his uniform was a mess and had blood spatter on it.

“What happened to you?”

“Are you okay?” Luthor added, “Can we help?”

“There’s nothing either of you can do,” Five said, his voice sounding more determined than ever as his thoughts went back to a nightmare that was all to real.  He shook his head, shaking off his siblings’ concern, “There’s nothing any of you can do.”

“Five…”

Five shot Allison a look, “look…I’m tired…I’m going to bed.”

“Five, it-“

“I’m tired,” he said quickly, “I’ll see you guys in the morning.”

Five’s tears fell down his face, the sticky saline creating a path down the already dust-ridden face.  He looked around, half taken back by what had happened.  The water was real.  There was a huge puddle where he’d been kneeling, where he’d been holding her.  His uniform was drenched. 

He knew that he’d managed to jump through time, but how far, he wasn’t sure. 

Dot was older. 

Dot.

His heart raced as he thought about her. 

She was OD’ing.  She was caught between life and death, projecting herself. 

He bit his lip, praying that she wasn’t hurt.  As he stood, he noticed that there were bodies littering the street.  Not too far away was one such body, it’s arm hanging in the air as it held a lone brown eye.  It was a manufactured eye, but an eye, nonetheless. 

The behemoth of a man was dead, and the eye didn’t belong to him.  He turned, seeing two more bodies, partially in rubble.  Then a fourth a little bit further down. 

There was a small part of him that became concerned. 

While he didn’t know them by sight, there was something that made them feel familiar. 

And it suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks. 

The tattoo’s on each of their wrists. 

It matched the one on his own. 

With an even heavier heart, he realized why they seemed familiar. 

Luthor was holding the eye. 

Diego and Allison were side by side. 

Klaus was behind them. 

But where was Ben?  Where were Dot and Bri?  Where was everyone else?

He was quick to pocket the eye and turn towards the nearest car.  He jumped up onto the roof and began scouring the surrounding area. 

Where was Dot?

Five snapped up in his bed, his heart racing as he thought about the first day from when he’d jumped all over again.  His hand immediately went to his pocket, where he’d stashed away the artificial eye.  The people at Meritime Tech had said that it wasn’t made yet. 

There was no way that he could protect his siblings from what was going to happen with the way that things had been going. 

His eyes snapped towards his bedroom door, and he silently wished for the safety of the siblings he’d been unable to connect with for time he’d been away.

“Five…”

He hadn’t realized the door had opened, or that Dot was standing in its entrance.  His breath caught in his throat. 

“It’s going to happen soon…isn’t it?” she asked softly, her own memory going to the day that she almost died, “that’s why you’re back.  You found a way back to us to help us…”

“I don’t think I can stop it,” he admitted gently as he laid back in his bed and his eyes closed.  He saw the wasteland filled with rubble and fires and his eyes snapped open once more, “I still don’t know what’s going to happen…only that I have seven days to stop it…”

“We have seven days!” she reminded him, slipping into his room and shutting the door behind herself, “you’re not alone, Five…we can help.  All of us.  You just have to tell them.  I tried…that day…but none of them believed me.  They forced me into rehab and said that a loony bin was next.”

“I never found your body,” he sighed, sparing her another look, “or Bri’s…I-I don’t know what to do, Dot.”

“We’ll find a way, Five,” she reassured him, reaching out to the young man, “and when we do…we’ll figure out a way to figure this out…”

Five looked down to her hand, and how her fingers laced with his.  He looked to his mannequin in the corner, and then back to the woman he’d named her after, “god…I want nothing more in the world.”

Chapter 3

#the umbrella academy season 1 #the umbrella academy #tua #dark horse comics #the understudies #number 1 #number 2 #number 3 #number 4 #number 5 #number 6 #number 7 #cha cha #hazel #luthor hargreeves #spaceboy #diego hargreeves #the kraken #allison hargreeves #the rumor #klaus hargreeves #the seance #five hargreeves #the boy #ben hargreeves #the horror #the white violin #vanya hargreeves

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

Some favorite opera characters and what they like to do on rainy days?

so we’re gonna do the peeps from Les Huguenots!

Raoul: he goes on long walks. that’s kinda his thing. and then he gets upset because his clothes get soaked. what did you expect, buddy

Valentine: drinks tea, reads in a window seat while staring out at the rain and secretly wishing she could just run out and dance in the rain. but she’s always too anxious about it. until one day she just says “screw it” and dances in the rain. it’s one of the best days of her life.

