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starryknight-tarot · 1 month

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𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼?

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Hello beautiful souls✨ Today we will be looking into what kind of people your future friends are and maybe a little more into your dynamic together. Remember to meditate, take a deep breath, and pick whatever pile calls to you the most. My readings are meant for everyone, no matter what sexuality or identity you are. Since this is a general reading, make sure to take what resonates and leave what doesn't. Credit to @benkeibear for the divider and @thuminnoo on instagram.

Pile 1 Cards: Temperance, Three of Swords, Six of Swords, Strength, Three of Pentacles, Nine of Wands, Page of Pentacles, Ace of Cups rx Back of the Deck: Five of Pentacles

The energy for this pile has a lot of layers to it. While I was shuffling, I heard the word "first" pretty clearly, so your future friends might be the first time you can really call someone a friend or simply your first time having friends at all . I feel like all of your future friends are going to have very big personalities. If you are an introvert, you are going to feel like you were adopted by a bunch of extroverts. I am actually getting Mean Girls vibes from this pile, like in a school setting, all your friends would be the talk of the school. The cool kids so to speak lol. And the energy you are going to feel with them also feels pretty complicated. In friendships, you can have good days where everyone is getting along and having fun, and then other day when things can feel more awkward and even a little uncomfortable, your friend group isn't going to be safe from this. Although, you may feel like you may feel like you don't truly fit in with them. I am hearing "Imposter Syndrome" so with your future friends, you may feel like you don't deserve to be around them. But I am getting that your future friends REALLY don't want you to feel this way. In fact, I feel like there may be a moment in your friendship where all this doubt in yourself comes to the surface and you and your friends have a deep conversation about. I am getting for some of you that really don't resonate with this self doubt energy, it might be the other way around where one of your future friends isn't too confident in their friendship with you. Also, no matter what gender you identify as, your future friends are going to help you embrace your feminine energy. For some specific groups of yall, your friends are going to spark your interest in makeup. Some of yall are going to be making new friends at the gym or on a run, something physical. Like I am seeing the visual of someone running a marathon and chatting it up with the person next to them. I think for my pile 1's, yall need to start having a clear idea of what you want and need in a friend. Because if you just let anyone that shows you kindness, you might end up in a distasteful situation. If you don't feel like you and another person have a connection, it's time to cut ties with that person. But with the Page of Pentacles, I feel like you guys will actually find friends that will feel like manifested them into existence. If you have a manifestation journal, it may help to dedicate a page for qualities you want in a friend and spirit is saying that this will bring you closer to these friends. I also keep hearing "They aren't perfect" so even if you are manifesting them, they may not be the perfect person but they are going to be there for you. Also one last message for my introverts, you may want to try and put yourself out there to find friends.

Advice Cards:

Release what you do not need. Let go of some extraneous aspects of your life

Spend some time in stillness to reflect

Be adventurous. It's time to go for it!

A powerful dream will guide you

Your heart is a center of institute intelligence. Listen to it!

You are greater than your story

Channeled Songs: (I laughed when I got Please Me but some of yall may have a message there lol)

Pile 2 Cards: Ace of Swords, Nine of Wands rx, King of Swords, The Tower rx, Ten of Wands rx, The Fool, The Emperor, Two of Pentacles Back of the Deck: Three of Swords

So I was picking up a few different types of energies for this pile, I feel like a lot of people may pick this pile so there is a lot of different people involved or each one of your friends is going to be very different personalities, take it how it resonates. One of the first things I was picking up was that your friends are gonna be labeled as the "weird kids" lol. I don't mean that in a bad way at all, they just might be the type to be labeled as nerds or dorks or whatever but they are just have really silly energy. Specifically, someone in your group is gonna be quite eccentric and unique but I think you will love that about them. This eccentric friend has lovely energy. I keep hearing ENFP or they may might just be really into MBTI. I am also picking up on someone that has a really regal vibe to them? Maybe, they feel like they were royalty in their past life or they could come from wealth. But I am getting such a sweet vibe from this person. This friend group seems like a bunch of softies and I am living for it. I was also picking up that you might have to go through some really shitty friends before you get to the friends that we are currently looking into. Spirit said "those people were never truly your friends" so some people who you thought were your friends may actually be pieces of shit and never even truly saw you as a friend. I am hearing for someone of you that these might be your current friends, of course that isn't going to be for everyone but you are seeing some signs from your current friends that they don't truly respect you as a person, or that they are leave you out of stuff, those people aren't your friends. But with the Fool, I feel like you guys are really going to start a new journey in terms of friends so there are going to be quite a few people who are coming into your life. I heard "They are going to turn your life upside down" so you may start seeing the world differently after meeting them. I do feel like you and your future friends may not always see eye to eye and may have a falling out, I'm not too sure why, it seems like a lot of misunderstandings may happen between yall. These misunderstand may cause yall to have prolonged times apart for a little while. But I do think you will come back together. I'm also not too sure this energy is for everyone or perhaps that keeping this message in mind may cause these misunderstands to be avoided. Spirit is saying "Keep an open mind" so you may need to just hear each other. I am also getting for this pile that your group of friends may be really big, like a lot of people that are gonna hang around you.

Advice Cards:

Hold your life from a sacred viewpoint. Witness the universal picture

Relax and feel good. You deserve more joy!

Your are greater than your story

Pay attention to your breathing, it's reflecting your life

Reflect on the state and use of your personal energy

You are wiser than you think

You are a natural teacher

Channeled Songs:

Pile 3 Cards: Three of Pentacles, Queen of Pentacles, Ace of Wands, The Emperor rx, Six of Pentacles rx, Ten of Pentacles, The Fool rx, Ten of Swords Back of the Deck: Four of Cups

Excuse me for my language, but I fucking love this pile so much, your future friends have top tier energy. These friends might be people from your childhood that you rekindle with or just friends you have known for a while. Actually I am also getting that for some of you, you may meet them very suddenly and become friends very fast in your adult life, but I'm not really getting an in between. For some of you, I feel like you are already around your future friends. They seem to be more of the rebellious vibes, I am hearing Lost Boys energy. Your future friends may be strong activists and are very vocal about what is right and wrong. Your friends seems like the type of people that really stand out in the crowd. Probably for a very specific group of you, I feel like you may meet in an art class or just somewhere surrounded by art. And your future friends are SO creative and have such big imaginations. For some of you, you are going to make a career with these future friends and I am hearing starting a Youtube channel or something like that. Whatever it is, it seems like it will be really successful because of the chemistry you and your friends share. Especially with all the pentacles in this pile, yall might make major bank together. For a lot of you, these friends are going to be your soul family. For some of you, there is going to be someone in your friend group that takes up a sort of mother role and they are going to help heal you through a lot of childhood wounds that you may not have even realized you had. I heard for some of you, they are going to get you out more and get you out of a hermit period for you. There is a very small group of you that I feel like you will very suddenly stop seeing each other or perhaps this friendship will have been going on for years and some of you will want to expand your friendship to other people and not talk as much, I am getting maybe two people. A little larger group of you may just drift part after time and find new friends, but you guys would never forget each other and always hold so much love for each other. Yall story seems like it could be made into a story lol. But even then, I won't let that stop you from enjoying your friends with these people and trying your best to make it last since yall do seem really compatible. For real it's so beautiful I almost want to cry. But there is a group of you that I see growing old together basically. Yall will still be causing trouble till yall's hairs grey and you are chilling in the nursing homes lol.

Advice Cards: Release what you do not need. Let go of some extraneous aspect of your life

Reflect on the state and use of your personal energy

Be aware of your inner messages

A powerful dream will guide you

The key is in the application. Practice!

Spend some time in stillness to reflect

Channeled Songs:

Pile 4 Cards: King of Pentacles, Ten of Cups, Four of Pentacles rx, Five of Swords, Six of Pentacles rx, Nine of Swords, The Tower, The Fool rx Back of the Deck: Six of Wands

This pile is very interesting indeed. So one of the first things I was picking up was that you may marry one of your future friends and it is going to be like "Marrying my best friend" kind of moments. Which is real cute for yall. I was also getting that your friend group might be pretty well off, like they all grew up in a pretty wealthy area or something like that. I am kind of picking up on those people that grew up rich but don't really even realize it until you point it out. But they seem like might spoil you a little, take you around to see things you may have never seen without them. I am also hearing some of you may be the rich friend. I am also getting that the way you guys will meet will be through shared struggle. Like I am getting that you and your future friends will go though an experience that not many will have gone through and while you will walk away with a lot of trouble from this experience, you will also walk away with new friendships because not many have gone through what yall have gone through. I am getting that you will have around three or four friends that you are particularly close with. With the mixture of the Tower and the Five of Swords, I feel like you are going to have a big falling out with these people. Although since we have the Six of Wands at the back of the deck, I feel this story will have a very satisfying ending. I just suddenly saw people meeting at a very tropical setting. It could just be the beach but for some of you, this feels like a different country and you will meet up there and it will feel so nice. I am also getting that instead of this falling out energy, your future friends are going to have A LOT of trauma and they may feel like they don't deserve your friendship, something along those lines. Your future friends have very shy energy. They don't seem to trust a lot of people but you managed to gain their trust. Although I feel like one of your friends is very shy and the another is very bold and confident, but even this person seems to have some inner struggles as well. I'm sorry because I feel like there is part of a puzzle that your future friends don't really want to share here. Perhaps your story with them is just something they really want you to experience without any expectations. They seem to have really good intentions with you.

Advice Cards:

Release all attachments that do not serve you

Take a lighter approach and smile about all facets in your life. A smile reflects a heart at peace You are ready to receive your fortune. Be miracle minded!

The key is in the application. Practice! You are intuitively gifted. Trust you guidance

Pay attention to the issue that time plays in your life right now

Channeled Songs:

Thanks for tuning in₊‧.°.⋆🫧•˚₊‧⋆.

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emillyverse · 1 month

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Some warnings + Chapter 1 Progress!!!!!

HELLO MY LOVELY STARS!!!

You didn't expect to see me updating KoW so soon, did you???

I usually post updates on Saturday or Sunday, but I'll be traveling so I decided to leave the previews today.

In fact, this trip is the warning I have to give. I will be away from my work desk and my materials for a few days (I don't know exactly how many but between one and two weeks), therefore I will not be able to make progress on the Comic during this period.

This is sad I know. But look on the bright side, I'm going to get a lot of rest and return to work with renewed energy!!!

✨YAYYYYYY !!!✨

Anyway, without further ado, let's get to what everyone wants to see:

THE CONTINUATION OF THE OUTLINES OF CHAPTER 1 OF "THE KINGDOM OF WISHES"

( Written by @annymation , design by @uva124 )

Check out part 1 here.

"The two brothers grew up and, with their father's teachings, became powerful sorcerers."

"But when the big day arrived, Florian was crowned king, as Magnus still didn't feel confident and claimed that something was missing in his life; something that gave him strength and courage!"

"It was then that Magnus met Amaya."

"The most beautiful maiden he had ever seen had been found adrift in a boat and taken shelter in the castle by order of King Florian."

"As a form of gratitude for the hospitality, Amaya began to serve the court as a royal alchemist and, as the days went by, she ended up winning Magnus' heart, finally making him feel like he could do...anything".

"Encouraged by his new love, Magnus decided to travel in search of adventure, leaving the kingdom to prosper in Florian's hands."

"But then, a tragedy happened. When Magnus returned to Rosas he discovered that his brother had passed away due to illness. A painful loss for the entire kingdom, which was made worse by Florian not having legitimate heirs"

"Magnus was moved. He could not let the magnificent legacy of his beloved brother and predecessors end like this."

"Feeling confident with Amaya by your side, Magnus took over the throne and changed the way wishes were granted monthly, doing dozens of them a week, making them float back to your Wish Makers, during the night"

The Kingdom was so happy and grateful that they began to name their new rulers with nicknames that reflected their magnificence and passion, thus making them known as King Magnífico and Queen Amable.

"The end".

Sabino: "I admire your taste in complex stories, Asha, but... Hmm...Don't you think this is too complicated for you?"

Asha: "I thought it was a fantasy book, but it's just romance. Yuck!”

Sabino: "Never judge a book by its cover, darling! What you have here is a history book."

Asha: "But he doesn't explain things very well.Where does Queen Amaya come from? And the king's staff?What disease did Florian die from?"

Sabino: "Well, Asha, let's see..."

"First, the queen is very private about her past, we have to respect that."

"Second. That staff is just a souvenir the king got on his travels."

Sabino: "And third. Sometimes bad things just... happen... without explanation."

"And there's nothing we can do about it."

"Unless you move on..."

To be continued...

FORGIVE FOR ENDING WITH AN ANGUISH DRAWING 🥺🥺

BUT DESPITE THAT, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!

And understood. Remembering that, like Anny, I'm Brazilian, but unlike her, I don't understand English and I'm always using Google translate, so maybe there are some mistakes. But Anny and you are always welcome to point out mistakes and correct me!

That's it for today and until after my little vacation Lmao 😅 I'll still be online to answer any questions or curiosities you may have, or simply to see posts and rewrites in which they mark me. I love interacting with this fun and tight-knit community of Wish Concept Art fans!

Anyway, goodbye!!

Kisses full of light and stars!

~Emy

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slavonicrhapsody · 7 months

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Hello ! I’ve seen a post mentioning the demigods of the Mausoleum as well as the ones killed by Vyke, and while as the person say that this does have potential for oc writers, I can’t help but wonder who they might be related to. (Like seriously I can’t stop wondering the relation between 9 dead demigods and the demigods we know about as well as the Elden Lords and Marika). So I became so desperate that I finally dare to ask other people their thoughts about it (my family doesn’t even know a little bit of Elden Ring Lore or just forget about it).

