#her resilience and dedication to her family

[antiquatedsimmer]

Farewell The Doyle Legacy!

A small compilation dedicated to Eddy & Helena Harrington the founders of my Doyle Legacy♥

Helena Doyle Harrington was a woman of unwavering strength and resilience, She endured hardships from a young age, losing her mother to illness and began selling herself in Finchwick to survive. Yet, she never lost her spirit or her drive to make a better life for herself.

She squatted in a abandoned hunters cabin in the Bramblewoods which ultimately would lead her to meet the owner & her future husband Edward Harrington who had lost everything in the 1893 Silver Panic along with his entire family to Illness.

Helena was a victim of sexual & physical abuse, she was often afraid but Eddy despite coping with the loss of his family prioritized caring for Helena.

Even with Helena's negative reputation while working as a prostitute Eddy showered her with gentle care.

They quickly went from Roommates to lovers and with an unexpected baby on the way they became husband and wife. The pregnancy forced the couple to dive head first into working hard to turn the property into a functioning farm so their family could survive.

the couples wedding was simple and very private.

The couple Maxed out their gardening skills as they raised their children & sold the produce for profit.

Eddy and Helena always wanted the best for their kids and raised them strictly on the life of farming & teaching skills they deemed important for men & women to learn!

Being self sufficient was very important to them & they were confident their children would have a place to raise their own children on the property in the future.

But, as Eddy and Helena's children grew older they found it more difficult each day to keep their goals aligned with their own.

This left a lot of unresolved around the house and ultimately resulted in Eddy & Helena making major life decisions for their children in order to force their lives into the way they thought was best.

Silas was forced into a arranged marriage via ultimatum to ensure he'd take control of the family farm and Lucile was left to hurt own devices with the impression she would be always be taken care of. Lucile was often left alone and her goals were put on the back burner since Silas was the first born meant to shoulder ownership of the property.

After Eddy fell Ill Helena heavily devoted all her time to caring for him which lead to her getting the illness herself.

Eddy and Helena both started to deteriorate from tuberculosis and their care fell heavily upon their children's shoulders.

At this point I could no longer continue playing the save but eventually Helena and Eddy would've passed along side each other as the era entered the 1910's. Eddy and Helena were devoted to one another and worked hard their whole lives to turn an abandoned property far from town into a livable space their children could inherit.

Several times Eddy & Helena went hungry so their children did not.

Farewell Eddy and Helena you will be greatly missed!

#Farewell the Doyle Legacy! #Lucile and Silas are next! #doyle legacy #ts4 #decades challenge #decade challenge #ts4 historical #decades legacy #my beloved founders SIGH #the doyle legacy #eddy Harrington #Edward Harrington #Helena Doyle #helena harrington #Helena Doyle Harrington

[ellstronaut]

Going back to this debate

I know Ellle is a multifaceted individual that much is obvious she’s not one dimensional she has many elements to her personality. Additionally, it’s important to remember that even on the spectrum of masculine and feminine, Ellie isn’t completely one or the other. She exists in some sort of grey area between them, embodying both masculine and feminine traits. She’s not defined by one end of the spectrum, but rather by the interplay of these two extremes.

Yet at times the characterisation of Ellie is laced with internalised misogyny. And highlights the way “masc presenting” lesbians are treated in real life tied down to the “man” in the relationship why is Ellie mostly written as the dominant one especially when coupled with fem reader why do we head canon her as a top when it’s literally canon that she’s a switch? Why is there an infinite amount of “ellie taking care of the reader on her period” scenarios outnumber “Reader taking care of Ellie on her period” Ellie written as tall towering over fem reader and not like she’s literally 5’5

The fact is that there’s a heteronormative slant to the way people write her. Like I said almost never written as a switch, but a top. To some extent been portrayed as tall and dominating, never small or vulnerable. And Santa Barbara Ellie is often sexualized even though she is deeply traumatized and emotionally tormented. The problem is that people are viewing her through male-centric lenses, reducing her to an object of desire rather than a fully fleshed out woman with a complex, nuanced personality which includes many dimensions, some of which may be considered feminine.

There is no specific way to be a “masc lesbian” a woman nor feminine and express your femininity. Nor should that separate her from her womanhood/femininity. in a way it’s her way of showing how feminine she is. maybe not stereotypically through outward appearances, but her general identity. she’s a woman who experiences the same struggles that women do, Obviously she doesn’t waver just on the lines of black and white, she’s all rounded. In between. Grey area. The point I’m trying to make is that she’s all and above, you can be both masc and fem. I would add that Ellie's femininity is often overlooked or even belittled by people who only focus on traits that appeal to them. Not her emotional intelligence, her caring nature, her resilience, her dedication to her loved ones. Fuck she’s also a soft heart and a tender soul. These aspects of her are just as important to her character, she is a whole person ffs, exceptionally fleshed out

So fuck

“the hot wife and her hot boyfriend”

Why not

“The hot wife and her hot wife”

“She’s so boyfriend

Uh

“She’s so girlfriend”

Santa Barbara/Seattle is literally at her most vulnerable, disheveled state that girl is literally plagued with trauma, stuck in a limbo of “do I seek vengeance in the name of losing my family and absolutely everything or stay and suffer in silence (at who’s expense?? Hers) Yet we sexualise tf out of her, the most vulnerable pinnacle of existence—glorified and romanticised bc it’s “hot”

this is not a dig at anyone you’re free to write whatever tf you want bro it’s your platform but pls let’s not bs and pretend as of this doesn’t occur

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #tlouellie #pls feel free to add on this topic

[onlyonetifosi]

It was a warm summer day in the small town of Monte Carlo, where the Leclerc family resided. Charles and Arthur, the two eldest siblings, were already making waves in the world of motorsports. Their passion for racing burned bright, captivating the hearts of fans worldwide. But there was a forgotten ember in the family, YN Leclerc, the youngest sibling, who had always yearned to be a part of that racing world.

From a young age, YN had watched her brothers zoom past in their go-karts, leaving behind trails of dust and dreams. Her heart ached with a desire to be on the track, to feel the adrenaline course through her veins as she chased the checkered flag. However, the Leclerc family couldn't afford to support her aspirations. Racing was an expensive venture, and they had already invested everything in Charles and Arthur's careers.

Undeterred, YN sought solace in the humble surroundings of her father's garage. Amongst the wrenches, oil stains, and the smell of gasoline, a new passion sparked within her. She discovered a natural aptitude for engineering and car mechanics. With unwavering determination, she spent hours studying the intricate workings of engines, dissecting every bolt, and understanding the science behind speed.

As YN's skills grew, she found herself becoming part of her brothers' racing team. While Charles in F1 and Arthur in F2 showcased their driving prowess on the track, YN worked tirelessly behind the scenes. She fine-tuned their cars, ensuring every engine was in optimal condition, and adjusted suspension settings to suit different tracks. Her keen eye for detail allowed her to spot potential issues before they escalated, making her an invaluable asset.

"YN, mon cher, you have an incredible talent," Pascale Leclerc, their maman, said one evening as she watched YN tinker with an engine. "Your father would have been proud of you."

YN looked up, her hands still covered in grease. "Do you really think so, maman?"

Pascale smiled warmly. "Of course, my dear. Your father always believed in you, just as I do. Your brothers are making their mark in the racing world, but you, ma petite, you have the power to leave your own legacy."

Slowly but steadily, YN began to gain recognition for her technical prowess. Fellow engineers and mechanics admired her innate talent and the relentless dedication she brought to the table. She became a mentor to younger enthusiasts, imparting her knowledge and nurturing their passion for cars.

Yet, despite her achievements, YN couldn't escape the shadow of her brothers. She longed to carve out her own identity within the racing community.

One evening, as YN stood in the garage, contemplating her future, Lorenzo Leclerc, Arthur's manager, approached her. "YN, I've been watching you closely," he said in a low, gentle tone. "You're more than just a mechanic. Your understanding of the sport is unparalleled. Have you ever considered becoming a race strategist?"

YN's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and curiosity washing over her. "A race strategist? But I've always been behind the scenes..."

Lorenzo smiled. "Exactly. You've been the unsung hero, the one who ensures everything runs smoothly. Imagine having the power to make split-second decisions that can determine the outcome of a race. You have what it takes, YN."

As the seasons changed and years passed, YN navigated the world of motorsports with grace and resilience. She attended races, observing the tension and excitement of the pits, and strategized race plans alongside her brothers and their team. YN's insights and meticulous preparations became instrumental in their success. Her brothers, recognizing her invaluable contributions, spoke of her achievements with pride, giving her the recognition she deserved.

But amidst the triumphs, there was still a lingering ache in YN's heart. The memory of their father, Hervé Leclerc, haunted her. His passion for racing had been the foundation on which their dreams were built, and his untimely death had left a void in their lives.

One day, while they were all gathered in their family home, reminiscing about their father's love for the sport, YN mustered the courage to speak.

"Maman, Charles, Arthur," she began, her voice laced with emotion. "I miss him. I miss him so much. Every time I step foot in the garage, I can still feel his presence. He believed in me, didn't he?"

Pascale's eyes glistened with tears as she embraced her youngest child. "Yes, my darling. Your father believed in all of you. He saw the fire in your eyes, the same fire that burns within Charles and Arthur. Your path may be different, but you carry his spirit with you."

Charles and Arthur stood on either side of YN, their expressions filled with a mix of understanding and support.

