#camilla can beard for him

[lemonhemlock]

my toxic trait is thinking that the secret history fix-it happy ending would have been a charles-francis-camilla throuple

#think abt it #francis has the money #camilla can beard for him #fill in the blanks #the secret history

[ccuniculusmolestus]

Bunny Corcoran: Mother, Women and Sexuality (Masterpost)

Apologies for the shitty quality screenshot, idk why their quality got butchered.

Anyway I divided this thing into IV parts.

Intro

Camilla

Marion

Henry

INTRO & DISC.

Not to be a bunny apologist literally, he's sexist piece of shit, but you know whats funny? The way this fandom absolutely REFUSES to acknowledge the fact that, despite Richard's shady ass describing Bunny as "homophobic but not in a repressed way", Bunny could very well be gay or bi at the very least. The fandom just doesn't want to see it because he doesn't form "convenient" enough ships with major characters (he does. You guys are just cowards.)

Yes I know, sexist hetero men despise women just for being women, but they view women purely through a sexual lens. But Bunny's prude ass was NOT a pervert. I mean, this is the guy that got triggered when Richard asked him about his hickey.

Yes yes sexually repressed people can act prude-ish in front of people but be total pervs when alone, but nothing at all hinted at Bunny being a pervert who viewed women as walking meat bags. I just find it weird that the only two female companions he had (Marion and Camilla, aside from Judy bcs we never see them interact) he just...didn't like them. Camilla he was good to, occasionally, in a very platonic way ("paternalistic stance").

CAMILLA

And you know what drives me crazy? In this group of 5 boys and 1 girl, Bunny was the ONLY one who was never inappropriate (sexually) or sexual with Camilla. Even the openly gay guy in the group had kissed her at least once. Even her own brother-- not finishing that. Henry slept with her too. Richard kissed her, and wanted to sleep with her. Not Bunny. Yes, Bun was cruel to her in other ways, ordering her around, saying she was intellectually inferior, but he showed ZERO romantic interest in her. Which is kind of ironic to me. The only homophobe in that group was the only one not acting straight.

MARION

With Marion, my god, the way this boy behaved.

He called her his "reason of being", the purpose of his existence, but he could barely tolerate her. She was only a clip holding him together from those parts where he was falling apart; wounds left from a neglectful mother. Lets not mention how Marion is sort of an underdeveloped image of his mother; delicate, blonde, somewhat haughty.

That bitterness he probably feels towards Kathy was then pointed to Marion. Its so freaking clear that Marion is filling the "Mother" role in Bunny's life. She's "feminine" (a trait often associated with motherhood and vice versa), she's "bossy and businesslike". I don't need to explain this, I'm sure.

But watch Bunny's reactions to her; hes submissive for the most part.

For a man who's so incredibly sexist, it doesn't make sense for him to choose such a woman as his partner, does it? Now, either Richard entirely fabricated or exaggerated Bunny's sexism in order to justify his murder, or

His "dislike" for women didn't stem from the weird sexual obsessions misogynists tend to have, but from something else. It could be, purely, his mommy issues, or something else.

You know that whole, Bunny calling Marion that title, but treating her like a chore just reflects what a big performance his relationship truly was. He didn't love Marion, perhaps he liked her, appreciated or cared for her, but he didn't love her. Marion was, like every other thing in his life, just an element to uphold an image of himself. Potential beard? Maybe.

HENRY

Bunny's true "raison d'etre" might have not existed. The only person he could be said to gave been obsessed with was, truly, Henry. And im not just saying this for the sake of it. Bunny was invested in and attached to Henry, perhaps a result of his financial dependence on him.

I don't know guys, I just don't think its normal to snoop around your best friend's things often, or make multiple attempts to read their journal--

this boy was DESPERATE to know the inner workings of Henry's mind. Mind you, this is BEFORE Bunny found out about the murder, or had reason to suspect Henry for anything. Henry's said he was always nosing around for it, and he mentioned Bunny was an "obtrusive" roommate -- meaning this was normal occurrence for him around Henry. Yes, he was also kind of like this with others (Stealing stranger's foods, stealing Charles' cooking literally as he works in the kitchen) but neither of these required a sense of interest in the person he was stealing from. It was to serve his own needs.

Bunny also shows a reluctance to lose Henry.

After their fight, he's so overwhelmed that he doesn't know how to react (mentioned by Henry himself), and his first instinct is to try and cling onto whatever shred of normalcy there was left between them. Despite knowing the numerous cruel things Henry had written about him, Bunny just took it. He stayed somewhat amiable to Henry later. Yes, yes. He got annoying about "the blackmail" (or his inability to keep his mouth shut) but Henry and Francis BOTH tell Richard that Bunny doesn't see what he's doing as "blackmail".

In fact, i think Bunny the fool was trying to get "in" on the feeling of being in on a secret. Image below is regarding that German that started following them in Rome.

But his immediate reaction of pretending everything's fine isn't the first or last time he tries to keep things cool with Henry.

Henry, despite having to deal with Bunny's worst tantrums, was still treated with a degree of respect that seemed to be reserved only for him. Was he afraid of Henry? Hell no.

Bunny was never afraid of insulting Henry, or fighting with him. But he rarely ever got personal with him. Yes yes he complained about the money and every little thing, but the way he went after the rest of the class? Targeting their weaknesses? He would've known Henry's weakness, he was perceptive enough. But he didn't. He still treated Henry with respect. Deference. Described as "polite submission and respect".

With Henry, Bunny was totally emotionally vulnerable. Henry reactedd explosively twice during their arguments. The first is when he slapped Bunny so hard that he "left a big white mark on his cheek", and the second where he broke that chair when Bunny was fighting him in his room. Despite losing control, Henry maintained a level of composure. Bunny never did. He became hysterical each time, screaming and becoming violent the first time, but sobbing himself to sleep (IN HENRYS BED) the second time.

He slept in his bed. There was literally no reason for him to do that.

Except maybe he craved closure. Maybe he just missed his best friend. Maybe he was too shaken up to move from his spot.

And I don't want none of you fools being all "Henry didn't gaf about Bunny."

This is Henry's reaction to Richard essentially saying "You thought Bunny wouldn't be a problem??" And then reiterating that they're old friends.

Do you even understand the implications of that last line? Bunny, whose entire being was hidden under a carefully crafted persona, admitted his family's SHORTCOMINGS with HENRY. Bunny, whose image was everything for him. Perhaps his image WAS his raison d'etre. Bunny, who lived life as an illusion of his true self, projecting away his insecurities. Bunny, who would never admit that he was poor, that his family was flawed in any way, told Henry this. How many more things do you think he confessed, or what other parts of his past and home did he reveal?

Yes, he could have just been telling Henry those things to mooch him off, but he also mooched off his other friends.they didn't know a thing. Marion, who I believe his family hadn't met yet (?) Probably didn't even know. Amd if youre from a dysfunctional home, you already know the only people you've told about your home are special, hand-picked.

Henry was also the first and only person Bunny told about Camilla/Charles.

Perhaps it hurt him, being left out of such a major events of Henry's life because Bunny was sharing practically everything with him.

Alls I'm saying is, Henry meant more to Bunny than most people realize (and dare I say, vice versa), and the only reason people don't see it is because RICHARD didn't see it (fool saw the potential of the dynamic but then was like "nah bunny's too ugly for that").

Bunny was most definitely either a repressed bisexual/gay man, and you cannot change my mind. And while his hatred of women is vile and inexcusable, it stemmed from a place of deep personal issues and insecurities.

Anyway. I'm done rambling LOL.

#MAN I KIND OF HYPERFIXATED ONNTHIS POST MY BAD #i hope i converted some poor soul out there to winterbunny #RICHARD SLANDER FOREVER #tsh #henry winter #tsh donna tartt #winterbunny #the secret history #winterhare #camilla macaulay #richard papen #bunny corcoran #marion barnbridge #katherine corcoran

[enchantedchocolatebars]

I suddenly remembered all your posts about Camila's reactions to the appearance of Beardo Philip and an idea struck me.

As usual, Belos Redemption AU, Philip lives in Noseda's House with the HexSquad, they all cool with him.

Fic - Belos discovers that he can change his appearance and turns into Beardo Phillip. He is so happy that he looks young again, but he is worried about strange reactions and looks from Camilla. Is she sick?

Hairy Bodies Are Hot

Camila's car took a turn into the Gravesfield Playhouse parking lot as she searched for a place to park.

Once she did, she put her car in reverse and backed into the open space.

Next to the theater entrance was a floor stand with a poster framed inside that read "Auditions."

Another poster, which was framed on one of the windows of the theatrical building, had the words "Gravesfield's Greatest Witch Hunters: A Tale Of The Brothers Wittebane" labeled in big bold letters above a picture of the Wittebane Brothers' statues.

Turning the car off, Camila removed the keys from the ignition and placed them in the armrest cup holder beside her.

She then offered a smile to Belos Philip, who was sitting in the front passenger seat next to her.

Despite this being his first ever audition, Philip didn't seem to show any signs of being nervous.

"Now Philip," Camila said as she began her pep-talk to the former witch hunter, closing her eyes.

"Remember, when you walk in there, do so with your head held high and show the casting director your most confident and professional self, but avoid boasting. Next, you'll want to make sure that..."

As Camila continued to give her good advice to Philip, she failed to notice the swift transformation taking place in her presence.

"... Finally, and this is important, you have to..."

The first thing Camila saw upon opening her eyes caused them to widen, red immediately rushing to her cheeks.

"Aaaa!" Camila shrieks in terror at the younger man now sitting in the passenger seat.

He was wearing Philip's coat, along with a bushy brown beard and an adorable smile as he looked at the mother.

"Wh-What's going on?" Camila asked the man as her eyes quickly shifted for something to pick up and protect herself with if needed.

Her la chancla was at home.

"Wh-Where's Philip? What have you done with him, you..."

She proceeded to slowly look him up and down. "Handsome stranger?"

Camila bit her tongue a little too late as she mentally facepalmed at her last sentence.

Did she really just call him that?

The brunette released a small chuckle. "Camila, my dear, whatever do you mean? I'm right here," he told her.

Camila did a double take as she blinked. "P-Philip?! That's... you?!" she asked. "But how?!"

"Last week, I discovered a method to modify my appearance. If I want to obtain the role as my younger self, one of the best ways to do so is to look the part," he explained in a charming voice that Camila found absolutely irresistible.

She felt her form melt like butter in a pan.

Philip refused to stand for the nonsensical injustice that was presented in Masha's hayride story at the Halloween festival.

"O-Oh! Okay then! That makes sense. Well, break a leg," Camila awkwardly wished Philip with a flushed face as he got out of the car.

He smiled at her kindly once more.

"Thank you," Philip said, closing the door.

As he walked toward the playhouse building, Camila continued to stare at him, her blush growing stronger.

...

"S-So, how did it go?" Camila asked Philip as he stepped back into the car.

His smile was brimming with pure, genuine excitement as he shut the door. "I was given the role of myself!" he beamed, buckling up.

"The director had nothing but praise for my performance."

Camila smiled at the news, her face still warm. "That's great, Philip. I'm so happy for you."

Philip shortly took notice of Camila's red face, concern soon crossing on his own.

He gently grasped her chin as he observed her flushed features, which caught her off guard, and a surprised squeak escaped her.

"Your face is terribly red, love. You're not becoming ill, are you?" he gently asked.

Camila swiftly shook her head and pulled away, quickly grabbing her keys and starting the car.

"O-Of course not!" she responded.

Once she carefully drove forward and turned her steering wheel, Camila commenced driving.

"I just forgot to turn on the AC when you left," she chuckled nervously.

...