Hello! OK this topic has actually stumped me for so long, so I finally got around to looking into the wandering mausoleums and wow is it weird and complicated.

Lets get the basic facts out of the way… Basically, the wandering mausoleums house the bodies of “the soulless demigods:”

“The mausoleum prowls. Cradling the soulless demigod. O Marika, Queen Eternal. He is your unwanted child.” (Spirit NPC)

“The sun in eclipse is said to be the symbol of the Wandering Mausoleum where the soulless demigods slumber.” (Eclipse Crest Heater Shield)

The mausoleums’ bells are said to ring "in constant mourning for the soulless demigods.” (Mausoleum Surcoat)

The mausoleums (well, most of them... stay tuned) are defended by Mausoleum Knights, undead warriors who “willingly beheaded themselves so that they may serve their masters in death.” (Mausoleum Knight enemy description) The mausoleum knight Lhutel the Headless earned herself the honor of Erdtree burial for this sacrifice. These knights carry shields bearing the symbol of the Eclipse:

“The eclipsed sun, drained of color, is the protective star of soulless demigods. It aids the mausoleum knights by keeping Destined Death at bay.” (Eclipse Crest Greatshield)

We also know that Castle Sol and Miquella are connected to all of this, because the inhabitants of Castle Sol seem to worship the eclipse… there are two spirit NPCs in the area who say these things:

“Ohh, great sun! Frigid sun of Sol! Surrender yourself to the eclipse! Grant life to the soulless bones!”

“Lord Miquella, forgive me. The sun has not been swallowed. Our prayers were lacking. Your comrade remains soulless... I will never set my eyes upon it now... Your divine Haligtree…”

There is some kind of operation to “give life” back to the soulless demigods of the walking mausoleums centered at Castle Sol.

So who are these dead guys??? It does seem that they were killed on the Night of the Black Knives… Godwyn the Golden’s murder was said to be “the first recorded Death of a demigod in all history” (via Rogier), so we can assume that these guys were also killed by Destined Death, wielded by the Black Knife assassins. I think they are considered “soulless” because, since they were killed by Destined Death, they died in both body and soul… Ranni set up her ritual splitting the cursemark of death so that she would die only in body and keep her soul, and Godwyn would die only in soul and his body stayed alive, to everyone’s horror… so a killing with no special ritual would just kill both aspects of a person, and prevent them from experiencing the “proper” death of returning to the Erdtree:

“A proper death means returning to the Erdtree. Have patience. Until the time comes...and the roots call to you.” (Spirit NPC)

So I guess the goal of the eclipse ritual is to retrieve these demigods’ lost souls, including Godwyn’s.

As for the soulless demigods’ identities, a spirit NPC does explicitly state that a demigod within a mausoleum is Marika’s child. There is indeed plenty of room within the Golden Lineage family tree for there to be a bunch of currently unknown family members, because Godrick is said to be the last of the Golden Lineage and a distant relation of Queen Marika… so that’s potentially a ton of previous generations of demigods that are just not named! These demigods could easily have been killed in order to hurt Marika and the Golden Order in Ranni’s dire plot, with Godwyn being the most devastating loss and the target of her specific ritual.

I should also mention that there are two unique wandering mausoleums in Liurnia, around the Uhl Palace Ruins, that do not have a bell, are not protected by mausoleum knights, and can only duplicate remembrances of NON-shardbearing bosses. @katyahina pointed this out in this fantastic post, and I wouldn’t have even thought about these mausoleums if I hadn’t read it!! I’m currently unsure if these two soulless demigods had unique identities; however, really interestingly, unlike every other demigod corpse, the corpses in these two bell-less mausoleums are charred black:

(Normal mausoleum)

(Bell-less mausoleum)

So I’m inclined to think that something weird happened TO these two demigods that didn’t happen to anyone else that caused them to behave as less powerful versions, rather than them having unique identities from the other demigods to begin with… but that's just my take. What could have happened to them??? And why are they confined to this one “Mausoleum Compound” area, that’s among the Uhl Palace Ruins, where there are also Ancestor followers??? Literally I thought about this so hard I gave myself a headache. Anyway give katyahina's post a read for some fun ideas about their identities. Whoever they are, I think whatever happened to them means that they’re beyond saving; even the eclipse ritual can’t help them.

Also I could not ever begin to guess what’s going on with the demigods supposedly killed by Vyke in order for him to have gotten great runes and it honestly makes absolutely no sense to me. sorry but if I try to think about this anymore I fear my head will explode

#elden ring #elden ring lore #asks #you’re right that there is definitely a lot of oc potential here #if anyone has theories about what happened to the charred demigods in the bell-less mausoleums LET ME KNOW because i’m exhausted #also sorry for the shitty youtube screenshots my sister has the gaming pc and she’s in another country

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yanderes-galore · 5 months

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Hello! I hope you have a nice day/night :>

Could I request Feferi and Eridan (Homestuck) sharing/fighting over a human darling? In an AU where they're alive, if that's possible.

Ngl I'm most excited to write for Feferi in this- Things are vague as the request was so sorry if I didn't go into depth :(

AU where they are both alive on The Meteor and you arrived with Rose and Dave in God-Tier.

Yandere! Feferi Peixes/Eridan Ampora with Human! Darling

Pairing: Matespritship❤️/Moirallegience♦️ - Rivalry/Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior, Needy yanderes, Jealousy, Possessive behavior, Manipulation, Isolation, Rivalry and Sharing mentioned, Forced relationship.

When they first meet you they have differing reactions.

Eridan acts arrogant and entitled and says he has no interest in mingling with humans.

Meanwhile Feferi is the complete opposite.

She does not display superiority towards you and is actually excited to meet the new humans.

She actually catches you off guard with her running up to you to ask all sorts of questions and to know about you.

Feferi and Eridan have only really chatted with you through the chatting app.

So meeting you in real life is so new.

I expect Eridan to keep chats brief with you until Feferi encourages you two to talk.

Feferi is certainly the driving force for Eridan's obsession over you.

Perhaps the two are still Moirails.

He feels if she's pestering him she'll try.

Well... he doesn't regret it.

He hates to admit it but he really does feel a form of attachment to you.

Feferi is naturally excited and gleeful with everyone so it's hard to tell if she's being her or genuinely has an interest.

You didn't specify what quadrant so I picked two different ones.

As a result there's like four different ways I can look at this;

Matespritship Rivalry = Feferi and Eridan realize they want you as their red love. This puts a strain on their Moirallegience as the two try to convince you they're the "right choice".

Matespritship Sharing = Feferi and Eridan have red love for you but they don't want to fight. The two attempt to preserve their failing Moirallegience with a shared Matespritship with you.

Moirallegience Rivalry = The two end up breaking their Moirallegience off like in canon and try to replace you as their Moirail... only to cause more fighting.

Moirallegience Sharing = The two break off their Moirallegience in order to share you as their Moirail.

In all four ways I imagine both of them are rather needy with you.

Eridan jumps to violence/murder and entitlement when trying to win you over quickly.

Feferi meanwhile is so excited all the time, often taking you attention to drag you around.

The Moirallegience between Feferi and Eridan is very taxing, mostly to Feferi.

So adding you into the mix is somehow supposed to help (when it comes to option 2 and maybe 4).

You may feel as though you're being torn apart when it comes to them as I would consider them both rather needy and attention hungry.

The two may show irritation and rivalry behavior between the two of them but I feel they can't really hurt each other.

Not unless one of them was pushed to the brink.... (*side eyes Eridan*)

You'll catch Feferi ranting about Eridan to you, often saying insults about his behavior.

Eridan tries not to say hurtful things but it ends up being mentioned in his own private rants to you.

He actually finds himself not feeling bad afterwards since he seems to care a lot more for you than his old Moirail.

That behavior would happen more often with options 1 and 3.

I have to be vague with this concept as it in itself is rather vague.

But there is many different ways for how the two could be with a human darling, both sharing and rivalry.

The two are rather needy and have an air of entitlement due to their blood color... even though Feferi tries to hide it.

The two try to act nice with you and slowly court you into the quadrant they want.

However... there's bound to be some complications caused by the two of them.

Due to them being part of the Nautical Aristocracy they feel they should both have a shot with you.

It's up to you if they fight for it or not.

#yandere homestuck x reader #yandere homestuck #yandere feferi #yandere feferi peixes #yandere eridan ampora #yandere eridan #yandere matespritship #yandere moirallegience

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goodnightmemes · 1 year

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GONE GIRL (2014) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ What have we done to each other? ❜

❛ I'm the guy to save you from all this awesomeness. ❜

❛ I think it's your chin. Yeah, it's quite villainous. ❜

❛ I have to kiss you now. ❜

❛ Life. I don't remember the point. ❜

❛ Go home, fuck her brains out, slap her with your penis. "There's some wood for you, bitch." ❜

❛ Now, I don't panic easily...but it's weird, right? ❜

❛ Should I be concerned? ❜

❛ I love your parents...but they really can be assholes. ❜

❛ I love having strangers pick at my scabs. ❜

❛ You have a world-class vagina. ❜

❛ We are gonna take this very, very seriously. ❜

❛ I feel like I'm on a Law & Order episode. ❜

❛ Should I know my wife's blood type? ❜

❛ Marriage is hard work, and compromise, and more work. ❜

❛ You naughty minx. ❜

❛ We're so cute. I wanna punch us in the face. ❜

❛ Everyone knows "complicated" is code for "bitch." ❜

❛ It seems like the kind of thing that would happen to [name]. ❜

❛ Just because I don't like to be around [name] doesn't mean I don't care about her. ❜

❛ Anyway, whoever took her is bound to bring her back. ❜

❛ Well, we have our first clue. ❜

❛ You've been up all night. You wanna look like you've been up all night. ❜

❛ Hey, be careful today, okay? ❜

❛ I'll balance on the exact fucking edge of your emotional razor. ❜

❛ I knew you never should have moved back here. ❜

❛ We are all worried. We are all scared. ❜

❛ We had to file a restraining order. ❜

❛ I'm hoping you can tell me what this means. ❜

❛ Hello, stranger. Fancy meeting you here. ❜

❛ Are you following me? ❜

❛ Promise me we'll never be like them. ❜

❛ If it happens, we'll deal with it. ❜

❛ We have each other. Everything else is background noise. ❜

❛ You don't trust me. You don't trust my judgment. ❜

❛ I don't get why you're daring me to be someone I don't wanna be. ❜

❛ You look like hammered shit. ❜

❛ You really don't like him, do you? ❜

❛ Could you please not share that with anyone? ❜

❛ It's like you're the goddamn Homecoming King. ❜

❛ It looked like you were having fun. ❜

❛ I am in a nightmare! ❜

❛ My God, this place literally smells like feces. ❜

❛ Hey...have you told me everything? ❜

❛ All I want is to come over here, have a beer with you, and not be judged. Can we do that? ❜

❛ I'm gonna go Benadryl myself to sleep. ❜

❛ I feel like I could disappear. ❜

❛ I called you a hundred times. You gotta pick up your phone! ❜

❛ I needed to see you. I know this is a bad idea. ❜

❛ Can you at least tell me you love me? ❜

❛ Did you, by any chance, tell anybody anything about us? ❜

❛ Did you leave a pair of red panties in my office? ❜

❛ Never say that out loud again. ❜

❛ It's our last time together. Let's make the most of it. ❜

❛ Last night, I went from desperate to pathetic. I became someone I don't even like. ❜

❛ We could have had this fight four hours ago. I'm late. ❜

❛ You're a fucking coward. ❜

❛ For Valentine's Day, I thought I'd buy a gun. ❜

❛ I'm being paranoid. Crazy. It's just... I'd sleep better with a gun. ❜

❛ You fucking idiot. You fucking asshole! You fucking lied to my fucking face! ❜

❛ If anybody finds out, you're totally fucked. ❜

❛ I was scared for you before, and now, I'm fucking petrified. ❜

❛ But the truth is, you'd have to be a sociopath to behave normally in this situation because it's the most abnormal situation in the world. ❜

❛ I'm so sick of being picked apart by women. ❜

❛ I have nothing to hide. ❜

❛ You have to fucking talk to me! ❜

❛ Why have you kept this stuff? It's like a little box of hate. ❜

❛ I love you no matter what. But you need to tell me. ❜

❛ Are you asking me if I killed my wife? ❜

❛ Because sometimes the way he looks at me I think...He may truly kill me. ❜

❛ I am so much happier now that I'm dead. ❜

❛ Let the punishment fit the crime. ❜

❛ You need to bleed. A lot. A lot, a lot. ❜

❛ But, then, we never really existed. ❜

❛ He loved a girl I was pretending to be. ❜

❛ "Cool Girl. " Men always use that as their defining compliment. ❜

❛ I was fucking game. ❜

❛ What's the point of being together if you're not the happiest? ❜

❛ You think I'd let him destroy me and end up happier than ever? No fucking way. ❜

❛ I need 20 seconds where you don't judge me, interrupt me or get angry. ❜

❛ You married a complete psychopath. ❜

❛ Part of me was relieved when I thought she was gone. ❜

❛ As long as you don't own a python and blast death metal at 4 AM, we're gonna be best friends. ❜

❛ Least you could do is not keep his secrets for him. ❜

❛ I believe you. It's just the craziest thing I've ever heard. ❜

❛ I always wondered why you kept in touch after...everything. ❜

❛ The whole thing just feels hinky. ❜

❛ Whatever they found, I think it's safe to assume that it's very bad. ❜

❛ Don't take it personally. ❜

❛ I thought we were steering clear of men for a while. ❜

❛ I'm not sad. I'm angry. ❜

❛ Why should I die? I'm not the asshole. ❜

❛ That sounds like a very bad idea. ❜

❛ This is a ticking time bomb. You've gotta throw yourself on it. ❜

❛ Where is the money, sweetheart? ❜

❛ You're hiding. I don't know why, and I don't really care. ❜

❛ There are a lot of people out there a lot worse than we are. ❜

❛ Every time you look smug or annoyed or tense, I'm gonna hit you with a gummy bear. ❜

