#hOW COULD I FOGET THE ONE THE ONLY

[the0retically]

Bizly creates such great characters how am I supposed to be normal about them?

#jrwi #jrwi thoughts #bizlychannel #chip rand Thanatos and every pd npc have taken permanent residence in my mind #just bouncing around like the dvd logo #EVEN RAI JUST LIVES IN MY HEAD #hOW COULD I FOGET THE ONE THE ONLY #shilo bathory

[acesofspadess]

This Is The Voice

a/n: everyone needs some more Niall

summary: you're the mega mentor, and Niall doesn't know that

“This is the last knockouts ill ever get to coach and im really excited because our mega mentor this season is one of the greatest singers and people of all time.”

“Shes a legend in the industry.”

“She is an EGOT”

“So the mega mentor this season is……… Y/N L/N! Or Horan to Niall”

BLAKE

“Well this like a full circle moment for me. You were here as Adams advisor in the first season and now you are mega mentor in my last season.” blake looked down at 29 year old you who was reminiscing. “What does that say about our relationship.”

“That whenever you're here I lose.” you laughed at him as he shook his head. “You let yourself lose to an 18 year old Blake.” his eyes widdend at that, “Oh man, i forgot you were only 18. I feel so old. And now your married too.” he shook his not wanting to think about it any more.

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KELLY

“You still havent seen Niall yet?” Kelly and you had a moment to chat before the artist came in. “no and I feel so bad. I've been super slow on my answers to his text. I just want to hold him.”

I've know Y/N since she was around 18, we got to perform together in Vegas almost 12 years ago.

“Im so glad it's Blake’s last season. Hes just had a very good vibe.” Kelly filled you on some behind the scenes.

“Oh thats good, he really can be a pain sometimes.

And I've also been able to work with her and tour with her and learn from her. Shes so young and has taught a lot of artist with singing and being on stage. I love that all these artist are gonna get that same experience today.

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CHANCE

There was a knock on your dressing room door and you opened it to see Chance. “Y/N!” He cheered as he opened his arms up for a hug. You laughed and thanks the heavens you werent wearing heavy makeup as he was wearing white. 

Y/N… shes a legend in the industry. Grammy award winning artist.

“And when was the last time i saw you?” you laughed at his question. “Probably Grammy’s 2020…?” he shook his head, “how could i foget miss album of the year.

Her being a top tier artist for so long and having so many experiences is something that we could all grow from. 

After Chance had run down his artist for you, you waited for them to come in and laughed at whispers you heard. “Well hello there, I love your hair.” you told Nariella whose hair was similar to your ginger colour. “I actually got the idea from you.” you both laughed and whispered an ‘i like you already’. 

I just think its so amazing for her to be here and represent black women and girls. Shes definitely someone i look up to.

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NIALL

It was finally time to see your love. Niall was supposed to be meeting Riley… but you didnt let that happen. You were facing the camera, your back facing the direction Niall would walk through. 

“Riley Tate-”

You turned around at the sound of his voice and he immediately stopped talking. “Hi love.” you  were smiling so hard at his reaction to seeing you before he scooped you up in a hug and twirled youn around.

“Why are you here- wait. Your da mega mentor?” his accent was thicker because of the surprise and you loved it. 

I mean to work with Y/N L/N the queen of pop… im getting goose bumps thinking about it now, its just amazing being in her presence 

Thats your wife Niall

Say it again 

“Well now that your here i was going to ask you if you wanted to come to a golf course with me.” Niall had his head on her shoulder and he could feel the laugh that came from her at his words.

Shes an absolute legend, and she teaches me something everyday, i cant wait for her to teach my team.

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“Alright love, Gina, shes really shy, reminds me of you when you came to write for the band.”

Niall laughed his beautiful laugh as you hid your face in your hands. “Don't remind me.”

“You might have to tell her to speak up.” you nodded at the information and were ready to see her. “And then she sings, and a different person comes out, a lot like you.” you cooed at his comparison seeing how much Gina meant to Niall.

“Now Kates kinda got the jazzy, Amy Winehouse-y vibe.” you ‘oo’ed’ at the information. “Lets see what they got.”

You watched as they walked around the corner and saw them subtly freak out at seeing you. You got up from your seat with the help of Niall(not that you needed it but he always held his hand out for you).

“Look who ive got!” Niall cheered from behind you as the girls gave you hugs.

I saw the ginger hair and Niall leaning on her and was like- please… ITS Y/N”

“How are you?” you asked hugging them both.

I was not expecting Y/N to be in the room with Niall. I was very starstruck.”

“Im gonna sing ‘somebody that i used to know’,” Gina shared her song and you marvelled at the softness of her voice. “Im very close to my dad, and he was a DJ and that was a song he always loved.”

“Thats beautiful Gina truly.”

Listening too her sing brought chills to your skin. 

You cheered as she finished and let Niall say what you know hes been holding in.  “And that sass that youve got this week.” Niall admired with a little laugh. “Really?” you loved how she went from this marvellous singer to this soft spoken girl. “I wasnt expecting that.” Gina thanked Niall before she looked at you and you shook your head.

“You gave me chills seriously, the only thing is ‘for lack of better wording’ understanding your words.” you watched as she took the advice and applauded her silently knowing if you were in her possician you would have certainly started crying.

“Yeah keep those words separate. Its very easy to go-” and you watched as he broke off his words in example. “You know what I mean. So give your self a bit of space.”

“I like that bub. I like that a lot.” 

You listened to him sing the words slowly and closed you eyes in sereness. “That staccato.” you pitched in. “her first audition to right now,” he looked at you threading his fingers with yours, “completley diffrent person.” you laughed softly squeezing his had. “I was just like you when i started, you can ask him.” he kissed your temple lightly in admiration, “she still is. Cant give her a compliment without her hiding away. Huh, beautiful?” you did as he knew you would and tucked your face into his neck. “See.” 

You turned your head to watch Gina and Kate play fight as theu swapped places. “I really wish you guys liked each other.” you joked sitting up properly. “I know so much hatred in here.” Niall joked back with you adjusting in his seat. “Its just awful.” Niall lost it, throwing his head back in laughter, letting you hear his laugh again. That would always be your favourite song. 

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“Ooh we've got a guitar.” you saw the shaped guitar and immediately fell in love. “Its my baby.” Kate spoke. “Gonna have to get me self one just like that,” you all laughed before Niall looked at the gap between your seats and pulled your seat closer to his. You grabbed his hand and kissed it before looking back up at Kate. “what song are gonna sing love.” you asked as Niall sat back in his seat. “Im singing ‘Call Me’ by Blondie.”

“Oh lets hear it.” 

Kate had the stage presence of a lifetime. “Very good!” you clapped proudly. “Thank you.” you smiled as Niall began to speak. “My favourite parts are when its chilled.” You agreed with him softly as he continued to speak. “Dont stay with the-” Niall sang in a high pitch for example and you nodde your head. “Towards the end it gets a bit crashy for me. I wonder if there's a way of toning it down?” he looked to you for advice. “Tone down the crashing for more like ‘TOMS’ or something like that?” you offered and he took it. “Yeah so we can offer some more jazziness.” he agreed while drumming in the air, “you wanna come back up Gina?” You smiled widely hearing the softness and joy in his voice when he talked to her. “Im thrilled to pieces. I asked a really close friend of mine when were younger, who is now very successful, what is the best piece of advice you can give me. He said ‘have fun’. So i hope your having fun and getting to meet people that youll remain friends with forever.”

You watched Gina and Kate turn to each other and you hugged yourself. “Awwe that makes me so happy.” Niall grabbed your hand and held it in the air. “And one day you might marry them.” you all laughed before Niall spoke up again. “You're the best ladies.” you watched as they walked away and Niall rested his head on shoulder again. “I love you. You're amazing.”

“I love you too Ni.”

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[sugarlesswriting]

I always knew that Gotham War was going to be stupid because Selina's plans of stealing from the rich has flaws and Bruce has his whole Zurr still lingering in his mindscape thing, but like goodness. So after I read the first two issues of the Gotham War event I'm wondering if I'm the only one who noticed this

Now this might just be me grasping at straws to try and make their ooc moments seem in character but why would Barbra correct herself? We know from Batman/Catwoman Gotham Wars Issue 1 that Bruce said that he turned off his comms, but did that include monitoring? Also, why would Bruce take out his suits monitoring but still keep the tracker in there? For plot relevance yes, it makes sense but this is delulu town and I'm making up excuses.

I feel like some readers are looking at the ooc moments and going well that doesn't make sense, which fair because girl same, but I got to this sentence and was like Oracle babe why did you correct yourself? Why did you feed intel to Jason knowing that he is working with Selina?

UNLESS

They know that they are being monitored. It's been weeks since Bruce got into his coma, right? (I refuse to say he was just sleeping because that's not how sleeping works) So what if something happened during that time that has them acting like this? Because I simply refuse that all of the batfam drank dumb bitch juice for breakfast 8 weeks straight. Again let us be delusional for a bit longer.

They know that whoever is working the bigger game here wants Batman to be alone, to be at his weakest, so they play that part.

Whoever is watching them now knows that Batman is going off the deep end, he can't be helped because who knows what he'll do next, and they are going to help Selina if she asks. This gives the unknown watcher the thought that he won't have backup when he needs it.

We already know that they're being watched by The Riddler

But I refuse to believe that they're being like that because of the Riddler, like he's good villain, don't get me wrong but it just seems too easy for it to be him.

Hell they aren't the only ones being watched I mean even the villains are being secretive

Of course the villains are going to be meeting each other in secret but we are indulging on the idea that even they know something bigger is in Gotham and watching their own every move. Could they be talking about Batman? Maybe. But they also could be talking about an unknown being.

I know this is just a theory that probably isn't true but I can't live through another Civil War 2 type of hero vs hero. I didn't like it when it was Avengers vs X-men, (even though Scott was in the right #Cyclopswasright), or the many times when heroes had to fight against each other to create sales. On a side note wouldn't it be funny if this just tanked? Like I'm not going to buy anymore because to me it's a waste of money.

Anyway, I know that they're doing this to go back to the status quo of Batman and Robin being the only heroes in Gotham and that the Joker (boring) is going to be back and it'll be like the good old days of the crime duo fighting together. I mean who can't wait to read the amazing villain known as Shush (She-Hush)? Joking aside I'm sure it'll be good but dear god that villain name.