"Ch-Chest hair," Camila whispered while in the laundry room, holding a familiar dress shirt that she was about to toss into the washing machine.

It was the same one that Philip wore yesterday and was sprinkled with brown body hair.

Someone was obviously shedding.

Camila tightened her grip on the shirt as she began to blush.

"S-So hairy...," she whispered to herself.

#ask #asks #anon #anonymous #the owl house #owl house #toh #emperor belos #belos #philip wittebane #old man belos #beardo philip #moldy crumpet husbando #belosfanstakeover #camielos #camila x belos #belos x camila #camilip #camila x philip #philip x camila #request #requests #fanfic #fanfics #fanfiction #fanfictions #camila noceda #writing #my writing

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

inspired by the "Lance and Magnus reacting to cheesy magic-based flirts and occasional comments on their 'wand' from their spouse"

hc that the lovely magic-using bachelors Magnus and Lance tend to use temporary soundproofing charms on the farm house bedroom before certain.. activities..

after particularly long/stressful days for Magnus and Lance, they may return home and quickly start working on placing that temporary charm, with the farmer immediately understanding what events are about to occur and sitting up eagerly like "👀"

...I can imagine a quiet "ah" of slight-intimidation if they see that their husband is making the charm stronger than usual, and also reinforcing it to hold for longer-

- 🐇

🌚

Heeheeheee.... (Have some a little crappy short stories and thanks for the ask, bunny anon! ❤️🫰)

Warning: adult talk, mention of sex

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Yoba knows Magnus had put up with it for a long time, probably longer than any of his colleagues had to deal with Camilla, his friend and colleague, who also happened to be the head witch of Castle Village. He had tolerated all her idiotic nicknames for him, all her silly pranks, tolerated everything as long as she was doing her job perfectly.

But to openly disrupt an important meeting with the heads of the Ministry of Magic was too much. And the fact that many people looked at Magnus as if he was to blame for Camilla's behavior (what is he, her babysitter?!) was the last straw in Magnus's patience. Naturally, Rasmodius was in a foul mood.

"Blasted woman! How can one behave childishly at important councils...?" Magnus wanted to tell his spouse absolutely everything what he thought about Camilla, this frivolous and ill-mannered witch with her ridiculous puns and teasing, but Farmer's deft fingers, which massaged his tired shoulders and neck, made his tirade evaporate.

"Tough day, hmm?" Farmer's sympathetic voice immediately soothed their purple-haired lover. They listened to Magnus' purr with delight as the wizard's tense muscles relaxed under the skillful fingers. Finishing the massage, the Farmer added, "Perhaps I can help you relax?"

Opening his eyes, Magnus smiled blissfully at his love and kissed them gratefully.

"Yes, I think you can help me with that. I'll be right back."

The wizard rose from the kitchen table and headed for the second floor, where their bedroom was located. The Farmer didn't pay much attention to it and went back to pleasant tea drinking, waiting for Magnus to return. But what caught the attention of Stardew Valley's most chaotic farmer was the familiar red light from the bedroom and the sounds of a spell that made the Farmer's eyes widen slightly.

Oh, they know exactly what it is.

For them two, making love to relieve stress, to relax, or just when they're in a good mood is quite ordinary, but a couple of months ago Magnus (even though he and Farmer had been together for a long time - it was not without some embarrassment) suggested to 'spice up' their.... activity in bed with a couple of magic tricks. The young Farmer still didn't understand how it worked, but the result was noticeable - their night "runs" could last quite a long, long time, and without any noise complains from the neighbors.

Farmer was pouring tea now and then, squelching a little louder than usual and not taking their eyes off the stairs that led to the bedroom. The light, however, in addition to the red hues, had turned a more burgundy color, which surprised them. After a moment, Magnus finally came back down to the kitchen, his fatigue gone and a sly grin on his face that made Farmer shudder, either from anticipation and excitement.

"Something wrong with the spell, dear?" Farmer's voice trembled slightly as Magnus stepped up to them and kissed their neck gently. His thick beard pleasantly tickled Farmer's tender skin.

"On the contrary, my love. I've decided to add a few extra hours and stronger soundproofing when we get started." Now, Rasmodius gave them a very sly and playful smile, enjoying watching the Farmer's reaction and how they exhaled a single 'oh'.

Never would Farmer have thought that they would be in any way grateful to Camilla for pissing Magnus off again with her teasing and stupid jokes.

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A whole week on duty in Castle Village.... Lance understood perfectly well the seriousness of the situation with the monsters and was always ready to help Alesia and other adventurers. Yet a whole week away from the Stardew Valley, place that had become his home... Away from the farm, away from the green trees and flowers. Away from the person he loved. For a whole week.....

The second-in-command of The First Slash clan was so focused on the mission that it wasn't until the end of the week, back home on the farm, that he felt his own tired muscles and homesickness. Especially for the Farmer.

He didn't catch Farmer at home, though, only a note that they would be back from Pelican Town soon and a plate of still-hot and delicious tropical curry. Lance finished his meal with relish, but he found himself worrying about his last mission: although it had been a success, the unpleasant residue of defending the post from monsters was still there.

All bad thoughts immediately vanished, however, when the front door opened and a familiar silhouette appeared on the threshold.

"Welcome back, Lance." Ah, the Farmer's embrace, which the tired pink-haired adventurer missed so much, the voice of his favorite person that made him smile sincerely. If it had been Lance's will - he would have spent hours on end listening only to Farmer, their stories of adventures, work on the farm or just chattering about everything. Today, however, he also planned to hear other sounds from his dearest spouse... mostly moans.

Lance told the Farmer briefly about how his week in Castle Village had gone. After finishing the story, both of them decided to finally enjoy each other's company, leaving all the bad thoughts behind.

"Any plans for tonight?", the Farmer trailed their hands over Lance's back, watching him sink from the touch and caress.

"Hmmm... I think I have an idea." Lance smiled radiantly at Farmer and kissed them on the lips, slow and sweet. Pulling away from his partner's lips, he continued, "Why don't you wait in the living room for five minutes? I'll call you soon."

A little less than five minutes had passed when there was the sound of magic in the next room, a sound that was very familiar to the Farmer. It was no longer a secret to them that many wizards and witches use various things from the magical world for their love needs, and it wasn't limited to simple love spells or love potions. There's a lot deeper here than it seems, because magical people are people too, and they too want to diversify their pleasurable time in bed. Lance was no exception.

A moment later, though, Farmer also saw a purple light exploring from the bedroom, which was new to them. Before they could think what that might mean, Lance appeared right behind the Farmer, putting his arm around their waist. Teleport, of course.

"I was thinking that stronger soundproofing for the bedroom will be necessary tonight," Lance whispered in their ear and bit the lobe slightly with his teeth, listening with pleasure to the hitched breathing of his favorite person. With impatience and anticipation of an unforgettable night, the farmer's heartbeat quickened.

"I missed you so much," the pink-haired man whispered again, finally taking his dearest spouse to their bed.

#sve #stardew valley expanded #stardew valley #sdv #sve lance #sdv wizard #sdv rasmodius #sve magnus #magnus rasmodius #sve headcanon #thanks for the ask!

[nerdieforpedro]

You're not Broken

Frankie Morales x plus size female reader

Fanfiction: Teens and up

Masterlist / Francisco “Catfish” Morales Masterlist

Approx word count: ~2200 (I edited a bit after starting my draft post.)

Warnings: references to smut, descriptions of past violent traumatic events, depression, PTSD, minor physical altercation (wasn't intentional), anxiety, self-deprecation, Fluff at the end

Notes: I'm happy to finally have a fic for Frankie Friday! In many of my fics as of late, the angst has been HEAVY, this one is no exception. I tried to include all the warnings I thought would apply, please let me know if I need to add anything. I think at some point depending on what weird, painful, happy or fun path life has taken you down, we all may feel broken at some point.

We're not, we're just humans in an imperfect world just trying to figure it out.

The same question had been nagging your thoughts for the past month, “Why doesn’t he let me sleep over at his house?” You’d been with your boyfriend Frankie for three months, getting to know each other, having mind-blowing sex and having a great time so you thought. You’d even met his daughter, Camilla, who was an adorable two year old toddler a few times. Frankie would sleep at your place, playing big spoon to your little spoon, his strong arms wrapped around you, his chin and scruffy beard against your shoulder and neck. You’ve been to the man’s house, just haven’t stayed overnight in it. You realize it’s dumb, thinking too hard about this, you’ve only been together three months, it’s not that long, but it’s also not that short either, at least to you. He makes sure you get home safe from your dates and calls to let you know he’s in his house safe. 

One night, you decide that tonight you’re going to ask him why, why he doesn’t want you in his house overnight. Frankie doesn’t offer an explanation, only that he didn’t realize that it was that important to you. Instantly, you feel like an idiot for bringing it up. He assures you you’re not and you both go off to bed, sleep soundly and he cooks you breakfast. Slowly, you spend more nights at his house, but it was one particular night within the week you had been staying overnight at Frankie’s house why he was hesitant to have you over.

It turns out, Franscico Morales is a man with layers, like an onion. He hates that analogy because his friend Santiago says it too often and Benny mentions that his feet smell like onions, anyone’s feet would after wearing heavy boots all day with no breathable material. He’s a kind man, a loving partner and a doting father. He was also a soldier in the Special Forces of the US Army. This left him with blemishes on his mind and frayed his soul, he tries to remember he’s not that man anymore and has moved on, left that behind. As a concept, he understands, but his body and soul never forget what he did in the name of his country. Most times, he can keep busy to stave off the intrusive thoughts, the fears, the self-loathing, the guilt of surviving, the blood he can still see on his hands and head shots he made. Even flying, something Frankie loves doing which lead him to the army, reminds him of his past, moving his comrades bodies to and fro, sometimes they were alive, sometimes not. Frankie has talked to some people about it, some at the VA, and those he served with, but it’s a struggle each day. He is happy though, his daughter lights up his world and so do you, his new girlfriend who he does want to see when he wakes up.

Instead, Frankie sometimes sees the faces of those left behind, those who he couldn’t save, other times, it might just be blood or his old comrade Tom on that damn mountain a hole in his fucking head. He doesn’t want to burden you with this quite yet, things are new, they’re good. He can’t bear for you to walk away as others have, scared of him, feeling he’s defective in some way. Even Camila’s mother felt that way about him, she told him he’s a wonderful father but a haunted man that can’t let anyone in. That stuck with Frankie in the subsequent years.

Now he’s here, happy that you’re lying next to him, but wondering when it will happen. When his mind will fail him again and he’ll see the past horrors taunt him once more. Thankfully you’re a heavy sleeper, he was sure that he had woken you at your place when he got up in the middle of the night and went for a walk, sat on the couch, read one of your books, scrolled through his phone and then when he was near exhausted, he climbed back into bed. You were never the wiser though, you’d wake up with that gorgeous smile and ask him how he slept, give him a kiss and ask him what he wanted to eat. It was as it should be, no nightmares, no horrid dreams, no violent visions, maybe he got three or four hours of sleep tops, but it was next to someone who treated him like he was normal. He had found that he slept slightly better at your place so he was hoping to keep that going as long as possible. The veteran would get up to four and a half hours of sleep consecutively at your home

Tonight in Frankie’s house was fine, better then fine actually because once again, he made you say nothing but his name for at least an hour. After you both came down from your highs, your boyfriend wiped you down per his routine. If there was one thing you had learned about Frankie, unless he approves, don’t disrupt his routine. He takes special care to wipe you down first then himself, encourages you to use the bathroom followed by himself. Then the pair of you got into bed, his big spoon to your little spoon. A lovely end to a lovely evening. 