❛ Knowing you were out there was the only thing that's kept me going these past few years. ❜

❛ Why are you so good to me? ❜

❛ Why is she dressed like a babysitter? ❜

❛ Come on, you're staring at ghosts. ❜

❛ Not that I don't appreciate Bait Shop Chic. ❜

❛ There are cameras everywhere. ❜

❛ You are more than safe, and I am not letting you get away again. ❜

❛ You're probably the most hated man in America right now. ❜

❛ Just because I am not a murderer doesn't make me a good guy. I'm not a good guy. ❜

❛ And if you come back, I promise I will spend every day making it up to you. ❜

❛ They disliked me, they liked me, they hated me. And now they love me. ❜

❛ I gave you the benefit of the doubt over and over. Every time you said something stupid, I thought, "Maybe he's just stupid." ❜

❛ I've forgotten how to behave. ❜

❛ Fire doesn't erase blood. ❜

❛ Come home. I dare you. ❜

❛ You fucking bitch. ❜

❛ She slit his throat with a box cutter. ❜

❛ All right, you can stop pretending now. ❜

❛ You do know I was just telling you what you wanted to hear, right? ❜

❛ You know me in your marrow. ❜

❛ Take off your clothes. I need to make sure you're not wearing a wire. ❜

❛ You killed someone. You're a murderer. ❜

❛ I'm a fighter. I fought my way back to you. ❜

❛ I'll make sure that no one forgets the pain you caused me. ❜

❛ When two people love each other and can't make that work...that's the real tragedy. ❜

❛ I swear, you two are the most fucked-up people I've ever known. ❜

❛ I would never, ever hurt you. ❜

❛ I don't care. I am leaving you. ❜

❛ I won't have to teach your child to hate you. He'll do that all by himself. ❜

❛ You fucking cunt! ❜

❛ The only time you liked yourself was when you were trying to be someone this cunt might like. ❜

❛ I've killed for you. Who else can say that? ❜

❛ Yes, I loved you. And then all we did was resent each other, and try to control each other. And cause each other pain. ❜

❛ You're breaking my heart. ❜

❛ You're my voice of reason. I need you with me on this. ❜

❛ Of course I'm with you. I was with you before we were even born. ❜

❛ We've been through the darkness. We've come out, united. ❜

#rp meme #sentence starters #rp sentence meme #sentence meme #rp prompt #roleplay meme #roleplay prompts #sentence starter meme #rp memes #rp prompts #*Movie #idk i just rewatched this

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morayoflight · 2 years

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Butler jade who gets to see you dress up for hours in the fanciest clothes that are terribly unbalanced and has to hold you steady and reach you how to dance because you have two left feet. Or just find a way to sneak you off the dance floor so no one can see that you haven't improved from your lessons and find a random lake to throw rocks in

Hello anon! Thank you for requesting this~ I think Butler!Jade would have no problems being a menace to everyone if it's for the sake of his lady~

Butler!Jade when reader has to attend a ball HCs

*Female MC

Synopsis: You are invited to a ball but there is one tiny problem: you can’t dance. Your butler, Jade, is here to help.

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As your butler, Jade tends to be a very busy man. His plate is always filled with an abundance of responsibilities that he must fulfill for his dear lady. There is never a day when he is just idling by.

Jade wakes up everyday with the thought of doing his best for you. He believes that the quality of life you are living depends entirely on his efficiency as your servant. He must never slack off. Jade sees to it that you always have your needs and wants. He can perform anything, from the most mundane to the most outrageous of errands.

Putting your shoes on, giving you shoulder massages on a particularly draining day, carrying your things and escorting you outside, disposing of anyone who threatens to harm you and your reputation, running all the way to the next town at the last minute because the missing key ingredient of your favorite soup cannot be harvested from anywhere but there.

If you just ask of it, he is willing to do anything for you no matter how humanly impossible the task may sound. As such, Jade prides himself to be a very patient and uncomplaining gentleman.

On the other hand, his lady is the complete opposite of him. There are several things you hate doing, much less have the patience to learn them. You do not like complications after all, not being one to force things that would never work out. You are quick to accept how you were simply not built for certain skills and situations and you would let go without making any fuss, never to deal with doing it ever again.

Jade wished you’d try harder, but isn’t that why he’s here as your butler? He deals with things in your stead.

However, there were certain things you couldn’t just leave to him alone. In cases like that, Jade supports you in any way he can.

When you find out you’ve been invited to a ball, Jade makes no haste in preparing dance lessons for you. He knows that dancing is one of your least favorite things to do just because you aren’t very good at it.

Jade will enjoy helping you pick and wear your clothes. He likes seeing you in different styles and will compliment you no matter what you wear. He might also use this moment to find excuses to touch you, like fixing stray hairs out of your face, tying the ribbons behind your back and smoothing the non-existent wrinkles on your gown.

If you complain that your clothes and shoes are very hard to move in, and how they’re impossible to wear while dancing, Jade will let you hold on to him until you can balance yourself without falling face first to the ground. He will help you practice walking in them before teaching you how to dance.

Jade typically spoils you, but he is a stern lecturer when it is appropriate to be one. He teaches you patiently no matter how many times you trip or step on his foot. However, he will be slightly annoyed if you’re not paying attention on purpose.

“My lady, please look at me. I am your partner, not the ground,” he says while grabbing your chin with his hand so that you’re forced to look into his eyes.

Deep inside, Jade is deeply honored that he gets to dance with his lady and hold her close, even though you two are just doing it for practice.

If you have zero improvements by the day of the ball, Jade will ensure that you are never embarrassed. His lady will not be the night’s laughingstock. Not on his watch.

It’s good if no one asks you to a dance but if there ever is one, Jade has no qualms with taking drastic measures to get you off of the dance floor.

An entire champagne tower crashes to the floor just before the music begins? Oh, what an unfortunate accident. Whatever could the cause be?

Jade will take the opportunity to sneak you out of the venue as the chaos ensues.

He will take you home if you want to, but since it’s such a beautiful evening, he will ‘suggest’ that you take your time on a stroll and watch the stars to unwind.

Maybe he’s just being sneaky and figured he’d use this as a way to have his own romantic little date with you, whether or not you’re aware of it.

Jade may have ruined everyone else’s night, but at least he knew it wasn’t yours.

#octavinelle x reader #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #jade leech #jade leech x reader #jade leech imagines #twisted wonderland hcs #twst jade #disney twisted wonderland #moraywrites #jade leech headcanons #octavinelle headcanons

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vogelmeister · 10 months

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Do you know any shows or movies in dutch or even music? Im trying to improve my skills (but this language is terribly complicated)

I wrote a post on dutch songs a while back so ill pm it to you. However media is a different story, and I'm actually not that great on media, even in English- but i will show you where i learned basic dutch aka important words aka… very random words.

may i introduce you to

✨Wie is de Mol ✨

(everyone clap)

hello dear reader would you like to TRUST NOBODY? yes. okay. cool. picture this. you are a semi famous dutch person and you, along with nine other dutch people go off to a foreign country to complete super cool challenges (opdrachten) and earn money to go towards a group pot. except there’s a twist. theres a saboteur (de mol) and their whole purpose is to ensure the least amount of money enters that pot. during this de mol must obviously gain the trust of the group (kandidaten) and the kadidaten have to figure out who de mol is. at the end of the episode theres often a test and execution in which the participants have to answer 20 questions re who the mol is (questions include things like ‘what city was de mol born in’ ‘how much money did de mol earn in the lasergame’) and whoever does the worst has to go home. the mol can never go home. the winner is the person who guesses de mol with the most correct answers in the final and they get the contents of the pot. im not kidding when i say this show is equal parts hilarious (bc they’re human and do stupid shit), suspenseful and very fun (bc you can play at home!).

Some of my favourite seasons include:

Season 18. This season is my favourite by far. Had one of the gutsiest mols, all around good group and honestly one of the best game show reality TV plot twists of all time. Art’s last season as host, too.

(Also I definitely stole his surname for my OC bye.)

Season 19: Idk why this ones here I just felt like including it. I actually think the 2018-2021 era of widm is the best one so that’s why im putting it here, and this season is fun. Cool mol reveal too.

Anniversary Season: Honestly I definitely recommend watching some older seasons before diving into this bc they definitely reference shit from old seasons and bring back old mols, but asides from this the mol this season was pretty good and Tuscany is lovely to look at. Fun group too full of old kandidaten.

Season 14: Unpopular I know but I loved the mol this season- they definitely reminded me of myself but also I just remembered this season as being super fun with cool opdrachten. Also a really important thing gets introduced here which was a staple in newer seasons

Season 13: The superior South Africa season with a very fun mol.

Season 21: Honestly? Shit mol this season, I figured it out via a DREAM but the kandidaten this season are iconic and it has one of the best alliances in widm history in my opinion. Czechia is stunning and it was the first time i guessed de mol too

Season 11: Watch for nothing if not Art Rooijakkers and the most unsafe opdrachten ever.

(If you want my opinion on any other season pm me lol, it’s late and I don’t want to type them all but SEASON EIGHTEEN!!!)

Anyways all episodes are on YouTube with English subs, just google widm English subs and you’ll find them. The seasons often ten episodes long, 1 hour per episode, with the final episode being the mol reveal. I think if you want that channel also supports dutch subs but i cannot remember rn!

enjoy!!!

#I really feel like im passing the baton down right now #theres also trumps and shit but i can explain that later #also if i think of other dutch media ill tell you i just turned this into a widm show #widm #wie is de mol

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What is your favorite BJ episode? And if it's different, what is BJ's best episode he's in?

Hello my sweet Bard. Thank you for the ask and giving me a reason to ramble about one of my favorite topics. BJ Hunnicutt.

My favorite BJ episode is hands down "BJ Papa San." I am continuously baffled how this isn't a general fan favorite - and I don't even mean in this microcosm of fandom on Tumblr. I mean Mash fans at large. The episode never makes any "Top _____" lists. It's never an episode that people seem to really discuss or want to sink their teeth in to, unless you're already a fully fledged Beejgirl. I guess it makes sense when I force myself to take my Beej colored glasses off, and try to look at all of the episodes as a normal human who hasn't had a brain rot for so long that it's become a major part of their identity.

BJ is immediately presented to the audience in a very structured and controlled way. The calm persona is laid out and we all eat it up without hesitation. The characterization slots in nicely with the opposite ones surrounding him, and a level head is needed to balance things out within the entire camp - and his wackiness in turn balances himself out. It's just a nice fit. But we all become too comfortable with BJ always being calm, and seeing him have his shit together. There are hints dropped along the way that he is slowly coming apart at the seams, and in fairness, they seem to go ignored. He tells us in "Our Finest Hour," how angry he is - but he says it in that soothing and calm voice that it truly doesn't feel like it registers just how angry he actually is... and then "BJ Papa San" happens.

We see him break down and grant himself permission to express his anger, or maybe he's so angry that the man behind the curtain just shows himself without a second thought. And to have him get angry over another family being ripped away from him - makes it even more upsetting. I've always read BJ as someone who's self-worth is wrapped up in the idea of always having to be more than enough. Exceeds expectations. Is needed. Is wanted. That all of these things mixed together makes a man worthy of everything he has worked for. And to be first ripped from it himself and then to have a parallel version rip itself away from him - it only makes sense that he would lose his cool. It allows the viewers a glimpse into the idea that war can and will bring out the worst in people, and that idea of "worst," isn't always demonstrated in violence or brutality. It can be showcased in losing control of carefully crafted images to become the exact opposite of what you want everyone to think you are. No one is safe from a war. Not physically. Not mentally. Not emotionally - and BJ is such a beautiful character to demonstrate that notion.

I'm not entirely sure how to answer the best episode that BJ is in, because I think a lot of the episodes that he's in and has a serious plot point to take part in - are insanely important to his character. Even the ones where he's helping deliver a cow, or dressed up as a clown with water bottles on his feet - like, they all shed light on what makes this man him.

I'm going to take this opportunity to just say, I know BJ gets a bad wrap. I understand (on a very basic level), that he is not really a "fan favorite," and that's fine. He doesn't have to be, and I don't feel an obligation to defend him. BJ Hunnicutt is not real - but he means something to me. I see a lot of myself in him and the way he rationalizes (or doesn't), and the absurdity of zeroing in on things that someone else may not understand as being important or upsetting. I relate to his propensity to keep everything bottled up until it comes out in the most unhealthiest of ways, and I have for years upon years. We are (were in his case) works in progress.

So yeah, he can be a little shit and I get why people may not like him, but to me he is one of the most complicated and well developed characters of all time.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

#bardengarde #jesus god don't read this #i cannot believe i just went off on this tangent #please forgive me otherwise i will die of embarrassment

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telephaaty · 1 year

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Exiled: What is she?

✧Chapter 4✧

(Photos retrieved from Pinterest. Credit to whom it may belong. Edit made by me.)

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Genres: Fantasy, Supernatural, Werewolf! AU, angst, hurt, fluff

Series rating: Mature

Summary: I have spent half my life in exile. I woke up in the middle of the forest with no memories. I don't know who I am, how I ended up like this, I don't know if someone is looking for me or even if I have a family. The only thing I know for sure is that I must hide and that when the full moon is at its highest, disaster begins.