Anyways the only good thing about Gotham War was this banger of a line.

I don't know which one wrote Batman's line, Howard or Zdarsky but it was the greatest thing that I read so far. 10/10 made me laugh and was able to foget how bad the premise to this whole war was.

#batman #Oracle #Jason Todd #Redhood #Tim Drake #Robin #Gotham Wars #aka Catwoman and Batmans divorce is now everyone else's problem #which so iconic of them #dc comics #nightwing #dick would have stopped this #tim would also have stopped this #cass would have bodied batman lets be real #sadly everyone got dumb and weak for the plot

[miitarashi]

I don't know why,but this rent an apartment on my mind so yeah i had to take the opportunity that is still octuber and write it. Don't ask me,just read.

[Name] = reader (female and chubby because why not??)

Warnings: mentions of blood,killing,maybe a tiny little bit of spicy and it's a long ass reading (i'm not joking,it's really really long). Maybe some wrong words here and there,sorry some always pass through.

You've been warned.

But if you just read about the spicy and want to read this part right away,go straight down. It's close to the end. Your welcome.

Prompt: he became a vampire.

It's all begin with Tintin reading somewhere about supernatural events in the most obvious place for this to happen,Pennsylvania.

You and Haddock end up going along. Captain going to prove that things like this didn't exist and you,just for curiosity,almost the same reason as Tintin. At first,things were leading for more questions than answers,it was an serial killer and all the corpses had those particular mark on the neck,after this didn't take much longer to find out. Hiding in a seclud place far from the town was the hideout of the vampire,neither of you three believed at first but when he tried to attack showing off his fangs,well,i guess it was believeble.

In the middle of the fight,Tintin end up bited but you and Haddock maneged to kill the vampire,rushing for the hospital by how pale he was fearing the worst. On the side of the bed,was you and the old sea man,looking down at his sleep form worried and in silence until..

"Lady...? He's receivin' blood,right?" - you raised an eyebrow,confused,but nod.

"Then why in the beard of poseidon he's more pale then the floor of this hospital still?!" - he point out,loud like always.

"I don't know but,please captain,don't be so loud we are-"

"Look!! He's wakin' up!! Lad! Talk to us!!" - not only cutting you mid sentence,he warned almost screaming.

You even thought about scolding him,but the sight of Tintin moving and slowly waking up made you foget instantly about it,helping him to sit better on the bed.

"Captain...please don't scream,we're in a hospital.." - he say in a slight groggy tone and looked at you.

Immediately you could notice some differences,but for now,you only smiled happy that he was awake. Captain quickly shut after his request and you explained what happened while he heard intentily,surprised and confused,looking down at himself, then for you two again.

"In a more direct way,it means that...i'm a vampire now? A real one?"

"Well...yes but,don't worry,we'll try to find a way to make you turn back into a human" - you reassure,more yourself than him but hide it behind a smile.

"Aye! We'll stick by your side no matter what! Ye won't be a leech for lon'! Or my name is not Archibald Haddock!" - he said confident,soon being shushed by other people because he was being loud again.

After this,you three come back home,captain was counting on you to help Tintin through this and if anything you should just call and he would rush towards you two. Back inside of the apartment,he take off his coat and tried to see himself through a mirror,giving a quiet chuckle when he saw nothing.

"Vampires don't have reflection,that proves it" - he commented looking at you.

"Can you be my mirror and say what is different,please?" - you nod with a small smile.

"Well,you're really pale...your eyes..are a bit darker and..your fangs don't show up to much,your lips cover it well enough" - he raised an eyebrow when you said about his fangs.

Instinctively,he open his mouth feeling the fangs with the tip of his fingers,being a bit surprised,like just now the idea is sinking in.

"Guess i'm indeed a vampire,what i've got myself into this time"

"Hey,don't worry to much ok? We'll find a cure or something like this soon,you just have to be far away from the sun and garlic and you'll be just fine"

Your words sound cheeful with a little hint of playfulness,enough to bring a small smile and a little chuckle out of him,he nod and let a sigh.

"I'll begin the research about it,i have some books that might help"

"Ok,if anything i'll be on the living room,good luck"

You give a quick kiss on his cheek,recieving one on your forehead before walking towards his office. You let a little sigh, trying to keep a otmist mind althought this whole situation seems way to much,since things are still at ease that's enough by now.

Hours passed after that, your mind filled with the possibilities of what could happen, preventing you from focusing on anything else fully. Sighing, you get up and try to at least prepare something to eat in a small attempt to occupy your mind with something else.

In the other room, Tintin opened and closed books, gathering as much information as possible by writing in his notebook. Looking at the last book, then closing it, he leans on the back of the chair sighing and looking at the ceiling before turning to Snowy who was looking at him a little worried.

"Only the most normal things, even among the lines, there's no other way than the classic. Killing the one who creates the vampires is the only way" - he comments, lightly stroking the dog behind the ears.

"We may have to find and kill dracula,sounds easy,right?" - he joke a bit,trying to ease the atmosphere for Milu.

"Don't worry so much,i'll be ok,maybe a quick break will do good for us?" - the dog seem to agree and he nod in response.

Closing the notebook, Tintin got up and walked out of the office, promptly followed by Snowy. Hearing the door open, you turned around and gave a small smile when you saw him before turning your attention back to what you were chopping to prepare dinner.

"So, did you manage to find anything useful?"

"Unfortunately no, nothing other than the words 'only Dracula's death will free mortals from his vampiric curse'. It looks like we will have to hunt Dracula now" - he approached, taking Snowy's food and putting it in the pot so he could eat.

"dracula? like...the real dracula...??" - you asked, somewhat surprised at first, looking at him from the corner of your eye, who nodded in response.

"yes, it seems that the only solution. Until then, I'll be like this for a while" - he concluded as he leaned back on the counter next to you.

"well...it's like I said, stay away from the sun and garlic and you'll probably be fine" - you replied with a slight shrug, making him smile before walking closer to you.

"You don't seem too bothered by the situation, is there a reason for that?" - he asks, standing behind you while you keep chopping some vegetables.

"You being alive by my side, even though you're a vampire, is more than enough for me" - you end up saying it without thinking much, blushing slightly because of your own words.

Tintin couldn't help but smile with relief, perhaps he thought this situation would end up being difficult for both of you, but given your reaction, fortunately it proved otherwise. As usual, the journalist wrapped your chubby form with his arms resting his head on the crook of your neck with a soft sigh.

"thank you [Name], I'm glad I was lucky enough to have you" - he speak in this low,smooth tone of his.

You smiled, feeling your face redden even more at his words, but not just you. Being a vampire, his senses had become heightened and the heat left his body in the process, so with his arms wrapped around your waist and face resting in your neck, Tintin could feel it. Blood pressure making your blood flow to your flushed face, coursing through your soft, warm body. Moving lightly and slowly, he pressed his face a little more firmly against your neck, specifically above your artery, listening and feeling the pulse of your heart, creating a strange type of trance that not even he noticed he was in,but you obviously noticed too,making you stop and put the knife aside,cleaning your hands quickly while trying to think in other thing than his touches on you.

"Tintin...are you ok...?" - you said in a low tone,just for him to hear,but he couldn't at the moment.

His arms pressed your body against his slowly, searching for more of that comfortable heat that he is no longer able to produce, breathing in deeply your aroma making goosebumps run through your skin. His nose gently drags across your neck until they are replaced by his lips, stopping right above your artery.

"...[Name]...why you...smell so good..." - he speaks against your neck,a slight subtone of confusion in his words.

You could tell that even he didn't seem to understand exactly what he was doing, but he couldn't help it. His voice was a low whisper in his normal soft tone without the purpose of being malicious or teasing, just...longing with a growing hunger. This should have made you at least on alert for obvious reasons, but your mind couldn't fully focus on your instincts when Tintin had his hands on you.

He always knew and made a point of memorizing the best spots to touch you, learning and deifying every part of your body without caring, quite the opposite, loving the fact that you were chubby. His arms pressed you against him a little more, focusing on making the most of your heat, however, you could feel his breath against your skin making you slightly sigh at the sensation.

"...[Name]...i...may i please...taste you?" - he said under his breath, feeling the blood rushing up to make your cheeks blush.

It was at this moment that you could briefly remember what he was now and understand what he wanted, your mind finally starting to better understand your situation and begin to show more cautious towards him.

"But...what if you end up-"

"i would never" - he cut you quickly to answer, without hesitation.

"I'll stop when you say and whenever you say. Just, please...please [Name]..." - his tone gets slightly needy, not desperate but a bit urgent.

As if hunger was starting to cloud his thoughts, but he managed to keep them in order for now. However, the inebriated part made his body act and his hand gently entered the side of your blouse, the touch, now cold, of his hands made you squirm lightly followed by a brief sigh, both yours and his. The same happened with the other hand that slowly went under your shirt caressing the area carefully savoring the warmth of your soft body in his palms slowly making your mind wander and be filled by the sensations he provided in a way that made it even more difficult say no or walk away, as if he easily had you where he wanted you. An easy prey.

"..please [Name]...just a small taste...i need you..." - he asks again making you sigh in response to his tone.

"...yes...yes you can..." - you could only agree in a quiet answer.

Maybe you would be transformed too, maybe he really can't control himself, but you just didn't see yourself capable of saying no. He murmured words of thanks, moving his face away just enough to open his mouth demonstrating his pointed fangs, which you soon felt scratching your neck lightly, moving to a safer area where he could bite without causing problems. The tip of the fangs press and pierce your flesh making you hiss at first, the rapid pain travels through your body being replaced by the sensation of suction right in the area of ​​the bite. His fingers dig into your skin, a grunt of satisfaction as the taste of blood graces his palate, which he enjoys by closing his eyes to focus on the sensation.

Your whole body tingle, you had to bite back a sound while feeling the blood being drained, at first a little quickly but then it gradually decreases. You shouldn't and felt ashamed to admit it, but you couldn't deny the excitement building within, pressing your tights together in an instinctive movement, as he continued to drink your blood eagerly.

"Tintin...that's enough...stop..." - your voice sounded low, a little weak and without realizing it, a little whiny.