Marcel: changes exactly none of his many plans he had for the day.

Marguérite: she paints the rainy landscape. and then when it’s done she sits in the gardens and enjoys it not being hot for once.

Urbain: this child adores the rain. he does everything he can to be in the rain. he loves puddles.

Nevers: believes this is the perfect reason to cancel all plans, have some drinks, and relax. this inevitably ends with him half-passed out in the garden and thoroughly soaked, but he doesn’t mind at all.

Saint-Bris: this man does not notice things like changes in weather. he’s too busy with plans and making sure Valentine doesn’t run outside and get soaked or dance in the rain and potentially look silly or god forbid have fun.

#opera #opera tag #opera asks #les huguenots #meyerbeer #giacomo meyerbeer

[voicelesshatred]

* knowing your partner well can potentially make writing a lot easier.

name: Bri (I also answer to Dev, The Snail and [muse]-mun )

pronouns: She/Her (Also accepts They/Them)

preference of communication: Discord for mutuals, Askbox for everyone else. Tumblr’s IM system is garbage.

name of muse(s): Caim. (Sideblogs: Angelus, Inuart, Verdelet, Manah & Seere, Michael Other blogs: Squall Leonhart, Ultimecia, Vauthry, Demitri Maximoff, Morrigan Aesnland, The Phantom/Erik, Christine Daaé, Raoul de Chagny, The Persian, La Carlotta, Madame Giry, Luciana, Kyu Sugardust)

experience/how long (months/years?): Christ, I think it’s about 24 years now? Yahoo forums, Yahoo Messenger, MSN messenger, a forum thing I can’t recall anymore, Gaia Online, Tumblr and Discord.

best experience: Sadly, I can’t say I have one. But I’ve made a good number of excellent friends through this farce so if that counts, so be it.

rp pet peeves/deal breakers: Not having a rules page. (If I don’t know what you do and don’t accept, I’m less inclined to roleplay with you.) Not being able to tell the difference between reality and fiction. (People can write messed up shit without condoning it.) Asking why I or someone close to me unfollowed. (I am not my friends’ keeper. And I don’t appreciate the chance of being gaslit into a refollow because I have my reasons for doing so in the first place. And sending friends to do this on your behalf/insult me on my decision is a red flag for both of you.) Establishing a ship with one of my muses only to not follow through. (Even worse, replace me with a duplicate muse.) Vague posting/Making personal posts more than roleplaying. (Just get a personal blog for that already...) The list is longer but these are the biggest. 

muse preferences fluff, angst, or smut: Angst is the norm for a good chunk of my muses. I’m always down for fluff and smut but only if it works. As far as Caim goes, smut is more likely as he’s an uncaring asshole.

long or short replies: I’m fine with either. I can’t seem to write novels like I used to but I do my best.

best time to write: This absolutely varies.

Saw two wonderful peeps do it so I plucked it from them. ♥

#.[OOC]:Impatience #.[MEME]:Distraction

[theragethatisdesire]

“The sun compliments everything about him but his smile, a little too sharp with too much danger behind it. It’s a smile made for moonlight.”

ok you fucking ATE with that one!!!!! it has been rattling around in my brain for dayyyys now it’s so fucking good!!!!

honestly, all the imagery in that excerpt has me in an absolute chokehold. the world you’re building is so clear and tangible and beautiful!!!! ugh i’m so excited for this fic, thank you for sharing this with us lil tumblr peeps 🥹💗

bri!!!!! miss sleazy!!!!!!! in MY ask box??? quoting MYYYYY silly little excerpt??? saying such incredibly kind things to me????? someone hold me i'm gonna hit the floor....

i'm so floored that you said all that my love thank you so very much!!!! i am just thrilled at hearing similar comments to this because its such a short excerpt, and i was so nervous about establishing the correct tone without revealing too much. it's such a relief knowing i've hit the nail on the head and that everyone likes it bc .... idk!!!! all of you guys being excited makes me 2,000 times more motivated to post<3

thank you again this really is so so so sweet and i just can't wait to get to posting this<3

#rage.rambles #sleazy.moot #asks

[corvidmagicae]

It stands to reason that, as someone who spends a lot of time as a bird, Bri has seen into the windows of people's homes, workplaces, and apartments. What are some of the weirdest things she's seen?

