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his-littlefox · 15 days
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sending lots of love!! 😙💕
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bookish-phile · 6 months
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“Jealous, Little Fox?”
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snakerdoodlle · 1 year
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Reveal for the covers of the special edition Red Queen box set got released goodbye
What’s ur guys thoughts on them?
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I’m very happy Evangeline was included :) the girlies look so good
Love Maven of course but I will just say he looked different in my head and that’s all <3 I’m still gonna draw him the same way I always have lmao
The last cover is my fav I think it’s super cute!! And despite the critiques I do have, I still think they look fantastic and can’t wait to spend all my money on them tyvm
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jackstheprinceofhearts · 11 months
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hello!!!! i thought it would be fun to make a new evajacks playlist so i'm making one right now! if you would like to add songs you could comment some here or preferably go onto the server and type in the channel for suggestions :)
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chryzuree · 6 months
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aurora & evangeline purple/pink lesbians????
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missroller15 · 2 years
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hehehe okay the ppl have spoken, here ya go:
And just then, Evangeline felt her heartbeat leap around.
“Every look is good on me,” he stated, running a hand through his hair.
She looked him down, from top to bottom and looked back at him. “Debatable.”
Bad liar, Evangeline.
I agree.
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two-minute-notice · 4 months
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thinking about my silly little story in the pjo universe about 3 children of minor gods going on a quest or 5 and becoming the next heros of olympus about 7 years after hoo
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mortissez · 6 months
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z. Nuestros personajes encuentran un antiguo pergamino cerca del río.  @eveton
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" ¡oh! mira eso. " corrió, como pocas veces lo hacía cuando se emocionaba. agarró el pergamino en sus manos e intentó abrir el sello de cuero que lo protegia. " ¿crees que tenga algo importante? " cuando lo consiguió, desenrrollo el pergamino y lo extendió delante de ambas, para que ella pudiese verlo bien. sus ojos grandes y brillantes, escaneaban cada detalle grabado en el papel viejo. " parecen movimientos de tai-chi o shinobi-jutsu. ¿por qué guardarías esto? "
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Best and Worst of Both Worlds (part 33)
Tw: mentions of rape and molestation, Evangeline's insanity
Part 34
You sighed. Looking up at the white ceiling as the smell of antiseptic stings your nose.
Your landlord came by earlier to hand you your phone charger as per Yves's request. He avoided your eyes as he asked about your general wellbeing. Perhaps he felt guilty for letting one of his tenants go through such brutality. Or maybe Yves tore him another one for failing to protect you. Quite frankly, you do not know, neither do you care.
You gave him polite but short answers. You don't feel like talking to anyone now, not even Yves. It feels like the whole world is judging you and criticizing what you could have done.
He was nice, he even charged your phone for you. It's not like you could do it yourself, hooked on all kinds of antibiotic drips and wires. Not to mention, your leg cast.
You were wondering about Evangeline's hygiene, how did you get this infected from a couple of bites and scratches? Well. Whatever it was, you're glad shes just not here.
You did blame yourself for confronting her. Because if she didn't know that there was an issue between you and her, she wouldn't have paid you a visit.
But it was hard to say what her reaction would have been when Mr. Jones confronted her about the molestation in his car.
It felt like a courtroom with no jury in your head. You have a part of yourself prosecuting your being, while the other defending it. It's noisy and exhausting. You had no idea how to quieten it down.
You turned your head to the sound of your phone.
You reached towards it and checked what has set off the notification alerts. The cable is still attached to its charging port.
You received a voicemail from a number you didn't recognize.
"Sweetheart. It's me, Montgomery. I-I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I.." You heard him choke back tears. "That was fucking disgusting of her. It was so much worse than I first thought- I'm so fucking sorry I couldn't be there to protect ya', I shouldn't have trusted- I-I-"
You were confused at the sudden breakdown. He wasn't that distressed the last time you saw him, why is he crying as if he went through it instead?
You listen to him sob in anguish.
"...I couldn't get a hold of ya' through my old number. I had to get another one. Please call me back as soon as ya' can."