"You've proven yourself time and time again, YN," Charles said, his voice firm yet gentle. "You're not just a mechanic or a strategist. You're our sister, and you're an integral part of our team. We couldn't have come this far without you."

Arthur nodded in agreement. "You've found your own place in the racing world, YN. You've forged a path that's uniquely yours. And we're proud to call you our sister."

Through her journey, YN discovered that her passion for engineering was not just a consolation prize; it was her calling. She found fulfillment in the knowledge that her work played a significant role in her brothers' victories. YN's dream of racing may have taken a detour, but she had found a purpose that was just as exhilarating.

In time, the world began to recognize YN Leclerc as more than just the sister of racing prodigies. She became a respected figure in the motorsports industry, known for her technical brilliance and unwavering determination.

As YN stood on the podium beside her brothers, the roar of the crowd echoing in her ears, she looked out at the sea of faces. In that moment, she realized she had found her own place in the fast-paced, adrenaline-fueled world of racing. YN Leclerc, the unsung hero, had emerged from the shadows and claimed her rightful spot beyond the checkered flag.

And as the Leclerc family celebrated their triumphs, their father's spirit lived on, forever etched in their hearts. For it was through their collective passion and unwavering support for one another that they transcended the limits of the racetrack and found solace in the memories they held dear.

#charles leclerc imagine #f1 imagine #arthur leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #f1 fic #arthur leclerc x sister!reader #charles leclerc #f2 imagine #charles leclerc x sister!reader #arthur leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc

[robfinancialtip]

🎬🎥 Katrina Chiovon talks about her life and career in the entertainment industry. "The Glitch," a comedic science fiction short that Katrina produced and directed, was shown at the Chelsea Film Festival. She's a very talented person. Problems with sound quality and a sound guy contracting COVID during production weren't the only obstacles Katrina overcame; she showed remarkable perseverance and resolve to finish the project.

🛠️🔊Technical difficulties with the sound and the complete loss of all film progress because of an accident in the sound studio were among the many obstacles that the production of "The Glitch" had to overcome. Katrina had an unwavering commitment to her endeavor even though she had periods of frustration and wanted to quit. She stresses the significance of perseverance and creative problem-solving in hardship.

🏠💔As a young girl, Katrina dealt with a lot of upheaval and difficulty at home. Katrina was eventually placed in a foster home due to her family's situation. She loved her mother deeply, but their connection was strained because she couldn't understand her decisions in light of her life.

🎭🌆Katrina always felt a strong pull toward the arts, especially dancing and acting, even as a little girl. When Katrina recalls her love of acting from childhood, she remembers trying out for a role in a Brady Bunch movie. She arrived in New York City at seventeen and a half, seeking opportunities such as modeling for Ralph Lauren and Glamour magazine. Katrina overcame the dangers and difficulties of growing up street-smart and alone in the city.

🌟👼Despite Katrina’s many hardships and disturbing incidents while residing in Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn, she persevered and found solutions. Even though she was aware of the threats she faced, she attributes her survival to gut feelings and, maybe, a guardian angel. She exemplifies the strength and determination to follow one's passions despite challenges. Katrina also sought acting roles, landing parts in films including Vendetta Wounds and The City on the Edge. Her film debut was in Christopher Corulla's Old Secrets No Lies (2010). The picture had its world premiere that year at the Tribeca Film Festival, and it featured the late Vinnie Vella.

💪🙏 Katrina demonstrates the significance of self-belief and resilience in the face of adversity. Her unwavering dedication to filmmaking and the arts propelled her through challenges, culminating in a successful debut at the Chelsea Film Festival. Her inspiring message resonates with aspiring artists and entrepreneurs, urging them to embrace challenges as pathways to growth. Let your determination turn obstacles into stepping stones to realizing your dreams.

#Youtube

[babyyoda234]

Alfred’s extra help

Batfamily x new maid part 1

The past couple years haven't been kind to Alfred. Although, he would never admit it... His years have slowly been catching up with him. After a recent attack on the household, Alfred took it upon himself to hire some extra part time help during the school year. The new help just so happened to be a college band kid in desperate need of money. This is how it went.

Jason:

It was the little things, Jason had decided, that made the family enjoy the extra addition to the household. The faint singing that could be heard three doors down as she made her usual morning rounds. Dusting. Bleaching . Sweeping. It didn't matter what she was doing: music always played in her head. If you were lucky, sometimes you'd get to hear it too.

Alfred:

Monday Mornings were Alfred's favorite. After a long weekend of dealing with super-powered vigilantism, Alfred looked forward to the way she would clock into Wayne Manor with shy grin. It didn't take much prompting to get a play by play of how the Gotham U football game went. The Batfamily had never considered her being targeted by Batman's Rogue Gallery until Halftime was interrupted by the Joker emerging from a comically large birthday cake. When reinforcements arrived, they were shocked to discover the entire Color Guard beating the Joker senseless with their wooden rifles. To any outsider, this would have appeared to be part of the choreography with the way each guard member chanted "5,6,7,8 SLAM DOWN."

Y/N couldn't figure out why Nightwing, Red Hood, and Red Robin had all come to check on her until Monday morning when the door opened to reveal a hallway full of smiling Wayne's. Even Damian couldn't help, but give her a hug... after an intense lecture on how dangerous the Clown Prince of Crime was.

Even more confusing was the way Damien's older brother, Jason, would always end up forgetting something at the manor when she worked. After chatting for a couple hours, she would say her goodbyes and silently acknowledge the fact he left empty handed... again.

Damien:

Damien admired the dedication on display. In the early morning mist when she thought nobody was awake, the wooden rifle would make an appearance. With the kitchen wiped down and the oven on self cleaning, all there was to do was wait. Damien admired her resilience when practicing rifle. Each brutal slap of the wood and metal on skin had to be painful, but she never complained when the bruises littered up and down her forearms. She was radiant. In her element, it was easy to get distracted by the crisp rotations on display. One day, he hoped she would feel comfortable enough to show him a few tricks... until then he enjoyed his early morning performances.

Dick:

Dick had warned her against working for Bruce from the beginning. The Bats mood swings could drain even the sweetest of souls. The relentless pursuit of a better Gotham has always been tainted by the blood of those lost. Bruce Wayne was not always known as the nicest guy to work for. Yet, after years of witnessing the tragedies of Gotham... Dick couldn't help, but notice the way her eyes shone with excitement whenever they would visit a new part of the city. The alley Scarecrow tested his fear toxin for the first time now is littered with book shops, ice cream parlors, diners, etc. In every area seeped with trauma, a fresh perspective forms. The quiet formality that he had grown accustomed to growing up in the Manor faded away. It was a nice change.

Tim:

Tim didn't even notice there was a change in the household until he stumbled into her conversation with Jason for the 3rd time that week. Typically, her shift would have been over at 3pm, but since her classes had been canceled that day she had worked overtime. With Jason's sudden reappearance after months of no contact, Tim took note of the way his older brother's voice deepened ever so slightly whenever she was in the room. Or how during Saturday night patrol they always managed to spot Red Hood "doing business" on a building close enough to the stadium to watch halftime. If anybody questioned it, Jason would have fiercely denied any interest claiming that he was merely "watching out for the Joker".

Tim mostly minded his business whenever she was working. His night life tended to consume most of his waking time, so if he got sleep (big if) he tended to wake up hours after she left. Mostly he appreciated the cute little animals she would make out of the groceries that week. One day, he opened the fridge to a cheese ball that looked like a turkey. Two olives made the eyes and each of the turkeys feathers were made out of crackers. His favorite had to be when she made a Robin out of Bell peppers and Grapes. Tim had left his sketchbook out the night before flipped to that exact drawing. After she had cleaned the kitchen, she left the treat along with a note explaining how beautiful she thought the drawing was.

#Jason todd x color guard reader #jason todd x reader #batfamily x reader #red hood x reader #Dick Grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #batfamily x band kid reader #batfamily fluff #batman #batfamily #batfam #batbros #tim drake #tim drake x reader #dc x reader

[cobaltperun]

Lost (22) - So Far Away

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: To anyone on the outside, and to Tara’s friends, you were Tara’s fierce protector, the MMA fighter who’d take anyone on for Tara. The Guard Dog, as Amber called you. You had no idea you’d have to protect her from people who claimed they loved her. It didn’t matter. As long as you and Tara had one another there was nothing you wouldn’t be able to survive.

Story warnings: Scream violence, family issues, trauma, angst, certain sensitive topics

Word count: 3.8k

Story masterlist / First part / Previous part / Next part

-I have so much to say but you're so far away-

The room he sat in was the last place he’d associate with the woman who owned this apartment. The walls were hidden behind shelves, filled to the brim with books. Books in English, Russian and German, he guessed, ranging from classics to modern literature, from massive encyclopedia to magazines, and there wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere near them. The last time he saw the woman she was fifteen and so stuck in her martial arts training he doubted she ever touched a book. Perhaps he was, as a twelve-year-old in awe of her, simply mistaken. The room had a vintage feel to it, with heavy table in the middle of it, and two tall armchairs on each side. The chandelier above him didn’t seem like it was often used, instead it was there more for aesthetics, instead, he believed the lamp on the table was used for reading during the nights.

There weren’t many people who intimidated him. Sidney Prescott did, with her refusal to be defeated by one of the Ghostfaces despite already being past her prime. Samantha Carpenter did as well, her brutality against Richie Kirsch and his father a year later was frightening. His cousin frightened him even more.

