#hopefully the plants do okay lmao

[toomuchsky]

had another good day!! bought plants, repotted plants for the first time in like two years the poor things were sooooo root bound, and then went dancing!

#don't look at me #hopefully the plants do okay lmao #my balcony looks so cute now tho i will say

[mello-jello]

what are your hobbies, mrs. jello?

Staring off into space and disassociating 👌

#ask jello #what are hobbies #okay my real answer is I've been working since I was 15 and never had time to develope hobbies #I want to do so much #i've been learning to draw as you know #i want to take piano lessions #i want to start a house plant army #need a house first tho lmao #i want to hike #i haven't been skiing in 15 years like what the hell happened there? #hopefully my knees can still take it #and I like cooking so very much #been working and saving for a house but once that's done all my major life expenses are taken care of #and I can slow down and take care of me #anywayssss

[themidnightghoul]

Midnight in the Garden

Mountain is working in his greenhouse to decompress at the end of a long day and gets a visit from a very much in pain Rain. Of course he’s going to help his Water Lily, hopefully in more than one way.

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2584 CW: Drug use for pain relief

Author Note: My writing has gotten much better since this (it was my first Ghost fic don’t judge me too hard for how bad it is lmao I was so new in the fandom when I wrote this) but in celebration of Mountain March, I’m bringing this back! Chronic pain Rain is my eternal HC so this means a lot to me and I hope you enjoy okay bye!

Read on AO3 or below!

After a long day of practice and dealing with his chaotic Ghoul pack, there was nothing Mountain enjoyed more than being in his greenhouses with his plants. It was his natural habitat, where he thrived most. Getting to dig his fingers into the soil and help his beautiful plant babies grow was nothing short of satisfying and it always made him feel good.

He walked up and down the aisles, fingers gently grazing the leaves and buds on each plant. This was his special greenhouse that he normally had to keep locked up because Swiss and Dew wouldn’t stop breaking in. Mountain was incredibly organized and noticed fairly quickly when the satchels he had made had started shrinking in number. And it didn’t take a genius to figure out just which of the Ghouls was behind it when he saw Swiss and Dew in the common area munching on chips and sweets while watching cartoons, giggling about absolutely nothing. He got a lock the next day, much to their dismay.

As he was checking on the small batches drying out on one of the tables, he heard the door to the greenhouse open and close. Without turning around, he spoke. “If you’re in here to steal some of my stash, I would much rather you just ask.” He picked up a container and inhaled, satisfied with how aromatic it was as it dried out.

“I’m not going to swipe anything, Mounty.” A small laugh made Mountain’s heart skip a beat and he turned around immediately.

“Rain.” A smile broke out across his face and his tail swished happily behind him. He quickly made his way over to his Water Ghoul, taking him into his arms and hugging him tightly.

“Oof, hey, Mounty. Go easy on me, yeah?” Rain tensed up and immediately Mountain stepped back with his arms on Rain’s shoulders, a look of concern on his face.

“What's wrong? What happened? Are you okay? What do you need? How can I help? Do I need to kill someo-”

Rain laughed and put his finger over Mountain’s mouth, shushing him. “Mounty it’s okay, take a breath.” He moved his hand to Mountain’s cheek and brushed it gently with his fingertips. “Just a pain flare up, that’s all it is.”

Mountain’s brow furrowed, taking in Rain’s current state as best he could. He noticed how tense he was, how slowly he moved, how his tail was basically hanging limply on the ground, and he was wearing sweatpants and one of Mountain’s shirts which were the clothes he found comforting when he wasn't feeling well. Gently, he took Rain’s hand, walked him over to the sofa at the back of the greenhouse, and sat him down. He moved to the cabinets and located the container that held the strain he grew for chronic pain management, something that had become increasingly necessary over the years. The bodies the Ghouls occupied tended to be fragile things, and sometimes they reached their limits which caused pain flares. Mountain worked long and hard creating his own strain of weed that was able to help those flares and he was quite proud of his progress.