Except at one in the morning, you heard whispering. Frankie’s large hands weren’t on your round belly or wide thighs, instead, he had them wrapped around himself as sweat dotted his brow. An unfamiliar grimace was on his face as he mumbled something you couldn’t make out, it didn’t sound like words. You reached to touch his shoulder and he snapped back, he looked at you but his eyes were wide and unfocused. One of his hands grabbed your wrist as he draped you out of bed, he crouched behind the bedroom door. You didn’t say anything at first, shocked by what was happening but you started calling his name, first Frankie which he didn’t answer to, then you tried Francisco, he still gave you nothing. He was rattling off numbers now which were nonsensical. Finally you tried Sergeant Morales which got him to focus on you finally.

It took him a minute, but he recognized you and gasped in horror. Frankie didn’t remember getting out of the bed or grabbing you, ‘a new horror has happened’ he thought as he released your wrist. You actually hadn’t felt your hand for the last few minutes and now that he wasn’t putting any pressure on it, your wrist throbbed in pain, you winced but didn’t want to scare Frankie more than you already assumed that he was. He turned to head toward the kitchen but you stopped him.

“Wait, don’t go. I’m alright Frankie.”

“No you’re not cariño. Look at your wrist…I…”

“You didn’t mean to. I know you would never mean to. Is this…” You paused, taking a deep breath before asking. “Is this why you didn’t want me to sleepover?”

Frankie looks away for a moment, closing his eyes. Is this the moment he loses you? You say it’s fine but like hell it is. He knows your wrist hurts and you’ll be lucky if it doesn’t bruise by morning. You’re one of two people he wanted to be his best self for, you and his daughter, but he’s failed. Shown you what the outcome can be if his mind plays serious enough games with him. He looks into your patient eyes and nods. “Yes. Though not as severe as tonight was, most nights I…I don’t sleep well.”

You surprise him by embracing him, wrapping your soft body against him with your arms around him, massaging his back. “I’m glad I now know Frankie. We’re supposed to be up front with each other right?”

Frankie laid his head on your shoulder, placing a soft kiss on your round shoulder, he was in your arms and felt better, still guilty but better. Maybe you wouldn’t leave right away, he’d have time to convince you to stay at least.

“Frankie, let’s go back to bed, but I’ll be the big spoon this time.” His body stiffened, that was not part of the routine, his regimen with you. Before he could mention this, you’d pulled him back to bed and laid down, patting the pillow beside yourself. The man sighed and laid next to you in bed, giving in to your whim. He rolled on his side and felt your body against his, though your arms, especially your sore wrist didn’t quite make it around him due to the broadness of his back. 

“Cariño, I think we should switch positions. Doesn’t your wrist hurt like that?” You knew Frankie wasn’t wrong, it still pulsed with pain, though slightly less since it had been a few minutes. You decided to turn on your back and patted your chest.

“Lay here then. No funny business though, we have work in the morning.” A playful grin spread across your lips. Frankie let out a happy huff and laid his head on your tender breasts as his chest lay across half your plush belly. One hand patted your head, his fingers rubbing your scalp as his other hand squeezed your hip. 

“This is a lot better. You sure you can sleep like this though? Are you comfortable?” Your boyfriend asked, that was the man you knew, always concerned for your well being, even when you’re trying to get him settled.

“Yes, I can sleep through you having horrible dreams most nights.” You closed your eyes, realizing that may have been a cutting statement to make, but it was mainly directed at yourself. He’s been suffering like this and you didn’t know, slept happily without a care because you don’t remember your dreams but he does and it’s detrimental for him. “Sorry, I just…I would have tried to help you sooner you know. I get why you didn’t tell me. It’s a hellova thing to deal with Frankie.” You feel his body start to relax and to put more of his weight on you, he’s accepting of the position at least, you’re hopeful that it can get him back to sleep with minimal issue.

“Thank you cariño. I don’t deserve your understanding or your kindness.” A small acknowledgement comes from Frankie, though it makes you frown. He shouldn’t speak of himself that way, it’s not his fault his mind is in this state, it took years to become this. You had an arm that was laying across the pillows, above his shoulder, you bent it to place his scalp in your palm grasping and releasing his soft curls.

With a kiss placed on his forehead you told him, “You’re not broken Frankie. You’re entitled to so much from life. I love you and I won’t hear you talk about yourself like that. You’re too important to me.” A heat rose from your cheeks and spread throughout your body, you might burst into flames. You just told this man you loved him and you’ve only been dating him three months, that seems a bit soon. Even if a real tender moment is happening right now, that could sour it a bit or weird it out. You stayed perfectly still, closing your eyes to avoid the look on his face whatever it was. You worry too much.

Frankie is ecstatic with this turn of events. In fact, he too was wondering if it was too soon. Your plush body he loses himself in, your melodic voice where it always sounds like you’re singing his name, Camilla appeared to like you - she didn’t do the stranger danger and waddle away, you make him laugh, his friends liked you, you were aware of his past transporting discretion and although you didn’t excuse it completely, understood that he was trying to make ends meet at the time, enjoyed how comfortable he could be with you even in silence. Why shouldn’t he tell you that he loves you, especially now that you’ve said it first, though he did want to beat you to that originally. Francisco popped his chin up to look at you, your eyes were closed and he snickered, he had horrible dreams and you spun too many things inside that pretty head of yours.

“Look at me, Cariño,” he waited until you made eye contact with him. This was important after all, “I love you too and I also thought it was too soon. We’re on the same page most of the time. Stop spinning and sleep.” A small peck landed on the top of your breast before he laid his head back down.

Soon both of your respirations slowed and you slept until the morning. Frankie did not wake during the night or need an early morning walk. He had the best sleep he’d had in years. You were ecstatic to see him the next morning actually looking well rested for once, sitting on the side of the bed as he said good morning to you. Your hands pressed against his back as did your cheek - a wonderful start to the day for you both.

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[300yearschallenge]

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4 I Part 5

"My God!" Charles Elias said. "That's awful! The poor girl..."

"Oh, yes, yes," the maid said, "Very tragic. But to see a troll! Could you imagine? There's whispers she might be cursed, troll-touched as she is."

"Are you done?" A voice rang out across the kitchen and a bolt of ice ran down Charles Elias' spine.

"Oh, Laura!" The maid said. "This young man here was waiting for you."

"I can see that," Laura said, glaring daggers at the maid, "You didn't think to come fetch me?"

"Oh, no," the maid said, "I was sure you would turn up soon enough. Besides, the poor man ought to know what he's getting himself into, don't you think?"

Laura and the maid both turned to look at Charles Elias at once, and he desperately wished for the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

"I see..." Laura said. "So he's a gossip too, then? That's good to know."

"A gossip, hah!" The maid laughed. "He seems perfectly fine to me. Don't you agree, young man?"

"Uh--"

"Oh, forget it!" Laura snapped. "Come on, Mr. Park. We're leaving."

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4 I Part 5

Summary of Part 3:

The maid told Charles Elias about an incident in Laura's childhood. Her and her mother and father had been traveling by wagon back home when their horse startled and the wagon fell off a cliff. In the aftermath only Laura survived, albeit wounded, and when she was rescued she told people that what had startled their horse had been a troll.

Historical Info

Let's talk about trolls and superstition!

Art by John Bauer (1882 - 1915)

So the troll in Scandinavian folklore/superstition is a creature of the wilderness. There's like a quintillion different troll stories and their appearances and behaviour can be quite varied from place to place, story to story. Sometimes they're hostile, sometimes they're friendly. Sometimes they're human-like, sometimes they're very not.

In The Genre of Trolls by Camilla Asplund Ingemark, she summaries the varied views of trolls based on location in the following way:

"The Central Swedish trolls dwell in mountains, those in Southern Sweden inhabit mounds, and Norwegian trolls live in the high mountains. The looks of the troll may be pictured in various ways, but its ugliness is a common feature. In Central Sweden the troll can be of human height, whereas the Northern and Western parts of the country favour huge trolls (Hartmann 1936: 60–65)"

Since there's a lot of research that has been done into folklore by smarter minds than me, I won't make any further proclamations on the workings of trolls as a whole. Other than to keep in mind that views and stories were varied and different, but the throughline seems to be that trolls are often to be feared and avoided.

In the story of what happened to Laura's family we have a horrific and traumatising accident attributed to a troll. Obviously trolls aren't actually real (although Laura and others believe them to be) and so whatever she truly saw was most likely twisted by trauma and injury into something she had heard of in stories.

In my pictures I chose to have the troll look like a mix between a goat and a man, inspired by the following quotes from the previously quoted text:

"The ambiguity between human and animal characteristics is an important one"

&

"One troll from the Åland Islands shows itself as a he-goat with terrible horns and a beard enveloping the entire hill where it lives (SLS 59: 48–49)"

It intentionally looks almost like very typical depictions of the Devil, since after Sweden became Christian "the troll was assimilated into the image of the Devil"

Now you may be wondering why Laura is being treated so poorly when she was simply the victim of a horrible accident (and supposed troll encounter).

Partially this is just basic human cruelty. Laura, for one reason or another, was seen as an acceptable person to mistreat.

It is also a matter of people fearing those who have had encounters with trolls. People surviving a troll encounter can be viewed in a few different ways. Sometimes they are simply victims of unfortunate circumstances, other times they are transgressors who get punished.

Often in the stories mentioned by The Genre of Trolls the people who have encounters with trolls where they survive (relatively) unscathed are in some ways tied to the trolls. Whether it be a troll expecting a future favour or gift, or wishing to re-capture a previous victim. Sometimes in stories where someone has a non-deadly encounter with a troll they may be gifted a "second sight" of sorts, allowing them to see through troll-made illusions or tricks. In these cases the people are "trapped between different versions of otherness, first a supranormal otherness, then a socially defined alienness".

In Laura's case she is not quite thought to possess any supernatural abilities, but the people in the village see her as someone who could be at risk of either a repeated troll encounter (which could put others at risk) or someone who could unknowingly owe the troll something since she lived when others didn't.

In essence her being mistreated by others is them seeing her connection to trolls as a sort of 'otherness', and as we all know many people in the past and now don't appreciate those who do not fit in.

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[submissivegayfrenchboy]

09 / 05 / 2023

🇺🇲🇬🇧 ENGLISH / ANGLAIS 🇬🇧🇺🇲

MAN OF THE DAY #68 : PRINCE WILLIAM

The MAN OF THE DAY is Prince William of Wales. Why did I never talked about him? 😳 He is one of my first crush, because I was so pleased to know that Prince Charming really existed in real life and not just in fairytales.

Prince William is the eldest son of the actual King Charles III of England and his first wife Lady Diana Spencer. Prince William was born in 1982, so he is currently 40 and honestly still looks as good as he did when he was 20.

Yes, it's true, he looked like a real prince charming with his soft blond hair inherited from his mother the sublime Lady Diana.

As you can see in the photos I included to illustrate this article, he have very long feet that I would be honored to worship (I'm sure his feet are longer than my face), but also a nice smile, blond hair that looks good with his perfect face (even though he lost his hairs now), and he is also really very sexy with a beard that makes him really masculine.

Many people fantasized about him when he was young and had lots of hair. However, I discovered Prince William during his marriage to the magnificent Catherine (and I insist, her name is "Catherine" and not "Kate"!) Middleton.

At that time, Prince William already had very little hair but yet he was very attractive because he was tall (he is 1.91m tall, he is the tallest man in his family, and he got that from his big brother. -paternal father), but also distinguished, elegant and sober, graceful and masculine.

You just have to see photos of his muscular body, of his arms, because even if he is not very muscular, he is still divine with this body. Every part of his body deserves to be sniffed, kissed and licked, and I would gladly do that.