Anya Golubeva lost her title when she fought against you, but she regained it right away and considering you were forced to retire, she reigned supreme for the next three years, until she went and retired, now, at thirty-four, she was still a formidable fighter. She would be the counter to you, a fighter that spent even more time training, a fighter that nearly defeated you, because that match could have gone either way. Thomas made a mistake, he made you angry, he got cocky, she wouldn’t, because she knew exactly what you were capable of.

“So, cousin, what brings you to me?” Anya walked through the door, holding a tray with two cups of coffee. “This far from home?” she sat down, at ease in her home, at ease because there truly wasn’t much that could hurt her.

Cousins… Yet he was nothing like her. Despite his admiration for her, Igor wasn’t a good fighter, he had no talent for martial arts, or sports in general, he didn’t have the dedication needed to overcome the lack of talent either. No, he wasn’t the best fighter, but he had other skills, he was a good hunter, resilient, good with knife and various guns, and, if he could say so himself, he was conventionally good looking, dark hair and blue eyes, in good shape.

“I,” he hunched a bit, making himself seem smaller, trying to remind Anya of how he was as a child. “got into trouble,” he spoke slowly, regretfully, just for a moment glancing up to meet her eyes and then immediately looking down. “With a cult, and now I don’t know how to get out,” there, he said it.

He heard Anya lowering her cup and leaning forward. “What cult?” she sounded more concerned than anything.

Instead of telling her anything, he pulled out the mask with a bear painted on the side. His Ghostface mask.

“Ghostface?” her eyes widened as she watched the mask. “Why? You’re neither young nor stupid?” she demanded, so forcefully he genuinely flinched at her tone.

“I didn’t realize they were serious, I swear! I thought they’d stop after Richie and Amber got killed, but they didn’t! At that point it was too late to back out, they knew me, they’d kill me!” he exclaimed, frantically grabbing the mask and shoving it back into his bag.

“Fine, fine, settle down,” Anya calmed down first, and now she looked more concerned than anything else. “What changed now?”

“If you can help me get rid of one person I can walk away,” knowing how it sounded he quickly raised his hands. “No one will know it was us! Please, it’s either her or me!”

She remained silent, and he just hoped this would work out, that Anya would be willing to hold you back enough for someone to finish you off.

“Who is it?” she asked after several long, dreadful minutes.

“Y/N L/N,” Igor said and her eyes narrowed. For a moment he feared she’d reject him, but instead, she nodded. Perhaps the sting of loss caused resentment toward you.

~X~

No one knew where you were.

No one knew where you were.

No one knew where you were.

Those words repeated in Tara’s mind as she stared at the wall in front of her. She didn’t say a single word since Danny gave in and told her what he knew.

You were gone. No one knew if you were alive, or if you were hurt, or who had you. No… that was obvious. Ghostface had you. She barely registered a glass of milk and a plate filled with pancakes being set down on the coffee table next to her.

“Tara, you need to eat, for your baby if not for yourself,” Danny crouched next to her, likely trying to get her to look at him.

Pancakes. Of course he went with that. It didn’t take long for anyone to find out how often you made them for Tara. They were your comfort meal, a meal she didn’t feel bad to ask for while you were kids, the first meal you made after you two got together, and then again and again, every time exactly how Tara loved them.

Danny knew how to cook, definitely better than Sam, but not as well as you did. She still nodded, picking up the plate and eating more out of obligation to your child than anything else. She barely ate two pancakes when her phone buzzed, signaling she got a message.

Tara frowned and saw it was a photo, and then her eyes widened and she dropped her fork. “Danny!” she yelled, making him run back into the living room.

“What?!” he frantically looked around for an intruder, but Tara just got up and showed him the message she got. It was a photo, of a muscular woman whose face was covered by a Ghostface mask tied to a chair. “Is that Y/N?” his voice wavered a bit, as he spoke what went through Tara’s head when she saw the photo.

A moment later an address popped up and Tara nearly grabbed her jacket right then and there.

“Wait, we need to call Kirby,” Danny grasped Tara’s forearm just firmly enough to keep her from leaving.

“I need to get to Y/N!” she shouted, yanking her arm away from him.

“We don’t know when the photo was taken! It’s an obvious trap, Tara!” he argued back, this time choosing to step between her and the doors.

“I don’t care, she might be there!” she knew she was being unreasonable, that you’d berate her if you knew she was willing to just walk into such an obvious trap, but she knew you’d do the exact same thing.

Luckily, Danny understood her by now. “We’ll go, okay? But we need to call Kirby first, in case we need a back-up,” she could work with that.

So, she sent the photo to Kirby as Danny set up a Zoom call and while they waited for Kirby to join it, Tara just looked at the photo.

Finally, Kirby joined them. “Hey, Tara, Danny. Tara, I’m sorry we kept these things from you,” Kirby opened with that, but Tara shook her head, there’d be time for that conversation later.

“Can you do anything?” Danny asked.

“Not much, but the address does match a warehouse near the harbor,” she said.

“It’s not Y/N,” Tara suddenly declared. “It’s not her, I know it isn’t her,” she knew it, even if three weeks passed, this wasn’t you. Ghostface would taunt her with your face, or at least show a scar so she wouldn’t have any way to doubt it was you. And the woman wasn’t as muscular as you, she was muscular, no doubt about that, but not as much as you. So, no, it wasn’t you.

She was still going to walk right into that warehouse, because there was a chance someone there knew where you were, and she’d never forgive herself if she let this opportunity go. If she had to go alone, she would,

“Tara, listen to me, you’re pregnant, don’t get both of you killed by being reckless,” Kirby told her, but Tara was already getting up.

“Either come and help, or don’t do anything, but I’m not waiting here for someone to tell me what’s going on. You’ve already proven you won’t tell me anything anyway,” she snapped, glaring back at the screen before putting her jacket on and grabbing the biggest knife Danny had.

“Shit! Tara, wait!” she heard Danny running after her, but she didn’t slow down, she just glanced back, saw that he also had a knife and smiled appreciatively at him. “Well,” he shrugged. “I can’t let you go alone,” he said.

~X~

The warehouse was abandoned a long time ago, the windows were broken, glass was everywhere, and there was a lot of dust. So much, in fact, that Tara coughed a few times when they stepped inside. There were a few exits, through the windows, though that would likely be very painful unless they could open the window before jumping through. The doors they just came through and there were two sets of stairs leading to the first floor, that might give them a chance to maneuver if needed.

“There’s nothing here,” Danny said as the two of them looked around, for clues, for any sign of presence, for anything really. All they saw was the chair the person on the photo was tied to. The fact that the chair was whole was just another proof to Tara that you weren’t on the photo. If you were, and if you were untied, you would have fought back, and that chair would have been at least damaged.

They heard them before they saw them. The boots stepping on the shattered glass, steps indicating there were at least two people with them. Tara pulled her knife out and turned around, pointing it toward Ghostfaces.

“Where is Y/N?” she demanded, for the first time coming face to face with the redesigned Ghostface, the robes were the same, the mask was almost the same. These two had animals painted on the side of the mask. One had a bull, the other and elephant. A way to differentiate each other now that there were so many of them. At least the entire cult didn’t come to greet her.

The one with a bull just tilted his head to the side, as if feigning confusion. The two remained silent, slowly approaching her and Danny.

“We’d rather avoid a fight, just tell the lady what she wants to know,” Danny warned them, stepping in front of Tara and she had to admit, he did look imposing, even with two Ghostfaces coming closer and closer.

One of them lunged forward, aiming to stab Danny, but he clashed his own knife against the Ghostface’s blade and closed the distance to land a good punch to the side of Ghostface’s head. Tara’s eyes widened slightly, she knew you and Danny often sparred, but she didn’t realize Danny could hold his own outside of sparring. And he was proving he could hold his own, as he went for the neck with his knife, after all, they needed just one Ghostface alive.

But he stopped, his hand shaking as if he just realized what he was about to do. Tara jumped in, ready to finish the job he clearly couldn’t while the Ghostface was still dazed from the punch. She managed to stab the Ghostface’s chest and stomach, before the other could step in. She pulled away, knowing better than to stay in one place for long as the other Ghostface, the one with the bull painted on the mask pulled his partner back and engaged Danny in combat.

Danny deflected and dodged several stabs, but he struggled to find another opening to land a hit himself. Finally, he got an opportunity to kick the Ghostface away just as the one Tara stabbed was getting ready to jump back in.

“Run!” Danny exclaimed, ushering Tara toward the stairs. They were out in the open, and there was a good chance someone else was in the building with them, so staying in the middle of an open space wasn’t the best option for them. Not right now. And… a small part of both of them, hoped that maybe, just maybe you were held here despite not being on the photo.

Tara took off, running for the stairs with Danny right behind her as the Ghostface duo chased after them. Though risky, the moment Ghostface duo began climbing up the stairs, Danny abruptly stopped and slammed body first into one of them, sending them down the stairs and just barely managing to stay on his feet. He grunted though, and Tara could see the handle of the knife sticking from his side.

“Shit!” she exclaimed and stopped, ready to go back down for him.

“Keep going!” he began running again, pushing through the pain and Tara could see the determination in his eyes. “I’m going to yell at Sam when she comes back. If she was here we could have easily taken these two,” he complained jokingly, mostly to reassure Tara.

Tara nodded, seeing through him, but still appreciating the gesture.