“Mounty don’t worry about it, I’ll be fine.” Now that Mountain had been made aware of it, he couldn't ignore the strain in Rain’s voice. It must have been a rough flare for him and that made Mountain work even faster, determined to help his love feel better.

He grabbed the container he was looking for and a grinder, picking out a handful and crushing it up to roll into several joints for Rain. He worked quickly and brought both a handful of freshly rolled joints and lighter over to Rain in just a few minutes. “Open,” his voice was low and focused, and when Rain immediately parted his lips for him, he smiled. “Good boy.” He popped the joint in between Rain’s lips, noting the blush that spread across his light blue skin, and handed him the lighter.

Rain lit the end of the joint, inhaled deeply and held the smoke in his lungs for a moment, before exhaling and dropping his head back on the sofa cushions. “Thanks, Mounty.” His voice was soft and small and Mountain’s heart ached for his Ghoul. This was really all he could do to help take away the pain but it was something he would do a million times over.

He sat down on the sofa next to Rain, carefully so as not to jostle him and potentially cause him more pain, and gently put his hand on his knee. “I’m sorry.” Mountain hated that there wasn’t more he could do for Rain.

Rain inhaled, held, and exhaled again and smiled softly. “Why are you apologizing?” He held the burning joint between his fingers up in the air. “This helps. I just…I hate bothering you for it. I feel like I should have a hold on this shit by now but…” he trailed off, his voice sad.

“Rainy, no. Don’t ever feel like you’re bothering me. I'm just sorry there isn't more I can do for you, love.” He scooted closer, just wanting to be close to his Water Ghoul. When Rain leaned his head on Mountain’s arm, he felt his heart skip a beat again. There had always been something about Rain that made him feel…different. Sure, the Ghouls shared everything, including each other, and no one was truly exclusive, but the entire pack knew that Mountain and Rain were something special.

Another inhale, hold, and exhale, and Mountain could actually feel Rain’s body finally release any tension it was holding in. Rain lifted his hand with the joint in it up to Mountain, silently offering him a hit, but Mountain simply chuckled and gently pushed his hand away.

“Mounty, you should at least have one tiny hit.” Rain’s voice sounded much calmer than it was previously, the effects of the weed finally taking hold. “For me?” With those two words, he moved his head down to Mountain’s lap, looking up at him with his gorgeous sea glass blue eyes that Mountain could not resist even if he wanted to. He would do anything for his Water Ghoul, no matter what he asked.

“Just one.” Mountain couldn’t hide the smile that broke out across his face when Rain sat up excitedly, his tail perked up behind him. He expected him to simply hand him the joint, but was caught off guard when he sat up on his knees and then swung one leg across Mountain, sitting down on his lap. Rain smirked, inhaling and holding the smoke in, and then he leaned forward with his hands on either side of Mountain’s face and kissed him, blowing the smoke into Mountain's mouth as he did.

It was like Mountain’s entire brain shut down all at once. He inhaled, looking into Rain’s eyes the entire time as he held it in, and then tilted his head back to exhale the smoke slowly. Rain laughed softly, leaning in against Mountain’s lips and whispering, “See? Not so bad, hmm?” He planted a quick kiss before leaning back to finish off the joint, and Mountain pulled him right back as soon as he inhaled, kissing him again and inhaling the smoke once more. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done this before, but something about this moment between the two of them in his greenhouse made it different.

Mountain placed his hands gently on Rain’s waist, doing his best not to put any pressure on him until he was certain he was feeling better. “Water Lily…” He wanted to touch him, put his hands everywhere, but he was hesitant.

Rain’s eyes were hazed and he had the goofiest smile on his face, making Mountain’s heart twinge with love even more. “Yes, Mounty?” His voice was a whisper but there was a hint of desire hidden underneath his words that went straight to Mountain’s brain. Rain sat up, his knees still on either side of Mountain’s body, and leaned in towards him, gently kissing his neck.