Along with a touch on his arm, it was enough to break him out of this trance, making him stop instantly and open his eyes. Without wasting a single drop, he licked the remnants of blood that came out of the small marks caused by his fangs, your body reacting to being basically under his control at this point.

"sorry, are you ok?" - he asked in a softer tone, receiving a nod in response.

"great and...i'm sorry again [Name] i just...couldn't help it..." - he said in an apologetic tone.

"that's...that's ok just...a warning next..." - your voice had clear embarrassment in the tone that had easily been noticed.

Tintin, a little worried, removed one of his hands from inside your shirt, holding your face cautiously, turning it so that it met his eyes, the light blue that seemed so warm to see was now a dark shade of blue, still caring but deeper in a way that you couldn't put in words very well.

"Darling, are you really ok?" - he speak soft a bit worried still.

Normally, when he uses the petname it is always to get your attention better for you to speak your mind, but now, you could only blush and look away embarrassed for feeling this way. He could feel your heart speed up, the heat of your body gradually increasing under his fingers easily making him tie up the loose ends and blush slightly as he took in the situation better, the way his arms were wrapped around you, how close your bodies were and your reactions.

Out of the blue, the hand that was holding your face pressed a little firmly making you look at him again, those penetrating eyes focused on yours in a silent request to which you quickly nodded yes and soon, his lips took yours in a soft, slow kiss at first. Feeling your lips parting slightly for more contact, without wasting time, his tongue slips in tangling with your still slowly.

You could feel the iron taste of blood still present, but you could only focus on him turning to face each other hugging his neck as he turned the kiss into something more passionate and deep, drinking your soft sounds while gripping your waist firmly before his cold hands crawl up your soft body, savoring the feeling of each curve, of each sweet spot he dedicated himself to learning and memorizing, never getting tired of exploring your body whenever he touches you.

When he finally stopped the kiss, he grabbed your thighs in a tight grip placing you on his lap in a quick motion like he was lifting paper off the floor sitting you on the balcony of the kitchen.

"Tintin...shouldn't we-"

"do you want me to stop?" - he cut you, saying in a daring tone.

His hand went up your thighs, taking advantage of the fact that you were wearing shorts, allowing him to feel your skin and that the cold touch sent goosebumps through your body, while his other hand went up your belly, slowly lifting your shirt.

"if you say no, I'll stop right away...but, do you really want me to do it, darling?" - he dare again, getting close to your neck to nuzzle his nose on your skin there.

"..no..please don't.." - you might sound a little pathetic, but you couldn't care less.

All his touches, words and teasing never failed to make you needy for him, he sighs against your skin pulling away to look at you with a small soft smile, kissing your forehead.

"good, now my beautiful girl, let me show you just how much I need you" - his voice was soft at the beginning.

But his hands soon begin to move to take off your shirt slowly his mouth trailing kisses and bites through your chest, slowly moving down...

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A/N: if you reach here,damm,i should give you a prize because i REALLY end up writing way too much lol. I need someone to speak about vampire Tintin because i have so much ideias about it. Maybe i'll do some headcanons and- oh yeah,i'll start writing the request now so yeah,i'm slowly getting back. Thank you for reading! Love u!

#the adventures of tintin #tintin #tintin movie #tintin x reader #captain haddock #archibald haddock #tintin 2011 #the adventures of tintin 2011 #tintin movie 2011

[acacia-may]

What usually helps me when I’m sick is watching my favorite shows for the Millionth time 😂! Sometimes it just makes me feel better even though I’ve already seen it and I know what happens. Also my pets make me feel better too lol, I remember one time (a few years ago) I had really bad Bronchitis and I couldn’t sleep laying down and had to sleep sitting up since I couldn’t really breathe. Well at night, one of my cats would follow me to bed and would stare at me until I fell asleep (ik it’s kinda creepy agwjwjs 😆) and when I would wake up he’d have his head laying on my chest. So I gave him the nickname “Night Nurse” because it was like he was a nurse lol!

Now onto the HC’s hehe! The only one I have right now is for Finral tho 😅.

I imagine Finral is a momma hen and worries about everyone when they’re sick. He tries his best to cook them chicken noodle soup and makes sure their fevers are done, he gives them a comunication device so that way they can contact him whenever they need something. Once Finral is the one sick, the Black Bulls show just how much they love and care about him by taking care of him just as well as he took care of them!

I hope you feel better soon Acacia dear 🥺🫂💕!! Sending love, hugs, and positive vibes!

Thank you so much, Lyra! This is so incredibly sweet, and I really appreciate all of your soft & fluffy thoughts and well wishes! 🥰

Your cat sounds adorable! I often joke that my dog acts more like a cat than a dog (i.e. she likes to hide from people, prefers to lounge around, and doesn't make a lot of noise), but even she won't jump up on beds. That's so cute!! 🥰

It's so nice to have those comfort shows you can just go back to and watch when you need a pick-me-up! I tend to watch a lot of baking shows when I'm looking for something for positive and relaxing. Even though I usually can't eat anything they're making, I appreciate the art of it, and I think I just get too invested (and then stressed out) about a lot of my other favorite tv. For instance, I was thinking about going back and rewatching some of my favorite Black Clover episodes recently, but then I had this really vivid (yet total random) mental image of Mother Nature from the really old Rankin-Bass "Year Without a Santa Claus." There's this scene where she's just trying to have a good time and have tea and keep really positive, but she is getting increasing frustrated with her bickering sons who refuse to get along with each other...and, in a way, I feel like that's me when I watch my favorite BC episodes. 😅😂 [My stupid, stupid boys! 💚💙]

(A/N: This is me, friends! Also, realizing that this movie was super formative for me and (how does that one joke go again?) the origin of my crippling addiction to problematic fictional brother relationships...😅😂)

Anyway that was a major digression, but speaking of the spatial mage brothers... your Finral headcanon is so wholesome! It made me smile so much! He'd make such an attentive and kind nurse for his sick friends, and yes, you're absolutely right he would worry so much about them until they got better. I love this idea of yours about the communicator especially. I can just picture him literally running when he's called or thinks he's needed and just completely fogetting that he could actually just portal right there.😅😂 He's such a goofball especially when he's worried about his friends, I think, but it's very sweet and very endearing.

One of my favorite things about Finral really is just how kindhearted and generous he is. He really does spend so much time and effort taking care of everyone else, and I really don't think there's even a question about it for him--he's just such a naturally generous person who'd really give his friend the shirt off his back if he thought they needed it more than he did. For that reason, it really warms my heart to think about what would happen in the reverse when Finral is the one who is sick and his friends get the opportunity to take care of him. I love this idea that you shared that his friends would all want to take the opportunity to kind of pay him back for taking such good care of them, and it really is nice to imagine Finral being the one being doted on for a change. He really does deserve it (though hopefully he doesn't stay sick for too long)!

Thank you so much again for sharing such sweet and wholesome thoughts, Lyra! I really appreciate the ask, support, and kind words! Cheers!! 🥰

#aww this is so sweet #thank you so much for all the wholesomeness and fluff lyra!! #final roulacase #spatial mage brothers #my boys 💚💙 #lyra 💜 #soft & fluffy asks

[the---hermit]

22 and 29 for the bookwork asks? 👀

Hello!

22.what is an essential element of a good book?

If a book manages to make me foget that I am reading, and I can only think of reading more of it meanwhile dreading the fact that it will end and it will all be over it's a good book. This factor can be motivated by very different things tho. Overall I feel like I prefer fast paced books, but the fact a book is fast paced doesn't make it a good book. It's not easy to find a common element that just makes a good book, especially because I'm a mood reader so if I'm not in the right mood I could end up disliking a book that otherwise I would have loved. So I guess the reading experience has a lot of influence in my overall opinion of a book. This answer is so bad I'm sorry 😂

29.how do you organise your books?

I answered this in another ask, but essentially I divide my books into genres, and then I divide everything up trying to keep the same authors together and books with similar vibes close to one another. I will soon reorganize my shelves and make a post about it, but in general this is the only way my brain catalogues books.

Send me a bookworm ask!!

#ask #asked #asks #answered #ask game #bookworm ask #cris speaks #the---hermit

[sappersarge]

Eighteen years to the day and i remember everything like it was yesterday. I'm pretty sure i can describe the sounds if i had to retell this story to someone on the street. One thing i will do is never foget and appreciate those that gave the ultimate sacrifice that any American can give.

Here i go another year of sharing this story to friends and family that don't know what i and others go through every year around the holidays. This is why so many of us try to be to ourselves and think of those that are no longer with us.

Mosul, Iraq FOB Marez

Tuesday December 21, 2004

This morning at the end of my guard duty i came back to the room and immediately i crashed from being so tired. I don’t know what time it was but i remember Spc. Mason being in the room and we are being woke up by Spc. Ruhren banging on the door asking are we going to eat??? I can hear Nick getting dressed and rushing out the door. David then asks, “Hey motherfucker are you going to eat???” Of course i usually go and eat with these guys but today i had a strange feeling and decide on not going. So i tell Spc. Ruhren that I’m not going and responds back “Alright see you when we get back” I never thought about how important those words would be but i fell back asleep because I literally got two or three hours of sleep so far and I’m sure there will be some other bullshit I will have to do later today.

I remember being woke up to the sound of my door getting slammed and this time its Spc. Crippen in the room in tears saying “They are gone. They are all gone”. I’m still waking up looking at him rubbing my eyes because of the direct sunlight coming through the window. Still half confused i’m staring at Crippen and I’m thinking that maybe he missed the convoy over to the PX on Diamond? I’m trying to calm Crippen down by asking him what’s going on. He slowly tells me that he was walking up to the chow hall which is common that we will walk and sometimes catch the shuttle or catch a ride with someone because it’s like a mile to our chow hall. While he was walking up to the chow hall, he sees the tent explode and he tries to look for the guys in our platoon. At the time Spc. Crippen and I are thinking it’s a rocket that hits the chow hall. I’m still waking up and getting dressed and as i step outside that’s when reality hits me I see people from our battalion and other units running around and i see both Ssg. Rossin and Spc. Vitola is covered in blood with a blank stare and couple of other people i know crying and some people trying to get accountability of everyone and sensitive items. Ssg. Miller walks over to me shaking his head and tells me “Sgt. Swales a rocket hit the chow hall and Spc. Mason is dead, and no one can find Spc. Ruhren and i need you to go up to the chow hall and find their weapons and sensitive items and see if you can get a location on Spc. Ruhren”. Of course the reality of everything happening is still hitting me that something this crazy is happening. I see Cpl. Bell, Spc. Vitola and Spc. Scolari again and they tell me they were the last ones to see both guys. But no one knows where Spc. Ruhren is. I go to the Battalion TOC (Tactical Operations Center) to see if their sensitive items are turned in but the only thing i see is more of this reality i really don’t want to be in.