They reached the top of the stairs and realized every door was locked. The only way out was back down, and the Ghostface duo split to cover each side of the stairs.

Tara looked at Danny and then looked toward the Ghostface she stabbed. She’d handle that one. So, they waited as the Ghostface duo began slowly climbing toward them, they stood, back to back, ready to fight the two.

And it ended so quickly Tara barely registered what was happening. Danny took initiative, attacking the one with bull on the mask. He ducked under the blade, grabbed the Ghostface’s leg and pushed him down to the ground, grappling the way you usually did when you were in a rush. This time he didn’t hesitate, and stabbed his knife through the Ghostface’s chest several times.

Tara on the other hand clashed her knife against Ghostface’s, she stepped to the side, slicing quickly and managing to cut through the robe, but not through the flesh of Ghostface’s arm. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw Ghostface swinging his arm toward her head and just barely managed to grab and stop it from hitting her. Thinking fast she lifted her leg, kicking Ghostface between the legs. Ghostface grunted, but didn’t fall to his knees, instead he tried to stab her again.

Tara dodged the blade, but hit the wall and in her daze she couldn’t move out of the way. She could only put her arms between her attacker and her stomach. The knife never came though, as a gasp came from Ghostface in front of her. She opened her eyes and saw a knife sticking out of the Ghostface’s neck, courtesy of Danny. Both Ghostfaces were dead, both killed by Danny.

“Damn,” he took a step back, letting the dead Ghostface fall to the ground. “Guess we’ll have to find clues some other way,” he said making Tara nod.

“Thanks, let’s get out of here,” she wasn’t any closer to finding you, but two enemies were dead.

Danny nodded and the two of them began walking to the doors, carefully watching for any movement.

A loud sound pierced the silence, pierced right through the illusion of safety and Tara’s eyes widened when she saw blood staining Danny’s shirt. She watched in horror as he looked down, shakily touching the red spot just below his chest that was growing larger with every second. “Danny!” Tara cried out, somehow managing to catch him before he fell to the ground. There was too much blood, as hard as she tried, as much as she pressed her palms against the wound she couldn’t stop the bleeding and his breathing was getting shallow. “Stay awake, you hear me! Come on, you need to yell at Sam for leaving, remember?”

He chuckled a bit at that. “I’ll leave that to you,” he said and moved her hands away. “They hit my liver,” the blood, the bullet going through it, the stab wound, Tara just sat back, tears streaming down her face. There was nothing she could do. Even if she could call an ambulance they likely wouldn’t make it in time.

Not that it mattered. Footsteps came from behind her and she turned around just in time to see three Ghostfaces approaching her. Three marks, bear, fish, and monkey, and the one with bear on the mask was carrying the gun.

“Don’t resist, or else,” that voice, the same voice she heard when Amber first attacked her, the same voice that so often haunted her nightmares, she heard it again and this time… instead of pointing a knife at her, the monster pointed a gun at her stomach. “I heard you played a game like this once, only there isn’t an MMA fighter to save you,” Tara narrowed her eyes, but didn’t move.

The Ghostface holding the gun motioned toward her and Danny.

“Let her leave,” Danny demanded with what little strength her had left as he tried to sit up.

“I don’t think so,” one of the other two Ghostfaces said as one grabbed Tara’s arms and pulled them behind her back. She heard the click of handcuffs, felt the cold metal around her wrists and knew there was absolutely nothing she could do.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she knew it was over, she knew exactly what would happen next, she still flinched when she heard Danny yelping as he was slammed back onto the ground and then she heard the knife slicing through his neck.

“There, just like Samantha cut Richie’s throat,” one of them said and Tara dared to look at him, dead, with blood pooling around his body.

~X~

She knew she should have assigned someone to watch over Tara, and now she was gone and Danny was dead. Kirby sat with her head between her hands and photos laid on her table. The Ghostface she was sure was Sam, the tied-up woman she was sure was you, even if Tara denied it, and painted masks, and other photos she had painted a picture she couldn’t understand.

“Tara is right, this isn’t Y/N,” Gale Weathers being there definitely wasn’t helping.

“How are you so sure?” Kirby demanded. They couldn’t see any scars to confirm if it was really you, but there weren’t as many women as muscular as you.

“It’s not her style. If she even suspected this photo would reach Tara she would have given them hell,” Gale gave her a cheeky, though small smile. “Besides, if someone can recognize Y/N underneath all this it would be Tara.”

Kirby had to agree with that. While she wasn’t there when Richie and Amber did their killings, she was very much aware of what you did for Tara, and while she never got to see you actually hurting someone, she did get to see how protective of the younger Carpenter you were. She had the front seats experience when you came into a bar her and Sam were at once to confront Sam. It was civil, but she could feel the tension, the barely restrained anger on both sides.

It was baffling, really, watching you and Sam argue, after years of seeing the two of you getting along. Sam was never as happy as she was at your and Tara’s wedding, and she more than once expressed how much she appreciated your protectiveness over Tara. And then it was like someone snapped their fingers and the relationship fell apart along with Sam.

And now no one knew where you were, Tara was captured, Danny was dead, Chad, Mindy and Anika couldn’t come, or they would not only be in danger but would be able to kiss their careers goodbye and Sam was… likely a Ghostface. How did it all fall apart like this?

Knocking on the door brought her out of her thoughts and she looked up just as Sidney walked in. “Since when does Ghostface try to blow up cars?” she demanded, distraught, filled with panic and almost desperately looking for answers.

“What?” Gale asked, as puzzled by the question as Kirby.

Sidney slumped into one of the chairs and leaned her head back as she dug her fingers into her hair. “He called me, said I’ll never see my family again. I managed to call Mark and get him and my children get out of the car. Less then a minute later the car exploded,” she explained, fury burning in her eyes. “I need to get this fucker before he harms my family.”

Gale approached her and placed a hand on Sidney’s shoulder. “We’ll get them Sid,” she promised and caught Sidney up with the situation. From suspecting Sam, to your situation, to Tara being captured and Danny being killed.

“I want Tara alive as much as you two, but how do we know she was just kidnapped? Why would they keep her alive?” Sidney asked.

Kirby sighed, frankly, she wasn’t entirely sure what the actual reason was, but she had her suspicions. “It’s either Y/N, or Sam that they are afraid of,” that was the core reason.

“If Tara is alive, they can blackmail one or both of them, if they kill Tara, those two won’t let that go,” Gale agreed and took the photo of Ghostface with dog mark. “Guard dog,” how ironic.

“Even if Sam joined them, she’d turn on them if they hurt Tara,” Sidney agreed, now seeing the logic. “We need to find Y/N.”

And that was the plan, because even if they couldn’t count on Sam being sane enough to help them, they could count on you. Especially when you learn that Tara was captured.

Kirby’s phone rang and all three of them nearly jumped out of their skin, but Kirby relaxed when she saw the name of one of her colleagues. “Yes?”

“Special Agent Reed, we identified the number the message came from. It belongs to Samantha Carpenter,” there was no doubt anymore.

Sam was Ghostface.

A/N: Well… people are dying, I wonder who is next… Anyway, recently someone suggested a tag list for Woe out the Storm, so I figured, If I'm making it for that story, I guess I could make it for Lost as well. So, if you want to be on the tag list either send a message, an ask (though I won't answer it if it's just that you want to be on the tag list) or tell me in a reply. (Note that tag list is story specific, so specify which story you want, and yeah, that's about it)

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x female reader #scream #jenna ortega x reader

[south-of-heaven]

Can I request a Rhea Ripley x Sheamus' daughter! reader in which they're recording the video of the nightmare workout, but reader is participating, too?

Nightmare arms || Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary: You join Rhea and your dad on Celtic Warrior Workouts

A/N: Omg I'm posting a fic! Who would've thought???

The gym echoed with the clanging of weights as Rhea prepared for her workout with Sheamus on Celtic Warrior Workouts. You, being Sheamus's daughter as well as Rhea's girlfriend, had the unique opportunity to witness this firsthand. As Rhea geared up for the "nightmare" arm workout, she turned to you with a glint of excitement in her eyes.

"Hey, love, fancy joining us for the workout today?" Rhea asked, a playful grin on her face. "It's not every day we get to put your old man through his paces."

You nodded, eager to share the workout space with both Rhea and your dad. As the cameras started rolling, you and Rhea exchanged a quick glance, a silent agreement that this was going to be a memorable session.

The workout began, and Rhea guided Sheamus through the intense arm routine. The air in the gym filled with a mix of determination and banter as your dad showcased his strength alongside Rhea. You couldn't help but be amazed by the powerhouse duo, each lift and rep showcasing their dedication to their craft.

Between sets, you stepped into frame, showcasing your own workout prowess alongside Rhea and Sheamus. The camaraderie was palpable, laughter echoing through the gym as you shared this unique family experience. Rhea, always the charismatic presence, made the workout enjoyable, even in its grueling intensity.

As the session continued, sweat glistened on your foreheads, and the gym echoed with the clatter of weights. The bond between you, Rhea, and your dad became more than just a workout – it was a moment of shared passion, laughter, and the joy of being a family that embraced the challenges together.

The workout came to an end, the trio visibly tired but satisfied. Sheamus, catching his breath, offered a proud smile, "Not bad, not bad at all."

Rhea, still brimming with energy, threw an arm around your shoulders, "See, love? Your old man's still got it."