Mountain cleared his throat, hands still resting on Rain’s tiny waist. “Do you…ahem…do you want another one?” He reached over to the table, grabbing another joint and putting it between Rain’s soft lips again, trying his best to avoid thinking about kissing him. That wasn't why Rain came to see him tonight.

But it didn't help that Rain lit the joint, inhaled, and went straight back to Mountain’s lips.

It didn't help that he rolled his hips as he moved, deliberately slow, making the exhale from Mountain slow and shaky.

It didn’t help that he looked at Mountain like he was ready to absolutely devour every bit of him.

“Fuck it.” He threw his hands on either side of Rain’s face, crashing against his lips like he was the air he needed to breathe. A whimper from the Water Ghoul sent shivers up Mountain’s spine and he groaned, moving one arm around his waist and pulling him closer, desperate to feel his body against him. Rain put the joint in the ashtray on the table next to them and started to unbutton Mountain’s shirt, running his claws up and down the skin he exposed with each pop of a button. Every touch was like lightning, sending tingles up and down his skin.

Rain was smiling against Mountain’s lips as they kissed, and it was clear that he was feeling the effects of the weed they had been smoking together, his body movements slow but more sure as his pain became more manageable. “Mounty…I need more of you.”

Mountain ripped off Rain’s shirt, not caring if he destroyed it, and started to kiss down his chest. He felt the cool temperature of his skin against his lips and shivered. Water Ghouls were naturally cooler and, to everyone's delight, wetter, so he knew this wouldn't be difficult for either of them. Rain raised his body up on his knees and Mountain reached for his sweatpants, purring with delight when Rain made it easier for him to remove them altogether, and nearly losing it entirely when he felt how hard Rain already was.

“Good boy, Rainy.” His voice was low, his speech slightly slowed, his brain feeling like he was on a cloud between the weed and how much pleasure he was already feeling. It was obvious that Rain was in a headspace where Mountain would be the one in control, and he didn’t mind that at all. He liked taking care of his Water Lily, liked hearing the noises he made when he hit just the right spot and had him a bumbling mess underneath him, liked feeling he was the only thing keeping him together while he simultaneously ruined him.

He felt Rain’s hands moving down to the waistband of his jeans and fumbling to grab the button and he chuckled softly, helping him out and popping the button out of place. “Please Mounty, please fuck me.” Mountain shuffled one hand underneath Rain to lift him up and used the other to scoot his pants and boxers down to his thighs. Rain let out a small whine as he felt Mountain’s considerable length get released, trying his best to reach for it between their bodies.

Mountain chuckled and tightened his grip on Rain’s body. “Not yet, Water Lily.” He heard Rain whine again, the sound so soft and needy, as he started to gently bite on Mountain’s neck and shoulder. Mountain took his free hand to the front of Rain’s body, dipping his hand below the waistband of his boxers and gripping his slick covered cock, slowly running his fist up and down the length of him.

“Satanas, you’re such a mess, baby. Fucking love Water Ghouls.” He continued to slowly stroke Rain and whisper soft praises in his ear. Rain was desperate and Mountain had him right where he wanted his little Ghoul. He made him wait just a moment longer, reaching to grab the joint once more and inhaling then sharing the smoke with Rain in a kiss that was mostly just Rain moaning into Mountain’s mouth. “You're being so good for me, love. I think you’ve earned this, yeah?”

Rain wordlessly cried out and Mountain could feel him desperately trying to press down, and this time he didn’t stop him from doing so. He helped him slowly lower his body down, taking Mountain a little at a time so he could acclimate to the stretch. The noises he made were so lovely and Mountain wished he could record them and play them on a loop forever. “Fuck Mounty, you feel so good.” Rain wasn't so far gone that he couldn't speak and his words sent a shiver down Mountain’s spine.