The TOC has a tracking list of names of those either KIA (Killed in Action), MIA (Missing in Action) or WIA (Wounded in Action) and i see Spc. Mason’s name on the KIA list and currently Spc. Ruhren is MIA status but no one has turned in their weapons or sensitive items. So I’m back out the door looking for Spc. Ruhren. Thousands of thoughts are running through my head about the whole incident and where could Spc. Ruhren be? That’s when Sgt. Byler who’s covered in blood smoking a cigarette sees me wandering around and he tells me that they took Spc. Ruhren to the CSH (Combat Support Hospital). So i have a sigh of relief that he will be ok. I’m still walking around just trying to process what has happened today. Spc. Russell from HHC sees me and is trying to talk to me to ensure that I’m ok but I’m just trying to process what has just happened and I barely notice her talking to me and now I’m thinking what is everyone at home hearing about? I already know i can’t call home because anytime something tragic happens all communication goes black which means all phones and internet is shut down. Now the entire Battalion is trying to comfort each other. Plus we still have to get ready for this mission tomorrow. The whole fact that we still have to get ready for a mission when one of ours is gone and we don’t know what happened to Spc. Ruhren is pissing me off.

For the longest time no one knew where Spc. Ruhren was or his status. Anyways it’s almost time to go out on mission and Chaplin Barnett gathered up the whole platoon for a word of prayer. As the platoon gathered in the TOC we all saw Lt. Lewis as he walked into the TOC and his face showed the bad news. That’s when he told us Spc. Ruhren died of his injuries. Literally that’s when all of us broke down. Spc. Hill snapped and was cursing about the whole situation “This is Bullshit, Why the fuck are we out here doing this shit” we all understand what Hill is saying and where he’s coming from. For once we were all in unison on something. I remember hugging Spc. Crippen when we got the bad news. Plus we still have to go on this mission for some fucked up reason. I can say that thank god we had Sfc. Krause and he gave us a good speech but for now no one is probably listening because of raw emotions right now. Apparently, we are going back to the Al Shahaddah Bridge and they are expecting us to have some action and right now i don’t think that’s a good idea for the bad guys to try to come fuck with us. Anyways it’s going to be a night operation and they want us to try to get some sleep before we go on mission. There’s so much going through my mind right now.

Today is my mom’s birthday and i don’t know how the family is reacting to this news back home. No one knows if I’m ok or not. Shit Nick and David’s family haven’t gotten the bad news yet and now I’m the primary .50 Cal gunner until I’m dead or someone else wants the job. All i want to do is go home and get away from this craziness and now we are down two of our best soldiers in the platoon. Plus Cpl. Hursh is at the CSH as well because he was injured in the bombing as well. Come to find out it wasn’t a rocket that hit the chow hall, but it was a suicide bomber that somehow made it onto base to do the damage. Now i have questions about that because i told the Mayor cell that i got Intel that there were bad guys on the base from the Iraqis that we were training to be EOD (Explosive Ordinance Disposal) but they didn’t want to listen to me because I’m National Guard. If they listened to me maybe Nick and David would be here, and this bombing would never have happened. There are so many people that were injured in this bombing that i don’t see how we can still be going on mission and functioning as a Battalion. Even then where was the base security to keep shit like this from happening? This is something that has me asking more questions than answers and I don’t have time to try to figure all this out. Now i just need to get some sleep for this mission and try to focus on getting home in one piece. All I can do now is pray for Mason’s and Ruhren’s family. It’s fucked up that this had to happen today.

#combat engineer #sapper #iraq #united states army #12b #mosul #operation iraqi freedom #chow hall bombing

[opgeminiremade]

bts makes me so happy

#its 2am nd im emo #im watching all their old army bombs #and recently i havent been as connected to them. like i stopped watching their vlives and army bombs and the only reason bts is still #relavent in my life is this blog. because if not id have no idea what theyre doing and stuff like that. but im watchingh all theyre old #videos and its like im falling in love with them all over again. cause i forgot how much they make me smile and how happy they make me. and #ik its dumb cause theyre just a band and im just stupid but they made me smile when i really needed to and now i wanna cry because how could #i ever let myself forget that? foget that theyve been there for me when no one was and they feel like a second home to me and i find comfort #in them and their videos. idk. i jyst cant stop amiling thinking about them #i sound so dumb oh my god

[justasimplesinner]

Woah! Hopefully I got in before they close, could I get The war of jokes and riddles, Zero year + arkham riddlers having a heavy make out sesh and then Batman showing up (clockblock smh)

The War Of Jokes And Riddles!Riddler getting cockblocked hcs:

he was very careful with his plans, he had everything very well thought-out, dotted all his i's and crossed all his t's - and yet, somehow, someway, Batman managed to bypass through that, and it's really hard to tell if it's worse for him or for you

he doesn't stop. like, at all. he's got you close, right there in his lap, your lips on his, his hands almost in your pants, and he's not stopping until he's forced to. i don't know who was more embarassed - you or Batman. only after being threatened does he raise his hands away from your body and lets you get out of the way, but his stupid smirk never leaves his lips. he'll make sure you're out of harms way of course, he won't let Batman lay a single finger on you, but the psychological damage is done. you don't know if you'll be able to face the vigilante next time he tries to come to you for information

Zero Year!Riddler getting cockblocked hcs:

well, isn't this fucking inconvenient. he's almost impressed at how Batman found him this quick. he genuinely thought he was going to get some time with you before he has to send you off to a safe place and make fun of Batman again

he steals one last kiss or two before he drawls about Batman's timing. and it's really, really fucking bad timing. not to be the party crasher, he's all in for getting his ass beat again, but he's kind of... semi-hard. a little awkward, mostly for everyone else but him. is it weird that he kind of wants to continue, despite everything? god, alright, alright, he'll come willingly this time! no point in fighting anyways, who knows if you wouldn't get hurt in the process. he's going to tease you about it when he gets out tho. you'll never foget that time Batman bust in on you practically humping him as he all but pushed his tongue down your throat

Arkham!Riddler getting cockblocked hcs:

listen, this motherfucker makes Batman gather 400 trophies before the vigilante gets to beat the shit out of him, it is only natural that he thought he had time to make-out with you. he didn't take the fact that Batsy is kinda quick and kinda smart into consideration (and will absolutely insist that he cheated because Ed's Like That™)

out of those three, probably the only one that actually gets embarassed. more than you, even. listen, he's clinging to you and fucking moaning into your mouth, he Does Not want Batman to see that. the whole situation is going to be so fucking ridiculous too, because he will absolutely throw a fit. he's so embarassed he doesn't even know what he's saying. will genuinely never get over it, from now on even getting beat up by Batman would be awkward. he wants to tell himself he'll never let you distract him while he's working on defeating the Dark Knight, but then you land on his desk again and he's pressing up against you and kissing you into oblivion and the cycle starts all over again, and at this point, Batman just knocks before barging in to give you two time to at least move away from each other

#riddler #edward nigma #edward nygma #the riddler #the war of jokes and riddles #batman zero year #zero year #arkhamverse #my writing #headcannons #hella suggestive #more of a shitpost really #anonymous #you can see in the first headcannon that i was really trying to be serious #but i was very quick to give up

[roccinan]

Okay so first of all hi!

Second, I have something I HAVE to point out.

So in Ep 2, THAT EP,

When they show that whole Berlermo sequence everyone's going nuts about?

Which I would also like to point out btw, that it's so cute and I want to go Berlermo!!! But also let's not foget Martín is very touchy with everyone (he kinda touches foreheads and hugs and jumps on a lot of other people not only Andrés. Which also, you know how there's that stereotype that we latinos are like easy and slutty? I believe that comes from the fact that we are much more touchy-feely than other cultures and sometimes it comes across as amorous, and flirty and stuff like that🤷‍♀️).

And apart from that (at least in the part of latinoamerica where I'm from) that whole thing they do in that scene can be seen also as shows of affection between close bffs (that's the kind of excilarated dumb shit I myself have done with my bff, including the jumping on cause he's like a full head taller than most people so he's always carrying people around). So yes I adore those Berlermo scenes but for me they are not THAT MUCH indicative of anything as everyone else seems to think🤷‍♀️ (like yes, obviously the whole Martín being in love with Andrés and the 'soulmates' bit gives that scene a certain undertone, obviously, there's no arguing that. But if they were to be just two totally heterosexual best friends, that scene wouldn't seem weird or out of place either, just two bffs celebrating. Which gives Andrés like plausible deniability or whatever, dude's in fucking denial I won't argue that).

But that's not my point, so whatever. What I came to ramble about is this (also excuse the low quality pics, it's the best I could do):

In that scene we first see this:

Then we see this:

Then this:

Followed by this:

And finally this:

And this:

Now, you can't tell me that's not kinda like a parallel. It's a parallel, which is all good and fine (as I said. Normal shows of affection between bffs).

EXCEPT THAT BECAUSE OF YOU NO!

Why? Well, I'll tell ya why. Fucking Pagotá, that's why.

And that's entirely your fault.

So obviously, with that lil parallel my brain went😏😏😏, and now I'm in the process of writting another Pagotá fic which I don't even know if I'll finish (am like 1500 words in already😑).

All this to say, thanks a lot Rocinan. This is your fault and I hate you♥️.

Hi hi!! Always happy to scream about s5 (AND PAGOTA!!) together.

re: the first point: I love it too, and the way it was framed was so moving, like honestly such a fantastic parallel with "the love of a man" and "the love of a plan," and the fact that the plan worked definitely means requited romance in this lifetime or not, the undeniable love between them was real :') that ep gifted us with so much so much asdfasdf For me, it was the narrative framing that made my heart sing for this ep.