The workout session for Celtic Warrior Workouts concluded, but the memories forged in the gym that day lingered. As you watched the finished episode later, you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride, both for your dad's resilience and the incredible woman by your side who made every challenge, even the "nightmare" arm workout, a thrilling adventure.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wwe #wrestling #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley

[sas-soulwriter]

Happy prompts (writing)

And now that i posted some dark prompts,here are some more happy and fluff ones, since we all need a bit of comfort sometimes.

In a world where dreams have the power to come true, a young artist discovers their ability to bring joy to others by turning their imaginative drawings into real-life wonders.

A retired astronaut, who once explored the vastness of space, decides to share their love for the cosmos with a group of enthusiastic kids, sparking an intergenerational bond and inspiring the next generation of explorers.

An elderly couple finds a forgotten box of love letters they wrote to each other during their youth. As they revisit those tender moments, they decide to recreate their first date, reliving the magic of their long-lasting romance.

A small town rallies together to restore a neglected park, turning it into a vibrant community space filled with gardens, art installations, and a sense of togetherness that transforms the entire neighborhood.

A young girl discovers a magical book that transports her into the stories it contains. Along the way, she befriends characters from different tales, learning valuable lessons about empathy, friendship, and courage.

In a world where animals can communicate with humans, a mismatched group of creatures embarks on a quest to bring joy to a lonely girl who recently moved to their neighborhood.

A struggling musician receives an unexpected opportunity to perform on a big stage, thanks to the support of a diverse group of friends who believe in their talent and help make their dreams come true.

A time-traveling grandmother shares heartwarming stories with her grandchildren about her own youth, creating a bond that spans generations and teaches valuable lessons about love, resilience, and family.

A town organizes a surprise celebration for a beloved teacher who is retiring after decades of dedicated service. Former students return to express their gratitude, sharing how the teacher positively influenced their lives.

A scientist invents a device that allows people to experience the happiest moments of their lives in vivid detail. As communities come together to share their joyful memories, the world becomes a more compassionate and understanding place.

#creative writing #writing #writblr #writers block #writing advice #writing community #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing tips #words #writing prompts #story prompts #writing ideas #writing inspiration #story prompt #story ideas #happy prompts

[vlepkaaday]

I was trying to put it here last week, but Tumblr kept failing to upload the progress video for whatever reason... So I'll just post the final thing and if you want to see the video you need to find me on Instagram :D

ANYWAYS here's a sexy pinup Ta'u firewarrior! I decided to reuse the character I did for the Firewarrior energy drink piece. I also reused the same colour scheme but added a bit of red to keep it more eye-catching:)

Born into a military family in the T'au Empire, Shas'la Kaisa defied tradition by pursuing her passion for physical fitness over becoming a Fire Warrior. Spending hours in the gym sculpting her physique, Kaisa became renowned for her impressive strength and agility. T'au Central Command recognized her potential as a symbol of strength and resilience for the Empire, and Kaisa embraced the opportunity.

Her image soon adorned recruitment posters and propaganda broadcasts, inspiring troops with her muscular physique and determined expression. Though she diverged from the path expected of her, Kaisa found a unique way to serve her people. Her unwavering dedication became a testament to the power of determination within the T'au Empire. Despite her deviation from tradition, Kaisa's commitment to fitness and strength served as a powerful reminder of unity and resolve in the face of challenges.

#warhammer40k #digital art #fanart #t'au empire #sexy pinup #pinup tau #fire warrior #t'au

[communistchilchuck]

Ahmed reached out to me to help share his fundraiser. He is urgently trying to raise money to help evacuate his displaced family from Gaza. He has currently made $14,415 out of his $80,000 goal! Please donate, and if you can’t donate, please share!

From Ahmed’s GFM:

Hello everyone, my name is Ahmed Abuzaid I live in Richmond TX I'm fundraising on behalf of our in-laws Al Madhoun family from Gaza. The family from Gaza faced multiple forced evacuations, each more difficult than the last. They walked 17 kilometers from the north to the south of Gaza, surviving bombings and snipers along the way. Upon reaching the Nusirat Camp, they discovered their home had been destroyed by Israeli forces. They found shelter with relatives, lacking basic necessities such as water, food, and clothing, they had nothing but their national IDs and passports.

Al Madhoun family: Khaled Almadhoun (59) is a hypertensive who is currently struggling to afford his life-saving medication. Unfortunately, his medication was lost last month, leaving him without vital treatment especially as he recently underwent a coronary angiography. Elham (56) is a dedicated housewife who selflessly cares for her entire family around the clock. Despite her tireless efforts, she carries the weight of worry for the future on her shoulders. I am highlighting the story of a passionate and ambitious dentist Fatmaalzahra (26), who devoted her skills to serving refugees through UNRWA. Unfortunately, she is now facing unemployment as a result of the catastrophic circumstances. Mahmoud(31) is a devoted employee who has served with Mercy Corps (Gaza Sky Geeks) for over 5 years. Unfortunately, his contract has been interrupted due to the ongoing conflict. Amidst these challenges, his pregnant wife, Wisam (26), is living in constant fear as many hospitals are out of service. They also have a 3-year-old son named Daniel who needs care and protection. Mohammed(33) is a talented graphic designer who has lost his source of income due to the lack of electricity and internet during the conflict. His wife Sally (27) and their young sons, Khaled (6) and Zain (3) have already experienced the devastating impact of multiple conflicts. This family is struggling to make ends meet and provide for their children during these challenging times. Despite multiple evacuations, they continued to face hardships and injuries. With little resources and a desperate will to survive, Fatmaalzahra and her family were forced to evacuate to Deir-Al Balah. During their evacuation, tragedy struck as a neighboring house was brought to the ground, causing Fatmaalzahra to sustain severe injuries to her head, arm, and shoulder from sharp debris. The once-skilled dentist now faced a grim reality as her dominant hand was affected, hindering her ability to perform her work and earn a living. Despite the physical and emotional scars she would carry from that fateful day, Fatmaalzahra refused to give up hope. With determination and resilience, she slowly began to heal from her wounds, knowing that the memories of that traumatic experience would always be a part of her. She emerged from the ashes of destruction, a testament to her strength and unwavering spirit in the face of adversity.

With no time to mourn and nothing left to lose, they are desperately seeking refuge with over 30 individuals in a cramped room that lacks even the most basic necessities. There is no electricity, no water, and no food or medicine available to them, leaving them in a constant struggle for survival. They have lost all hope of finding a safe place within Gaza. Every corner of Gaza is fraught with danger, leaving them with no option but to evacuate to the overcrowded city of Rafah. However, even in Rafah, finding shelter is a challenge as the only available option is unaffordable. People are forced to sleep on the streets in the harsh rainy weather, with children suffering in the freezing temperatures. They are far from their destroyed home, unable to return, and constantly on the move from the North to the South with no safe place to shelter. The situation is dire, and their desperation grows with each passing day.

Despite their already dire circumstances, they have been battling illness for the past three months without access to medical treatment. The pollution, lack of clean water, and scarcity of basic essentials only compound their suffering. With nowhere safe to shelter in Gaza, Almadhoun's family hopes to get out of Gaza legally through the Rafah port. They have registered their name on an exit list. However, with barely any money left they can’t afford to travel to Egypt and start a new life from scratch, the funds from your donations will be used to pay for travel expenses and help them start a new life outside of Gaza, away from the constant danger and uncertainty they have faced. The family is relying on the generosity of others to help them begin a new life and find a place of safety and stability. They have faith in relocating with your generous assistance.

Your donations cover:

-passport fees to renew and issue new ones

-visa paperwork

-Rafah border fees

-document transfers

-necessities (water. food, baby supplies)

-Transportation (buses, trains, taxis)

-Hotels, apartment accommodations

-Food, clothes, shoes, medicine

-School tuitions, uniforms and supplies for children

Your generosity can make a real difference in the lives of these individuals who are in desperate need of help. By contributing, you are providing them with a chance at a brighter future and the opportunity to live in safety and peace. Your support is invaluable and will be greatly appreciated by those who are struggling to survive in the Gaza Strip. Please consider making a donation or sharing their story to help them get the assistance they need. Thank you for your compassion and willingness to make a positive impact on the lives of others.

On behalf of the Almadhoun family, thank you for considering extending a helping hand to this family facing uncertainty and fear. Thank you for being a beacon of hope in times of darkness.

#palestine #free palestine #gaza

[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part 21)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity

Several months later...

Eventually, just over three months had passed since your first doctors' visit together and you were now officially 32 weeks pregnant and glowing. You had just passed your first lot of law school exams with flying colors and settled into your new home quite nicely.

Being on your own no longer bothered you and, even despite his newfound relationship with Amanda, Cillian was there for you when you needed him. 

In fact, he became even more attentive, understanding that your due date was getting closer. 

Much to his girlfriend's dislike, he spent several evenings with you after you finished lectures for the day to help you prepare for the arrival of your daughter.

You were extremely grateful for his support and guidance, especially since you lacked support from your family. Your mother had not spoken to you in six months and neither has your father after he learned what you had done. 

You had never imagined that you would end up having a child by yourself at such a young age, but you were determined to give birth to your little one and raise her to the best of your abilities. However, despite your strength and determination, you couldn't help but yearn for companionship.

At times, you missed having someone to share your life with, and it saddened you that Cillian had fallen for another woman.