He forms with his wife Catherine a very beautiful couple, and of course I would have liked to be married by him, or else to be their child. If I had been the son of Prince William, I would be a very obedient boy, and I might have fallen in love with my own father!

When I see derivative products bearing his image, I want to buy them, like this Funko Pop that I regret not having bought when I saw it in store!

I would admire and kiss it everyday, wishing I could do the same irl.

I would like to become English just to tell myself that I am King William V's subject and that he is my King! 👑 I worship him so much

I found that the Prince of Wales was really very noble during the coronation of his father Charles III and his mother-in-law Camilla. Have you watched the royal coronation? I do. In full. The Prince was so handsome, and his wife Catherine and their children too.

I would so love to be able to kiss Prince William of Wales, massage his body and simply be at his service.

That's why I planned a story about him, of which here is an excerpt.

"

Rid of the magnificent but cumbersome ceremonial outfit worn at the coronation of his father and his mother-in-law, the Prince was going to dress more comfortably. Sitting on a servant's face didn't bother him because he could fart at any moment.

Servant Larry was massaging the tense and tired yet muscular shoulders of the sublime Prince.

LARRY: "Your Royal Highness is tense. Relax, Your Highness, please."

HRH PRINCE WILLIAM OF WALES: "Hum.... Larry.... Press more... That's good my boy.... Your prince is satisfied by you".

The Prince's feet were of a beauty that one could cry with happiness while admiring them. Touching them was like stroking satin. Seeing them was like looking at a work of art. Smelling them was like smelling the most fragrant of roses. Kissing them was like discovering love, the purest of loves. Licking them was like tasting the most delicate, tastiest, most nutritious dish.

HRH PRINCE WILLIAM OF WALES: "My feet are exhausted. Lick them for me, please."

The princely feet were slender but so tall that they exceeded the size of his footlicking servant's head.

THE PRINCE OF WALES'S FEET LICKER : "Thank you so much for allowing my tongue to touch Your Highness' sublime feet."

He began by sniffing the feet, but not too long so as not to keep the Prince waiting. He kissed them so that the Prince would get used to the touch of his mouth on his feet. Then, he took out his tongue and slid it along the foot, he licked along the sole and went up to finish with a kiss. The purpose was to moisten the feet to make them more flexible after being locked in these elegant but flat and rigid shoes.

"

So I hope that makes you want to read more of the story about His Royal Highness Prince William of Wales.

If there are things you would like me to include, let me know. I already have a script prepared, but I would be curious to know what you would like to do with the Prince, or what opinion you have of him.

Kind, handsome, funny, generous, to me Prince William is perfect.

👑🤴👑🤴👑🤴👑🤴👑🤴👑🤴👑🤴👑🤴

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🇨🇵 FRANÇAIS / FRENCH 🇨🇵

HOMME DU JOUR #68 : PRINCE WILLIAM

L'HOMME DU JOUR est le Prince William de Galles. Pourquoi n'ai-je jamais parlé de lui ? 😳 Il est l'un de mes premiers coups de coeur, car j'étais tellement content de savoir qu'un Prince Charmant existe vraiment dans la vraie vie et pas seulement dans les contes de fées. Le prince William est le fils aîné de l'actuel roi Charles III d'Angleterre et de sa première épouse, Lady Diana Spencer.

Le Prince William est né en 1982, il a donc actuellement 40 ans et honnêtement il est toujours aussi beau que lorsqu'il avait 20 ans. Oui, c'est vrai, il ressemblait à un vrai prince charmant avec ses doux cheveux blonds hérités de sa mère la sublime Lady Diana.

Comme vous le voyez sur les photos que j'ai inclue pour illustrer cet article, il avait un beau sourire, des cheveux blonds qui allaient avec son visage, et puis il est aussi vraiment très sexy avec une barbe qui le rend vraiment masculin. Beaucoup de gens fantasmaient sur lui quand il était jeune et avait pleins de cheveux.

Pourtant, j'ai découvert le Prince William lors de son mariage avec la magnifique Catherine (et j'insiste, elle s'appelle "Catherine" et non pas "Kate"!) Middleton. À ce moment là, le Prince William n'avait déjà plus beaucoup de cheveux mais pourtant il était très attirant car grand (il mesure 1 m 91, il est l'homme le plus grand de sa famille, et il tient ça de son grand-père paternel), mais aussi distingué, élégant et sobre, gracieux et masculin.

Il n'y a qu'à voir des photos de son corps musclé, de ses bras, car même s'il n'est pas très musclé il n'en reste pas moins divin avec ce corps. Tout chez lui mérite d'être lèché, reniflé et embrassé car il est un dieu vivant.

Il forme avec son épouse Catherine un très beau couple, et bien sûr j'aurais aimé être épousé par lui, ou alors être leur enfant. Si j'avais été le fils du Prince William, je serai un garçon très obéissant, et je serai peut-être tombé amoureux de mon propre père ! 😍

Quand je vois des produits dérivés à son effigie, j'ai envie de les acheter, à l'image de ce Funko Pop que je regrette de ne pas avoir acheté lorsque je l'avais vu en boutique ! J'aimerais devenir Anglais juste pour me dire que je suis son sujet et qu'il est mon Roi ! 👑J'ai trouvé que le Prince de Galles était vraiment très noble lors du sacre de son père Charles III et de sa belle-mère Camilla. Avez-vous regardé le sacre royal ? Moi oui. En entier. Le Prince était tellement beau, et son épouse Catherine et leurs enfants aussi.

J'aimerais tellement pouvoir embrasser le Prince William de Galles, masser son corps et tout simplement être à son service.

C'est pourquoi j'ai prévu une histoire sur lui, dont voici un extrait.

"

Débarrassé de la magnifique mais encombrante tenue d'apparat porté au sacre de son père et de sa belle-mère, le Prince allait s'habiller de manière plus confortable. S'asseoir sur le visage d'un serviteur ne le dérangeait pas car il pouvait péter à tout instant.

Le domestique Larry massait les épaules tendues et fatigués mais néanmoins musclés du sublime Prince.

LARRY : "Votre Altesse Royale est tendu. Détendez-vous, Votre Altesse, s'il-vous-plaît."

SAR PRINCE WILLIAM DE GALLES : "Hum.... Larry.... Appuie plus... Voilà c'est bien mon garçon.... Ton prince est content de toi".

Deux serviteurs étaient prosternés à ses pieds pour retirer ses chaussures et ses chaussettes. Une fois que les chaussures et les longues chaussettes du Prince William furent retirées, les deux soumis des pieds étaient occupés à embrasser les pieds du Prince.

Ils commencèrent par humer les pieds, mais pas trop longtemps pour ne pas faire attendre le Prince. Ils les ont embrasser pour que le Prince se réhabitue au contact des bouches sur ses pieds. Puis, ils ont sortit leurs langues et les firent glisser le long des pieds, ils léchaient le long des semelle et remontaient pour finir par un baiser. Le but était d'humidifier les pieds pour les rendre plus souples après avoir été enfermés dans ces chaussures élégantes mais plates et rigides.

SON ALTESSE ROYALE LE PRINCE WILLIAM DE GALLES : "Mes pieds sont exténués. Lécher les pour moi, je vous prie."

LE LÉCHEUR DE PIEDS DU PRINCE DE GALLES : "Merci infiniment de permettre à ma langue de toucher les sublimes pieds de Votre Altesse."

Les pieds du Prince étaient d'une beauté que l'on pouvait pleurer de bonheur en les admirant. Les toucher, c'était comme caresser du satin. Les voir, c'était comme contempler une œuvre d'art. Les sentir, c'était comme humer la plus odorante des roses. Les embrasser, c'était comme découvrir l'amour, le plus pur des amours. Les lécher, c'était comme déguster le met le plus délicat, le plus goutu, le plus nourrissant. Les pieds princiers étaient fins mais tellement grands qu'ils dépassaient la taille de la tête de son serviteur lécheur de pieds.

"

J'éspère que cela vous donnera envie de lire l'histoire complète sur Son Altesse Royale le Prince William de Galles, que je vénère.

S'il y a des choses que vous aimeriez que j'inclue, faites le moi savoir. J'ai déjà un scénario préparé, mais je serais curieux de savoir ce que vous aimeriez faire au Prince, ou quel opinion vous avez sur lui.

Beau, drôle, gentil, digne, pour moi le Prince William est parfait.

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[talesfromaurea]

Tales from Aurea - Session 2 Now Posted!

Hello, friends. Session 2 - Lost is now posted in full on Royal Road. As always, you can read the chapter at this link here, and an excerpt under the cut. Enjoy!

Chapter Summary: The companions are approached by an elderly woman begging them to help her find her lost son. But what starts as a straight-forward quest will catapult them into a hidden world of vying powers that they won't soon find their way out of.

Taglist (ask to be +/-): @drippingmoon, @kainablue, @splashinkling, @space-writes, @aroyalpaininthecass

Curious what this story is about? Check out the WIP Introduction here

Jo slammed the mug down, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. “That’s another one for me!” she announced, tearing off a piece of brown bread and popping it into her mouth triumphantly.

“Damn!” Leif gasped, droplets of beer dribbling down his beard. “One more?”

“It’s your funeral.” She shrugged.

Sakrattars watched with a frown, nettled by the whole affair. The table was covered in discarded mugs and snacks, but the area in front of him was conspicuously clear. “May I remind you that we need that money?” he scowled.

“Bah, I’m not going to drink fifty gold’s worth of beer,” Jo said, waving dismissively.

“You might with me.” Leif slapped the table and laughed, sending the plates rattling. Sakrattars rolled his eyes. “Come on, fancy elf, have some fun.” He swung an arm around his shoulder.

“I think I’ll be heading to bed,” Sakrattars said, brushing Leif’s hand off with contempt. He’d rather read over the sound of Kaja’s softly trilling snores than spend another moment soberly watching Leif and Jo drink away their earnings. He rose to leave, wondering why he had ever agreed to come down in the first place—then stopped short, narrowly avoiding an elderly woman in his path.

“Pardon, ma’am,” he apologized. When the woman didn’t move, he continued uneasily, “can I help you?”

“Excuse me, young man,” the woman said quietly, politely pushing past him. “Dame triarius,” she said to Jo, “are you the one who found the Dominus’ seal?” 

Sakrattars bristled. It had been a few days since the party had returned the seal and word had spread very quickly of a natiuhan who not only tracked down the missing item, but heroically disposed of the offenders. He had heard people gossiping about it in the market and was irked when there was no mention of her equally gallant companions.

“I am,” Jo replied simply.

“Oh good.” The woman relaxed. “They told me that I might be able to find you here. My name is Camilla, I was hoping you’d be able to help me.”

“I’m listening.”  

“Well, it’s my son . . .” Camilla paused, her shoulders shaking. She gasped breathlessly, then swooned. Sakrattars caught her and Jo guided the elderly woman to her seat. “Thank you,” she said once she regained her composure. Despite the summer heat, she pulled her long, woolen tunic close.

“Your son?” Leif prompted gently.

Camilla nodded. “Yes, his name is Astinos. He left home a few weeks ago to collect a bounty on some bandits. He hasn’t returned.” For a moment, they thought she would be overcome again but she calmed herself.

“Was he a bounty hunter?” Leif asked.

“No, but he was no stranger to a fight. He used to go on all sorts of adventures with his friends.” Camilla smiled at the memory. “But around a year ago, he came back home to live with me. Please, I’m begging you to help me find him. He’s the only family I have left. I will pay you, of course.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a simple necklace with a gold locket. “Please accept it.” Camilla held it out on an open palm.

Jo looked at the necklace, her expression unreadable, then gingerly curled the old woman’s gnarled fingers back around it.

“I’ll find your son,” she said solemnly, “but I can’t accept that.”