The message abruptly ended there.
You blocked this number too.
Frowning, did Yves tell him your business? That seems unlikely of him, you refused to believe that he would do such a thing. Then, who else did he...
The group chat with your housemates is blowing up.
Oh. The news got ahold of your story. Well that makes sense.
Even though you weren't identified, it was clear the news segment was about your horrific assault.
Some of your housemates were complaining that Yves told them not to speak with the media. And thankfully, they didn't.
There was very limited information given to the public as it seems like Yves is trying to control what others can know. The majority of the details were given by Evangeline herself. To your relief, she was held without bail.
From what you understood, she wasted her one call in jail to speak with news outlets. She didn't call her father, her mother or a lawyer. Evangeline admitted that she raped you in such a brutal matter, not leaving a single detail unsaid.
The article anonymized all the names she dropped, but you can guess she mentioned Montgomery and Yves at some point.
It was sickening, Evangeline told them that she's masturbating in jail to the thought of you. When asked what was her reasoning behind her atrocious acts, she replied that you were her greatest reward in life. She 'deserved' you for being your 'savior'. It was unclear what she meant.
They asked if she had any remorse for what she did. Evangeline went ahead and told them her only goal is to get out of prison just to fuck you day and night. You consumed her entire thought and you have to pay for it.
Evangeline claimed that she 'loves' you. You just didn't know what was good for you and it is her mission to fix that. She also hated you for throwing her away just like everyone else. Then again, she loved how you felt against her, so you were 'forgiven'.
You didn't get it. What was wrong with her? She seems so normal and fine, yet she's still trying to induce nightmares in you even when she's held in a cell.
You read on and saw that her parents refused to comment. However, it's mentioned that Evangeline was suspected to be too mentally unsound to stand trial. They have yet to evaluate her psychology, but judging on her unhinged reaction after all this, you think she is very likely to plead insanity and be sent to a mental facility instead of prison.
The University retracted her scholarship and expelled her. She must have thought that there was nothing left to lose, that is why she went all out in the impromptu interview.
You shuddered and stopped reading, not being able to stomach the mention of Evangeline anymore.
You wiped away tears from the hilt of your palm. Suddenly yearning for some company.
What a coincidence, Yves called you. Immediately, you picked it up.
"(name)..." His voice was soft and sympathetic.
You cried. You let everything out to Yves. It was hard to form a sentence, but you tried. It came out as incoherent garbles as you choked on your own tears. Nothing you said made sense to you, it did to Yves.
He listened. Letting his own droplets roll down his cheeks too. Yves knew there isn't anything he could say now to make you feel better. You heard it all before. The apologies, the assurances, the hatred towards your perpetrator... it became meaningless to you.
It's time for you to speak instead.
He knows you just wanted someone to be there for you.
And he will stay on the line as long as you need.
Yves's tears splashed onto his papers, creating ugly stains and smudging his blue ink around. Rendering some words as unreadable.
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pockyyasii · 5 months
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could you do some evajacks headcannons pls?
righty-o!! (also thxx for requesting smth evajacks lol, i love dem~)
˖ ⊹˚. 【 evajacks headcanonss 】 ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖
Jacks loves giving any pet names to Evangeline. Most of them involve the word "my" (i.e. "my princess" or "my sweetheart").
^^ Its also canon that Eva calls Jacks "her beloved", which suits her
Neck kisses from Jacks. Always.
^^ Jacks sometimes bits Eva's ears for old times sake.
Jacks (being the "one-visit-isn't-an-obsession" lover he is) helps Eva undress. Obviously. He slowly unties the laces, very slowly, but then looses the patience.
^^ Always ends up ripping up whatever she's wearing.