But you're right about Martin! As lovely as those moments are, now that you've pointed out how commonplace their body language is in Latinoamerica, the posturing(?) alone doesn't mean they're more than friends or fucking or anything (yet lmao). (But I think we can say that the framing of it was very pro-berlermo haha!) And it's always nice when "heterosexual best friends" are comfortable enough to casually touch each other like that without going no homo! every 5 seconds. I think that's a very lovely thing you have :)

(haha, the touchy-feely vibe is kind of the opposite of my culture (and a few other East Asian cultures), where even in het dramas, a forehead touch means this couple is official, married, and probably having sex that same night. So all the berlermo touchy-feeelyness this volume honestly blew me away!)

NOW, the main point of your ask asdasdfs OMG I literally had the exact same thought when watching it. I could not believe my eyes, they really paralleled the berlermo hugs with Pagota ones. tbh, I was mentally bracing myself for berlermo parallels with another ship, but was rewarded with Pagota instead. The whole Palermo-Bogota friendship had so much depth this overall season, and it just kept getting better. After berlermo, I'd say Bogota is now definitely who I'd want Martin to end up with. And Pagota endgame actually works?? Even in the finale, they were standing side-by-side.

so anyway, YOU'RE WELCOME, and love you too. I accept all blame uwu Pagota superiority!!

And I can't believe you're already 1500 words into a new Pagota fic!! That's so fast, and I cannot wait to read it! (Also remember when I promised you a Pagota fic too? I'll get on that after secret santa! This volume brought us so much new Pagota content!)

#long post #delirious-and-slightly-murderous #s5 spoilers #the only thing that would have made this better was actual pagota endgame #then they go visit Andres' imaginary grave together with marseille #cormorants reunited! #also irrelevant but I was glad Marseille/Alicia didn't happen omg #now I can continue shipping Marsellie/Helsinki in peace uwu

[mppmaraudergirl]

Just finished TWR and I can't thank you enough for this gift of a fic - so damn good! Since chapter 1 I was so hooked, your James was so sweet and kind! But I gotta say, I am very excited about TRN and that cocky James too - now I am not sure which one I prefer hahaha Btw I was the anon that commented on cesays foget-me-not, saying how I thought James was only pretending not to remember Lily and you agreed with me and now I am overly excited because you are a genius and you think I am right 😱😍

Ahhh I'm so glad you liked TWR! I am so pleased with how it turned out after such a wild start 🙃

As far as TRN, man I'm with you. I'm extremely excited to jump back into that dynamic and hope I do James' arrogance justice because I absolutely love him so far.

Thankfully we don't have to chose between the two James! 😊

Last - as far as forget-me-not I like your style!! My immediate reaction is our boy could never forget Lil. But I know @cesays will absolutely crush it regardless of whether we are right or not. And I am totally prepared to be torn to bits in the process.

#phew this was a long one #so much fun to talk about tho 😊

[rumor-imbris]

Hello, Lady Connor! I want to ask out of unbearable, suffocating curiosity in my heart, even though in the previous post you already said to not mention "that certain comic". Could you please enlighten me about your view on that comic and what you despise about it? I would love to read your detailed thoughts about it even if just once. But if this is too triggering for you, I'm truly sorry for your discomfort and you don't need to answer it.

Hello, dear Anon and welcome ^-^ It's weird you naturally called me Lady Connor, as usually only my little fairy @giuliettaluce does. Well, I guess her magic put a spell on everybody here!!

If you really care to know, I'll answer, but brace yourself, it's going to be very long, almost an essay, because I can be very detailed about that comic being a failure in its every part. There's so much to say. You're right, as I mentioned before, it can trigger me, but I have attentively analized it and I know it makes not a single atom of sense. So nothing can actually bother me that much, don't worry ^_-

First of all, my general consideration of the AC Reflections comic issue #4, (yeah, that thing -.-) is that of a mere attempt to desperately make Bayek's remote vision through Senu's eyes a canon feature. It was created and published in 2017, the same year AC Origins was released and yes, they needed an excuse to make believe Connor's alleged daughter inherited a skill someone (who isn't even their direct ancestor!!) that lived 1700 years ago in ancient Egypt had! OMG, this should be funny enough, but I'll go on. Also, I think it was likely a carelessly arranged way to satisfy those AC3 fans demanding a "happy ending" for unlucky Connor (quite 5 years later, of course).

I'll better go step by step to figure out where to start from, seriously.

1) In the comic, when Otso Berg opens the file related to Connor, the scene is set in "1796: Upstate New York." Now this is chronologically and spacially incoherent and illogical. We see Connor still wears his assassin outfit in it, right? According to AC Initiates (2012) in 1804 Connor invites the Dominican assassin Eseosa at the Davenport homestead to provide him some advices and further training as he's involved in the leading of the Haitian Revolution. That's a really cool character, read about him, if you want!

So, until then Connor is still an assassin, probably the mentor (by now) of the Colonial Brotherhood. He still runs the homestead and he still commands the Aquila, I guess, he's the captain still. I calculated the distance between the homestead and the then upper NY frontier territories is approximately 260 miles (quite far nowadays with cars and planes as well). Then, why the hell should he have a family located in the forest upstate NY? It sounds very unconfortable to run back and forth to reach them and go back to take care of all the Brotherhood matters, doesn't it? Unless he knew about teleportation!!! Also, wow, he lives all alone in a nice massive villa with all the comforts of that time while his children and wife still live in a Native village constantly menaced by settlers wanting to steal their land? Beside the fact that Connor, at least in my point of view, seemed at last very familiar with european way of living by the end of the game, this leads us to the next point.

2) By the time the game and the comic are set (second half of 18th century), most of the East Coast Native tribes were facing the tragic and forced migration to western and northern territories (mostly towards Canada, protected by the British) because of all the consequences of the Revolutionary War (lost territories, failed alliances, settlers advancing and buying their lands and so on). So tells us history, unfortunately. It's a fact. And this is wisely showed to us in the AC3 main game when, after all the Kanien'kehá:ka tribes had left the territory around Connor's village (yes, even those near New York, to be clear) even Connor's own tribe at last migrates west, leaving an empty ghost village. They had remained all along to protect the secret temple, but in the end they as well were forced to leave. So, to me it's highly improbable that in upstate NY, one could still find a tribe and even if so, that Connor would let his family live there and risk their safety everyday.

3) The whole comic plot revolves around the fact that Io:nhiòte has a "special gift"... She inexplicably knows how to read the ground and find animal traces, she also can perform a perfect twisted acrobatic flip in the air and land unharmed to the ground. Do we know why? No, don't ask! xD She simply knows U.U, even if right after the next scene she slips and falls miserably down a cliff xD, but... ok!! Beside that, when Connor is far away to search for some water and is about to be attacked by a wolf hidden in the grass nearby, she sees the whole scene from the eyes of an eagle flying in the sky above her. As I said before, this reminds us of Bayek's (never clearly explained) ability to see through his eagle Senu's eyes and spot dangers and enemies. Now can you tell me why the hell this little girl has super powers and a skill Bayek had? As I said, they are not even directely related, as Bayek is not one of Desmond Miles' ancestor, we know him simply because Layla's new Animus is magical and can inexplicably read fragmented DNA from people who died a thousand years ago (it can also prepair coffee, I think!). So, where did she get that from? Magic? Mysteries of life? Convenient improbable connections for marketing's sake? We'll never know and you should simply accept that and ask no question!

4) From her height, way of speaking/moving/running, I assume Io:nhiòte is at least 8 years old, 8 - 9 minimum. She's the youngest of three siblings, who must be at least two years older than her and than each other (according to a human woman pregnancy timing!). If the comic events are set 12 years after the main game ending (1784, when Connor also starts to train the young ex-slave Patience Gibbs, arriving at the Davenport homestead with Aveline De Grandpré, according to AC IV Black Flag bonus mission with Aveline), so, this means that in that same year Connor must have found hastily the love of his life in a Native village (as if he was easy to open himself with other people after all he's been through), married her, impregnated her and seen her give birth to their first child, all in the same year when (let's not foget! xD) he still is the leader of the Colonial Assassin Brotherhood at the Davenport homestead training novices. Now, this may even be possible humanly speaking, (well, if you force the things a bit and hurry up!) but highly unlikely to happen!! xD

These are the main problems affecting the logic of the comic in my opinion, the points making its foundations crumble apart. Though I'm sure there are many little others to point out, such as Otso Berg "opening" Connor's files... like what? Where did those data come out from? I remember playing AC IV Black Flag and uncovering a file where Abstergo researchers themselves closed access to his memories as there was "nothing appealing to this character anymore"! So, if no more researches were conducted on him since 2013, where did Mr Berg magically or conveniently discovered such data in 2017?

Or... do we want to talk about the cover? It shows Connor in the spirit outfit from the Tyranny of King Washington DLC, which has apparently nothing to do with the comic, since it is set in his present day and he wears his assassin standard robe. Now, I think that can be either a simple marketing choice to make the comic more appealing, as... well, that cover is so cool, let's admit that, or maybe the subtle suggestion that the events told in it are just a parallel Disney-like reality and are not to be considered true at all! xD i don't know, maybe both explanations are right.

I'm sure that the deeper i dig, the more nothing rational I'll find!

If you played the old games, if you know well the franchise and its lore, the true, good, old AC lore, you definitely realize by yourself how that comic is useless and senseless.

This doesn't mean I do not wish an "happy ending" for Connor. But I'd rather accept something coherent with the main game events and AC chronology. Also, it doesn't necessarily needs to be a "happy" ending, as they conveniently created to please complaining fans. I wished for something real... coherent with his personality, acquired life-style and endless sense of duty and values.

Maybe that's what pushed me to write my FanFic novel in the first place, after all... To give him MY OWN cohesive ending, including my love, for love is always needed, I guess.

I'm so sorry if the answer took this long in time and words, but you were warned! ^w^

Though, thank you... Seriously, thank you so much for asking. You made me reflect once more about this matter.

Come visit me again, if you want. Take care

- Rumor Imbris 🦋

P.S. Oh, and if you're interested, this is my "jelousy song", for when things like this trigger my inner witch!! xD

#ask #ask me anything #I Am the Storm!!!! #AC3 Reflections #why it sucks #why it makes no sense #thanks for asking #anon ask

[rimalovegood]

Smell- LeviathanxReader

This is kinda based on two of the daily chats one with Mammon fogetting his cologne at MC’s room and the other with Asmo teasing MC about smelling like Mammon so I figured out if MC was in a relationship with Levi... well, our jealous boy wouldn’t like it. But it’s also heavily based it on that post on how Levi deals with his jealousy when on a relationship I wrote a few days ago and a headcanon of mine that snake boy has a very sensitive sense of smell.