“Oh.” Camilla bit her lip. “I’m short on coin at the moment but if I can find a buyer at the market tomorrow—”

“No. No payment.”

Sakrattars coughed, interrupting Camilla’s stammering gratitudes. They couldn’t well afford to be taking jobs for free. “What about the city watch?” he asked. “Haven’t they gone to search for him?”

“They’re too busy trying to keep order here, with all the robberies lately,” Camilla sighed dejectedly. “I’ve tried appealing to the Dominus but they don’t have the time or men to spare right now. I’d lost hope until I heard about you, and I thought that if anyone could find Astinos . . .” Her voice trailed off.

“Do you know where Astinos went?” Sakrattars pressed.

“The bounty was for a troop of bandits living in the forest northeast of here. They were causing problems on the road from Balthissica.”

“Sounds about right,” he reflected wryly. Balthissica was well-known as one of the most politically chaotic places in Calthia, a haven for raiders and other lawless folk. It was a reputation that only worsened after the recent civil war of neighboring Ascalaria further destabilized the region. “Is that all you know?”

“I’m afraid so. I’m sorry,” Camilla said, her eyes downcast. Jo rubbed her back tenderly, shooting Sakrattars an icy glare. But despite Jo’s disapproval of what she no doubt interpreted as heartless disregard for an old woman’s feelings, Sakrattars still had to consider the situation pragmatically. If this Astinos had been gone for weeks like his mother claimed then he was in all likelihood dead, and Sakrattars didn’t like the idea of going to a dangerous place with dangerous people to look for a dead man.  Especially not for free.

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[puppysdog]

tell us more about bruce! (if you want)

HIIII OK i have to bullet point this

• hes part of a universe called Court, which follows a human’s (Ilya) discovery of a supernatural fantasy type world spanning several realms

• within this universe there exists a sect that reside mostly in the realm where earth is thats made up of various nonhuman beings. this sect abide under rules made by the faction leaders, who govern their own factions which can range from a single person to thousands large. theres seven factions total. when they originated, the seven leaders were a Demon, a Vampire, a Fair, a Godling, a Dragon, a Human, and Death. Tradition stands that each faction is typically still led by the same species as its originator, but any type of creature can join any type of faction

• Bruce is the current demon faction leader :3

• hes VERY old. his father was a syriac speaking priest of the Church of the East in China near the end of the Tang dynasty in the 8th century, who had traveled as a Christian missionary to Chang’an. His mother was upper class Han Chinese living in the same city at the time. Due to increasingly harsh policies against foreigners at the time and laws being passed where Han Chinese women could only marry within the same race, and a priest being, well, a priest, Bruce happened out of wedlock

• His mother raised him but he studied under his father as a student of Christian studies to become a priest. His original names were Basil by his father and Zhu Jin by his mother

• he was a really bad at being a priest. he was extremely cynical and rarely put effort into anything he did not care about. feelings of not having a whole family + outcasted from Han society + outcasted from the church + generally having a distain for people led him to be easily swayed by a demon promising a more interesting life

• initially hes tricked by the demon into becoming one himself, but he kinda gets into it

• really its the most ambitious hes ever been. still extremely cynical and pathetic and wet and moody but he has a goal and through demon bloodlines and hard work and killing he becomes the demon faction leader :3

• he has four sons; 1 biological (Dami), 2 adopted (Darren and Andrew), 1 created (Alex). Hes on bad terms with all of them but Dami, who doesnt care enough about anything Bruce does to be on bad terms with

• his bestie is Camilla, the vampire faction leader

• he still has a distain for humans but views them more as pests than anything now

• except for Ilya he wants to adopt him like a dog

• he loooves to lie and throws tantrums when he doesnt get his way and has NO idea how to communicate properly nor does he care to

• his house’s upper interior is consistently shifting and not bound by size, so while it looks like a mid sized gothic type mansion, it can comfortably sleep thousands if need. the house can appear in several locations in earths realm

• his human form is around ~8ft tall with his full demon form around 16ft. in his human form he has just past his shoulders black straight hair and not a full beard but more than just scruff

idk what else to include in this but Bruce rotates in my mind so much

#.ask #hi. ty for the ask sorry this is so disorganized

[brianedner]

12 - GTA and defacing public property

12: Grand Theft Auto and Defacing Public Property

 The Noceda’s minivan pulled back into their driveway with Hunter behind the wheel, Camilla next to him, and Luz, Amity, and Vee in the middle seats, and Gus and Willow in the very back.

 “Great job Hunter. We will have you driving like a pro in no time!”

 “Thank you, Mrs. Noceda.”

 “Hay mami, when can Vee and I learn how to drive?”

 Camilla turned to look at her two daughters. “When you both turn 16.” She then stopped before turning to look at Vee. “you aren’t 16 yet, right?”

 Vee shook her head. “No, I’m 14.”

 She then looked a little thoughtful. “When are you turning 15?”

 “Um, mid-November I think. Why?”

 “No reason.” Camilla then exited the car and headed inside, with the rest of the group following her. Vee grabbed Luz and Gus’s shoulders and held them back. “Hay, can I calk with you for a moment?”

 “Sure, what’s up?”

 Luz looked thoughtful them for a bit answering. “Can the two of you do me a favor?”

 “Almost anything.”

 “There is one thing I would like to do that Camilla might not be fully ok with.”

 Luz just gave her a smile. “If it was a movie, what would its rating be?”

 Vee just recoiled in disgust. “Eww, keep your mind out of the gutter. ME and Marsha are nowhere near that stage in our relationship yet.” She then took a deep breath before continuing. “It’s Jacob related.”

 At that Luz just nodded her head. “I am in.”

 “You don’t know what it is yet?”

 “She is in for the same reason I am in. If it involved making Jacob suffer for what he did to you and protecting all of us, we are your Ride or Die buddies.”

 Gus then began to look a little nervous. “You don’t want us to kill him though, right?”

 Luz then began to look a little troubled. “Is it wrong that I am perfectly ok if she does?”

 Vee shook her head. “No, I don’t want him dead. I just got a plan to get him arrested and need both of your help with it.”

 Gus just sighed in relief. “Ok, what is the plan, Vee?”

 Next night

 Jacob pulled into the parking space next to the small park where the Wittebane statue was. He and his briefcase exited the car and walked over to the base of the statue where a figure wearing an overcoat was waiting for him.

 “Deep Throat?”

 The figure looked up, revealing his beard and glasses. “Jacob Hopkins I presume?”

 Jacob then sat down next to him and put the b. “No, it’s Doctor Livingston.”

 “What a shame. Mother Goose asked me to speak with him.”

 Jacob sighed in relief at the completion of the code phrase the Flat Earth Society had sent via secure channels to him was completed. “I don’t know why the Society wanted me to meet in person aobut this. I already told you about a dozen times already. I did not embezzle any of the funding sent to the Historical Society from the Flat Earth society.”

 The man then looked Jacob in the face. “We have received copies of your own accounting records from a anonymous source that says otherwise. They have been independently confirmed when the Historical Societies records were compared to our records, as well as double checking with the IRS and other sources.”

 He then leaned in close. “You are in big trouble Jacob. We talked to the police and federal agencies and they agreed to give you one week to give half the money you stole to us and half to the Historical society. If you do not do this, then you will be charged with embezzling.”

 The man then stood up. “Either way, you are out of the Society for your actions. One week Jacob. Don’t try to run, the feds are already itching for a reason to arrest you on multiple charges.”

 He then walked away into the night while Jacob was left sitting on the bench all alone.

 “Fudge! I was only embezzling 10% of the funds, nowhere near enough for anyone to notice. How did someone find my records? And why did they send them to the Society?”

 “Maybe someone found them on your computer when looking for dirt and decided to e-mail them to get you into trouble.”

 “That makes sense, but who would do that? And why would they do that?” Jacob then sat up straight. “And who asked that?”

 He then turned to the side and saw that one of the statues was standing next to him now and smiling.

 “Boo.”

 “AAAIIIEEE!” Jacob was so startled he well backwards onto the ground and started to crawl away. “Stay away you monster!”

 The stature then turned to look around with very obvious fake worry before speaking again in Jacob’s voice in a incredibly sarcastic way. “A monster? Where? I have to get far away as fast as possible.” It then held up a set of keys. “Good thing I have these keys and a 400-year-old drivers license.”

 It then ran over to Jacobs car and got in.

 “My car!” Jacob yelled as he ran over to the parking lot as his car pulled out and drove down the rode while complete ignoring every street sign and road lines.

 Jacob then turned to the statues to see that yes, the one of Philip Whitabane had indeed moved off of its pedestal and stole his car.

 In the Car.

 “Wha-hoo! This is the best dumb idea I have ever had!”

 Vee was enjoying herself greatly. A part of her was worried that she was spending too much time around her siblings, but the rest of her was having too much fun to care. She then activated the speaker phone on Jacob’s cell to continue the call.

 “Snake to Giraffe, Otter, and Cardinal; the horse is stolen. How is Jerkface doing?”

 “Jerkface is looking for his Scroll to go hog calling and coming up short. ETA until the hogs are out of the pen?”

 Vee looked at the nearest road sign as she sped past.

 “ETA 4 min, are you ready to return the statue?”

 “Rodger! And the hammer is ready for him. Over and out!”

 Vee hung up the call while mentally reminding herself to thank Luz for her insisting to use call signs for the mission. They might not have been completely necessary, but they were defiantly fun to do.

 She sped down the road in the direction of the police precinct, making sure to alter her appearance from that of Philip’s statue to that of Jacob before pulling into the space in front of them and throwing a paper bag filled with counterfeit speeding and parking tickets at the nearest officer.

 “Take these stupid tickets and shove them where the sun doesn’t shine copper. DEATH TO THE INHUMAN INVADERS!”

 She then pulled out and drove 60 down the small-town road back to the park. As she checked the rear-view mirror, she saw the cop in question run into his car and start to go after her with his sirens blearing.

 She then hit the redial on Jacob’s phone.

 “Snake to Giraffe, Otter, and Cardinal; the hogs are on the move. Where is the jerkface?”

 “Jerkface is now looking under the bench for his scroll and found the hammer. Is Philips coming back now?”

 Vee took a moment to change her form from Jacob to that of the statue of Philip to make the plan work.

 “Yes, he is. ETA 1 min.”

 “Rodger, over and out.”

 Gus hung up the phone on his end, letting Vee focus on using the limited driving knowledge at her disposal to stay ahead of the small-town cops.

 Eventually she reached the park. Instead of just pulling into the parking space, she decided to just pull onto the grass before throwing open the door and running to the podium. As she did this, she made sure to stop and turn towards Jacob who was standing by the bench and holding the sledgehammer Luz had found in his basement that they had planted under the bench.

 “I am actually a 400 year old witch that has been pretending to be a statue to keep a eye on the town for the Martian invasion so we can steel all your teeth. Now I am going to have you thrown in jail for thinking you can disrupt my plans. NOW EAT THIS SUCKER!”

 As she finished the code phrase for Gus, his illusion took hold and she reached into her backpack to pull out the statues head they had knocked off earlier and threw it at Jacob. She then turned into her human form and hid behind its pedestal.

 Jacob’s view

 “NOW EAT THIS SUCKER!”

 The Witch that had been pretending to be a statue then ripped it head off and threw it at him.

 Amazingly, Jacob was able of catching it while holding onto his sledge hammer that had somehow ended up in the park.

 Philip then did a large leap into the air before landing on the pedestal and standing still again, looking to all the world like it had never moved.

 Except for the missing head of course.

 “How is this supposed to get me arrested?”

 “NEE NAW NEE NAW!”