He let Rain set the pace, watching as he rolled his hips, raised and lowered his body, and took what he wanted from Mountain. With one hand in Rain’s hair and the other moving up and down his cock, Mountain was sure neither of them would last very long. He could feel the familiar tightness in the base of his spine that let him know he was approaching the finish that both Ghouls were chasing.

“Such a good boy, taking me so well, Rainy.” He pulled Rain against him and sunk his fangs into the soft skin between Rain’s neck and shoulder, causing Rain to cry out and spill all over his hand and chest. Mountain followed soon after, groaning and feeling Rain return the favor of biting into his shoulder as he spilled into the Water Ghoul with his name on his lips.

The two were breathless and simply sat together for a moment, each of them trying to clean up their bite marks and the mess on Mountain’s chest as best they could in their dazed states. After a few more minutes, which involved much praise and numerous kisses on both sides, Mountain pulled out of Rain as gently as he could and Rain whimpered softly at the loss. He didn’t move from Mountain’s lap, simply adjusted himself so he was cuddled against the giant Ghoul’s chest. The two of them laid down on the sofa together, riding the high of both the weed and the orgasms they just shared. Mountain held Rain against his chest, gently playing with his hair, and Rain purred softly, his tail wrapping around Mountain’s calf.

“Do you feel better now, Water Lily?” Mountain’s voice was calm and blissed out and he tried not to spook Rain in his post-sex daze.

“Much better,” he whispered, and started planting small kisses across Mountain’s chest until he fell asleep, his pain a distant memory and a smile on his face. Mountain kissed the top of Rain’s head and gently hugged him, falling asleep soon after his Water Ghoul.

The two Ghouls were so relaxed sleeping in each others arms that they appeared completely unaware of both Swiss and Dew sneaking their way through the greenhouse, making a beeline for the cabinet that held their prize. As they passed the sofa, Mountain cracked an eye open and grinned.

“If you wake him up, neither of you will see another joint again for as long as you remain in this realm,” he whispered, doing his best to not disturb Rain.

Swiss and Dew turned back around and quickly but quietly left the greenhouse, leaving Mountain to chuckle and fall back asleep, content with how his day had ended.

#midnight writes #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #mountain march #spicy tag #cw: drug use #ghost fanfic #ghostober #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fanfiction

[bloogers-boogers]

Forbidden Power AU. This AU focuses on Michael, it's the end of all Creation, all thanks to Lucifer's Spawn. Michael's final attempt to fix everything is to Disturb their father Only To Discover that his father is dead and has been dead for what looks like years there is still hope his father may be dead but his Authority can still be used... All angels authorities are held in Halos and God is no exception... Michael has a halo So he can go back and fix everything... The issue is the darkness in his heart, his Desire for the First man... Originally he was going to leave Almost everything unchanged...but this is an Opportunity he never did get or never should have had...can he stay on the noble path...ya No Michael has bin the good boy all his Existence and he will continue to be the good boy But he will be so when it comes to Adam and make Adam Exactly how he wants him to be

Hopefully this ask is for me and not mistaken for another blog shsiwbdjiwe do not get me wrong I love the guitarhero ship but I haven't posted anything about them aside from the drawing I made for @/ironbatpaperturtle (and my adamsapple fic) so I have a feeling that maybe this ask wasn't for me 😭

I should tho... like write more of them cause ngl I really like them together but my whole view on those two is far different than @/ironbatpaperturtle's Michael and Adam ahdjendiw

BUT if this anon is for me then I appreciate you for sharing me your au whdjwkdjdwoek 💖 now, with all that said let me proceed on actually answering you.