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Author's note: Hello everyone! How are you? I'm sorry I've been missing for so long. Last year was a difficult year. Adult life is complicated 🥴

Here I leave the promised chapter, we are still in the introduction of the story so you can probably find it boring but it will improve as the chapters go by (I hope so🤭).

I don't remember if I already mentioned it but all the data that appears in the story as potions or scientific data are not exact, many are inventions and others I tried to investigate to make the story more reliable, but as I mention in this chapter if you are not involved on the subject, it is very difficult to understand.

I hope you enjoy it!

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"I told you! I told you! I told you!” Joohyuk kept repeating to me over and over again as he paced back and forth. "Or didn't I tell her?" he looked at Jisung, who was coming down from the first floor with a bag.

Joohyuk's house wasn't fancy, but it was comfortable and homey. It was a two-story cabin, with two bedrooms, a dining room and a kitchen, it also had a garage where he kept tools and supplies. The cabin was located near the lake and had a small bridge that took you to it. I loved spending time at Joohyuk's house, especially on rainy days like today, where I could sit on the porch with a cup of coffee and watch the rain fall. But, now I'm looking at it from the inside, sitting bored on the couch, listening to the scolding of the half-vampire. I had arrived an hour ago, totally soaked, although we had already agreed that we would meet here, I should have taken the most direct route and arrived much earlier, but let's say that Mr Mafia sent his lackeys to follow me, so I had to deviate and mislead them.

"Yes hyung," the omega rolled his eyes. "We already understood that you told her, calm down."

“Calm down?!! You must be kidding, Jisung!! It goes straight to his death,” Hyuk said pointing at me.

“The other option was a direct kill,” I told him, looking at him tiredly, “at least this will give me a little more time to plan an escape plan. Anyway, you didn't want me to get a pack for Jisung? … There it is, the best pack that an omega can be in, a real luxury,” I said ironically, moving my hands exaggeratedly to make my point.

"Yes, but I didn't ask you to crawl after him."

"Oh! Yeah! Thanks for getting rid of me,” Jisung said despondently looking at us sideways.

“No one is getting rid of you on their own, little guy,” Hyunk proceeded to sit in the single sofa next to the fireplace. “If you continue to live in the cave with Girl…” Jisung intended to interrupt him, but Joohyuk stopped him and continued. "Or, if you live here with us, you will die", the sad omega looked down at his feet. “As I very well explained to you, wolves are destined to live in packs, they become crazy and wild if they are alone, which leads them to be eliminated or die of sadness and anguish. You are lucky to find someone like your noona, he even managed to be with you in that pack.”

“When you go into annoying mode,” I told him as I threw the towel off his head, “you're unbearable. Well," now looking at Jisung, "we must agree on our stories so as not to make mistakes if they come to interrogate us, we don't have much time and we must hurry if we don't want them to come to find us."

“That is not important now. What are you going to do with your…with your medicine?” Hyuk made a quotation mark with his hands when mentioning the said medicine.

“I will not have this discussion again. I already told you that I don't need it, it won't be a problem.”

“Don't be stubborn, you know you will weaken. It's dangerous, too."

I sighed. I was tired of always arguing for the same thing, he was not going to understand and I was not going to agree. It was preferable not to answer him and settle the story with Jisung. I needed to prepare him and reassure him so they wouldn't suspect anything, my life now depended on how convincing Jisung was to the royal pack.

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It was already night and the rain had stopped a while ago, but we had to leave the cabin even when it was raining, we took the long way to dispel any trace of Joohyuk's scent. We didn't have many belongings, a medium bag where we had our clothes, many of which we shared, and my backpack where I had a couple of books, my notebook, my mortar and my herbs. While we were walking, we were reviewing what we should say. Obviously, we agreed to hide that we knew Joohyuk and that the things we had, we got from the surrounding villages.

I knew that the one at a disadvantage in this situation was me. Jisung was a weak omega who would instinctively be protected by this pack, instead, I was a strange orphan girl who, apparently, due to the attitude of suspicion and resentment they showed me, was considered a threat. I looked at Jisung who was walking a few steps behind, he was tired and shivering from the cold, if we didn't hurry up, he would get sick. I took Jisung's bag to ease his tiredness so he could walk faster.

We were reaching the border of the pack, I could slightly hear some murmurs, they were already waiting for us. Instinctively, I touched my pants pocket where I had the box that Joohyuk gave me before we left and which I had to keep hidden. It was very likely that they would go through our things, so he had told me that I should keep it with me until I found a safe place to hide it.

As we came into view, the wolves that were waiting for us turned and urged us to hurry up as we were already late. The one who seems to be the leader of the wolf guard warned us that from now on we should use the main entrance and stay away from the borders and that if we wanted to go out into the city or the forest it must be in the company of an alpha. I had to bite my tongue to avoid getting a curse word out about his last comment, I looked at Jisung who was doing everything possible not to appear nervous and was listening carefully to what the alpha was saying. He would adapt easily, I on the other hand was sure that things were going to go south at any moment.

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Here we are, in the office of the alpha of the pack. There were a lot of people here, some I didn't know. I looked at Jisung who was with his head down trying not to look anyone in the eye, I could feel his nervousness and I could also feel the calming pheromones that the alphas in the room were producing to reassure my friend.

“Your name is Jisung, right?” Prince Namjoon asked, and Jisung nodded without looking up. “Taehyung told us something about you, but I would like to hear it from you, what pack did you belong to and how did you get into this situation?” he concluded the alpha looking at me.

“Umm…well, I'm…I was from the Dawn Pack. I was banished for mating with someone I shouldn't and he disgraced me by breaking the mating mark. My family despised me, and the only thing I remember was arriving at one of the human villages near the pack and I fainted, I woke up a few days later and Girl was by my side, she took care of me and let me stay with her,” he concluded holding my hand looking for support.

Prince Namjoon looked at our joined hands and then looked at me raising an eyebrow, then he turned his gaze to Jisung and smiled saying, “Don't worry, you'll be safe here. We'll give you a new identity if you want or can keep your name, but you'll officially belong to the royal pack. And you,” he looked at me seriously, “you will also have a temporary identity until you find out who you really are or until the alpha king decides what to do with you. Well, I'll make the formal introductions. They are the two oldest princes in the family; Crown Prince Seokjin and Prince Yoongi," he said pointing to where they were standing to his left, "alpha prince Hoseok and well, you know prince Taehyung," they were to his right, "and he's our omega Prince Jungkook," he concluded pointing to one of the people who were a few steps behind us.

With Jisung we turned around to see who it was. The guy standing behind us gave us a brief nod, he was the same guy I had crossed earlier. Now, he was dressed in white shorts and a beige long-sleeved shirt, our eyes met again, but he quickly diverted it. Now that he knew he was omega he could make out a trace of a sweet scent, however, the smell of the alphas prevented me from identifying his scent.

“And then we have Mrs Park, the housekeeper, and Miss Choi, one of the employees who work inside the castle,” the prince continued. Both women curtsied to us and smiled at us. “So, tomorrow you will have an appointment with the royal doctor for a general check-up and we will talk about your studies. After they settle in and shower, Prince SeokJin, who has studied medicine, will briefly check on them and ask them a few questions. Mrs Park shows them their rooms, please.”

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Mrs Park gave us a brief tour of the ground floor of the mansion, showing us the living room, dining room, kitchen, laundry room, and places where we could not enter without permission such as her majesty's office, the laboratory and the basement. Then, she led us to a large white marble staircase with gold details that branched off into two other large stairs. It was located in the centre of a room with a different entrance than the one we had entered. In the centre of the wall that divided the stairs, there was a carved shield of the head of a black wolf about to bite surrounded, on one side, by a crescent, where there were some rare symbols and, on the other hand, some golden figures similar to elongated diamonds that apparently formed the rays of the sun. In turn, he was surrounded by a strange and perfect braid.

"Good. That door you see over there,” I point to the door across from us and diagonally towards the stairs, “is the front door for pack members and guests. It is through that door that you technically have to enter. The entrance through which they passed is only for royalty, even they avoid using these stairs so as not to bother the omegas. Through that large sliding window that you see there,” we both follow the gesture that she made towards the place, “you go out into the garden that is connected to the training ground.”

“By the way, omegas are not allowed to be in the training place. It's for security,” adds Miss Choi, who was accompanying us on the tour.

“What do you mean 'not to bother the omegas'?” I asked Mrs Park as we walked up the stairs.

“As I said, it's a place that members of the pack frequent. The staircase on the right leads to the castle annexe where many of the members live, including underage omegas who lost their families or those who came seeking refuge or protection from other packs. There are also alphas and betas that belong to the royal guard, but many of them use the entrance connected to the training ground. They avoid making the omegas nervous, they don't want them to feel uncomfortable and insecure."

“So, is in the annexe where we'll stay?” Jisung speaks for the first time since he started the tour.

"No. You will stay in the main wing,” she said as we went up the stairs of the left, “on the first floor together with the youngest princes who are not here at the moment. On the second floor of this wing, are the rooms of Prince Namjoon, Hoseok and Jungkook. Also on that floor is the library that is shared with the annexe. On the third floor are the kings' rooms, those of princes Seokjin, Yoongi and Taehyung. I recommend that you don't go peeping around, Prince Yoongi is too territorial.

While she was explaining everything, she was trying to memorize all the way we are walking to our rooms. There were many corridors and doors, not just the rooms she had mentioned earlier. We arrived at a gloomy corridor, there was no light and a strange energy was felt an indescribable sadness; we share an uneasy look with Jisung. Mrs Park flipped the switch on the wall to her right and excused herself by saying that it wasn't a very busy place. She asked Miss Choi to show Jisung his room while she led me down the hallway. We stopped in front of a double white door, it had gold details as I saw on other doors, with the difference that this one had a letter 'M' in a very beautiful and elegant calligraphy made with some type of shiny stone. When she opened the doors, I was amazed, the room was decorated in white, beige and pink tones, in the middle of it there was a large double bed tucked into a slight arch-shaped opening that was illuminated. On both sides of the bed, there were two long shelves, there was a hanging round ceiling lamp that simulated a flower crown, on one side there was a window with two medium-sized armchairs on the sides with a round table; in front was a mirror with a shelf and chair and next to the door was an empty desk.

“This is where you will sleep,” Mrs Park said as she opened the large window, “this is the balcony and over there”, she pointed towards a corridor with two doors, “is the bathroom and the wardrobe.”

I followed her to both doors, she stopped at the door that was on the side of the hall and opened it. It was the closet. Well, calling it a closet was a way of saying it, it looked more like another connected room. It was a two-story room in the shape of a completely white semicircle, it had an old pink carpet that covered the entire floor, and there were many shelves and mirrors in between. It also had a central table that contained many drawers and doors, the upper part was transparent and you could see how it was divided into sections.

"This is a bit much, don't you think?" I said as I walked around the room.

“I would say it's a standard wardrobe. You have to see the ones with Princes Taehyung and Seokjin, those are a bit exaggerated.”

"Even this shelf here is too much for my few clothes."

“Believe me, it will be full in no time,” Mrs Park said in a whisper. "Speaking of clothes, I need you to give me your clothes to wash them."

"It's clean," I said a little indignant.

"Don't get me wrong, please. The princes requested it because they are sensitive to odours outside the pack. You come from the forest,” I was about to refute how stupid that sounded, but she beat me to it, “I know what you are thinking 'it doesn't make sense', but it's hard to explain. Although they are wolves and technically surrounded by forest, she will later realize that each pack has a particular scent. This is why they detect so quickly if someone who is not from the pack enters the territory. All your clothes, although I don't doubt that it's clean, still have a strange smell, so I need to wash them with special products.”

I kept thinking about the words I use to explain, was she trying to get me to give myself away?

“I don't know how I'll find out later if I don't have the developed super sense of smell that werewolves have, but well if it's really necessary. Jisung has the clothes in the bag he has with him. A lot of the clothes, we share.”

“And what about that backpack?” she said, pointing to my back.

“There are only personal things like notebooks and books, no clothes,” I said as I left the wardrobe.

“Okay, then I'll ask Jisung. I suppose you know how to use the bathroom, don't you?", she question pointing towards the last door that was at the end of the small corridor.

"Of course. How wild do I think I am?"

“I just wanted to make sure, I wasn't trying to offend you. When you finish taking a bath, you will find clothes on the bed. I'll tell one of the employees to bring you a change of clothes,” she concluded going to the door of the room.

"If it's not too much to ask, I'd prefer it not be pink at all," I said as she gave the room another disgusted look, "I already have enough pink to burn my eyes."

Mrs Choi laughed at my comment, nodded her head and left, closing the door. I gave a sigh of resignation, took the box that Joohyuk had given me from my pocket and I headed towards the bathroom. I had to find a safe place to hide it.

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Was it so hard to have a normal shower? I almost drowned in there. The bathroom was another room, there was even a jacuzzi in it. When I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a robe and drying my hair, I saw a pile of clothes on the end of the bed. The clothes were neutral and cold colours, mainly black and gray, it had a light scent of vanilla that was comforting. I grab a long-sleeved black t-shirt and matching cargo pants.

After changing and finding a temporary hiding place for my backpack, I headed downstairs to look for Jisung, since I didn't feel his presence. On the way, I met Miss Choi, who was surprised to see my outfit. She wondered me why I was wearing those clothes and I told her that someone had left them on the bed, that Mrs Park asked for a new outfit for me. She explained to me that these were not the clothes that she ordered her to give me, she had even just found the clothes and was about to take it to me. She told me to go see Prince Seokjin who was waiting for me in the lab and after that I change my clothes immediately.

When I got to the entrance hall, I stayed for a while thinking in which direction the laboratory was until I heard someone approach.

"Jungkookie, have you seen my-" I think it was Prince Hoseok who was approaching looking at his cell phone and when he looked up he looked at me confused. "What are you doing with those clothes?" he asked with a frown.