 The police sirens blared as two cop cars pulled into the lot and their officers poured out of their cars and into the park, all looking at him and moving in his direction.

 “Oh, that’s how.”

 He then looked down at the head and did the first thing he could think of.

 “CATCH!”

 He then threw the head at one of the officers, the hammer at another and ran in the opposite direction, not noticing the rake that was left in his path.

 THACK!

 “Ow!” Jacob yelled as he stumbled back from a rake to the face, before tripping over a length of hose left on the ground and ending up on the ground while facing the sky in a pile of dog doo-doo.

 “What did I do to deserve this?”

 Hunter

 Hunter and Luz were staning by Camilla’s car on the other side of the park, listening to the blow by blow over the walky-talkies.

 “Thanks again for letting me remove Philip’s head Luz. It was incredibly cathartic, though I do wish I could have done it to the real one.”

 Luz put her hand on his shoulder. “You’re welcome. If you want to talk about it, I am always there to listen to my favorite older brother.”

 He then rolled his eyes. “I’m your only older brother Luz.” He then turned to look at her. “But I have a question for you. Gus did the illusion to make the statue invisible and appear to return to its proper place; I smashed the head off the statue; Amity made the fake tickets; Willow used her mob connections to get the fake tickets in the system; Vee was the one that drove the car, threw the head to Jacob, and planned everything. Did you get to do anything?”

 Luz just smiled. “Besides teaching Vee to pick pockets to get his keys and phone and planting the sledgehammer? I also supplied some surprised in his trunk for the cops to find.”

 Hunter just stared. “What did you do?”

 “Giraffe to Otter and Cardinal! There are fire bottles in Jerkface’s trunk! Repeat! There are fire bottles in the trunk! What was he planning to do?”

 Luz just smiled at Hunter. “Eda showed me how to make those after the Petrification. I figured it would be a great way of keeping him out of our hair for a while. I made sure to buy the supplies with his cards delivered to his that I picked up before he found out they were there.”

 Hunter just stared at her before rolling his eyes. “Only Eda Calwthorn would teach a 14-year-old how to make fire-bottles. I’m surprised you have the supplies on Earth though.”

 “We actually have something incredibly similar here. It’s called a Molotov Cocktail. Don’t ask why it’s called that, I don’t know why.”

 She then walked to the car. “We should probably start heading home before the cops notice we are here.”

 Hunter nodded and held up his phone. “Don’t worry about it Giraffe, I’ll fill you in later. Time to migrate to the watering hole.”

 “Rodger, over and out.”

 Next Week

 The entire Noceda household was sitting at the dinner table and enjoying their breakfast together. Camilla then looked up towards Hunter.

 “Amity, I have a surprise for you.”

 HE then looked at her while smiling. “Is it Azura related?”

 Camilla smiled before looking to her daughter and then quickly back to her. “You really are her perfect girlfriend. It is something else. I got a invite to a police auction and won something you might be interested in.”

 She then reached into her purse and pulled out a small bag before handing it to her. She quickly opened it and revealed a set of car keys.

 “A CAR? Camilla, you really shouldn’t have. Finances are tight and there are better things to spend money on than another car. Also, I don’t know how to drive.”

 She then smiled. “Two things Amity. First, finances have actually not been as tight as usual. Between Willow’s garden and all of you doing part time jobs, we are actually more in the black than before you all came to visit. Also, I won big recently and spent the prize money on the car.”

 All the kids looked a little nervous at each other for a bit before turning back to him. “Yeah, that sounds great.”

 “Second, this is for Amity to do that experiment you asked to do on my car that I shot down, remember?”

 Amity thought for a bit before coming to a realization. “You mean about using abomination magic to make it so the car doesn’t need gas or oil?”

 “That’s it! I don’t feel confirmable with you doing it on our only car. But if you do it on the spare and it works, then you can do it on the main one. Sounds good?”

 Amity just smiled. “Sounds great! What kind of car is it?”

 Camilla just gave her a savage grin that looked out of place on the usually kind face. “That is the best part.”

 Outside

 “No way!”

 Sitting in the driveway next to their usual car was the one Camilla won in the raffle.

 Jacob’s car.

 “Yes way! HE was arrested and had his car confiscated, where I won it. I figured the best way to stick it to him would be to have it be used to experiment with magic. What do you think?”

 Amity just smiled.

 “Please teach Vee to drive using this car and have her drive by Jacob.”

 This is a Guest Account on AO3: What about Luz stealing a car or doing a smash and grab and framing Jacob for it or you can combine the two

-steel Jacob’s car, frame him, get it impounded, and have Camilla buy it at a police auction to teach the kids to drive.

Mario_ECL on AO3: destroying Philips statue.

 I am really proud of rolling multiple promps into one chapter.

 The car not needing gas or oil thanks to magic is taken from An_Ordinary_Writer’s fic “It All Started With a Jacket” that had witches using cars with that property. I added abomination magic being what is doing it because that makes the most sence to me on how it would work.

 Don’t worry, it will work fine ald the Noceda hosue hold won’t have to worry about gas money ever again.

 I am doing “Fanfic info dumps” on multiple series to help other fanfic writers with their works. They are on DevientArt here (https://www.deviantart.com/1228248) because Fanfiction and AO3 both said I couldn’t post them there.

 Fanfiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/5646512/

Tumbler: https://at.tumblr.com/brianedner/luzs-crime-list-masterpost/dia848df51z4

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/BrianEdner1/works

#the owl house #the owl house luz #the owl house vee #the owl house hunter #the owl house gus #the owl house amity #the owl house willow #the owl house jacob #the owl house camila

[chanelfunnell]

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A)anon, yes I am grateful for increased number of followers. Climbing up to 40, from 20, twice at 30 so it would be almost 100 now. Let's hope it remains no erased by TumblrI don't bother if Snjekin etc block me. Good gif content but crazy fans in denial about reality. It is not a sportmanshio.

B) anon he is very positive at least on photos with a smile..i lile it his alter ego is Peak Blinders lol.

c) Sidney Crosby looks better in his 30s than in 30s, anon. Definitely after his mum. The beard and facial hair suit him. No moustache lol

D) anon, no, I don't know how to do it and I don't want wasting my life on cute gifs of dorky Blackhawks. I am happy to reblog it

Even)anon no, off topic, let's wait for All Stars Game but yes Camilla looks like a mean rottweiler with a power by a bedsheet stuck in her head in old ripe age..i find it strange than none of the guests accompanied yem on the church walk on Christmas Eve and no one now. All posing. I get a family 9f the Windsors but none of Camilla's children or Kate's friends like scared or wise enough not to provide or troll Marketa as a legit oener. I think Camilla is a witch and I get a different angle about her and not so twisted Diana as C courted press and she does, leaking an info about her meeting William and her problems with alcoholism . I find her and Markle very mean and envious control freaks on the same note. Kate is a mean girl gold digga but quite simpleton. Del Zotto has had an easy escape so far...to be 75band as old Cray puckbunny boiler kicking into a girl who does not react to throw a weight around lol ..Diana was in the different situation as his wife but I judge by the absence if no players at their photo opts

that the aristos of UK, girls and old ladies insulted by Camilla got it..she is ugly person inside out and she calls the press, hires a crowd, deluded about her look in her age and a status linked to stupid king and any young actor...tye laser system installed so let's hope no serious injury of this control freak who kicks into very deluded idiot sleazy uncle Andy but also uses himmor his stupid ex wife if she needs it. Other Markle.., only Markle is pretty....let's hope. Reese Johnson with his Gf and Marketa have a summer fun at their farms. Apparently all herds of imported cows to Pekisko farm died. It's good to watch how the Blackhawks rise up to the goals and better results, performance. I don't bother very much about off topic stuff but yeah it would be good to see very ice babe M fight about her estate. I think she can drop her gloves and she is feisty when it is her thing ...lol

#Max Domi #chicago blackhawks #Nhl #Ice hockey #Sidney Crosby

[oceanpiner]

Ultima 4 quest of the avatar flute

#Ultima 4 quest of the avatar flute professional

The Blades killed them all centuries ago.

Sven was supposed to have another dialogue option, "Do you know any old ballads about Dragons?" The option never shows up, however, so Sven's response will never be heard in-game: "There's the one about Tiber Septim and the dragon Nafaalilargus.

While attacking Riverwood, he will help fight the town's residents, but will refuse to attack his mother Hilde. He will not object if he is currently a follower, but will refuse to re-join after he is dismissed.

Sven can no longer be recruited if the Dragonborn attacks Riverwood.

And I've got better things to do than listen to your fantasies." Hilde "You'll see! It was a dragon! It'll kill us all and then you'll believe me!" Trivia It flew right over the Barrow!" Sven "Dragons, now, is it? You keep on like this and everyone in town will think you're crazy. Hilde "A dragon! I saw a dragon!" Sven "What? What is it now, mother?" Hilde " It was as big as the mountain and as black as night. Low level characters or those that rely on their followers in combat may find it difficult to use Sven, as he won't be as efficient in battle as other followers would. As a result, his health is somewhat lower than that of other followers, and his primary skills are non-combat related ones.

#Ultima 4 quest of the avatar flute professional

Additionally, along with Roggi Knot-Beard and Adelaisa Vendicci, Sven is one of only three followers who has a civilian job class instead of a professional combat-oriented one. Sven's level cap is 20, tying him with Roggi Knot-Beard for the lowest follower level cap in the game. Likewise, his skill in one-handed weapons, two-handed weapons, and archery are all roughly on par with each other, and all relatively low. He benefits from Light Armor slightly more than Heavy Armor, but the difference is not too significant as his skills with both are relatively low. His tertiary skills are Light Armor, Sneak, and Speechcraft. His secondary skills are Archery, One-Handed, and Two-Handed. Sven's primary skills are Alchemy, Enchanting, and Smithing. With the Hearthfire add-on installed, Sven can become a steward in one of the Dragonborn's homesteads. Tale of the Tongues (upon completion of the main questline).If Sven dies after siding with him during "A Lovely Letter," a Letter of Inheritance will be received.Īs a Bard, Sven will sing the following songs on request for no fee: He can also be recruited into the Blades when the Dragonborn needs to recruit followers for Delphine, provided the Dragonborn is already Sven's friend and if they have killed Paarthurnax during the quest " Paarthurnax." It is possible to recruit Sven as a follower if the quest "A Lovely Letter" is finished in his favor. Sven is competing with Faendal for the heart of Camilla Valerius and asks the Dragonborn to sway things in his favor. Sven can generally be found inside the Sleeping Giant Inn playing his lute, since he is a graduate from the Bards College.

#Ultima 4 quest of the avatar flute

[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

Life is beautiful and life is cruel. This is a window into the souls of the victorious and the vanquished. In a way, football did come home during the summer of 2021. Follow along Amelia’s journey, navigating the football world as a tactical analyst for the Italian football team, with a brother and father part of the three lions. Will Amelia leave Italy and come back to England? Will she leave the Serie A for the Prem? Will she set aside the bianconeri stripes for new colours, leaving behind friendship for love? Maybe she can have both...

hey girlypops! here is part 5!!! thanks for the feedback on the last part - i've gone back through and edited slight bits to make it more straightforward who her brother is and who it isn't. Nothing has been changed to the story line so no need to go back and re-read (unless you want to lol love yas). Part 5 is a whole lot of fun! As the warning suggests, you can expect a few too many drinks, some heavy flirty & a very smug italian.

Love always, Steph xx

Part 5. | parte quinta

warnings; a few too many drinks, heavy flirting and a smug italian.

word count; 1704

writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter.

next update; Wed 04/08 5pm AEST. Updates are three times/week (Monday, Wednesday & Friday)!