^^ He never stops looking at her whilst doing so
Evangeline likes running her hands through Jacks gold hair eh hem that scene in the hollow and sometimes ties little braids in it as he whispers sweet things into her ear totally not biting it at the same time eh hem
(more coming later lol)
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feel free to request more headcanons / fanfics of oubah
or any fandom on my masterlist~
-yasi ❀
Masterlist <33
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daaydreamy · 1 year
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summary: harry gets marked up everywhere.
warnings: coarse language, smut, f/f/m threesome, handjob, edging
pairing: fem!oc x harry styles x fem!reader
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“You’re so cute.”
Harry was gasping and fucking up into Y/N’s hand, feeling her lips and her friend’s pressing against his skin over and over. His head was thrown back and his cheeks were so prettily pink, Y/N couldn’t help but press a kiss to one of them. The way his body would react to their touch was so mesmerizing, so addictive, and they wanted to toy with him for hours non-stop.
They had been edging him for quite a while now, chuckling softly whenever he would whine and plead for more and to let him come. It was so fun watching him grow more and more desperate as the time ticked by, adoring his soft and stuttery ‘please’s’ and ‘oh’s’. There were so many kiss marks all over his skin now, in two different shades. One was Y/N’s and one was her friend’s, or who everyone called Evangeline. He was like goo, so malleable, all melted from their touch.
“Please?” He said breathily. He wasn’t even sure what he was asking for at that point, his brain all messed up. He looked so pretty while he was all fucked out, pupils blown wide and lips so kissable they were irresistable.
“Beg.”
“Please.” He whined, Y/N smiled so bright. “Please let me come. I’ll- I’ll be so good.” He pleaded desperately, “I promise.” He then added on.
“You promise?” Evangeline chuckled softly, slowly inching her hand closer and closer to Harry’s neglected cock, which was pitifully leaking and throbbing against his stomach. He nodded with a quiet ‘yes’ and she hummed, gently running the tip of her nail along the length of his cock, making him whimper from the barely enough stimulation. Y/N’s own fingers were toying with his sensitive nipples, pinching and tugging gently.
“You think you deserve it?” Y/N asked, lightly digging her thumbnail into his nipple and his cock jerked, more precum spilling from his tip while he let out a small whine.
“Yes, yes, please? I’ve been so good.” He said, his voice slowly fading once Evangeline finally wrapped her hand around his cock, a soft and relieved sigh slipping past his lips.
a/n: who’s evangeline?
🏷: @crow-i-guess, @planetflos, @harrycanyonmoonn, @bxtchboy69, @sweet-as-lilacs, @lyricalniall, @venusincleo (couldn’t tag you!), @bxbun111, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @emispleased, @goldenhrry, @cinnamongirlrry, @manifestrry, @niallhoranshotgf, @sad1esgf, @taylorsreputationsversion, @violetsandfluff, @purplefishingline, @a-strange-familiar, @moonlightbea-33 (couldn’t tag you!), @famedrs-blog, @coochiesteak, @blahblahblah-888 (couldn’t tag you!), @milesisntdonewritingyet, @cherrycoucou18 (couldn’t tag you!), @alexxavicry, @harrysgoth, @theroosterswife24, @cinnamonlola, @youcan-nolonger-run
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his-littlefox · 6 days
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guys!! reblog with your fav song(s) from ttpd!! 💘
🎀 down bad
🎀 guilty as sin?
🎀 but daddy i love him
edit: im adding a third song bcc!!!
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augustinapril · 10 months
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congrats on 200! i can't think of anyone more deserving than you <3
𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐦 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 — request one of the character in the fandoms above in an au from my list, and I'll write you a fic!!
florist au with tasm!peter parker<33
I love this idea :(( might write more of florist!reader with Peter bc it's cute. no spiderman in this au!! hope you like this?
warnings: none! just some awkward!Peter & gn!reader <3 proofread by @lemkay-luminary .
wc: 1k || 200 followers event
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Peter thinks the flower shop is cozy. It smells like a dewy spring morning, a variety of warm colors fills his vision as he looks around in search of you and that stupidly cute apron you’re forced to wear.
You're hiding somewhere in the forest of colorful plants, his feet leading him through the leaves. The melodic sound of your voice meets his ears when he reaches a small stand of greeting cards beside the counter.