Fandom: Obey me!

Pairing: Leviathan x GN!Main Character

Genre: hurt/comfort

Word count: 1032

Warning: Levi being angsty, self-deprecating thoughts, mentions of Not Safe For Tumblr themes, insinuations of possesive behavoirs, spoilers of daily chats I guess...thought those are more blatant on the description so sorry for that.

Also this is the first time I write a gender-neutral MC so sorry if I mixed the pronouns somewhere

Summary: MC and Levi are having an anime date and he is really excited, that until he notices they smell distinctly like other demon and his imagination goes wild trying to figure out what does it mean

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Even after a few months of being a couple, Levi still felt a little nervous whenever he and MC had a date. Most of times it wasn’t any different of how it had been before their relationship becoming romantic; just the two of them hanging out on one of their rooms playing games or watching some anime, sometimes they weren’t even doing the same thing. It was just about being together.

It may not being much different from what they did as best friends but still he made sure to made himself and his room presentable before their arrival and he even found himself ready and waiting 10 minutes before the set time.

A knock at the door followed by the password they knew by heart at this point announced his partner’s arrival. He told them to get in and made his best effort to look relaxed as he sit on the couch, like he hadn’t been eagerly waiting for them.

-Hi there! I brought some snacks for our marathon of “I’m a guy but somehow got reincarnated as a magical girl”

-Great, I got all ready so just sit down.

MC walked over where he was, setting the bag of snacks on the table in front of the couch and then taking their sit right beside them. Then it was when he felt something off.

He inhaled deeply just to be sure. He knew that smell. That damned smell….why did MC smell like him?

He felt his fangs coming out as the jealousy he knew all too well filled him inside. Could really MC…his MC be having an affair with his brother?

No…of course they didn’t…. MC wasn’t like that

Then, why did they smell like Mammon’s favorite cologne? What had they been doing together that it had rubbed on MC so strongly?

Images of MC on situations he had only seen on erotic manga came to his mind… Had Mammon forced them in something perverted? No, he wouldn’t… he knew MC was in a relationship, he cared for MC’s feelings

Then had MC given their consent? …maybe he had been right from the beginning, maybe he wasn’t good enough for them… maybe they had gotten tired of waiting for him to be ready to take the next step on their relationship and Mammon had been there to give them what they needed.

After all, who would settle down for a shut in otaku when they had the other 6 rulers of hell, and he suspected even the prince, wrapped around their finger?

MC had always been too good for him, probably that smell was just the proof of what he should have realized long ago.

-Hey, Devildom to Levi…are you ok?-they inched closer and instinctively his tail pushed them away.

“No…this is not ok… MC has always being honest with you… you are overeacting” he told himself as he looked at MC’s worried face; they didn’t even look hurt for being pushed back, just concerned….concerned about his wellbeing. That was the MC he knew.

Yet that smell was so infuriating…even if he told himself everything was alright the essence put all his nerves on fire.

-MC…are you cheating on me?

-What? Of course not….why are you even asking that?-they looked angry, he figured he deserved it.

-I trust you…I really do… but how can I not have doubts when you come into my room smelling like Mammon?-his voice grew smaller and more bashful with every word, shame mixing with all his already conflicted feelings- please, tell me why…

-oh Levi…it’s nothing of what you are imagining!-they smiled reassuringly and gestured to hold his hands but yet again Leviathan couldn’t help to refuse the touch- it’s ok…Yesterday Asmo and Mammon went on a shopping haul and when they came back they stopped by my room to show me their new stuff. Among it there was a bottle of Mammon’s favorite cologne, he opened it for me to smell it but then left it open over my drawer and forgot to take it with him when he returned to his bedroom. None of us noticed till this morning so now all my stuff smells like it.

-Oh…it makes sense…sorry I made such stupid assumptions, it’s fine if you are mad at me I deserve it-he looked away and tried to use his tail to cover his face but MC was having none of it, they inched closer and forced him to look at them.

-everything is fine Levi, look, I know you can be insecure and jealous but it means a great deal to me that you are talking to me about it instead of just getting angry and avoid me forever while I don’t know what did I do wrong.

-But you did nothing wrong

-And you had no way to know if you hadn’t asked…so what if I go get a shower and then we have our date?

-sounds great…you are great

Their cheeks turned a light shade of pink as they gave Levi a quick kiss on the cheek before running into his bathroom.

15 minutes later MC reentered the room wearing one of Levi’s TSL themed t-shirts and sweatpants and strode towards their boyfriend who seemed a lot calmer and was back to his human-like form.

On the other hand, thought he seemed calm on the outside, Levi couldn’t help but hold his breath at the scene; it seemed taken right out a romantic anime. MC just looked so cute on his clothes. And as if it wasn’t enough they just went to sit on his lap like it wasn’t big deal.

-I hope you don’t mind but all my clothes smell the same so I borrowed this from your closet…

-As long as you return them…that shirt is limited edition from the 5th book launching event on Devilbooks-he covertly took in the essence of their skin- you also used my body wash

-well, your bathroom was closer than mine and I figured out it would be easier than going to my room and…

-It’s fine-he pulled them closer to rest his head on their neck while enjoying this new feeling- I like it…that you smell like me.

#OBEY ME #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #om leviathan #om levi #obey me fanfic #rima plays obey me

[yakuzacasual]

I was wondering if you could do some hcs for minami daisaku from yakuza 4?? what ever type of hcs you want! I really wanted him to get more screen time since his design and personality seriously makes my heart seriously flutter

PREFACE

I will admit, this one caught me off guard when I first saw it. Y3 and Y4 are such a blur for me hahah, I barely remember just a few favourite characters and nothing else! Bu then I’ve started reading up a bit more about Minami, of course it absolutely clicked how he is the moment I actually saw him, and I actually feel very bad for fogetting him in the first place. He’s so fun and charismatic, no wonder you like him, Non! I’m sorry I cannot provide him with more screentime that he absolutely deserves, but I’ve tried to cook up some relationship 101 scenarios, since they seem the most fun and relaxing! Hope you enjoy and have a great day!!

RELATIONSHIP 101 WITH DAISAKU MINAMI

Dates with Minami are all about expressing yourself artistically, letting all of the bad energy out and turning it into something grand! More often than not it leads to karaoke nights that start off as a group outing with all the other boys from the Majima family you’ve grown to like, but always end up with everyone but you two being piss drunk. Having them out of the way, Minami usually just leads you away to spend some quality time together. Singing duets are an absolute must for the two of you and there is no getting out of it! Listening to you sing is the single best thing in the world for him. Neither talent nor gorgeous voice matter to him much, it’s the spirit and love you put into it that counts the most. He will be the happiest man in the universe if you just let yourself go and have fun with him!

He definitely knows all about the best tattoo artists and piercing parlors in town. Do you ever need or want anything of the sort done? He’s your guy always ready to give you necessary pointers, maybe even work out some discounts with his acquaintances. Minami absolutely supports every and any tattoo or piercing you want to get and if, by any chance, it is something he also feels connected to, he will feel so damn proud of you. However, he will go out of his way to remind you not to get certain motives that may get you in trouble - especially in case you are a civilian. You can bet he will be there to cheer you on andis more than ready to help with taking care of your new baby afterwards. He’s been through this many times so he knows all there is to know about the process of healing and is stocked on everything you might need.

As per Majima’s statement, he is very fascinated with fire breathing. At some point he even started practising it himself, which means having you be the first spectator of all kinds of new tricks he comes up with. Swallowing fire? You bet! Dancing with a stick set ablaze? Absolutely! And you gotta admit, he is pretty good at it. Of course he did end up in the hospital several times, but no matter how much you’d try to reprimand him, Minami is determined to prove you that he can master the arts of taming fire. Once he inevitably does with the power of will and endless practice, he will gladly try to pull off a few shows of his skills in Kamurocho to entertain the kids and you absolutely have to be there. Your presence helps him focus.

Minami is an absolute Majima fangirl and while they also respect their aniki greatly, his pals from the family wish he would just shut up about him sometimes. Right when they think he might be running out of ideas, you come into picture. Now he not only sings praises to their superior, but also spends unholy amounts of time gushing about his partner to anyone that may even pretend to listen. He seems to have made it his calling to let everyone know how absolutely amazing you are! Getting his ego stroked whenever someone admits that you indeed sound like a great catch is just a side bonus.While he is very vocal about his love in public, he clams up around you and he may even deny ever saying such things, overtaken by embarrassment.

#Ryu ga Gotoku #rgg #yakuza #yakuza 4 #rgg x reader #yakuza x reader #minami daisaku #minami x reader #x reader #imagine #Headcanon #request

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Nuna

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff

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POV – You

"Let's lay for more five minutes. The sky is too beautiful to rush somewhere"

'Beautiful evening' you were lying on the hood enjoying a fresh breeze staring at the stars. Thanks to the alcohol in your head today there were no thoughts. Despite the terrible date, your mood was good. You haven't laughed like that in a while. Every time you had a bad mood you had enough a couple of minutes in this company. 'What's wrong with this kid?' You turned your head towards Jungkook who kept fidgeting. Your five minutes of calm have been ruined. You got up and slammed him in the stomach, "Let's go. You're thinking too loud. I can hear the sound of your thoughts spinning in your head," you laughed.

"Sorry, nuna. I didn't want to get in your way."

"Don't worry Kooky. It's too late, it's time to go home.Especially since you still have to go home after" you said taking his hand that raise his from the hood. He went to the passenger door to will open the door for you. His wide back caught your attention while you followed him. You reached out and held it down his back. You didn't expect him to stop abruptly, so you bumped into him. "Aya..." You said rubbing your nose in pain. "You can't stop so abruptly."

"What are you doing... ?" he asked slowly turning towards you.