Tags (as requested by users); @footballffbarbiex @obsesseds-world @abysshaven

link to fic masterlist here

Day rolls into night, which rolls into the next day and before she knew it Amelia had been under the Mykonos sun for 5 days. Her brother and his teammates, who she should now probably refer to as her friends as well, did nothing but welcome her into their group with open arms and tried to include her in every activity they were doing. Most times she declined their invitation, opting to just relax on her own. She was very comfortable with her own company, she never felt like she needed another person to be able to exist. It was something she was proud of.

No doubt there were times she often missed companionship. She had her fair share of flings that gave her what kind of satisfaction she needed at the time, but she never felt like she needed someone else’s air to be able to breathe. This Mykonos trip, however, reminded her of how much she was beginning to miss her players. They had a group chat, La Cosa Nostra, which was probably a pretty poor group chat name but she was inducted into the already established group when she became close with some of the players & besides it was just Our Thing.

She missed the gentle bullying that she received on the daily from the serie a superstars, and also missed dishing it out to them so that they could keep their feet on the ground and their heads out of the clouds. Laying on her bed in a towel, after a nice shower, she contemplated taking up her brother’s offer from earlier in the evening. Does she go out and meet him and their mates at the club? Why not?

Getting up off her bed, she put on some makeup for the first time in a few days, making her feel somewhat human again, blow dried her freshly washed hair and put on her favourite Camilla bikini, covered up by a white slightly-sheer and flowy mini dress. Putting on her white sneakers and grabbing her cross body bag, comfort was the theme of tonight, and also because she wasn't in the mood to break her ankle on the grecian cobblestones.

Walking to the club that her brother had messaged her the name of, she noticed a ridiculously long line to get in which was honestly long enough for her to consider just going home, but she had committed to the plans & her brother was already expecting her - plus she had already put on her mascara and she was not wasting it. Approaching the line she went to join the back when her arm caught that of someone else walking past her.

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“Sembra che tu non riesca a starmi lontano, vero?” (you can't seem to stay away from me, can you?) Looking up, I had linked arms with my midfield maestro, Jorginho. Who was smiling down at me with the cheeky grin that told me he saw me coming and couldn't help himself.

“Ciao! Come sei stato? Che sorpresa incontrati qui!” (Hi! How have you been? What a surprise running into you here!) I begin to say to him as I kiss both his cheeks in greeting.

“I’ve been good, enjoying time off as a double champion” He joked with me. He was right, he was a double champion and no one could take that away from him.

“Bella Amelia, this is Thiago. I play with him at Chelsea, which I'm sure you already knew. Thiago, this is the brains behind the organisation, Amelia” Jorginho introduced me to his Chelsea counterpart, which he was correct about - i did already know exactly who he was.

“Are you guys coming into Tropicana? I’m meeting up with my brother and his mates - some of them play with you guys at Chelsea. You should join us!” It took very little convincing for the two footballers, who looked like they were a couple hours into their long night, to join me in the club.

Unsurprisingly, we got let into Tropicana quite quickly. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the two mega famous and ridiculously good looking footballers I had looped around each of my arms. Walking through the club, the smell of cigarette smoke and vodka wafting around me, I managed to find the british players.

“Now now boys, no bad blood here! I know you all managed to get over my Italian affiliation so don’t hold it against my boy Jorgi here!” I address the group jokingly, as I wrap my right arm around his neck and he wraps his left around my waist.

Of course the Chelsea boys welcome him with open arms, they’ve known both Thiago and Jorgi longer than they’ve known me. The other boys offer their hellos before continuing to dance and drink with their mates. I say hi to everyone, give a big hug to my brother and Kyle (my chosen brother) before I'm wrapped into another hug I wasn't expecting.

“I’ve got to admit, you give a good hug” I say as I whisper into his ear.

“You’re a pretty easy person to hug, Mils”

“Always a smooth talker you are, Jack”

We parted and I grabbed myself a drink before spending the night dancing on top of the table with the girlfriends of the boys that I had only just been introduced to. Bonding over the fact that I was desperate for some female companionship, and also that I was the only single girl in the group, leading to the conclusion that they needed to be my wingwoman...all of them.

The night thereafter was spent finding suitable prospects for my whirlwind night of fun and romance, which I insisted wasn't necessary but also couldn't help but admit that it excited me just a little. It had been a while since I was close with a guy in that sense, and to be honest, the tequila shots that the girls had me doing was loosening me up in more ways than one.

Feeling the need for a break and some fresh air, I grabbed my purse and walked outside to sit along the retaining wall. We had reached that part of the evening where there was no chance I wasn't going to be allowed back into the club - the bouncers and security guards becoming more relaxed and carefree as it neared the time that the sun would reappear. Without thinking twice, I asked for a cigarette from some guys standing outside and a quick light, before returning to my little spot on the wall.

“They’re right bad for you, ya know” A voice to my right startled me.

“Jesus! You need to stop scaring me like that!” I shrieked.

“Nah not Jesus, just Chilly. However the beard has me thinking I do look a little bit God-like these days..no?” He says as he runs his fingers through the barely-there beard. Sure I could agree with stubble, maybe even a little bit more than stubble, but a beard? Not yet. However, I wasn't about to dim his sparkle.

“I like the beard, Chilly.” I confirmed.

“I like you, Mils” Wow ok. Straight to the point then.

“Well thanks, you’re not so bad yourself.” I tried to play it off, it was obvious we had both consumed far too much alcohol this evening and the cigarette was currently working wonders in its purpose of sobering me up.

“Ya know, the girls were out there tonight looking for your Greek Adonis to come and sweep you off your feet. They were looking a bit too hard though, if you know what i mean” he sweet talks me, and its working.

“Wow Ben, you’re really out here laying it on thick tonight - factor 50 i would say. I’m sure you’re just looking through rose coloured glasses right now” I joked back with him. I can’t say I didn't notice all of his longing looks, extra attention to me, constant protection when we would be out in public, but I knew at the end of the week that I would be going back to Turin, so there wasn’t any point.

Finishing up our little chat (read: heavy flirting session), we headed back inside together to join the group. Before long, Jorgi comes up to me with a drink and a smug smile on his face.

“Che cosa?” (what?) I questioned him in Italian, trying to limit as many people understanding our conversation as possible.

“Cosa succede a mykonos, rimane a mykonos, no?” (what happens in mykonos, stays in mykonos, no?) He says as he leans into my ear. To anyone else it would just look like two friends trying to have a conversation in a loud club, but I understood his message loud and clear.

“non sto facendo niente di male, né l'ho mai fatto. non voleva etichette, quindi è quello che ha ottenuto” (i'm not doing anything wrong, nor have i ever. he wanted no labels so that’s what he got.) I say back firmly. Jorgi let go of my shoulders and moved to stand in front of me.

“It’s ok tesoro (darling), I’m sure Federico would agree with you” He said back to me in English, it was obvious that he wanted someone around to understand the premise of our conversation. He smiled cheekily at me, before taking a swig of his drink and dancing backwards into the crowd as I shook my head at him.

Jorgi and I developed the kind of friendship that would last through time. We were equals. We listened to each other's problems, offered the advice that we needed to hear & not necessarily wanted to hear. We promoted each other's happiness and tried to get each other to not take life too seriously. This was his way of bringing me back down to earth, reminding me of what I have waiting for me back in Turin, but also making sure I knew what was right in front of me. He left the decision up to me to make, but he played his part to make sure I knew all of my options. He really was a good friend, which would make my next career decision a little bit more challenging than anticipated.

Part 6. | parte sesta

#football imagine #football fic #jadon sancho #ben chilwell #mason mount #declan rice #kalvin phillips #ben white #jack grealish #connor coady #kyle walker #jordan henderson #ben chilwell imagine #jack grealish imagine #mason mount imagine #football one shot #tyrone mings imagine #x reader #a family affair fic #steph writes #stephspurs #italian national team #jorginho #federico bernardeshci #federico chiesa #jorginho imagine #bernardeschi imagine #chiesa imagine #juventus fic #juventus imagine

[the-empress-7]

What is left for Meghan?

* Miscarriage/stillbirth/death of child stories, with the BRF made out as the villain

* Complete betrayal of the BRF, spilling all the secrets she knows, thinks she knows, or can make up about them. For example, A Netflix series, Secrets of the BRF, where each episode she and Harry say something awful about the BRf and back it up with twisted truths and repeated lies (They drugged my food with contraceptives so I couldn't get pregnant, because they didn't want black heirs! It's only because I am a gourmet cook that I escaped their evil plan!). No truth, just every conspiracy theory they can find or invent, and it's all true because they were in the BRF and they said so

* Release 'inside information' on Prince Andrew and how the BRF covers up for him - lots of underage sex encounters (real or made up), and throw in him molesting the young daughters of family friends for good measure

* Go down the Jimmy Saville route and say Prince Charles is a paedophile, and Camilla knows and covers for him, as does Prince William

* Reveal overheard conversations that 'prove' that Catherine had all her children by surrogates

* Money laundering - the BRF is involved in a big way, and no one knows because they aren't transparent in their money matters

* Prince Edward is gay, Sophie is a beard, the kids are adopted/by surrogate/by IVF

* The BRF 'secretly' interfering with politics in the UK and in other countries

* The BRF having to make blood vows never to betray each other as part of a secret initiation ceremony (can throw in some child cannibalism if you want, and definitely include links to and supported by the Freemasons/Illuminati/Black Nobility etc)

* If you can get away with it, Prince Charles is infertile and William is actually the child of Prince Andrew (swapped grooms on the wedding night and drugged Princess Di so she didn't notice etc).

It doesn't matter what she and Harry say, people will believe it as "inside information" because they were members of the BRF, especially if it speaks to current narratives/beliefs in American culture. If the BRF deny it, well, they are just covering things up, aren't they?

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Impressive list anon. Here is the thing though, Meghan hasn't exactly established herself as a credible person, just a discontent one.

[amelialincoln]

The Way Life Goes

This is my post finale fic. Will def be 2+ parts. Hope u enjoy

TW: substance abuse

The look he wore on his face was a mixture of confusion and betrayal and it made her want to run away and hide. She found herself wondering how he could feel betrayed. She had told him exactly what she wanted and it was exactly the opposite of what was happening at this very moment. If anything, she should be the one looking at him like that. She couldn’t bring herself to glance in the direction of her nieces and nephew. She found herself wondering how many people were in on this, how many people she was going to disappoint yet again. Link had always told Ellis she’d be their flower girl and Amelia couldn’t imagine how excited she was when Link had told her that they were going to get married. She blinked hard, wondering for a moment if she was going to throw up.

When she opened her eyes again he was standing on both feet, collecting the tiny boxes, that she refused to look at, from the kid’s hands. Were they supposed to go dance now like everything was okay? This was supposed to be Maggie’s day, why would he make it about them? She felt that familiar impending feeling, in the pit of her stomach, that she had just fucked everything up. Still, she was stuck frozen in place. She wanted to say something to him to fix this. She wished she could just say yes. For the sake of him, Scout, and for everyone who works at the damn hospital and is tired of putting up with her shit.

The kids ran off and it was the two of them. He was kicking sand with his feet, dirting up the shoes he’d spent so much time polishing the night before.

“So what now then?” He questioned bitterly.

“I don’t know,” she choked out, the only thing she could think of to say. He shook his head and let out a sour chuckle. He muttered something that she felt grateful not to hear before pushing past her and storming back to the after party. She found herself guiltily wondering if he was going to find Jo, who always seemed ready to give him shitty advice whenever they were having a fight. Maybe they’d decide that they had actually loved each other the whole time. That idea felt like a knife to the heart but she also felt a sense of relief, knowing that at least he’d have found someone who deserves him. Someone who can be all the things that she can’t. Someone who can make him happy.