As he peaks around the corner, he finds what he's been searching for. You're talking to a little boy, leaning down to his height while pointing at a small pot of red azaleas. Your voice is soft as you speak to him, a smile sweet as honey graces your face.
"I'm sure she will love them," You assure, grabbing ahold of the pot and handing it to him, making sure his small hands have a good grip on it. "Should we go find you Tori so you two can pay for it?"
The boy nods his head excitedly as you stand, leading the boy toward where Peter is standing. Peter moves out of the way.
Just his luck that he ends up running into the stand of greeting cards, his foot catching onto the leg of it. He barely catches it, and it’s a miracle that none of the cards fell on the floor. “Are you okay?”
He snaps to you, meeting your worried eyes. “Uh, yeah I’m okay. Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” He informs you, laughing in embarrassment. He’s sure his ears are as red as the azaleas you put by the register.
A woman interrupts—though it’s more like her unknowingly coming to his rescue—she picks the little boy up, as she rests the child on her hip. “Evander! Did you find mommy's gift?” Her hands reach up to brush some of his braids out of his face as she talks, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
“Sure did, momma. Y/n helped me find it.” He spoke, pointing at you. You chuckle as his mom gently grabs his hand, pulling it towards her.
“What do we say about pointing, baby?”
He rushes to correct himself. “That it's rude.”
She smiles again, nodding. “That’s right. It’s okay to forget sometimes, you’re not in trouble. I’m just reminding you, baby.” He nods, head snapping back in your direction when he hears the register make a ka-ching sound, hands bouncing eagerly. “Here’s your flowers, Evander.” You say, carefully handing him the potted plant. “Remember to tell Evangeline I say happy birthday.”
“Will do. What do we say, Evander?”
“Thank you!” Evander shouts, as he waves his hand at you with enthusiasm. You wave back with a broad smile.
“You have a good day, sweetheart!” The woman shouts back as the door chimes.
“You too Tori!” You return, and the door shuts. You exhale, taking a quick moment, then turning to him. Peter forgot he was here for a second, so caught up with your interaction with that mother and her son. It was clear you knew them somehow. “Sorry for the wait.”
Peter sheepishly shakes his head, waving off your apology. “It’s no problem at all, really.” He hates to admit that he’s nervous, but he is, and it makes him feel stupid. “I'm here to pick up an order?”
“Oh course!” You say, returning back behind the counter to look at a piece of paper. Your eyes scan over it, flickering back and forth quickly. There’s a beat of silence, one that makes Peter's heart pick up its pace before you speak. “You’re Peter Parker, right?”
His eyes grow wide in confusion. He wasn’t expecting you to know his name, and by the way you chuckle, the confusion is painted on his face . “We had chemistry together, I think.”
“Oh, yeah.” He doesn’t really remember anything from that class, but you don’t need to know that. “Sorry.”
“It’s alright, high school sucked. You’re not obligated to remember every classmate.” You continue, writing something down on the paper before quickly excusing yourself. Peter questions if he can go through with his plan.
Aunt May had a way of persuading him into doing it. He told her about you after coming home one day, spilling all his thoughts about the florist he’s seen multiple times skating home that he had a growing crush on. May thought that he should ask you out, and as much as he wanted to, he didn’t know how.
Which led to May convincing him to order an arrangement of flowers and use them as an excuse to try and get your number. That’s exactly what he’s trying to do, but now that he’s this far along, he wonders if he’ll be able to get the question out.
Thankfully, you’re back before he can ponder on it more, a small arrangement of lavender and white blossoms. He can smell the lavender from here. “Here are your flowers.”
“Thank you,” Peter says as anxiety creeps through his system. He wants to pull back, let go of his plan and just tell May it didn’t work. Peter knows she would see right through his lie, and she would have wasted good money on flowers for no reason. He began to speak before he gave himself another chance to back out. “Hey, uhm, is there any chance I could possibly . . .” He pauses, nerves making him second guess himself before he continues, adjusting his shirt as the words come out quicker. “I don’t know, maybe i could get your number to go with the flowers?”