"Um... someone left it on the bed", I said while I was looking at the clothes, what was wrong with it?

"Just change it if you don't want Namjoon to be in a bad mood," he determined, paying attention to his phone again.

"No," before my denial he raised his head suddenly, he was about to lash out, but I interrupted him. “I like it, it's comfortable and the smell of it is comforting, so I won't change it. If you'll excuse me, Prince Seokjin is waiting for me."

I left, leaving him stunned by my answer. I hated that they wanted to boss me around, much less without arguments. It's going to be hard living with alphas, they weren't used to humans or omegas rebelling against them and I wasn't used to them demanding authority over me.

After a few minutes, he had finally found the laboratory. I opened the big metal doors and the first thing I saw was Jisung putting on his shirt and getting off the stretcher. He barely saw me, he smiled at me and spoke to me through the link.

-Noona, don't worry just he i-

-Has he seen the mark?

"Oh! You're here," Prince Seokjin said as he finished arranging some jars on the table, “Take a seat on the stretcher, I'm done with Jisung”.

-No, I covered it with the makeup that Joohyuk gave me, I nodded and walked towards the stretcher. Remember to hide your eyes, he'll check them, Jisung concluded. We cut the mental link and he walked out the door.

I sat where the prince told me, he turned around observing for the first time the clothes I was wearing. He looked at it for a few more seconds and looked at me seriously, then he gave a forced smile and told me to raise the sleeve of my shirt. He tied an elastic band to my arm and prepared a syringe, when I saw what he was trying to do I jumped and pulled my arm back.

"Wh-what are you going to do?" I asked.

He laughed softly. "Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you. I just need a blood sample,” seeing my look of suspicion, he continued. “It's for the pack's database. So if something happens, we can act quickly. It won't hurt, it'll just be a prick."

After analyzing it a bit, I held out my arm. He drew the blood sample and began filling the tubes with it. He continued to listen to my heart and my lungs, he measured and weighed me, checked my eyes with a small flashlight and asked me to follow the light. Luckily, I put on the special contact lenses that Joohyuk had given me, I no longer had the strength to hide them myself.

The prince began to make me medical questions, which had the answers the same, 'I don't know'. He gave me a pitying look and told me that we were done, he asked me to go eat something and then go to sleep because tomorrow was going to be a long day.

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Seokjin' POV.

It was already quite late in the early morning and I didn't know if what I was seeing was correct or if I was too tired to see clearly. I had never seen anything like it and the fact that it was now in our pack I didn't know if I should be relieved to find something like this before others or worry if it was a threat.

The door opened startling me, I didn't realize Namjoon was getting closer.

“Here I am,” he said, stopping near the desk where he was analyzing the results. "What do you have?"

"I called you an hour ago, where were you?"

"I'm sorry, hyung. I was wit-”

“It doesn't matter anymore. Look, I found something weird,” I transferred what I was seeing on the computer screen to the large TV on the wall. "That you see there is Marian's DNA and it-"

"Marian? Are you so comfortable already with her to you call her that?” he questioned crossing her arms.

"Please, not now. focus. Now, as I was saying, this is the girl's DNA, it's super weird, I've never seen anything like it. The gene is different from an average human, even from a werewolf,” I added two more images: one of human DNA and Jisung's then got up and walked over to the TV to give Namjoon a good explanation of what he was seeing. “This second image is of a human and the third of Jisung, an omega werewolf. The difference between the two is that in the first, the nuclear genome is smaller than the mitochondrial genes present in werewolves. Furthermore, werewolves do not have the same nucleotide base pairs as humans. But if we look closely at Marian's and zoom in a little more we can see that instead of being a double helix DNA, it is a triple helix. The nucleotide bases are the same as humans but it has others that I cannot identify at this time. This will definitely go into my thesis.”

When I looked at Namjoon he was looking at the screen thoughtfully. He is very intelligent but this could be too much for someone who is not dedicated to this. I was about to explain it again in other words, when he decided to speak.

"So you're telling me that she's not human, but you can't tell what kind of being she is either?"

“Exactly,” at least he got the point.

"Can you find out that is she?"

“Yes, but it will take me a while. I cannot promise a specific time, there are many new things that I have never seen."

"We must keep her in our custody in the meantime."

"Do you think we are doing the right thing to let her stay in the pack?" I was the crown prince, I should know well what is good for my people, but since it is something we had no information about, it is not something to be taken lightly. I needed more opinions.

Namjoon knew my internal conflicts very well and understood them. This was our agreement, to consult the decisions of the pack together, we would both be the leaders in the future and if we disagree it would bring problems.

"Don't worry, hyung. I will take care of moulding her and if she becomes a threat, I will eliminate her with my own hands.”

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I hope you have started the year well and I know it is late but I wish you much success this year.

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Lmao I could not stop thinking about this all day like i absolutely need a oneshot like this😭😭😭.

I know Castin most likely not gonna be allowed near his wife during the birth of their child/children, but like if he was allowed he would be hella nervous throughout the process. I feel like he would be those husbands that would act like doctors (with no background or knowledge) telling his wife to push hard, not to stop, push in a certain position, telling them to calm down, lowkey lying saying that they're almost finished when they barely started😔. Mind you Castin is saying this with only good intentions only wanting to make sure that the baroness/Celica doesn't go through any complications, but boy does he annoy the hell out of her. At one point she stopped screaming and pushing only to silently turn her head to Castin and give him one of the most deadest glares he has ever received in his entire life time of living (in the room filled with nurses or doctors). 😂😂😂This would be the first time Castin has ever heard his wife say something so fowl and full of curses let alone be on the receiving end of it.

I'm sorry that I don't have time to write a oneshot now, but I can give you a scenario, Anon!

I imagine everyone who is important to the couple would be there during the birth: Lilia, Rhett, Isolde, Reyes, Dolion, and Rex would be waiting outside of the birthing room. The doctors, nurses and even Ezekiel are right there in the room to help assist the Baroness.

Castin would be pacing around, anxiety literally dripping off of him while the ladies snacked on and the men were trying to calm him down.

Lilia, carefully peeling an apple for them and the Baroness: Castin, sit your ass down before you give everyone a migraine. Oh! Excuse me, Your Majesty.

Queen Isolde: It's cool. I've heard worse from Rhett.

Rhett: Beloved -

Castin: Guys! Hello!? Why aren't y'all freaking out about this!? It's been hours since my wife went into labour!

Dolion: We know. We can read the time, brother.

Rex: Sarcasm won't help the Commander calm down, Dolion. Be more empathetic, please.

Castin: Guys!?

Rhett: Castin! Take a deep breath and sit down already! The Baroness is in good and, more importantly, CAPABLE hands. You panicking won't help -

The doors to the maternity room burst open. A very pissed-off-looking doctor stomps out, effectively silencing everyone.

Doctor: May I remind everyone that the Baroness now requires peace!? If none of you can keep it down, then I am forced to use my authority and banish all of you until further notice.

Castin, now super distressed: But...

That's when a scream broke out. One filled with pain. No one could stop him as Castin after that. Not even Rhett, for he rushes past the doctor and hurried to the Baroness' beside. Startling the nurses.

There, lying in bed with immense pain and sweating profusely is the entire reason why Castin's heart beats.

Castin, panicking now, oh boy: Babe! Babe, are you alright!?

The Baroness is now glaring at him: Yes, husband. I'm having that time of my fucking life!

Everyone in the room, including Castin, winces. But he's determined to help her in any way he can. He snatches a wet cloth from a startled nurse and carefully dabs his wife's face; not realising that he forgot to squeeze the damn thing and now her pillow and face are drenched with water.

The Baroness, furious now: CASTIN -

Castin: You're alright, babe. A-OK! Just try to breathe in more deeply and keep pushing!

An aggravated nurse: Commander, the head isn't even crowning yet! Please leave so we can -

Castin: Nah, nah, the sooner she pushes the better, right!? You're doing great! Hahaha! No need to panic! You want any water? Snacks? I can feed you!

The Baroness: Castin, get the fuck out of my room before I cut your balls out!

Cue the contractions again and this time, she screams louder than before. Rhett, Reyes, Dolion and Rex finally broke into the room to drag Castin away. NSDJKFNKJDSF WHAT A MESS!

#monotony's rambling #desmond asmr #headcanons #castin hammer #baroness (oc)

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sunnythegyarufreak · 11 months

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✧༺♥༻∞ Hello everyone!! My name is Sunny :D ✧༺♥༻∞

I love gyaru and J-Fashion and since today (June 9th) is my gyaru anniversary I decided today would be the perfect day to make my first post. For this post I will answer some commonly asked questions about gyaru!

Q: Can I be a gyaru if I dont tan?

A: Of course! Certain styles like kurogyaru and manba do have styles that are non tanned such as Shiro gyaru which means "white gal" That just means that you don't tan but you still do makeup from styles such as manba/yamanba!.

Q: Can I be gyaru if I don't wear makeup?

A: This is a very common question in the gyaru community. This is debate is actually one of the many reasons why I distance myself from the community. I believe that gyaru is a lifestyle and mindset. For certain styles you may need to wear makeup. Like manba/kurogyaru/ganguro are makeup based substyles. But other styles like Amekaji and Himegyaru/Himekaji are more based on clothing. For example, my main style is kurogyaru but I don't do the makeup very often because of my mental/physical health. However I wear clothes that I feel are very "kurogyaru" and I live by the mindset of "Be wild Be Sexy" Some older gals however believe that you must wear makeup 24/7. So I think that at some point you should do the makeup at least every once in a while because throughout a lot of eras of gyaru the eye makeup has been pretty crucial to the whole look.

Q: Can I be gyaru if I'm plus size?

A: Yes! I happen to be a plus size gyaru. Gyaru is about recognizing yourself and "getting wild and being sexy," not about being a specific size. The most important thing is to feel content with who you are. This holds true for many styles, not just gyaru! Wear the things you love if whatever you're wearing makes you feel bad about yourself. If it does, throw it out right away!

Q: Can I be gyaru if I'm not asian?

A: Yes! Gyaru is meant for everyone, no matter what race you are.

(Btw this person is @citrusmalicious on tiktok! Go follow them! Theyre super cool and I love their content :D)

Q: Can I be gyaru if I don't do gyaru everyday?

A: This question is very complicated. Like i said gyaru is a lifestyle and mindset. If you can't do the makeup all the time I recommend incorporating gyaru into your daily life! You can do this by: buying deco phone cases, buying animal print bags/items, being positive and keeping positive and fun people around you, decorate items in your room with gems or rhinestones, or wear cute decorated nails :D So I would say that you can be gyaru if you don't do the makeup everyday. BUT if you don't do the makeup everyday be sure to atleast try to incorporate it into your daily life!

Q: Can I be gyaru if I do multiple substyles?

A: Yes! There are so many interesting and fun substyles and you most certainly don't have to stick to one.

Q: Can I be gyaru if I'm over 20?

A: Yes! Any age can be gyaru (however i recommend ages 14 and under to be careful when interacting with the community or doing certain styles) There is no age limit to gyaru and there is even a gyaru on instagram who is 50!!

Q: Can I be gyaru if I have colorful hair/short hair?

A: Of course! Many gyaru have bright and colorful hair and wigs! There are many short haired gals as well! There are gyaru hairstyles just for short hair on pinterest :D

In conclusion anyone can be gyaru! It doesn't matter if you have children, your race, your skin color, your age, or your physical attributes! Thats all the questions I can think of so far! If y'all have any more questions don't be afraid to ask. I'll be sure to answer them as fast as I can :D If you have any ideas for my next blog be sure to send them aswell! I really enjoyed making this and I hope you guys have a good day! Be wild and Be Sexy ✌🏽

#gyaru gal #gyaru hair #gal #black gyaru #hair #makeup #fashion #gyaru nails #kuro gyaru #manba gal

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dem-obscure-imagines · 1 year

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New Year's Eve Kisses 2022

Note: Hello, friends, and Happy New Year! At long last, and for the third year in a row, I present to you, New Year’s Eve Drabbles! I tried to make reader gender neutral in all of these, aside from the Kili one, which is a continuation of The Book Keeper! It may also serve as an introduction for a possible sequel to that fic.

Fandoms: Stranger Things, MCU, Tolkien, Harry Potter (fuck JK Rowling; Trans Rights are Human Rights), Once Upon a Time

Total Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol (champagne, mostly), kissing (obviously), and two (2) marriage proposals. Also mentions of Eddie’s bat scars.

Eddie Munson

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Quite honestly, Eddie Munson didn’t think he’d live to see the end of 1986. It had had its ups and downs and its Upside Downs, but through it all, he’d had you right at his side, his second-in-command, his cleric, and, in real life, the very person who’d saved his life and ensured he’d live to see 1986 fade into 1987.

You and Eddie had been friends since elementary school. You’d been bullied as a kid, but Eddie didn’t put up with that and he didn’t want you to, either. He’d stood up for you one fateful day in the third grade and made a friend he knew he’d cherish for the rest of his life.

At the moment, the two of you were at Steve Harrington’s New Year’s Eve party, a sentence neither of you thought you’d utter, with some of his friends as well as Eddie’s bandmates, the Hellfire Club, and a few of Dustin’s other friends. Trauma was a weird thing, after all, and bonded the most unexpected people.

“Here.” Eddie handed you a solo cup full of booze and you sniffed it before taking a sip of whatever mystery punch the rest of Corroded Coffin had poured together.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” He leaned against the kitchen counter, taking a sip of his drink as well, tattooed arms folded across his chest.

“Another one, huh?” You chuckled, shaking your head. “Another year.”