But then again, you knew that a relationship between you and him would be impossible. After all, he was more than twice your age and you were certain that, at times, he considered you to be immature. 

As such, you never showed your weaknesses to him nor did you beg for his attention. You weren't clingy at all and wanted to show him that you could do this on your own if you had to, even if it was a struggle.

Being emotionally intelligent though, Cillian knew that you were struggling at times and he respected you for trying to hide those moments.

Unbeknownst to you, he was impressed by your resilience and maturity, even when you felt insecure about your young age and if it wasn't for Amanda, he knew that he would probably keep you company more often. 

Amanda, however, made it difficult for him to visit you more than twice a week and, knowing that she didn't particularly like children, you started to worry about whether she would be supportive of the shared custody arrangement you and Cillian had already agreed upon once your daughter was no longer relying on regular breastfeeding. 

After sharing those concerns with Cillian once three weeks ago though, he assured you that, despite her initial hesitations, Amanda had gradually warmed up to the idea of you giving birth to his child.  According to him, she recognized that there was nothing she could do to prevent it. She had come to terms with the fact that Cillian truly cared for you and that he was dedicated to raising his daughter together with you and yet, she appeared to be uncomfortable whenever he came to visit you at your house.

One evening in particular about two weeks ago, she called him several times when he was with you, making it clear that she wanted him to return home sooner rather than later.

This happened on a weekend where she had decided to stay at his house for a few nights while his son Max was with Danielle and, clearly, she wanted to make the most of the opportunity to spend time with him alone.

She had been particularly vocal during their argument that evening and, although you hadn't heard exactly what had been said, you sensed that she might have used threats to try to manipulate his behavior.

By the time Cillian had returned to his house that night in order to give in to Amanda's demands, he had barely managed to explain himself without upsetting you however.  He knew that he owed you an apology for leaving so abruptly that day, but he was also frustrated with Amanda's controlling behavior.

He had tried to tell you that she was merely worried about the relationship they had built together, but you could hear some resentment in his voice that day, making you wonder whether he regretted his recent life choices.

Then, a week after that, a similar incident occurred again. This time, Cillian had invited you over to his place to celebrate passing your exams with a nice dinner he had ordered from your favorite restaurant. 

However, Amanda had caught wind of his plans and unexpectedly showed up at his house, pretending to be wanting to surprise him just as you were sitting down to eat.

She had walked in wearing a corporate style dress and immediately started acting flirtatious towards Cillian. You had remained composed, but deep down, you felt uneasy about the situation.

"I did not realize you have company," she lied after giving him a rather sickening kiss and, without even bothering to acknowledge you, she glanced at her watch.

"Isn't it past your bedtime Y/N?" Amanda then sneered sarcastically, her eyes narrowing at you in a mockery of friendliness. 

"Funny," you retorted coolly, refusing to let her jibe throw you off kilter while Cillian glared at her somewhat angrily as if to put her into her place. 

"Yeah, I thought it was a good joke. No harm intended," she explained herself, feigning innocence as she slid into the chair opposite to you, crossing her legs seductively. Her gaze traveled provocatively up and down your body before landing back on Cillian. She wore a smug smirk on her lips and your jaw tensed involuntarily in response.

"So, what are you celebrating?" she then wanted to know., her tone dripping with sweetness. "If I may ask," she added, casting a mischievous grin at Cillian whose gaze seemed to grow cold as ice.

"I passed my exam and Cillian was nice enough to invite me over for dinner," you explained calmly, hoping to diffuse the mounting tension.

"Oh great, which subjects?" Amanda asked, feigning interest. "I remember studying law back when you actually had to work hard for good grades," she joked, casting a sidelong glance at Cillian. "Nowadays, there seems to be an influx of law school graduates which indicates to me that, clearly, obtaining a bachelor's degree isn't so hard anymore," she snarked, looking pointedly at you.

"Well," Cillian interjected, growing increasingly irritated with Amanda's provocative banter. "You can say whatever you want but Y/N studied hard and got 92% which I think is a pretty decent achievement," he defended you, his gaze locking onto Amanda's with fire.

"Oh, of course. I am sorry. It is a great achievement, especially in her condition," Amanda conceded grudgingly, her gaze flicking briefly towards your protruding belly before returning to Cillian.

"My condition?" you repeated incredulously, your gaze darting between Amanda and Cillian. "What does my pregancy have to do with my academic success?" you demanded, your voice rising with indignation.

"Oh, I meant no offense," Amanda apologized nonchalantly, her tone belying her true intentions. "After all, you are still quite young and it must be tough balancing studies while going through pregnancy and all," she shrugged, casting a sympathetic glance at you.

"It is impressive that you manage to juggle so much responsibility," she continued to patronize you, her tone implying that she believed the feat unlikely.

"Yeah, you know what, I think I should go," you finally stood up, unable to stand the insinuations anymore. 

"You haven't even touched your food?" Amanda asked suddenly, gesturing to the untouched plate in front of you. 

"I guess my condition made me nauseous now, so I shall give dinner a miss tonight," you responded with a tight smile, gathering your belongings swiftly.

"I'll see you later, Cillian," you added, shooting him a meaningful glance before stepping out of the house.

Outside, the cold winter air hit you like a slap in the face, sending a sharp chill down your spine. Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to hold them back, but you refused to break down. You needed to prove to everyone, including yourself, that you could handle this situation gracefully.

With a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and marched down the driveway, ignoring the painful throbbing in your lower back but, just as you reached Cillian's car, sitting idly in the driveway, you heard a familiar voice from behind. 

"Wait Y/N," Cillian called out, his footsteps echoing loudly against the frost-covered pavement.

"Don't," you mumbled, fighting back tears as you spun around to face him even though you hoped that he wouldn't see you like this. Weak and crying.

The sight of Cillian rushing towards you, lips pinched tightly, filled you with a strange mix of relief and apprehension. "I'm okay," you insisted weakly, wiping away the stray tear that escaped your eye.

"No, you are not," Cillian countered firmly, reaching out to cup your cheeks tenderly. "And you don't have to pretend that everything is alright," he whispered hoarsely, his eyes brimming with concern.

"Let me walk you home at least," he offered, taking your hand into his, his touch comforting.

"You don't have to. It's just a short distance Cillian. I will be fine," you reassured him, noting how close your new house was to his.

"I know," he argued, his grip tightening around your hand. "But I insist on walking you home," he declared adamantly, his gaze holding yours firmly.

"Okay," you relented softly, allowing him to lead you through the crisp, snow-kissed streets.

As you walked side by side, the silence between you grew deafening until Cillian broke it.

"Amanda can be incredibly manipulative," he admitted, his voice quivering with frustration. "But I assure you that she means well," he added hastily, as if sensing your skepticism.

"Is that why she constantly belittles me?" you challenged quietly, your gaze fixated on the icy path beneath your feet. "Because she means well?" you repeated, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

"There might be some jealousy at play here," Cillian sighed ruefully, his grip tightening around your hand. "I don't think Amanda is coping well with the fact that you are having my child," he confided, his gaze boring into yours. "She says that she is okay with it and has accepted it, but I don't necessarily think that this is true," he admitted, his voice trembling slightly.

"Well, she has to learn how to live with it and I think that it will become difficult for all of us, including our daughter, if she cannot cope with this kind of situation," you reasoned pragmatically, trying to distract yourself from the hurtful exchanges earlier.

"I agree," Cillian concurred somberly, his grip tightening around your hand. "But I think that she will come around eventually once she realizes that you are no threat to her," he surmised, his gaze drifting towards the twinkling stars overhead.

"I hope so," you sighed wistfully, your gaze trailing along the icy path. "I only wish for us to get along," you affirmed, your voice laced with sadness.

"I think that you should focus on preparing for Baby Mara's arrival instead of worrying about that," Cillian reassured you, his voice softening. "We will find a way to make things work and I can assure you that Mara will always come first for me. Her and Max, of course," he promised, his gaze meeting yours tenderly.

"I promise I won't leave either of you hanging for a woman," he added earnestly, pulling you into his arms gently.

"I know," you whispered, your heart swelling with gratitude.

"Thank you, Cillian," you murmured, your voice shaking slightly. "Thank you for being there for me," you reiterated, your fingers entwining in his.

"You don't need to thank me, Y/N," he replied sincerely, his embrace tightening around you as you approached your house.

"I am the one who should be thankful that you decided to carry my child," he emphasized, his voice cracking slightly. "Despite everything going on in our lives, you still chose to trust me and I am forever grateful for that," he confessed, his gaze holding yours intensely as you unlocked the door.

"Will you come inside?" you invited him tentatively, hoping that he would accept your offer.

"Not tonight," he declined gently, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. "But. I will be there on Monday night to put together this ridiculous Ikea Cot you bought," he chuckled you, his gaze holding yours tenderly. "I promise," he added, stepping back to allow you to enter.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he whispered huskily, leaving you standing in the doorway, gazing longingly at your retreat. "Sleep well," he murmured, disappearing into the darkness.

To be continued...

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#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy x you #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy fic #cillian murphy fanfic #cillian murphy fanfiction

[many-shades-of-violence]

being part of their crew I Donquixote Family

✢ characters: Donquixote Doflamingo, Corazon, Trafalgar D. Law, Baby 5, Dellinger, Pika, Diamante, Trebol. Giolla, Monsieur Pink

✢ content: slice-off life, mafia dynamics, loss, death, grooming, gaslighting, immorally characters

✢a/n: the continuation for my "being part of their crew"-series. Next up are the Strawhat Pirates.