The tide was coming in and water was lapping gently against her ankles. It was cold but she couldn’t really feel it. The music had died down and she could see people vacating the reception. The after party would be held at Meredith’s. She was supposed to be helping host it. She sat down, her dress clinging to her small frame as the bottom half became submerged in the clear water. She’d wait until everyone was gone. Until every person that would offer her sympathy or judgment had driven away. Not until, most likely, the sun had dipped into the glittering water that shone in the horizon and until the beach was surrounded in darkness.

He had taken the car, she’d realized, as she stood shivering and soggy in the empty parking lot. Why the hell would he take the car? The answer was simple, he’d assumed that she would’ve caught a ride with Meredith, to get to the house early. That was the plan even before he’d pulled out that ring box. But the whole situation made her even more pissed. Her phone was at 8% and she opened the maps app quickly, eyeing if anything was around. It was the park, less than a kilometer away, that caught her eye. She knew exactly what happened in that park. She recognized the name since it had been brought up in almost half of the addicts at her meeting’s backstories. That park had exactly what her entire body was craving and suddenly it overcame all of her thoughts.

The thing was that she had already fucked everything up. She couldn’t go to Mer’s. She couldn’t go to Link’s apartment. She had nowhere to go. No one to talk to who wouldn’t express some form of judgment. Unlike every person she was now close with, the people at the park wouldn’t care. If anything, those people understood her more than anyone else. The comfort of being surrounded by people who also needed to escape from their unbearable and insufferable lives was intoxicating.

The first bonfire was filled with teenagers. She grimaced slightly before realizing she was in no place to judge. Since when had she become so judgmental? It was her coworkers, her brain was screaming at her. She was becoming one of those egotistical people she used to hate, who had the idea that they were better than everyone else. The type of people who had convinced her that something was wrong with her. The type of people who couldn’t mind their own business for once in their life. She pulled her hoodie tighter around her wet dress as she approached the next blaze.

“Hey,” a woman greeted her gruffly, probably only a couple of years older than her. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here?” The woman was giving her a look of resentment that only Amelia could really understand. She wanted to laugh but instead gave her an uninterested shrug.

“What do you have?” She asked, pulling out her wallet.

“Come take a seat and I’ll show you.” She reminded Amelia of one of her dealers in California except without the little toddler who would always be following his drugged up mother around. There was a strange comfort that this woman provided though, Amelia realized as she settled onto the log between her and a man she’d probably sleep with, by the look of him, if she wasn’t in a relationship. Was she still in a relationship? She passed the woman whatever bills she kept in her wallet and turned to the man beside her.

“What do you recommend?” He looked as if he was having the best trip of his life. He eyed her softly, his vision slightly glazed over before nodding to the syringe the woman was offering.

“Well, what do you like?” He asked simply, scratching his prickly beard with his index finger and eyeing her wet dress with confusion.

“Oxy,” she replied, her eyes glancing over to the little bags and boxes in the women's impressive stash. Watching as he smirked slightly and opened his palms up to the warmth of the fire with a shake of his head.

“You’ll like this then. Camilla's got you.” he confirmed. “If you can handle it.” There was a small kind and teasing tone to his voice and it relaxed her slightly.

“Alright,” she shrugged calmly as she stretched her arm out in the direction of the women and waited for the world to fade away.

Find part 2 here

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[khaleesiofalicante]

OK MY ELECTRICITY WENT BUT IM HERE WITH MY LIVE BLOG. Im also wearing a tiara i found during cleaning at 2 38 am...

LXI'S STILL HAVING THOSE DREAMS

You see, that’s how Lexi functioned. Unlike Selena who had a weekly planner with her name doodled on it, Lexi didn’t like having a schedule. She would decide what she wanted to do when she wanted it.

SAME LEXI SAME

IM SORRY IF THIS IS MSOTLY IN CAPS IM TOO EXCITED

lexi

lexi why are you in pain

what what what

whats happening

im freaking out

GEORGIA

There were six of them. Each handle in one colour of the pride flag.

gimme

THE ACADEMY

NO NO NO

these demons can talk as well.

that's what bothers me the most

CLARY STFU YOU KNOW DAMN WELL YOU FOUGHT A WAR AT 15. I know she's worried for valid reasons but im losing it right now.

calm its ok its gonna be ok

georgia collecting the ichor-

i love her so much

Lexi didn’t think it was possible, but the sight somehow made her gayer than before.

me every time i look at amy or rosa from b99

OLIVIA

“Of course you are not dying!” Lexi said severely. “Neither one of us is allowed to die before we finish binging Game of Thrones.”

with the major character death tag right there

dont make me think of georgia getting sick

dont

The bar was extremely low for shadowhunters.

yes it is

OH MULTIPLE POVS

RAFAEL

did i just sob "my child" ?

maybe i did

im so proud of him

LEAVE ME ALONE

wait but in tid sophie was over the age of ascention too

WAIT HOW OLD WAS SOPHIE AT THE AGE OF ASCENTION

WAIT OMG SOPHIE WAS YOUNG

I FORGOT ABOUT THAT

“Life is too short for bad blood,”

yeah. yeah it is

i still really like camilla

He could go to Mexico right now. His heart wanted to do it. His body screamed at him to do it.

It wasn’t the distance that was the problem. He had two warlocks at home. He had a bike. He had money to buy a plane ticket.

It wasn’t the distance at all. Rafael would walk to Mexico for her if necessary.

i screamed so loud here i was grateful for the closed door

CHAIRMAN MEOW

CYUKGUCDGYMDYUD

THE PRECIOUS CAT

WHAT IF THE MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH IS ABOUT CHAIRMAN???

“Y’all really be acting as if portals are like a bag of Cheetos!” Max pointed out seriously. “It ain’t $2.50, bro! Do you have any idea the energy it takes to make a portal? What people actually pay for it? I can’t be making portals for free. I don’t get a salary from the Clave like you do. This is how I make a living!”

SO TRUE

“I was going to say you should go stay at the institute with David,” Rafael said. “But you are right. You are not a baby. You can stay here on your-”

“On second thoughts,” Max interrupted with a grin. “I’m still a fetus in warlock years so I will go the institute.”

THEY ARE SO PRECIOUS

AHHH HE CALLED HER PRETTY THE FIRST TIME HE SAW HER

THEY WERE 7

IM SCREAMING SO MUCH RIGHT NOW

my throat hurts

JAIME MY BABY

Y'ALL I MISSED HIM SO MUCH

“All thanks to the amazing Isabelle Lightwood,” Jaime replied. “I think I am a little in love with her.”

“Who isn’t?” Rafael chuckled.

we all are in love with isabelle lightwood

no no no

where's anjali

where is she

dont fuck with me right now

why does diego look like a mess

“Diego,” the woman rasped. “She is coughing up blood again.”

no

dont

it's chapter 1

stop making me cry

THE LIGHTWOOD SIBLINGS

YUSDFGYUSDFSDGYUD

if anyone gives izzy shit for this i'll kill them

JACE STOP GOING SO FAST

“Jace, if you want to a baby so much then grow your own damn uterus,” Isabelle snapped.

TELL HIM

THIS GOES OUT TO THE WHOLE MALE POPULATION

After Georgia’s birth, they had promised each other that they would always choose the children first. If it ever came to a point, as it often did in their lives, where they had to choose between themselves and the children – they had promised each other to save the children.

dude theres a major character death here

Jace thought for a moment and then grinned at her. “No uterus. No opinion.”

“Selena has trained you well,”

selena my smart feminist child

I JUST KNOW ONE OF THE LIGHTWOOD-BANES IS DYING

AND IM NOT OK

“Do you really need those?” Alec asked, pointing at the glasses.

“No,” Jace replied. “But Clary thinks I look hot with glasses.”

“You two are ridiculous,” Alec shook his head.

Jace turned around. “Really? And your beard is for character building, is it?”

there's no use lying alec we all know why it's really there

I KNOW WHAT LEUKEMIA IS SHUT THE FUCK UP IM LOSING MY SHIT

no

no

she cant die

IF SHE DIES I WILL RAISE HELL

my throat hurts from all the shouting

“Can I get a cinnamon latte with extra cream and two sugars please?” Alec asked.

Jace raised an eyebrow.

“Magnus had a long day at the Spiral Labyrinth,” Alec explained.

“Can’t he just magic his drink?”

“Well, yes,” Alec replied. “But I like buying it for him. It’s called being a good husband.”

aww that's so sweet

THIS IS HILARIOUS

“I’m saying no one can do better than David,” Jace huffed. “He is precious.”

tru

“If you are going to be this way, things are going to be very awkward at their wedding,” Jace muttered.

“They are not getting married, Jace!”

“Do you not want them to???”

“They are nineteen!!”

“Doesn’t mean we are not allowed to think about it,” Jace pointed out. “If they get married, we will be family!”

“We are already family!” Alec all but yelled.

“Yeah, but we will be even closer!” Jace sighed happily.

“You are my parabatai!” Alec said incredulously. “My soul is literally tied to yours! How closer do you want to get?”

THIS IS AMAZING

OH MY GOD I LOVE

JACE BEING OVER PROTECTIVE OVER SELENA DATING SOMEONE IM LOSING MY SHIT

wait how old is michael

"Oh my god,” Jace gasped. “Three out of three! I win!”

“It’s not a competition, Jace!” Alec rolled his eyes.

“It is and I won,” Jace grinned. “You’re welcome, LGBTQ+ community.”

YUP JACE WON

“Can we talk about something else?” Izzy demanded. “We are not those parents who only ever talk about their children.”

Alec cleared his throat. “Right. Of course.”

“Yeah, we have lives of our own,” Jace nodded seriously.

They drove quietly for a while before they started discussing about their children’s love lives again right up until Jace pulled over at Jade Wolf.

of course...

Lily’s face was pale – paler than usual.

lily what's wrong

please lily

anjali...

lily is close to her

of course

“Then we burn all the angels,” Lily growled.

YES YES YES YES

Jace walked in that moment, sipping from his latte. “I bought donuts, y’all!”

A chuckle escaped Magnus. “Jonathan. Your timing is impeccable.”

"Is everything okay?” Jace asked, looking troubled.

“No,” Maia replied. “But at least we have donuts.”

at least they have donuts

“I love you,” he mouthed, and Alec’s heart was okay for a moment.

THE FEELS

ISABELLE

NO NO NO

NO

IZZY

PLEASE

WHY IS EVERY POV ENDING LIKE THIS

They had put on their clothes

AHEM SIR-

they grow up so fast...

no

im crying

dont please

izzy

she was poisoned

oh my god

WHO

GIVE ME NAMES RIGHT NOW

Rafael drank like a dozen a day.

understandable have a good day

OH MY GOD STOP JOKING AS A COPING MECHANISM

Im squeezing the life out of Emma (my emotional support stuffed cat) right now

seelies

the first time i heard the source was angelic my very first incstinct was seelie. I didn't wanna share it because of how absurd it sounded. but it doesn't anymore.

charlotte was poisoned by a seelie unintentionally which cost her her child

oh

OH MY GOD

NO THIS WASN'T IZZY'S COFFEE

MAGNUS GAVE IT TO HER

THIS WAS MAGNUS' COFFEE

SOMEONE WAS TRYING TO POISON HIM.

I'm losing my mind oh my god... I am so scared. Please Anjali and Isabelle please they cant...no i dont wanna think like that. tryna take deep breaths. ok. it's gonna be ok. maybe.

see ya friday!

Now I want to write lbaf while wearing a tiara. Hmmmm. I'll look for one online.

See you Friday! Also hope you had a good birthday!!!

And send pics of Emma!!!!!!!

#lbaf