"What? Ahh that, just never paid attention that you have to such muscular back. It surprised me. I'm sorry I didn't want to embarrass you with my actions, I'm too used spending time to Jin," you smiled. You really not thought that it can might embarrass him. Bypassing him, you opened the door and got into the car. A minute later,  he too got in the car and started it, after fasten a seatbelt. "Nuna, I don't know where is your home" he said, turning his head to you. You laughed, right he never came to visit you with ather guys. You put the address in the navigator and drove. He looked so confident at the steering wheel. You've known him long enough, but every time you opened him from a new side. You remembered tonight, he's been acting weird all night. Did he was doing well? Maybe something's bothering him. You didn't want to ask him, if something serious happened, you don't think he'd want to discuss it with you.

"I'm fine" he said, as if he had read your thoughts "You're looking at me with worried" he smiled. "I'm just tired. The week was busy, thats why I didn't want to drink today. Tomorrow I have a personal training and didn't want to come with a headache from a hangover. You don't want to eat? I'm hungry. Maybe we'll eat somewhere?" He never said so much around you.

"I don’t think we can eat somewhere, you even didn't  put on a face mask. Let's eat at my place." you said and he nod back.

He turned on the radio, the quiet music was practically a lullaby for. Putting your head at the window, you enjoyed the view. The lights of the night city made you happy. You loved to ride around the night city. "If your workout isn't in the morning, can we go for ride a while?" you asked him. "Of course, if that's what you want" he replied "I'll do whatever you want."

A what? Why did you feel so uncomfortable with his words? "Then I want ice cream" you said trying to break the awkwardness. "Yes, madam" he stopped at the nearest store and ran out of the car. Are he crazy? Where he went. This damn kid does whatever he wants and doesn't think about the consequences. He's always get at trouble. He came back a moment later and held out your favorite ice cream "Here, you love it" he said. "Are you crazy? Did they recognize you? Jin will kill me if your pictures show up in SNS" you said, slapping him on the shoulder. "Stop it, nuna. Calm down, there was only an one elderly man at the checkout, and no one was around. No one saw me. So stop hitting me please" he took you by the wrist and pulled you over so you could meet him with eyes "Don't worry, I was careful. You said you wanted ice cream"

"I didn't mean you were running after it right now. I actually said it for nothing. Seriously... And what am I must to do with you?"

"Eat ice cream or it will melt" he said broadly smiling.

You opened the ice cream and you started eating, "I only eat because it melts," you said. He just laughed "Cutie"

"Hey, don't foget, I'm your nuna" you said.

"Okay, okay... Nuna, you're a cutie."

"What a crazy kid" you said "Enough to embarrass me"

An hour later, you drove up to your house "Wait, I'll call you a taxi" you said, while he was parking car.

"Taxi? Someone promised to feed me at all!" he said raising an eyebrow.

"Oh god! You wanted to eat! I've completely forgotten! Forgive me! Come out, let's feed you." He said an hour ago he was hungry, but you forgot because the ice cream incident. You opened the trunk and took out a box of papers that you had to disassemble for a work. He took the box out of your hands before you could say anything. "The box is not heavy Kooky, I can handle it myself."

"Why would you do it yourself if I'm here? Near Jin, you don't even lift a finger, and force him to do everything for you. So why near me you try to do everything by yourself?" he replied.

"Thank you, Kooky." You walked in front, and he was behind. Even though it was quite late, you were still worried that no one would see you together. "Can you go faster, why you're like a turtle?" you hurried him. You were going from side to side. And when you got had time such drunk. You giggled trying to walk straight. When you got to the door, you entered the code. All this time Jungkook walked from behind and kept saying that you was more careful and walked straight. You went into the elevator and you clicked button of your floor. "Why I was so intoxicated, in the car was too hot." You leaned on the wall and rested your head on Jungkook’s shoulder. "Why are you so hot?" you asked.

"Nuna, what are you...?"

"Your skin is very hot, what's the fever? Did you get sick?" You held out a hand touching his forehead.

"No, I'm not sick" he took your hand off your forehead, the door opened and he came out first. You followed him and headed side to the apartment. You went inside. "Can you take the box to that room" you pointed at the door as you walked toward the bedroom. You took a black hat and a black mask. Get out of the bedroom and handed it to Jungkook. "Here, you'll wear it when you will be leave. What would you like to eat?" you asked heading into the kitchen.

"Make me a ramen!" he said, and sat down at the table.

"Ramen?" you asked, laughing. You took out the side dishes and put the containers on the countertop near fridge. "I'll help. Put water on burner for ramen" Jungkook said of get up and taking the container with kimchi out of your hands. You served a table for two while he put the side dishes on the plates. Opening the fridge he put everything in place. He took out two eggs and a green onion. "Put the ramen in the water, it boils" he said pulling out a knife to cut the onion. "Isn't me must supposed to cook?" you said. "Isn't it more fun to cook together? Put the stand for hot on the table" he answer.  After you sat down at the table, you remembered that you had an open bottle of wine. You got up and went for wine and a glass for. When you got back at the table, you poured yourself some wine.

"I want wine too" he said and he got up and took another glass of wine. You looked at him in surprise, "You didn't want to drink."

"It's just one glass, I won't get drunk." You were surprised once again at how much he had conversations with you. While you were eating, he kept telling funny stories and joking. This was a great end to the evening. Who would have thought you'd eat ramen with Jungkook at your kitchen. You laughed at that thought. When you finished eating, you took the phone and called a taxi for him.

"Are you done?" he asked rising from the table. He collected all the plates and opened the water to wash the dishes. "What are you doing Jungkook? Are you drunk? I'll do the dishes myself after" you came to him taking the plate. But he just stopped you. "If you want to help, stand near and wipe the dishes" he said, handing you a towel. You took a towel and you stood near. You took a towel and started wiping the plates he gave you. "It's the first time I've cooked with someone and the first time when i've wash dish with someone" you said.

"I took your two 'first time'" he said with smile.

"Who would have thought, right?" you said smiling. When you finished the cleaning, you put the remaining plates in place while he was wiping the table. You reached up trying to put the plate on the top shelf. He stepped up behind you and taking it away from you. "Oh, thank you, Kooky" you said and turned, but he didn't step back and you were pinned to the table. What the hell... but before you could do anything, he came close to you snuggling up to your body. Your skin was covered in goosebumps when his hard dick push on your stomach. He leaned over and kissed you. WHAT'S GOING ON?! You pushed him away "Are you crazy?" whispered you wide open his eyes. He took your hands off and kissed you again. This time the kiss was more passionate. He kept your head that you can not move out of him. For a second, you've forgotten who's kissing you. Excitement began to arise within you from such a domineering kiss. The notification on phone ripped you out of your mind and the realization of who kisses you fell on you like a tsunami. You pushed him away with force. You were ashamed to even look in his direction. You quickly came to the table picking up your phone.

"Your taxi has arrived. It's time for you to go. Don't forget to wear a hat and a mask before you go out."

«_________....»

"Please... I'm tired, it's been a long day. It's time for you to go home, too. You've got training tomorrow, you're need going to have to sleep."

""Look at me, ________! It wasn't an accident!" he said.

"JUNGKOOK!!!" shouted you. "please..." You added a whisper....tears streamed down your cheeks. He turned out of the kitchen, you were still standing still. He put on his sneakers and left the apartment. When you heard the sound of the closing door, you fell to the floor with your hands covering your face. Your heart was pounding in your chest. You screwed up. What just it happened. You were lying on the floor still unable to believe what had happened. You wanted to scream. How could you let that happen? But the fact that you wanted more to killing you. Wasn't an accident? A what? Has he lost his mind? Why such a good evening is so awful ended? What are you going to do now? A billion questions were swirling in your head. But why wasn't there even an one answer??? Tears continued to stream down your cheeks. The thought of how his body pressed against you did not leave you. Why are you so excited? It's all because of alcohol! That's it, you don't drink anymore! Never ever! Tomorrow you'll wake up and just laugh with it. Mistake. It's a drunken mistake. Yes, it's just a mistake. It's all a ramen. It set the mood more intimacy. He's a guy, and you're a girl. This physiology and nothing more. You tried to calm your thoughts. You have to go to bed. In the morning everything will be fine. All fine . Everything will be fine. Everything should be fine. What this kid was thinking when he kissed you? The shock gave way to anger. No, it's your fault. Apparently you somehow provoked him. You've been joking about him all night, it couldn't not hurt him. He just wanted to prove he was a man, there should be no other reason.

You need go to sleep, you'll be fine in the morning. You got off the floor and poured yourself the rest of the wine.

You need go to sleep, you drank wine in one gulp and went into the room...

Going into the room you did not undress climbed into the bed. Sleep is what you want. But the thoughts kept spinning in your head. You closed your eyes and regretted it. The memory came to light of how he pressed you to the table, how his lips were forced to answer to a kiss, how was hottest his body, how the heat from his body penetrated inside you, reacting in your crotch. You opened your eyes and sat down sharply. No, it doesn't have to be this way. You got a sleeping mask and headphones out of the nightstand. After making the music to the maximum you put a mask on your eyes and lay down again. Loud music drowned out your thoughts. Finally, the alcohol won and you fell asleep.

The phone call ripped you out of your sleep. What the hell is someone call me at night? The pain pierced your head when you turned. Taking off the mask, the bright light that flooded your room, blinded you up. It only made the headache worse. What? It's already morning? While you were trying to figure out what was going on, the call stopped. You were looking for a phone that was somewhere in the blanket. Found! When you looked at the screen, you gasped - that 11am?! But after you saw 17 pass calls and 23 messages from 'Big ProbLLAMA Seokjin'. What is going on? Before unlocking the screen, the phone rang again. You answered.

"Hey, madgirl ... You have any idea how worried I was. Why the hell didn't you write me yesterday? Why are you just only now picking up the phone? I was already want to come to you! You got a death wish, lady?! Let me come and I'll kill you!" yelled Jin. Right, you promised to write him . But why Jungkook didn't say he took me home. The headache just killing you, and Jin's screams only made her stronger.

"Shut up jerk, it's bad without you. I'm having a terrible hangover. I'm alive and I'm at home, thats why stop yelled me."

"What time you go to sleep yesterday? Did you drink anything at home alone?" he asked.

Why Jungkook didn't tell the others. No one knows he took you home? Why didn't he say anything to Jin?

"I drank a little wine. How are you? Is everything okay?" you asked, hoping to find out what the situation was in the dorm.

"Everyone was hangover, but after the soup it got a lot better. I envy Jungkook he did not drink yesterday. I went out around 7a.m. in the morning to drink some water and saw a note on the table from him that he gone to practice. It's great to have a young body" he replied.