“Thanks to you.” He nudged you with his elbow. “You really saved my ass, you know? I really don’t think I’d be standing here without you, big ugly bat scars and all.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve saved my ass plenty of times, Munson, I’m pretty sure we’re even.”

He smirked, bumping his shoulder into yours. “You think so?”

“I do.” You nodded.

Steve drew everyone’s attention to the countdown, which was nearing a steady close.

“Hey, uh, (Y/N)?” Eddie said, his words slowing. “So remember that…not running away thing I was working on?”

“By running straight into a herd of evil mutant bats, yes, I recall.”

He scoffed. “Heh, yeah, well, um…There’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while, and I…you know what, fuck it.”

“What, Eddie—”

He smashed his lips against yours as the ball finally dropped, kissing you hungrily. You kissed him back, spilling your drink as you surrendered to his embrace. It was uncharted territory for both of you, sure, but just like your DnD campaign, you couldn’t wait to explore it with him, side by side.

Druig

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When the New Year finally rolled around, the Eternals that were close enough decided to throw something of a celebration, just as you’d all done in the years before you’d split off and gone your separate ways. Now that Druig had finally come out of hiding, he was standing in the corner of the room, sulking, snacking, and sipping champagne as he watched some random guy flirt with you across the room.

You and Druig were…complicated to say the least. You weren’t together, not officially. You obviously both cared about each other a lot, but neither of you had ever taken that next step, not before Druig had all but dropped off of the face of the planet.

You’d missed him, of course, but you weren’t sure how to bridge that gap, if that was even still what either of you wanted. He was the Hades to your Persephone. Quite literally. Your dynamic was where Sprite spun the legend to begin with.

“Why the long face?” Sersi asked, standing next to him, that soft, compassionate look on her face.

Druig shrugged. “Dunno. Just…not feeling the party, I guess.”

“Is that so?” She asked. “Why’s that?”

“Just…thought it would be different, is all.”

“Huh, well, looks like someone else might feel the same way.” Sersi nudged him, motioning to you with her head. Sure enough, you were giving the ‘help me’ eyes, stuck in conversation with the stranger in front of you.

“Oh.” Druig said, straightening up his jacket before standing up and briskly walking to you. “This guy botherin’ you, love?”

“Who’s this?” The frat bro in front of you asked, looking Druig up and down. It was true, Druig was much shorter than the lunkhead, but, of course, Druig had his own secret weapon up his sleeve.

“I’m their boyfriend.” Druig announced, slipping his arm around your waist. “Who are you?”

“Kyle.”

“Well, Kyle, if you don’t mind too much, I’ll be borrowing the beautiful, beautiful (Y/N) for the rest of the night.”

Kyle looked like he was about to retaliate, but then a golden hue took over his eyes and he turned around abruptly and walked across the room and out into the cold.

You chuckled and looked over at Druig. “Thank you. You just saved me from a riveting conversation about NFTs.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “What’s an NFT?”

“You don’t wanna know.”

He grinned. “I’ll take your word for it, then.”

“How are you doing?” You asked, leaning into him a little more.

“Better now.”

“You looked a little grumpy before.”

“You noticed.”

“I always do. Especially when it’s you.” You smirked, mischievous. “So you’re my boyfriend, huh?”

“For the evening.” He shrugged. “Or longer, if you want.”

“Are you finally asking me out?”

“Might be.” Druig pulled you closer to him, his hands on your waist as the other Eternals began their countdown. “Are you saying yes?”

“Might be.” You repeated, nose brushing against his as you went in for a tender kiss.

Kili

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“So the Dwarves are coming over here for New Year’s Eve…why?” Your friend Chelsea asked, hanging up some 2023 balloons.

“Because they already had their New Year’s on Durin’s Day there, so…” You shrugged. “You know how they are, they just like parties.”

“That is true.” Kili nodded, walking into the kitchen.

Your face lit up when you saw him, and you walked over to him, surrendering to his embrace. “When did you come over?”

“Just a moment ago, my love.” Kili replied, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Do you need help preparing the festivities?”

“Actually, yes. Do you and the guys want to bring the drinks in from the car?”

“One step ahead of ye, lassie.” Dwalin replied, sipping from a bottle of beer he’d found out there, Fili and Thorin carrying in cases of beer behind him. You had bought a lot of it, but you still weren’t sure it would be enough to satiate the Dwarves. Only time would tell. Worse case scenario, they could go back through the portal in your closet and get some ale from Erebor.

“Thanks, guys. Anyone wanna go with Phil to pick up the pizzas?”

“I will!” Ori volunteered excitedly. “What’s pizza?”

The pieces slowly started to fall into place. You explained human New Year’s Eve traditions to the Dwarves whenever they asked questions.

“Kissing at midnight?” Thorin asked, well within earshot of Kili. “Does it have to be your betrothed?”

“Nope! Some people kiss total strangers, but if you have a partner, you usually kiss them, yeah.”

“Interesting.”

“Why, you have someone in mind, uncle?” Fili asked, teasing.

“No, of course not.” Thorin shook his head, flustered.

“Hmm.” You hummed, laughing softly. You turned to Kili, smirking. “Do you know who you wanna kiss?”

“I have a faint inkling, yes.” He smirked, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

In no time at all, the party was in full swing and the dwarves were distracted very effectively by the New Year’s Eve countdown, mesmerized by the colors and songs and segments included. Ori was taking notes ferociously while the other Dwarves participated in a drinking game led by one of your friends.

You sat in Kili’s lap, chatting with the others, sipping on champagne, and waiting for the final bell to toll, bringing 2022 to a close.

“Do you have a New Year’s Resolution?” Dori asked you, sampling some champagne himself.

“I’d like to write another book.” You said, leaning into Kili. “What about you?”

“I do have one.” Kili nodded. “But I think I’d rather tell you in private it it’s all the same to you.”

“Oh?” You asked.

He nodded, giving your hips a push off of the couch and taking you to the other room. You looked up at him curiously. In your world, the Mortal Realm, Kili stood about six feet tall, as opposed to his usual 4’ 10” that he sported so proudly back home. It was odd how your height difference flip-flopped back and forth, but you were coming to love it.

“So, I’ve been doing some research.” He began, taking one of your hands with his own. “It may be too soon, but…” Kili reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He slowly got down on one knee, offering the box to you.

“Kili…” You whispered, your voice breaking. “Is this…?”

“Open it.” He urged, his voice faltering.

You opened the lid of the finely crafted wooden box. It was clear he’d made that from scratch as well, and sure enough, inside, you found a small tuft of green velvet, atop which sat three things: an intricate engagement band, which looked much like the claddagh ring he’d made for you, but with a diamond in the place of the emerald in the other ring, which currently sat, upright, on your right ring finger. The second and third were matching wedding beads, meant to be braided into your hair and his, to signify in Dwarven society that you were married.

“Oh my God. Kili, I…”

“In this New Year, in your world, in mine, I wish to marry you, to be your husband, to care for you for all of your days. And if you’d have me, my One, I would love to make you my wife.”

You nodded, tears slipping from your eyes as you pulled him back to his feet. “Yes, Kili. I love you so much. So much. I can’t wait to marry you.”

Kili pressed his lips to yours, collecting you in his arms, kissing you for the remainder of the year, your last year as an unmarried couple as it slowly bled into the year in which you would finally be married to the Dwarven prince of your dreams.

Neville Longbottom

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“Professor Longbottom?” One of Neville’s fourth year students asked, entering the greenhouse. It was winter break and only a handful of students remained in the castle, along with the few professors who had stayed. It had been a few years since the Battle and Neville had returned to Hogwarts, now the Herbology professor.

“Yes, Tilda?”

“Have you seen Professor (L/N)? I have a question about the extra credit assignment for their class.”

“I haven’t. Did you check their office?”

“I did, it was empty.”

“Huh.” Neville thought for a moment, running through your favorite places in the castle that you could have stolen away to. “Well, what’s the assignment?”

“We have to write about a Muggle holiday we haven’t learned in class yet. I wanted to write about New Year’s Eve, but…”

You walked into the greenhouse, holding a bundle of flowers. “Neville, have you--? Oh, hello Tilda.”

“Professor (L/N)!” Tilda grinned.

“She has a question for you.”

“I thought you might be in here with Professor Longbottom…” Tilda admitted with a shy grin. It was no secret to most of your students that there was something going on between the two of you. “I have a question about New Year’s Eve. So, the kiss everyone talks about, is that before or after midnight?”

“Oh, a New Year’s Eve kiss? It’s usually right at midnight. Muggles believe it’ll bring them luck in the new year.” You explained for her.

“Ohhhh. That makes a lot of sense. Thank you so much.”

“Of course. Let me know if there’s anything else you need! Will you be at the party tonight?”

“I will!” She smiled, saying goodbye to both of you before walking away.

“A New Year’s Eve kiss?” Neville raised an eyebrow, taking a step closer to you as soon as Tilda was out of sight and earshot.

“It’s tradition.” You shrugged, resting a hand against his cozy sweater vest. Outside, there was snow falling in large, fluffy flakes, visible through the greenhouse windows. “And if you’re lucky, you just might get one tonight.”

“What are these for?” He motioned to the flowers in your hand, changing the subject, his cheeks reddening. He had grown up a lot since you’d first met him, that was for sure, but every so often, the shy side of him showed itself again, reminding you of that shy Gryffindor boy you’d first fallen in love with. Little did you know he was nervous about something else that the evening would bring.

“They were in my office.”

“Well, you should put them in water, they’re lovely.” He replied, knowingly.

You rested your arms on his shoulders, pressing your forehead against his. “Thank you, Nev.”

“Of course, love.”

***

Later in the evening came the party Headmaster McGonogall was throwing for the few kids who were still there, as well as the staff who had volunteered to stay behind. The Grand Hall was decked out with silvery decorations, the tables near the front of the room loaded with food and punch.

You and Neville kept orbiting each other, keeping a safe distance to remain professional, but it was terribly obvious to anyone who knew the two of you that you shared a deep connection.

“You look lovely, dear.” McGonogall complimented, looking at your outfit.

“Thank you, Headmaster.” You thanked. “Happy New Year.”

“A Happy New Year indeed.” She eyed Neville, standing in the corner. “Mr. Longbottom looks quite nervous, does he not?”

“Oh.” You glanced over at him and she was right. He was pacing, even as midnight approached. “Yeah, he does. I’ll go check on him.”

You walked over to him and grabbed his attention, pulling him to a private corner. “You okay?”

He nodded, shaking.

You took his hands in yours and felt the way he was trembling. “Hey, hey, what’s going on?”

“I…” He sighed. “I’m…”

“Take your time.” You encouraged, your voice soft.

He took a long breath, centering himself, that Gryffindor courage finally taking hold. “(Y/N), I have been in love with you since our fourth year. When I saw you at that Yule Ball in this very room…I knew that I had to…to do this someday.”

“Do what someday?” You whispered, watching as he, shakily, pulled a tiny box from his pocket, opening it to reveal the most gorgeous engagement ring you had ever seen, its gem in the shape of a flower, metal leaves on either side of it. Tears pooled in your eyes. “Oh, Neville.”

“Will you marry me?”

In the background, you heard the students counting down to the new year while you had a brand new life waiting in anticipation for you to make your choice.

“Yes, Neville, of course.” You rushed into his arms, pulling him into the tightest hug while he exhaled a sigh of relief. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

And sure enough, right as the new year hit, you sealed your promise with a sweet kiss.

Peter Pan

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“What, so you’re telling me you don’t celebrate New Year’s?” You asked in disbelief at the nightly bonfire. It had been a few months since you’d taken up permanent residence in Neverland with Peter and the rest of the Lost Boys, but you’d been visiting the place in your dreams, and their self-appointed ruler, for that matter, for several years.

“What point would there be in that?” Felix asked, rolling his eyes at the sentiment. “Time doesn’t pass here. We don’t have a calendar year like they do in the Mortal Realm.”

“Then how do you keep track of time?”

“We don’t.” One of the other Lost Boys laughed.

“No other holidays?” You asked, eyebrows scrunching together. “None at all?”

“Nope.”

“Huh.”

You didn’t say much after that, thinking about it. You’d been trying to keep track of the days since you’d left home, and you knew it was probably getting to be around that time there. Not that you wanted to go back; you didn’t. But it still felt strange, one last final difference that further divided your new life from the one you had left behind for the adventure of a lifetime.

Pan found you later, studying the look on your face. He didn’t like when people were sad; it brought the whole vibe down, but he had a soft spot for you, had picked you especially to be, well…his. He wanted you to be happy for that reason, too. It hadn’t entirely dawned on him why that was, why your feelings were so important to him.

“Love?”

“Hmm?”

“Something bothering you?”

“Not really. It’s not important.”

He chuckled and sat in front of you, pinching your chin with his fingers and forcing you to meet his eyes. “Yes it is. What’s going on?”

“I just…Felix said you guys don’t really celebrate holidays here. I guess it makes sense. I should have realized that sooner, I guess.”

Peter thought for a long moment, putting the pieces together. “You miss holidays, then. We celebrate a lot, have parties nearly every night.”

“Yeah, I know, and I like those a lot too, but…I don’t know, something about…the rituals, I guess. I think New Year’s Eve would have been soon. It’s one of my favorite holidays.”

“Is it?” He raised an eyebrow, taking your hand. “Well then…let me see what I can do about that, eh?”

***

A few nights later, Pan sent you out with Felix on a “special errand.” You weren’t really sure what you were supposed to be looking for, but he’d said something about seashells, so you and Felix were combing the beach and collecting some.

“I was skeptical of you, you know?” Felix admitted. It wasn’t any surprise to you that was the case. Felix was Pan’s right hand man, after all. Most of his job was figuring out who was and wasn’t to be trusted. “But…something about having you here…Pan is different, more powerful, lighter, even.”