She will admit to accidentally winding up a peeping tom, but she never does it on purpose. People's houses are their private areas where they can do whatever they wish, and she'll often get an eyeful or earful of things she probably should not be privy to, as they are not things she would witness in public. Such is the life of someone who literally roosts right outside people's doors and windows. You just... witness things, sometimes.

But 'weirdest', though, is very much an opinion held in the eye of the perceive. Concerning situations like hoarder situations, domestic abuse, children watching tv shows they've been 'banned' from watching when their parents aren't home, squatters.... are all relatively normal. She's also witnessed an entire house full of Ducklet figurines, an entire Sawsbuck roaming free and the house furnished accordingly to accomidate it, a window where she could only see plants and nothing else, an entire wall full of crayon drawings...

Oh wait, she did once have herself looking back at her from a window. Literally herself, as a human. Not her reflection. That was unnerving.

#anonymous

[oldcyberpunk2077truth]

It's me again peeps it's 4AM here and I cant sleep so i'll continue my list with server boosters and the modders from there ok dick energy / position jaded - medium dick energy/versatile subleader - big dick energy/versatile zwei - hell apoliptic hole of small dick energy/bottom bri/mary - medium dick energy/bottom dogrules - medium dick energy/bottom edith - big dick energy/top ghost - medium dick energy/top key - small dick energy/bottom mitschud - robotic dick energy/virgin nora - big dick energy/bottom prince - small dick energy/top wash - medium dick energy/versatile wolv - medium dick energy/bottom

honorable mention to our banned lady wingdeer: medium dick energy/queen of bottom

Bruh. You're the best please go sleep I beg you.

[feralego]

@exspiritment

          When he arrives on the scene, he’s all business, but he’s none too happy about having to walk out of a meeting. He meets Rhett at the entrance, and the ringleader explains the chain of events leading up to the injury in great detail until Daniel cuts him off with an annoyed little thump to his temple. Nothing painful; just a silent “get on with it.”

          All he needs to know is who is hurt, where they are, and how they’re hurt. The rest is just noise to him. And Rhett finally gives him those key details as they enter the main tent.

          Bri is kneeling behind Meryem, letting her lean back against her thighs in a reclining position and stroking her hair, trying to calm her down without saying the words. But Meryem is anything but calm, still spitting colorful obscenities and trying to throw icicle daggers at Kinsey, who she blames for her fall.

          Evan is standing in front of the target of Meryem’s indignant rage, holding her hand behind his back and giving it a few gentle squeezes through the worst of it all. Over his shoulder, he suggests they leave. But Kinsey refuses to leave; she wants to be sure that Meryem will be alright. Whether it's her fault or not.

          Everyone grows quiet when they first notice Daniel’s approach. Even Meryem quickly loses her voice mid-tirade, but there’s something odd about the way it drifts away. Dreamlike. Tranquil. And not at all appropriate for someone whose femur had just snapped like a twig.

          He gestures for Susanna and Fionna to join him where he’d squatted beside his patient, instructs them where to place their hands, and they’re quick to oblige. He then has Bri adjust her hold as well before the other two pop bone back into place with not even another peep or wince from Meryem.

          Looking Meryem in the eye, he holds his hand out over the site of the break, just above her knee, asks for permission to check Susanna and Fiona’s efforts, and she begrudgingly agrees. His hands are surprisingly gentle as he feels the area, and Meryem’s calm only seems to grow even as he probes what should be the most painful parts.

          “Wiggle your toes,” he demands flatly when he’s satisfied that the bone’s been set back well enough, standing up and snapping dirt from the bottom hem of his peacoat where it had brushed against the ground.

          She does.

          “Help her up.”

          They do.

          “Can it bear weight?”

          She tests it; it can. There’s no pain. Not even a little twinge.

          “Take her home,” he tells his assistants. “Everyone else: take an hour, then get back to it.”

            Evan and Kinsey and the rest of the small crowd disperse to take their prescribed break, while Susanna, Bri, and Fionna walk Meryem to one of their cars. And that’s that.

          Daniel notices Spirit as he’s leaving, and steps off his direct path back to his car to clap his hand down on her shoulder and examine her gaze; to try to read her reaction to the day’s commotion. He doesn’t peg her as the squeamish type, not at all, but he’s still curious. If perhaps a bit morbidly so.

          “You good, ghost girl? I was going to say you’re looking awfully pale, but that’s how you always look, isn’t it?”

#exspiritment:// daniel #exspiritment #threads:// daniel #ask to tag///