Omygod. Okay first, I think the God being dead for the longest period is such an interesting concept I read something similar like this before in a fic (adamsapple) called 'the devil you know /by anglotron' so I like it, kinda explains why angels would be put in so much work (do drastic choices) if God isn't there to guide them and solve things for them or just get involved but I also love the concept of him not giving a f*ck shjsiahdwiwbs after Lucifer's fall/betrayal he was just left hopeless for anything; his most "perfect creation" (Adam) corrupted by evil and then his most "perfect angel" turned out to have been the one to bring said corruption. (he may still care for Michael and Jesus tho but like it's hard for him to care about the rest) and letting all his children figure it out themselves (poor Sera), like, I can picture him just as depressed like Lucifer in the show issisofksos but unlike him who copes with making ducks, God just lays in the couch mopping about how disappointed in humanity he is and how "perfect" everything was before he planted the damn apple on earth, while he bosses Michael and maybe Metatron too (tho with him he's a lot more harsher bc he was previously human and he's kinda just bitter about them in general, but he's proven his worth enough) around to bring him shit like ice cream or junk food (tho he could easily just summoned all those things he subconsciously just wants company and Michael is there to bring it to him the only angel that has not yet disappointed/maintain loyal to him). So yeah.

Anyways — I still like the concept of God actually being dead. Like when you say Michael has a halo do you meant like he holds on to God's halo? Cause that's kinda cool af, imagine him just holding on to the halo of God (maybe even pitifully hopeful their father would return 'saving it for him') so he just has the halo on him and everyone just "oh shit this motherfucker really could just end it all if he wanted to" but Michael just doesn't cause 'with great power holds big responsibility' type of mentality and I think it'd be funny if Lucifer confronts heaven and is in a determined search for Michael to provoke him and remind him he's still the most perfect of all God's creation (mosty just salty as hell bc Michael cast him to hell lmao) and then when he finds Michael he like comes up with a taunting comment about how bad heaven turned out to be Yada Yada that neither realm is perfect or better than the other, and BAM suddenly his eyes drifted to Michael's head and recognizes the halo.

"Is that—...!"

"Yeah," Michael simply states defeated in his chair, unfazed by his brother arrival, from all the chaos going on, his people being murder, just, done, "father's gone, Lucifer."

So they just stare at eochother in silence, Lucifer with a stunned almost hurt expression and Michael with a nonchalant one. After the realization hitting him like a truck Lucifer realizes there was no end to the chaos released to all realms after Charlie unintentionally brought it to them if God wasn't there to fix it all...

Fear overwhelming him now cause he was kinda chilled out about the whole thing knowingly God would have to intervene soon because heaven was also being attacked by evil- but now realizing he's dead, it like hits him hard, mostly worried for his daughter's fate more than anything else.

Then, another thing hits him, "wait! What aren't you doing anything?! You can fix this, Michael! You have father's power, we can-"

Michael lifts his hand to signal him to stop, "I'm not planning to do anything."

"WHAT?!! Do you realize your people are also being attacked!"

"Your daughter brought this among ourselves, now, she must find her way to solve it."

"But she won't be-"

"Silence. If she was able to bring it to us then she's more than capable of putting it back. If not, that's no longer my problem"

"YOU-!"

"No, Lucifer," he stands up, the power of God emitting through his aura, the millions of eyes on him, big six graceful wings extended to show their full on glory, eyes bright like the intensity of a star. His voice was much more deeper and cold, distant, detached, "I lost everything because of your silly dream of free will, and now redemption. Look at where it lead us, prove me wrong this time, if it doesn't succeed then it was meant to be that way. Accept your fate.

I would create something new, something different. Something that won't betray its kind. No longer you existing. It will be perfect."

Lucifer felt so tiny now. That was no longer the brother he once knew. Not the caring, gentle, protective fiercely warrior that he once was.

Only filled with rage, grief and pain.

Michael... is dead too.

But anyways with all that, somehow lets say both Charlie and Lucifer mange to remind Michael of his love for the countless souls left at his hands to care and protect. And I dunno maybe a song too ahdhdiqgsjahsia and what gets the cake is Michael seeing Adam alive, behind the two, who somewhat stumble across their intervention in a 'bad timing'.

"Hey bitch you forgot your tampon— oh shit! Wrong room," Adam (now sinner) appears at the door oblivious of the whole deal.