“Thanks, I think.” You chuckled. “You’re not so bad yourself, you know.”

“I’ve been told I’m something of an acquired taste.”

“Yeah, well…I appreciate you looking out for me. You both made the transition a lot easier.”

“Anything for Pan’s Chosen.” He bowed playfully as you gathered the last of the seashells and you began the long hike back, only to find…the campgrounds were decorated.

There were glass orbs and flickering lights dangling from the tree branches, a large grandfather clock propped up against a tree. In the center of it all was Pan, dressed in a sparkly gold suit, holding an even sparklier gold outfit for you in his arms.

“What’s all this?” You asked, looking around in awe.

“It’s New Year’s Eve, love.” Pan insisted, smirking. “Here, get dressed. I’ll save you some champagne.”

“Champagne?” You asked, incredulous. “Where did you get all this stuff.”

“Details, details…” He shook his head, giving you a little push towards your hut, where you quickly changed into the new outfit before meeting him outside, where the Lost Boys were acting out what you could only assume was supposed to be some form of a New Year’s Eve broadcast while the grandfather clock began to tick down to midnight.

Peter took your hand and raised it to his lips. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“You clean up nice yourself.” You chuckled, still in disbelief at everyting that was unfolding around you. “I…”

“You don’t like it.” His expression fell.

“No! Oh my gosh, Peter, I love it, I just…I can’t believe you would do all this for me…”

He met your eyes, his voice very serious. “I would do anything for you, (Y/N). I suppose I’ll just have to keep proving that to you.”

It truly was one of the best nights you’d had on Neverland, if not in your life, and sure enough, when midnight hit, Pan made sure he wouldn’t miss out on perhaps the most important New Year’s Eve tradition of all. And he met you under the stars to capture your lips in a sweet, tender kiss.

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hello and welcome back! it’s really nice to hear that you plan on writing again… i’m so excited (°◡°♡) this is not a request per se, i would like to hear your thoughts on our illustrious yan! don giovanna. what sort of characteristic of his darling that caught his interest? perhaps with a short interactions that goes between them?

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yes yes yes 💕 thank you so so much 🥺

TW: Obsession, Isolation.

enjoy ♡

Giorno appreciates all shapes of beauty and considers them to be a blessing: the life of small creatures, the sun and its flowers; and there was the most alluring one: love. he secretly wishes for a taste of these pink tingles and warm feelings of belonging to someone- a tie that he needed the most.

Love has always been a complicated emotion for him. During his childhood, he wasn't able to understand how someone can dedicate their whole souls and offer their precious hearts on a platter for someone, easily and wholeheartedly. however, the strange sensation would become too familiar later on. He doesn't know how and when- but it happened. The don didn't imagine that he'd be mad about someone else.

It didn't take less than a smile for him to fall for you. it was the comely curve of your lips, the way you spilled your words regardless of what you said: so gentle and genial, too innocent for him to comprehend. a simple word from you swelled his heart with Warmth and yearning for something he didn't have- it was love.

The moonlight fell across your features, dazzlingly beautiful as you listened to him; the blood under your skin heating with each soft word the Adonic don lets out.

"Have you ever seen something so beautiful yet you felt like it can't be yours, darling?" he asked, green eyes glinting as he regarded you, waiting for your answer.

You thought for a moment: surely there were lots of pretty things you couldn't have (tangible things to be exact, an answer he obviously didn't wait for) but you ended up replying with a gentle smile"Plenty of things, but I'm used to the idea that I simply can't have everything to myself. this is life, after all"

This is life, after all. Would you have mercy on him if you knew that your smile was the thing in question? it may seem selfish: the desire to take you away from everything and everyone, hold you and never let go of you, build your own world on his dreams and wishes… However, leaving you alone wasn't the best option either.

"The feeling of dread when you can't have it is the worst, tesoro." Strangely enough, you noticed that gray flicker in his eyes…have you hurt him in a way without realizing it?!

"I am beyond blessed to have you understanding me even in my silence, yet at the same time I'm past agonized to not having you see the pain I feel everytime I look at you and can't have you all to myself."

He faintly remembers something his mother had said. It was something about how falling in love was painfully sweet. He was a lonely child, watching his classmates of boys and girls chasing after each other while staying under a shadow. He had always thought that he's not worthy of such close connections and preferred to be alone.

Even after overthrowing the Boss, taking over Passione and Italy as well as being blessed with the treasury of a king at such a young age, Giorno still aspires to live a maudlin experience of romance: the arrow of a first glance, the fever of a first touch and the sweetness of a kiss. None of whoever knew him -or claimed to know him- would recognize that hue of needing to love and hold onto someone; all of his ardency coffined under stoic countenance.

Life never seemed to be so munificent and reverent till now. Not a pearl from his jewelry box, or a single diamond ornament on his fingers or hell- even the empery he owns is nothing compared to the blessing of you. It went so fast that he forgot what was exactly the spark that made him smitten: was it the glamour of your eyes? your balsamic voice? or that pure, merit heart of yours? Giorno couldn't tell, all he was able to confess was his undying love for the enchanting human he was only able to behold.

As much as it is soothing to stare at you from afar, the lingering frustration of not getting your attention nagged at the elegant Don, so was the morbid Jealousy. Would a loving shepherd let their pristine lamb be consumed by the beasts?! no. He couldn't blame you for the eyes you lured; he was himself a bewitched lovelorn, but the way everyone had the freedom to look at you (or worse, interacting with you) was sheerly unacceptable. you had to be owned as soon as possible.

For someone who's well versed in the art of deception and craftiness, naiveté and sincerity were highly treasured as lost traits- good traits that he wanted to see in someone -particularly a lover- who would bask in their guiltless love and clear affection as a source for warmth. and thankfully, you appeared in his life, both as a soulmate and a reminder of the still goodness in this cruel world.

Nights were gruellingly long and cold. Even in a secured paradise of all riches and human wishes, the king found himself missing a counterpart. leading the organization was not a problem (and he wouldn't let you know about what's underneath the surface of this luxurious life, fearing that your feelings for him might shatter from the truth of his business's savagery) but the real issue was the realization that he can't bear all the weight alone. a syrupy 'Ciao Giorno!' was sweeter than any fruit or wine he could easily afford, the feeling of your lips on his was warmer than a ray of sunshine, the loving feeling of your hands was fonder than any of the softest feathers on his coats. thinking of you would escalate to writing so many folders of serenades, but there was one word that abridged your existence to him: amore.

"How much do you love me, Amore mio?"

You grinned, widely opening your arms "this much!".

"And how much do you love me, Gio?"

He didn't answer verbally. Cupping your cheeks mellowly, he sealed your lips with kisses, each one softer and sweller than the other. He knew your weaknesses well: the kisses and touches of his were a tasty philter you savored.

"I can kiss you till your lips bleed"

"Please stay my innocent Amore forever"

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alparlaboratories · 1 year

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Are you perhaps interested in some... Pokefic?

Hello I am here today to be a shitty fic salesman if I may.

Tell me friends, do you like Pokemon? Do you like fics? Do you like fics set in the Pokemon world, more specifically those who take the existing story of a region and expand upon it while adding a whole bunch of shit that (probably) no one asked for but the writer is too off his shits to care?

And MOST IMPORTANTLY, do you like Sinnoh? Some Dawns and Barrys, some Cynthias perhaps? Do you want to experience the story of Platinum from a new perspective now that the remakes disappointed us so greatly?

And, finally… do you like fics that are not only very long (almost a million words long Jesus Christ) but also 100% complete?

In that case, you might be interested in Child of Thorns, my original, cool and sexy Sinnoh adventure fic.

Now, the previous description and accompanying cool-looking cover might have peaked your interest, but you still probably don’t know anything about the fic. Well, here’s a few things that Child of Thorns can offer you:

1) Reasons to read Child of Thorns:

–> Have you ever wondered what Dawn would be like if she were a depressed theater kid who wakes up every day and chooses violence? That’s the protagonist of this story! Her name is Inyssa (Dawn is her last name).

–> Do you like flawed protagonists and coming of age stories? Do you like Pokemon fics where the main characters aren’t 11 years old? Do you like characters with abandonment issues and social anxiety slowly learning to heal over the course of a journey filled with Pokemon, fighting and adventures?

—> Do you like realistic depictions of trauma, mental ilness and complicated family issues without it being overtly grimdark? There’s always gotta be some hope, after all.

–> Have you ever wanted a trainer journey where protagonist and rival travel together, including all the slow burn classics we know and love? What if both of them are bi? What if they’re also super open and affectionate with each other while constantly denying themselves the possibility that they see each other as more than friends?

—> Do you like stories where multiple characters and forces and entities are all struggling for power while those left below must gather together to clear the dark clouds hanging over the horizon?

–> Do you like Pokemon fics where the author fucking loves writing battle scenes while listening to JRPG battle music at full blast and feeling like he’s high on coke? Do you like some good shonen goodness with lots of explosions and pretty lights and cool moves and a protagonist that is utterly terrible at naming attacks and everyone makes fun of her for it?

–> Do you like Cyrus? Team Galactic and its commanders? A Team Galactic who’s not just a bunch of idiots and actually have an understandable motivation? How about Cynthia and her well-intentioned if morally gray personality? There’s lots of that here.

–> How about some cool mythology? Cynthia being Sinnoh’s Lorekeeper and a whole bunch of lore and legends about the lake trio and the humans they used to bond with? What if that started happening again? The answer is in this fic!

Oh shit, look at all these reasons! There’s some more stuff, but I don’t wanna make a grocery list when you could just find it all out for yourself.

Also, I have to ask…. do you like OCs in Pokemon fics? If not…. well, you do you, but if you do, then boy do I have some OCs for you.

2) Cool OCS:

We’ve got Metchi! An ex-Team Galactic grunt who is now determined to oppose both her previous companions and the forces behind Sinnoh’s government as a whole.

She also possesses the fabled cool glowy eyes that all good protagonists must have. If you ask her what said glowy eyes are about, she’ll probably tell you that it’s because she’s trans and that makes her cooler and more anime, but there’s probably something more to it. Read to find out!

We also have Reiko! A league challenger from Kanto who is buff and has a sword she likes to swing around, more often than not to the active detriment of her lofty goals and ideals.

She also has some cool glowiness to her but it’s different from Metchi’s glowiness.

There’s also Percy, Reiko’s boyfriend! If I had to guess he’s probably the richest Kalosian trans man in all of Sinnoh, though unfortunately all that money can’t buy him a way out of his family drama or his inability to not be a bit of an asshole.

Man, those sure are some OCs right there.

3) But don’t take my word for it!

Here’s what readers and reviewers have to say about the story.(Disclaimer: I love all these people and I would and will die for them.)

4) The end or something:

So anyway, if you’re interested in anything of what I’ve listed and if you wanna read a lot of me writing cool battles and political intrigue and a whole bunch of other shit with the cast of Sinnoh and more, feel free to give Child of Thorns a read!!

AO3 (recommended)

Royal Road

FFN

And if you wanna hang out with some pals and see some more CoT art and memes, join us in my discord server! Code is sHey6Tw

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endlesslystarlitskies · 1 year

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Lost and Found- Part 12

A/N: Hello guys, here’s chapter 12! It’s shorter, and I think the next couple of ones are going to be short too, but we’ll see. I’m still trying to figure out how to break the chapters up best. Please let me know what you guys think, and thank you to everyone still following along with this story!

Genre: Horror, Action, Adventure, Romance, Slow-Burn,

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Named Reader (Named but not Described)

Summary: Ella was one of the missing hikers who was kidnapped by the villagers. She narrowly escaped being sacrificed, but her friends weren’t so lucky. Managing to survive out in the woods with her previous skills and knowledge, she runs into Leon, and that meeting begins the longest, most dangerous adventure of her life as she tries to help him save the girl she saw being taken into the church. What will happen along the way? Only one way to find out.

Warnings: Canon typical violence and gore, Death, Murder, Monsters, Suicidal ideations mentioned

Word Count: 3,383

Part 11 Part 13 Story Masterlist

xXx

Ella had been keeping a close eye on Leon, having told him he could rest while she kept a lookout, but he had declined. She hadn’t expected him to say yes, but she wished he had. He probably needed it more than anyone.

“Leon? Ella?” The two turned to see Ashley had finally woken up, sitting up and turning to her. She seemed to have gotten a bit of her strength back, and Ella was relieved she seemed relatively normal.

“Hey, sorry I’m late.” Leon told her, and Ashley shook her head, giving him a small smile.

“No, thank you. You brought the medicine just in time.” She breathed, rubbing her wrists before she threw her legs over the side of the bed and moved to stand. “Where’s Luis?” At the mention of the Spanish man, Ella frowned, having had him on her mind ever since Leon told her the news.

“He was worried about you. . .until the end.” Ashley looked to Leon at that, falling back onto the bed once she processed what he meant. She seemed just at a loss for words as Ella had been, her shoulders sagging a bit as she came to terms with the news. Neither of the girls may have been close to him, but it was a shock to lose him. He deserved to make it out too.

“Come on, we don’t have much time.” Leon stood up, and Ella let out a breath, before doing the same. She knew he was right, but she wished they could rest another few seconds. “Let’s get rid of these things.” Leon told her, holding his hand out, and Ashley took it, letting him help her up.

“For Luis.” She looked at the both of them, and Ella nodded determinedly. They would avenge him, and everyone else these cult bastards hurt.

xXx

Leon had contacted Ada about the location of Luis’ lab, and she gave them a direction to go, once again proving herself helpful. Maybe she couldn’t be fully trusted, but it was clear to Ella that Ada was more friend than enemy.