Impressed by your actions, Doflamingo extended a hand, inviting you to join the crew. He recognized that your fervor to safeguard the youngest member of the crew could be harnessed to shape loyal soldiers, ready to uphold his reign of power.

Beyond your vigilant guardianship over Baby 5 and the other junior members, you embraced the role of an informant, delving deep into the shadows of the Underworld to procure valuable resources for Doflamingo's realm.

The tender yet resilient presence of Corazon became an anchor of support, his brotherly demeanor creating a haven for you. His scruffy yet tender disposition beckoned you into a realm of trust and camaraderie. With a shared love for cigarettes, you often retreated together to concealed corners of Spider Town. Amidst the veil of smoke, you exchanged stories and concerns, finding solace in his soothing presence. Corazon's patient guidance in learning Morse code paved the way for a unique means of communication—an unspoken language that became your secret conduit for sharing thoughts, emotions, and even stolen moments of levity.

Your connection with Doflamingo, though intricate, was marked by a shared ambition and the complexities of loyalty. Your allegiance to the Warlord manifested as unwavering dedication to his cause. As you delivered crucial intelligence to him, your strategic acumen proved invaluable in realizing his ambitions, fostering a sense of trust between you. His ability to draw you into a world of power and intrigue was both captivating and unsettling, a testament to the intricate tapestry of emotions he stirred.

As your bond with Corazon deepened, it introduced layers of conflict to your relationship with Doflamingo. The tension between your attachment to Corazon and your loyalty to Doflamingo created a dynamic that tested your resolve and blurred the lines between duty and desire.

Your rapport with Trebol, Pika, and Diamante often pivoted around cutting banter and sardonic repartee. Despite the trio's lack of moral grounding, their unwavering loyalty to the crew made it easy for you to look away, even in the face of their cold-blooded actions.

From time to time, you found yourself at the mercy of Monsieur Pink and Giolla's dress-up tendencies, amusing the whole crew with their fashion experiments on you.

During combat training with Baby 5, you witnessed the astonishing versatility of her body as she transformed it into an array of formidable weapons. Her tokens of affection, occasionally bordering on excess, were as unconventional as her affections, underscoring her profound regard for you since the day you saved her life.

Law's entry into the crew brought an unexpected shift to your daily life. The palpable aura of a young boy burdened by his hatred for the world and the specter of impending mortality resonated deeply with you. Your initial attempts at camaraderie saw you treading carefully, almost mirroring Corazon's fate of a knife to the back. However, your willingness to listen and offer a space for Law to share his concerns inspired confidence in his eventual integration within the crew.

The tragic demise of Corazon at the hands of his own brother cast ripples across your allegiance. Depending on your loyalty to Doflamingo and your evolving understanding of the family's dynamics, you faced the pivotal choice of persevering alongside them, marked by a pang of regret for Corazon's unfortunate trajectory, or extricating yourself from the family's grasp. Years later, you'd find yourself collaborating with Law to orchestrate a complex plot aimed at dismantling Doflamingo's rule, reflecting your resilience and strategic acumen.

#one piece #op #corazon #one piece x reader #donquixote corazon #doflamingo #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote brothers #baby 5 #dellinger #buffalo #diamante #trebol #pika #donquixote family #monsieur pink #giolla #my stuff #writing

[its-all-or-nothing94]

Formula 1 / MotoGP Fusion - Prologue (Prestory)

Summary: You are the first female MotoGP rider ever. You race for KTM Factory Racing, leaving Jack Miller your teammate, and one of your main sponsors is Red Bull. You grew up with most of the riders but your best friend is the multiple MotoGP Champion Marc Marquez. After your horrific crash the year before, you are ready to start the new season and probably a new love?

A/N: This is my first Social Media Story, so please go easy on me :) It's a mix between "Breaking News", Instagram posts, Twitter reactions and Insta-Stories :) My OC in this story is Jamie Murphy and she is the first woman to accomplish to drive in MotoGP. It was easier to have a face for this ;) Oh and this is like the "Pre-Story".

Ship: Not telling yet (Marc Marquez, Carlos Sainz or Charles Leclerc)

Warnings: Major accident

Terrifying Crash Shakes MotoGP World: Y/N Y/L/N Hospitalized After Horror Accident at Silverstone!

August 7, 2022

In a Heart-Stopping Moment, Y/L/N's Life Hangs in the Balance as Fans Pray for Her Recovery

Breaking News: In a shocking turn of events at the Silverstone race, Y/N Y/L/N, the trailblazing MotoGP rider, has suffered a horrific accident that left her unconscious and in critical condition. The accident, which occurred during a high-speed collision, has sent shockwaves through the racing community and has fans anxiously awaiting updates on her condition.

Eyewitnesses report that Y/L/N's motorcycle made contact with another rider's bike, causing her to lose control and crash violently. The impact was so severe that a part of her motorcycle became lodged in the side of her stomach, resulting in immediate medical intervention.

Emergency medical teams quickly arrived at the scene, providing urgent assistance to Y/L/N. Due to the severity of her injuries, she was airlifted to a nearby hospital, where she underwent emergency surgery. Medical experts worked tirelessly to remove the foreign object and repair the damage caused.

Further examination revealed that Y/L/N also sustained a small fracture in her neck, requiring additional surgery to ensure her long-term well-being. Despite the complexity of the procedures, the medical team remains optimistic about her recovery.

Y/L/N's condition is currently listed as stable, and she is being closely monitored in the intensive care unit. Her family, friends, and fans around the world have rallied together, sending their thoughts, prayers, and well-wishes for her swift recovery.

The racing community has been deeply affected by this harrowing incident, with fellow riders expressing their concern and support for Y/L/N and her family. The accident serves as a stark reminder of the dangers faced by these incredible athletes every time they take to the track. 

As the MotoGP world awaits further updates on Y/N Y/L/N's condition, one thing is certain: her strength and determination will undoubtedly play a crucial role in her recovery. Fans worldwide join together in sending their love, hoping to witness her triumphant return to the sport that she has dedicated her life to. 

Stay tuned for more updates on Y/N Y/L/N's condition as her fight to recover from this terrifying accident continues.

🌟 Inspirational Comeback: Y/N Y/L/N on the Road to Recovery After Terrifying Crash 🏍️💥💪

October 10, 2022

✨ Defying the Odds: Y/L/N's Remarkable Progress Amazes Doctors as She Embarks on Rehabilitation Journey 🏥⚡🏋️

Breaking News: In a stunning display of resilience and determination, MotoGP rider Y/N Y/L/N continues her remarkable recovery following a horrifying crash at Silverstone. While the road to recovery has been challenging, Y/L/N's strength and unwavering spirit have astounded medical professionals, providing hope for her return to the track in the near future. 💪🏁

After undergoing multiple surgeries to address the injuries sustained in the accident, Y/L/N's progress has been remarkable. Doctors have confirmed that she will not suffer any long-term injuries, a testament to her strength and the excellent medical care she received. Visible on her neck is a bulging scar, a reminder of the ordeal she endured, and it is believed that a scar on her stomach serves as evidence of the motorcycle part that became embedded in her side, narrowly avoiding potentially life-threatening damage to her lung. 😱💉

Y/L/N's recovery journey now enters the rehabilitation phase, where she will undergo intensive therapy and training to regain her strength and mobility. Physiotherapists and specialists will work closely with her to ensure a safe and efficient return to her athletic peak. 💪💙

While the road to recovery will require time and patience, Y/L/N remains optimistic and focused on her ultimate goal: returning to the MotoGP World Championship. However, it has been confirmed that she will not be able to compete in this year's championship, prioritizing her health and well-being above all else. 🏆🏍️❤️

Fans around the world have rallied behind Y/L/N, flooding social media with messages of support and encouragement. The outpouring of love and admiration for her bravery and determination has been overwhelming, reaffirming her status as an inspiration to many. 🌍💕

Y/L/N's journey serves as a powerful reminder of the risks that professional athletes face and the strength required to overcome adversity. Her story resonates not only with the racing community but with individuals worldwide who have been touched by her tenacity and courage. 🌟🙌

As Y/N Y/L/N continues her rehabilitation, the entire MotoGP community eagerly awaits her return. Her absence from this year's championship only intensifies the anticipation for her comeback, as fans eagerly anticipate the day when she will once again grace the track with her unparalleled skills. 🏍️🎉

Stay tuned for further updates on Y/N Y/L/N's rehabilitation progress and the inspiring journey that lies ahead for this extraordinary MotoGP athlete. 📣💪✨

🏍️ Revving Back to Life: Y/N Y/L/N Returns to the Track with Unstoppable Determination! 💪🌟

December 12, 2022

💥 An Unbreakable Bond: Miller and Marquez Stand Strong as Y/L/N Embarks on her Thrilling Comeback! 🤝❤️

Breaking News: In a triumphant display of resilience and unwavering determination, MotoGP sensation Y/N Y/L/N has made her highly anticipated return to the track after months of intense rehabilitation and hard work. With the support of her teammate Jack Miller and her best friend Marc Marquez, Y/L/N is proving that nothing can keep her away from her passion for racing. 🏁🔥 

Witnesses have spotted Y/L/N spending an increasing amount of time at the KTM headquarters in Munderfing, Austria, immersing herself in the world of motorsport once again. With each passing day, her dedication and commitment to her craft become more evident. 💪🏆