He looks at you sheepishly, his face heating up as your eyes widen slightly. He thinks it's the kind of surprise that means you’re going to politely reject him and you'd send him on his way. Instead he receives your beautiful smile, making butterflies bloom in his stomach, and then you’re reaching for a pen.
Your handwriting fits you perfectly, he thinks as you hand him the paper. Your number is scribbled in blue ink, followed by a little smiley face. He doesn't realize the note you wrote in the corner until he leaves.
'Hope to hear from you soon! :)'
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please reblog if you enjoyed this!! If you want more florist!reader & Peter my requests are open. <3
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tainted-heartz · 1 year
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HELLO ITS MYSTRY PERSON ITS A WALLY X READER BUTTTT THIS ONE-SHOT IS SPECIAL
what if wally was taking y/n on a surprise date! Like he asked Y/n to meet him on top of a hill by a cherry tree! In the afternoon after they both were done doing there things y/n started walking towrds the bridge they saw.. (ITS LIKE WHEN MANOLO DID THE CANDLS ON THE BRIDGE THING THEN MARIA WALKED DOWN AND SLOWLY MADE HER WAY TO THE TREE WHERE MANOLO WAS SINGING TO HER also it is from the book of life if you do not know what I'm talking about!!😼😼) and as they have fun watched as the sun set and onto the night sky he grabs y/n hand and asked y/n if they wanted to dance ofc y/n said yes (Also fire Flys were glowing around them so I was kinda bright!!) AND wally started to dance with y/n (ma belle evangeline was playing in the background istg it's so perfect 🤭🤭) and he dipped y/n AND......
Cliffhanger MWHHHAHAHAGGAGGAG IM SO EVIL 👹👹👹👹👹 BUT I SWEAR ILL PUT A PART TWO BUT NOW IMA LEAVE A CLIFFHANGER🤭 (HOPE YOU HOPE THIS IDEAAA!!! :)
| AAA THIS IS SO <33 might as well slap down a few silly hcs to just add on since I've been in a dry brain mood- and this is gonna be pretty short </3 |
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wally was a romantic type by many means and would he take it to the extent of taking you on a romantic surprise day? of course he would! he gives you a small smile and asks you to sit with him , while sitting with him he can't help but lean on you and enjoy the small moment you and him are having. he soaks in every sweet memory of you even if he isn't present , always having his eyes on you. he was always watching even if you think you're alone.
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iheartdabihawks · 4 months
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dabihawks but as systems !! :D [ im not appropriate to ask questions related to systemhood nor is debate on plurality allowed around here keep my out of it if you wanna but take these thoughts as it is ]
hawks and the others apart of the system dont realize they are a system (id wanna say osdd1a) until the lov arc w him while dabi realizes hes a part of a system (i like osdd1b for him) around the time he gets into his homeless arc wed have hawks as host, keigo as core, taka and screech are commission and the parents similar persecutors, endie is the endeavor introject, fierce is a trauma and depression holder, feather and red are little the latter being a traumaholder, and hero is the caretaker/optimist then we have dabi and cremate as hosts, cremate the more hateful vengeful emotional manic one while dabi is just bitter spiteful and aggressive, touya is the core, killian is like a forgotten campfire cold and ashy, yuki and evangeline are caregivers yuki being the more mature logical one while evangeline is more sister like, twins flame and flake are littles along with match the playmate dabi and the sys would help hawks and the sys as dabis other headmates wanna interact with hawks and hawks realizes hes not talking to dabi because bird instincts picked up on it and so dabi and the sys give off some info and hawks starts asking questions which spiral into hawks and the sys realizing oh shit were a system too either dabi and hawks get together during healing while being hosts, partially synthesized, or fully synthesized which is the happy ending or the toxicity because too much, they prioritize their goals more no matter how much their respective headmates argue and they fall apart and never talk again </3 that the end for dabi and hawks but plural !! thanks for reading !! <33
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missroller15 · 2 years
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my speak now girlies are gonna love this next fic…
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