Ella considered mentioning their small meeting, but decided against it, keeping it to herself. She had no idea what happened between Leon and Ada, but she could guess that whatever it was was very complicated, and she didn’t feel like getting in the middle of it right now. Not only that, but she didn’t really understand what their meeting had meant herself, Ada’s words still confusing her.

Ella snapped out of it as Ashley happily volunteered herself to go over the wall to open the locked door on the other side, eager to get through this as quickly as possible. Ella didn’t complain, as her aching body really could use the break, and once Ashley removed the bar that was blocking their path, they moved forward. To Ella’s delight, the familiar purple flame was just beyond the next unlocked door, it having been a while since she last saw him.

“Well, hello again stranger! Long time no see!” He greeted as Ella walked over to his table, and she had half a mind to jump over it and hug him, but she refrained.

“Hey, it’s good to see you, even if I don’t have any money on me. Or gear for that matter.” She chuckled.

“Oh is that so? Well maybe I found your gear and held onto it for safekeeping?” Ella paused at that, looking at him as if unsure whether he was kidding or not, but he just winked, before putting them on the table in front of her.

“They’re all full up on ammo, and I’ve filled your pouch.” He assured, continuing as Ella picked up her gear, still visibly surprised. “Don’t worry, I’ve taken the initiative and grabbed the money I needed already.” He laughed, and Ella expected nothing less. She had felt practically naked without her gear, so when she put everything in its rightful place, she let out a breath of relief. It felt so much better to have it on her again. She had been scared to go forward without having much to defend herself or Ashley, dreading leaving all the work to Leon, but now she didn’t have to.

“Thank you.” She told him sincerely as she holstered her gun. She knew he was constantly roaming about, but the fact that he had gone out of his way to get her gear back for her still made Ella a little emotional. He really made up for leaving her to fend in the woods for four days, and Ella was grateful for him.

With that, Ella stepped aside to let Leon stock up as well, missing the look he and the Merchant shared.

xXx

Ella had to quickly learn how to handle villagers with military grade weapons, as well as little parasitic creepy crawlers, as they continued on, but nothing could have prepared her for what Leon called the Regenerator.

“Stay back!” He told her after having Ashley hide in a locker. “These things don’t go down easy, and you don’t have the right weapon.” Ella didn’t have to be told twice, finding the monsters more terrifying than the creatures with the razor-sharp claws. Especially when this one had spikes, like a porcupine. Apparently, that was new, because Leon hadn’t been expecting them either. Fortunately, he took care of him with the new rifle he had gotten, Ella thinking the coast was clear- except the thing started to violently shake as the spikes coming out of it grew, her eyes widening.

Leon realized quickly what was happening, and he cursed.

“Ella, find cover!” He shouted, but he knew she wouldn’t move fast enough, running over and grabbing her before diving behind a wall just in time as the spikes shot out from the regenerator's corpse at deadly speeds.

Ella had expected her back to meet solid ground and a large weight to practically crush her, agitating her already injured chest, but instead she found herself lying on top of Leon, who had turned them so he didn’t land on her. She was slightly surprised, and she would never understand how he had such quick reflexes. His arms were around her as they both looked at each other in concern.

“Are you alright?” Leon beat her to it, and she looked at him incredulously.

“Me?! You’re the one who landed on the hard floor.” She pointed out as she sat up, her hand pressing into his chest as she looked over him. Fortunately, none of the spikes seemed to hit him, which was relieving. She would have felt horrible if he had gotten hurt because of her.

“Trust me, I’ve landed on worse.” He mused, sitting up onto his elbows and looking at her expectantly. It was then Ella realized she was straddling him, and she practically jumped up, trying to will away the heat she could feel at her cheeks. Without a word, she held her hand out to offer her help, not missing the amusement in his eyes as he took it. She decided not to comment on it further as that was in her best interests, Ella sure Leon would love nothing more than to make some funny quip about it.

“Thanks.” She mumbled, looking away from him and taking a quiet breath as her embarrassment faded little by little. Leon seemed to decide against teasing her, which helped Ella relax, as that would definitely make it easier to forget that had ever happened.

“Anytime.” The way he said that word made her heart flutter, Ella feeling as though there was more behind it than what was on the surface. She shook the thought from her head, convincing herself she was imagining it and focusing on what was important.

xXx

Ella held off the infected cult members as Ashley kept the bridge up for Leon, who was diverting the power. He ran into another one of those regenerators, and Ella really hoped running into those things wouldn’t become a habit. Especially because she couldn’t really help with them.

Leon fortunately took care of it quickly, and Ella finished off the last of the infected who tried to grab Ashley. She noticed that now that they were no longer in the castle, they didn’t seem intent on killing her, realizing that it really was Ramon who had it out for her. That was fine, as she hadn’t liked him much either. She had assumed he was dead, not giving him much thought now that he was no longer an obstacle.

Once Leon was back, they made their way forward, ending up outside where a large wrecking ball waited for them. The three quickly learned they would need it to get to the lift on the other side of the weakened wall, and Ashley was more than happy to volunteer herself, referencing driver’s ed as her experience. Ella didn’t know how helpful that would be, but considering neither she nor Leon knew anything more about them, there was no harm in letting Ashley have a go at it.

The young girl climbed inside, and Ella was prepared to hold on and stand by the door to guard it so no one could get the bright idea to come after Ashley when the horde inevitably came at the sound of the machine starting up. However, there were many, many infected who showed up, and Ella had to step off and help Leon with them, especially when another big boar man with a hammer showed up.

Ella could handle him this time, using her shotgun and landing three shots on his chest. She doubted he would need more, but she didn’t have to find out as the boar man fell back on one of the many fences lining the edge of the platform they were on, the unstable and ungrounded object falling back as the boar man went with it over the edge. Ella moved to it, looking over to see it was a long fall.

“We definitely don’t have to worry about him anymore.” She chuckled, before feeling someone grab the back of her flannel. Ella stumbled as she was suddenly pulled away from the edge, looking at Leon incredulously, though the man was focused on shooting the infected in front of them.

“You were asking for trouble being that close to the edge,” Was all he said to explain himself, and Ella rolled her eyes, thinking he was just being dramatic.

xXx

Well, he ended up being right.

In Ella’s defense, she hadn’t intentionally found herself near the opening in the fence line again, and she wasn’t even that close, making sure to keep a good distance away from it. Especially when one of those parasites that popped out of the head and had long rope-like tentacles was nearby. Its back was to the opening, so Ella saw her opportunity and kicked it in the chest, sending it stumbling back far enough to slip off the edge as she turned around to focus on what was left. However, one of its tentacles lashed out, catching her in the leg and pulling her with it as she fell forward onto the concrete, dropping her shotgun.

“Leon!” She shouted as she slid backwards at a fast rate, having nothing to grip onto to stop herself.

Leon turned quickly at the panicked shout of his name, seeing Ella being dragged towards the opening, his eyes widening slightly.

Ella watched as he ran towards her, but she didn’t know if he was going to make it as she disappeared over the edge. She tried to grip the concrete, managing to hold on for only a second before the weight of the creature forced her to let go. It was just enough time for Leon to get to the edge, catching her hand in his and grunting at the weight of both her and the infected man as he held on as tightly as he could.

Ella reached up with her other hand, holding onto his wrist for dear life as she tried to kick off the parasite.

Leon had to multitask, shooting the infected still around them with his free hand to keep them from attacking him.

Fortunately, Ashley used the wrecking ball to hit the bulk of them nearby, giving Leon time to focus on Ella. He couldn’t get a good shot at the parasite attached to her foot, as it would swing out of his sight and it was too much of a risk for the bullet to graze Ella. He knew her handgun was in the holster at her waist, leaving them another option.

“I can’t get a good shot. You’ll have to do it.” He told her, needing her to move quickly as he didn’t know how long he could keep the strong grip on her hand.

“I-I can’t!” Her voice was shaking, and he could see the fear clear as day in her eyes, being reminded once more that as much as she tried to put on a brave face and be strong, she was just a civilian with no real training.

“Ella, you have to trust me. I won’t drop you.” He promised her, and she searched his eyes as she tried to push past her fear. She could see the sweat gathering on his forehead, but his expression was assured and unwavering. If he had any doubt that he could hold onto her while she handled the parasite, he didn’t show it, which helped Ella’s fear lesson slightly. “Trust me.” He repeated in a softer voice, and Ella swallowed, nodding.

Despite the very thought of letting go making her heart twist, she took a deep breath, before releasing his wrist. The strain on her shoulder and the bruises on her arm made her wince lightly, but she wasted no time as she reached for her handgun, trying not to think about the very tall drop below her as she aimed at the infected still holding on to her. Her hand was shaking, but she did her best to steady it as much as she could, pulling the trigger. She barely missed and she cursed, her fear threatening to overwhelm her once more as she could practically hear the clock ticking, but she shoved it down and aimed again. This time, she got it in the head, and the thing finally let go. The sudden loss of weight made Ella swing a bit, but Leon’s grip remained strong, the man wasting no time as he pulledl her up onto solid ground.

Once Ella could feel the concrete beneath her, she let out a large breath as she panted softly, willing her racing heart to slow down.

Leon finished off the last of the infected around them, Ashley having gotten through the wall, and he let out a breath of his own as the gun clattered to the ground, both of them taking a minute to calm down.

“What did I-”

“I know.” Ella cut him off, as she didn’t need to hear an ‘I told you so’ right now. She looked up at him, seeing him watching her. There was something behind his eyes, and it took a moment for Ella to place what it was.

Residual panic. He had kept it so well hidden in the moment, but it was visible now, though barely. Ella realized that what had happened had really rattled him, which was something that caught her by surprise. Out of everything that he had faced thus far, this was what broke the usually cool and collected Leon? Ella almost wanted to ask, but she knew better, keeping it to herself. If it had that kind of effect on him, it was probably best she didn’t bring it up, as she could guess it was probably due to some traumatic memory from his past.

“I’m just trying to give you a chance to catch up on the amount of saves I’ve got over you.” She joked instead, earning an unamused look from Leon, the previous emotions fading quickly. In all honesty, it was easy to let go of her curiosity, as she was still trying to come to terms with the fact that she almost died, again. She was really glad Leon was there, and that he had remained so calm, as it was the only reason she found the strength to let go of his wrist. “Thank you though. Again.” She murmured. She realized she was slacking a bit lately, having three near death experiences practically back to back, but she was admittedly exhausted.

She had barely survived in the woods for four days, she was covered in injuries, and they’ve been at this rescue mission for hours. Ella was running on low, and she didn’t know how much more she could take. She knew Leon was exhausted too, seeing him stretch his sore muscles every now and then, but at least he was more trained for situations like this, and was in much better shape than Ella.

“Like I said; anytime. But let’s not make a habit out of this, alright?” He joked, and she managed a small smile in agreement. She definitely wasn’t planning on it, but if she had learned anything, it was that things out here never really went the way they wanted them to.

xXx

Ella leaned back against the railing of the large open elevator as it ascended slowly, enjoying the light breeze against her skin. Her brows were furrowed a bit, her hand holding her right side as it was throbbing slightly from the past hours excitement. She had been breathing shallowly when she could to not agitate the injury, but with how much fighting and running they did, it was practically impossible to keep that up.

“You know, I was thinking. . . “ Ashley started, Ella being brought from her thoughts as she and Leon looked at the young girl. “We work well together, don’t we?” She asked them.

“I guess so.” Was Leon’s dry response, Ella having to hold back a shake of her head. She thought he could have at least sounded a little more enthusiastic and sure of that, but Ashley didn’t seem to mind, just looking at Ella.

“Yeah, we do.” She nodded with a small smile, Ashley’s expression brightening.

“Right?! Maybe someday, I’ll become an agent, like you?” She said that part to Leon, but it made Ella stop and think. She had told Leon she wouldn’t be able to go back to the bakery, which had been true, but it wasn’t all of it. Ella didn’t know if she’d ever be able to go back to her old life, at all. So, what did that mean for her future? Leon’s reveal of Raccoon City had made Ella realize that things like this were happening all over the world. Things she would have never known about if she hadn’t become a victim of one of the instances. Everything that had happened had opened her eyes to the horrors of the world she was previously unaware of, and how it could happen again. Easily. As long as people were power and money hungry, it would happen again. Bio-Organic Weapons would continue to be created and put into the wrong hands.

And now that she was aware of it, how could she just sit by?

Especially after everything that happened to her because of these things? Everything that had happened to Ashley, and Leon, and all the people of Raccoon City? To Alice and Sam and Connor? To all of the villagers, who were once normal people living their normal lives until Saddler came along? She didn’t know if she could.

Ella was snapped out of her thoughts when the lift came to a stop, making her realize she had zoned out for a bit. Looking up at Leon, she was surprised to find him watching her with calculating eyes, and she briefly wondered if he knew what she had been thinking. It was unlikely, and Ella let it go as he looked away from her and towards where they would need to go next, walking that way.

She was quiet for a moment, contemplative again, before she followed after the two.

xXx

“What the hell is the Amber?” Ella found herself asking as they came across a file. It called it “the holy body”, but she didn’t know what that meant. From context clues, she assumed it was what these people worshiped, but she couldn’t be sure of that.

“I don’t know, but maybe destroying it is what will get rid of these things once and for all.” That would be very convenient, and Ella could only hope it would be that simple.

Ella got an answer to her previous question as they continued forward, her eyes widening at the sight of the large rock that seemed to glow as the light hit it. There were little parasites inside that made Ella’s skin crawl, and she was about to ask if they could just blow the thing sky high when the large door to their left opened.

“Prostrate yourselves!” All three of them turned, Ella and Leon drawing their weapons at the person who walked through. Ella’s heart picked up as she immediately recognized the robe and face of the man she had seen only in portraits, both anger and fear swirling within her stomach.

Saddler.

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