The heartwarming sight of Y/L/N back on a test track, straddling her bike, has ignited excitement and joy within the racing community. Her infectious enthusiasm and indomitable spirit have not only inspired fans but have also captivated her teammate Jack Miller, who has been a pillar of support throughout her recovery journey. Miller's unwavering presence by Y/L/N's side speaks volumes about their unbreakable bond and the camaraderie shared among teammates. 🏍️🤝❤️

Furthermore, the ever-supportive Marc Marquez has stood shoulder to shoulder with Y/L/N, offering encouragement and guidance as she regains her racing form. Marquez's own remarkable journey of triumph over adversity has uniquely positioned him to empathize with Y/L/N's challenges, making their friendship even more profound and inspiring. 🌟🙌

As Y/L/N continues her training and testing on the track, her presence is a powerful reminder of the indomitable spirit of athletes and their ability to overcome any obstacle. The racing world eagerly awaits her official return to competition, where she will once again showcase her extraordinary skills and tenacity. 🌍💨

Stay tuned for more updates on Y/N Y/L/N's remarkable comeback, as she proves that setbacks are merely fuel for her relentless pursuit of greatness. With Miller and Marquez by her side, the future looks brighter than ever for this remarkable MotoGP star. 🌟🚀💥

Next Part >>

#MotoGP x Formula 1 #MotoGP #Formula 1 #Formula 1 x oc #Formula 1 x reader #MotoGP x reader #MotoGP x OC #Marc Marquez x Reader #Carlos Sainz x Reader #Charles Leclerc x Reader

[vampireimiko]

dms are being funky! so the plot-

(platonic family disabled sick reader

a platonic invincible (greyson) family where as the reader is the youngest and was born sick and spent their life in and out of hospitals nolan dotes on his youngest and mark tried to do anything for his younger sibling (just a bunch of angst)

i totally understand if you aren’t comfortable writing for disabled readers)

Disabled! Reader x (Platonic) Grayson Family

warnings, just angsty!!

note, i have never written for disabled readers before, so therefore if anything in this is insensitive or offensive, please let me know and i'll be sure to fix it :)

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Growing up proved to be an endless cycle of hospital visits, medication schedules, and missed opportunities. Each passing day etched the realization deeper into your consciousness that you were different from your brother, Mark, whose growing Viltrumite powers starkly contrasted your fragile health. The longing to experience a fraction of normalcy gnawed at your core.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° When Nolan found out you were born the way you were, he was scared. You would be considered weak in most people's eyes and instead of having two super powered viltrumite children, he had one. This obviously caused a rift in the relationship between you two, during your early stages of life.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° It unfortunately took Nolan quite a while to see past your disability and see you for yourself, and once he did the relationship between the both of you got increasingly better. He spoiled you at any chance he got.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Nolan's unwavering devotion became both a solace and a burden. His constant attention, hovering like a protective shadow, amplified the weight of your condition. It felt suffocating, as if your illness was the centerpiece of every conversation, every plan made, and every fleeting moment of joy.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Mark's attempts to bridge the gap between your worlds often straddled a thin line between genuine care and frustrating pity. His earnest efforts, while commendable, served as a stark reminder of the divide between the robustness of his abilities and your confinement to a wheelchair.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Despite all of that, Mark still tried his very best to spend time with you. Taking you out on siblings dates, whether it be to dinner, the bookstore, or just somewhere you've been really dying to go. He'd try to do this about 3 times a month, if his life let him. Those moments, brief as they were, formed the cornerstone of your happiness.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Nolan tried his best with you. Spending time with you was very hard to do, considering he could be needed anywhere around the world at any given time. The time he did spend with you were often marked by a tinge of sadness, an attempt to compensate for the absence caused by his global and sometimes space responsibilities. Yet, even in those short moments, his love for you was palpable, his presence a reassurance of the unwavering bond despite the circumstances that kept him away.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° As for Debbie, your mom, she made sure to be there for you through everything. Every single doctors appointment, staying up late for you during the most difficult nights, and offering her unconditional support and her shoulder for you whenever the days got too harsh on you. Her love was the sturdy foundation upon which you built your resilience.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Her sacrifices went unnoticed by many, yet her enduring love was felt in every tender embrace, in every whispered assurance, and in every sacrifice she made to ensure your comfort and well-being. Her quiet acts of love and selflessness formed the backbone of your journey, instilling within you a sense of hope and fortitude to face each new day.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Despite all of the challenges you faced, your whole family cared so deeply about you, each member contributing their unique love and support, forming an unshakable fortress of compassion and unwavering dedication around you.

additional note ! this is literal ass

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

#spirits works 🤍 #invincible x reader #invincible #x reader #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #invincible x gender neutral reader #disabled!reader

[hanafubukki]

Loving the OT3 writing so much 🥰

If I may,how would the boys (+ Mel) react to reader having tattoos? (Feel free to ignore, just curious & thought I’d share an idea!)

I would like you to Imagine a reader getting/ having tattoos inspired by them, e.g. flowers representing everyone that just cascades over the readers skin as their family grows

Or potentially more straight forward options e.g. bat for Lilia/ mini dragons for mal + his mama… ( magic infused tattoos!! Like Lilia’s bat would just move and reappear in random spots) not sure why, but a bear for dawn-ie or/ and silver, silvers as a bear tattoo?

-🍭

[Masterlist]

Hello 🍭 Anonie 🌺🌻

Thank you so much for loving the OT3 writing, it always warms my heart to hear people loving them. ☺️💚🫶

This is a rather interesting ask. I don’t have any tattoos, but I have experience with henna and temporary tattoos so I’m going to mix my experience with that with this ask.

I love the idea of magical tattoos especially because of the potential of what you could do with them. Personally, I love the idea because it shows how dedicated you are to something/someone to have it etched on your body (potentially forever).

Tattoos:

Maleanor Draconia: Her tattoo would be a rose. To represent not only how resilient she is but also how beautiful.

Levan Draconia: Would be the thorns of the rose, the protector. Or we can also go with lavender to compliment the rose, especially since lavender is known as silence, grace, devotion and calmness.

Malleus: I love the idea of a mini dragon that’s entwined with the flowers of his parents and gets “visits” from the animal tattoos such as Lilia’s bats or Silver’s doves or he’s curled up around them.

Lilia: Would be a bat tattoo but I’m also partial to it being combined with a crescent moon and stars. The bat would fly across the skin as if to look over its loved ones. It would settle on your heart and on your neck, marking you as taken.

Dawn: A stag, because they symbolize devotion, loyalty, nobility, leadership, and much more. They symbolize moving forward and intuition. It fits him so well. I can see the bats and doves landing on him and the stag sleeping next to the dragon.

Silver: His would be a dove or squirrels, especially since those are the animals that seemed to stay with him always. The doves can fly with the bats and land on the dragon. A bear would be wonderful for him as well, given how they hibernate, and despite how big they are, they can be cute. Bears also symbolize courage and protection.

Sebek: While a crocodile would fit sebek beautifully, I think maybe a wolf or a dog would be great too. Seeing how loyal and protective he is. How loving and passionate.

How big said tattoos are depends on the person. Personally, I love tiny ones. But I know there’s tattoos that can range in various sizes. ☺️🌺

#answered #anonie ask #🌺🍭anon🌺 #twst silver #lilia vanrouge #twst knight of dawn #sebek zigvolt #malleus draconia #meleanor draconia #levan draconia #twst knight of dawn x reader x lilia vanrouge

[mothmanwarble]

In the Kaos’ Kastle level in Skylanders: Giants, there’s a hidden area called the Forgotten Sepulchre, and it can only be reached by falling through the floor in the Pushblock Challenge room as a Giant.

In the Forgotten Sepulchre is this hat:

…A princess hat.

A princess hat surrounded by—or rather, buried with—piles of bones in a long forgotten sepulchre beneath the castle that cannot be reached by regular means. It’s suggested that not even Kaos knows it’s there.

I often think about how one of the entries in Book of Kaos mentions Kaos allegedly having brothers. Perhaps he has other siblings.

Perhaps he had other siblings.

I often think about Kaossandra’s diary entires in the same book, in which she writes about the many times she’d cruelly lock up her young son in the castle’s dungeon for days on end, all because she considered him to be irritatingly inept at magic. I think about the Kaos Clan’s unfathomably long legacy of evil and the immense pride they have in their reputation as powerful wielders of dark magic. Anyone they deem weak is swiftly punished. Perhaps much worse.

Kaos ultimately proved himself to be both powerful and ridiculously resilient. But what about the previous children, of which I am sure there were several? The children that…weren’t as resilient. The children deemed weak and useless.

I often think about this royal family of Dark Portal Masters and their twisted dedication to ensuring that their family remains powerful by any means necessary.

I often think about the Forgotten Sepulchre and all those bones. I often think about the little green princess hat that no doubt belonged to someone.

I often think about this princess that Kaos never got to meet. The sister he never knew he had.

#whissu rambles #skylanders #skylanders giants #kaos skylanders #(sort of. this is mainly meant to be about sepulchre princess because she makes me impossibly sad) #implied child death tw #child abuse tw #heavy topics i’m so sorry #on my last replay of giants this room just blindsided me with the horrific implications #i’m thinking about posting a design for the princess on my art blog soon #edit: it’s been posted B) #i promise i don’t just talk about grim skylanders lore i Promise i have fun here