What, Jungkook is not home? He left you after 3 a.m., and he was gone around 7a.m. So he didn't sleep at all and went straight to the gym? The memory of last night gave a new flash of pain and shame. That's right, you can't call him and find out how he is... What's wrong with this kid, why he make you worry about him?!

"Jin, I'm going to take a hangover cure and I want to get some more sleep. Let's talk later. Bye" you hung up. You got up and went to the nightstand after drinking two painkiller pills, you went back to bed.

Nobody knows he left the house at night. Everyone thinks he woke up early and went to practice. Let it be. To pretend that that night never happened is the best solution for both of you.

You put a mask on your eyes again and tried to sleep.

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pariet lilium (5)

 pariet lilium chapter five by @heistmaster69

warnings: a little self deprecation, blaise and theo making fools of themselves, otherwise none.

A/N: we are now in GOBLET OF FIRE1!!!11!!1!!!11! I have been waiting to get here, i wanted to start my story here but i thought i’d give some background before we get JUICY. enjoy loves!

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It was the same thing, every time. The same nightmare Frankie always had, ever since the second to last week of her second year. A third year boy, tall, with kind blue eyes, floppy brown hair and a smile that could give you butterflies. His name was Spencer, but everyone called him Spence. He was a Gryffindor, with strong shoulders and stronger bravery, playing as a Chaser on the team. Frankie met him in the Library, the sunset was shining through the windows-he looked like he was glowing.

“What are you reading?” Frankie looked up and her stomach fluttered. 

“I-uh,” She laughed. “Um, it’s a book on the spiritual plane.” 

“Advanced stuff for a second year.” He nodded towards the chair across from Frankie. “Can I sit here? The rest are full.”

“Hey!” She scoffed “I’m the same age as you, I just started late. My parents didn’t want me to be the youngest in the class, or something.” 

“August birthday, huh? Still, spiritual stuff is fifth or sixth year-you’re an overachiever.” He smiled, sliding her copy of Magic and Spirits: A Guide across the table, looking into the page Frankie was reading.

“I’m Spencer.”

“Is it weird to say I know?” They shared a chuckle, before she added; “I’ve seen you play Quidditch, of course. I’m Frankie.”

“Is it weird to say I know too? You’ve thrown one too many bludgers at my face,” He slid the book back to her. “You’re good.” Spencer winked. 

But after that, his smile gets distorted, twisted, sickeningly into a wicked grin. The butterflies, the fluttering, changes instantaneously into nausea. Heat rolls over Frankie, and she feels like she’s choking, not in the good way, either. 

“Spence?” Her eyes were glossed over, sore.

“What is it, doll?” He leaned against the stone of the Hogwarts corridor.

“Spencer, are you messing with me?” Frankie couldn’t meet his eyes. “I heard you. I heard you talking to Cedric.”

“He’s my best friend, I talk to him every day.”

“Did you ask me to Hogsmeade on a dare?”

“I-what?”

“Don’t lie to me, Spencer, please, I heard you.”

“I’m sorry Reed, they told me to.” He didn’t even care, his eyes were cold, barely the smallest glint of remorse.

“I trusted you. I hope the galleon is worth it.”

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August 31, 1994. 15 years ago today, Francesca Josephine Reed was brought into the world at St. Mungo’s hospital by her mother and her father. Since that day, the two ‘parents’ have been waiting to ship their only daughter to a wealthy, pureblooded heir to a notable family name and fortune. They cursed Francesca for being a girl and spent every waking hour ignoring her existence, wishing she would be 18 already so they could try for a son, free of any distractions. But of course, no one could know of their contempt for their daughter, so, yearly on the last day of August, the day before students return to Hogwarts, her parents throw Frankie a ‘party’, which is just an excuse to show everyone how well they raised their kid. Only, they didn’t raise Frankie. Kendra did. 

Kendra, her tutor. Kendra, the kind woman with sad chestnut eyes that sparkled in the sun. Kendra, the one who taught Frankie everything she knew. Kendra, the one who acted like her mother when her birth mom pretended she didn’t exist. And Kendra is gone. Died in her sleep from Dragon Pox. The only family Frankie had, gone in her sleep, like she never existed. Her mother had insisted that Francesca was; “Better off without the blood traitor.” And Frankie had to bite her tongue, tasting metal and seeing red, while those who were supposed to love her most showed that they, truly, didn’t know her at all. 

This ‘party’ was more like a stuffy ball for uptight pricks with wallets bigger than their brains. A ‘show and tell’, per say, for those who had surnames worth showing. Her parents got a chance to play dress up with their favorite doll, spewing distasteful comments about everything they didn’t find up to par.

“This should be flattering, I guess,” She started, laying out an emerald green gown with long, translucent bell sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. It was gorgeous, but due to the way her mother had worded it, Frankie didn’t want to wear it. Yet, if Frankie refused, her mother would make her life hell. “Do you want to wear it?” As if I have a choice. If I say no, yikes.

“Yeah! Thanks.” Frankie ran her fingers over the soft fabric. A silk bodice with a flowing, sheer, skirt. She would look like a princess. “I’ll see you downstairs?” 

Her mother was already out the door.

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The clinking of champagne glasses and the sounds of hushed conversations echoed into Frankie’s room. She laid on the bed, hands intertwined, unwilling to go greet the guests downstairs.

“I feel like I’m watching a muggle movie. A princess sprawled across her bed just to look cool.” Frankie sat up, seeing Cher and her smiling dark eyes, wearing a golden satin gown, contoured to her body. “You look amazing. The only thing missing is your tiara.” She cocked her head and outstretched her arms. “I missed you, Frankster.” 

“Cher, you whore, I missed you!” Frankie slid off the four poster bed and tripped into her friend’s arms. “You sexy beast, you get more gorgeous every time I see you-that includes when I blink.”

“Well I could say the same to you.  The curves on you are unreal.” Cher poked Frankie’s hip. “But you know why I’m here. It’s because you’re not down there.” 

“I know, I know. The longer I wait the more annoyed she gets. Every year.” 

“Let’s go, Frankie. Happy Birthday!” Cher held out her arm and linked it through Frankie’s. 

The estate had an exterior of brick, with white trims and pillars making it swallow the appearance of anyone approaching it. A tall fence encased in forest green hedges, locking the Reeds away, keeping them ‘safe’ from everyone and everything else. The interior was cold. Always cold. The long hallways and staircases were so dark. Wooden floors would creak below her footsteps and she was lonely. Always alone in the cold, dark house that felt too big and too small all the time. 

But tonight? Tonight she wasn’t alone. The first day all summer that she saw her best friends. She felt the fog leave her head as she saw them one by one. Cher, next to her, Daphne at the bottom of the staircase, standing next to Pansy. Theo and Blaise talking to a pair of French girls in silver dresses, and Draco.

Oh, Draco. How could he get more attractive? Frankie had hoped the lack of contact over the summer would etch away her feelings, but they remained, ever as persistent. 

His eyes lit up when he saw her, but they shifted quickly away from Frankie. Cher. She had to make sure her smile didn’t falter, so as to keep the perfect daughter facade from slipping. 

“Happy B-Day, Frankster!” Pansy crushed Frankie in a hug as soon as they reached the ground. “We missed you, as usual.”

“I missed her more!” Daphne wrapped her arms around her in a more gentle way, giving her a tight hug that felt like home. “Theo and Blaise better pull themselves away from those girls soon, I give them fifteen seconds before they find out they’re dating.”

“I want some love. Where can I get something like that?” Cher whined.

Daphne placed a hand on her shoulder. “Baby don’t worry about it, you’ll get that.” 

“Yeah, but at least in Wizarding France people can marry who they want. If only Bartemius Crouch Senior wasn’t a bigoted prick-”

“He’s on his way out anyway. His denial of You-Know-Who is going to give him the boot. We can just hope whoever comes in next will support us. If not, living in France it is.” The girls shared a sigh, looking over their shoulders to catch the end of Theo and Blaise’s conversation with the ladies, it appeared to have ended with an awkward handshake and a brisk walk away. Draco was caught up in a boring discussion with Torquil Travers and and a Carrow. Seemed to be very dull, as he kept sending glances towards the group of teens near the stairs. He was swirling a glass full of something dark, family ring adorning his hand. 

“I feel really bad, you guys.” Theo said, rubbing the back of his neck. “We were talking to them for like, ten minutes, I bet they think we’re creeps.”

“No, Theodore, the way that conversation was going, they probably thought we were dating.” Blaise wrapped an arm around Theo’s shoulder. “I don’t blame them. Sometimes I wish I could be in love with this sexy beast.” 

Theo patted Blaise’s arm. “I feel the same way.” 

“With that, my loves, I must go forth and mingle, or face the silent wrath of my mother. Happy birthday to me!” Frankie hugged Blaise and Theo, then moved throughout the room, having boring conversations about politics, how school is going, what profession she should choose, or just small talk to pass the time. She had an alright time, sipping chilled butterbeer and having quick, fun conversations with her friends in between long, drawn out ones with tired purebloods. Draco didn’t have the time to talk to Frankie.

After the party it was quiet. Quickly hugging her friends and returning to her room to check her trunks for her return to school. Frankie knew she didn’t foget anything, but she couldn’t seem to calm her mind enough to be tired. She also couldn’t unzip this dress to save her life, so she came to terms with the fact that Frankie would be sleeping in this elegant ballgown tonight. 

Her room was her safe place, smelling like lemon and vanilla, with candles on her desk giving it a calm, orange glow. Plush pillows on a four-poster bed, silk sheets and a velvet throw. It was luxurious. Too luxurious. She sometimes felt like an impostor in her own home, undeserving of the riches her family name allowed her. Sitting on the edge, Frankie pulled her journal out from her pillowcase. She outstretched her arm and opened her hand, palm towards the ceiling.

“Pariet lilium.” It came out as a whisper, but immediately, deep red rose petals materialized from her palm, unfurling into a beautiful bud, then into a flower. Frankie could feel the satiny touch of the petals on her skin and watched as the stem emerged from the bottom of the flower. It was beautiful. 

Frankie lifted the rose to her nose, inhaling the floral scent and beginning to relax from the long day.

She was just about to lie down when there was a knock on her bedroom door.

“Chess?”

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