"Adam!" Charlie shouted annoyed as they were already, almost, having a heartfelt moment between her father and Michael.

Michael eyes watered, "ADAM!" He pushes past Charlie and Lucifer who are now just confused as fuck seeing how Michael (filled with new growing hope) crushes Adam in a big hug with all the intensity of his power and somehow it was till so gentle and careful that it didn't kill Adam.

And the first man just there struggling to get loose while also suffocating.

Idk I just like Michael still having to be the hero even in circumstances where he doesn't want to. So the universe just grants him a purpose for he to keep following up God's title for him. If he wasn't gonna do shit because he lost Adam? Then BAM! Sinner Adam is now a thing so keep your ass moving Michael!

Michael now wants to fix things up to keep Adam safe; his new purpose (reason) on protecting heaven, his people and the countless souls God left him in charge with.

#asks♡ #guitarhero #michael x adam #sorry for the long ask my god

[claymoresword]

I Choose Her | Chp: 11

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of known death eaters from one of the richest and oldest wizarding family. Are you prepared to abandon everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 4.6k

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut (?), mention of death and violence, sorry to any ron enjoyers out there

Note: halfway through writing this chapter i realised how im really giving ron the short end of the stick in this story lmao i hope y'all don't mind i'll try to go easier on him

this one is more plot driven than usual but i added fluffy hermione x reader moments to make up for it hopefully its still enjoyable!

alright that's it as usual i hope y'all like this one :)

(btw sneaked in a little hermione pov let me know if u like or hate it 👀)

taglist: @gvrsto @aweidlich @xxsekhmet @arielj @poppyflower-22 @scarleigh1989 @smut-religiously777 @coralieesau @blackbirdv98

An hour had passed now since Hermione agreed to cut Harry's hair and you had merely been sat in the corner, spectating.

Truth be told it was a rather fascinating sight to witness Hermione Granger struggle at something.

She snips another section of hair off, leaving an uneven patch. She winces and you couldn’t fight the snicker that slips out of your lips.

Harry throws you a worried expression and your girlfriend only glares at you.

With the pair of scissors in her hand, she points it at you.

“Alright that’s it. You either be quiet or wait outside until I finish this.” Hermione warns.

You raise your hands up in surrender pursing your lips to avoid bursting into laughter.

“Okay I’ll be quiet, I’m sorry.”

Hermione looks less than convinced but eventually goes back to cutting Harry’s hair.

A few minutes past and you decide you wanted to get a proper look. Standing up, you leaned over Hermione’s shoulder.

Seeing the state of Harry’s hair now only causes you to let out a hysterical laugh.

Harry reaches back, fumbling as he finally had a feel of the uneven patches on his head.

Hermione slaps your arm harshly but it does nothing to subdue your laughter.

“Y/n, you’re being so rude.” She whines, a pout forming on her lips.

“I’m sorry but you’re truly terrible at this.”

You say, finally recovering from your laughing fit.

Harry stands up and glances at you for a moment, the look on his face shows he agrees with your statement.

“I think that’ll do for now Hermione, thank you.” Harry tries his best to be polite but he isn’t fooling anyone.

You take a seat again and watches as Hermione slams the pair of scissors against the table.

A petulant look on her face, you can’t help but feel at fault.

You held out your arms, gesturing for her to sit on your lap.

“My love come here, I’m sorry.”

Hermione was reluctant for a moment, but inevitably situates herself on your lap, looping her arm over your shoulder.

You leaned in to place a kiss against her jaw, you attempt to plant one on her lips but she was quick to turn her head.

“You’re great at a lot of other things sweetheart, maybe just avoid a hairdressing career in the future.” You try to reassure her but Hermione makes no effort to look at you.

Reaching up, you began massaging her shoulder absentmindedly and she welcomes the feeling.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, I’m sorry.” You repeat.

Finally turning to you she leans in, capturing your lips with hers.

Moving your own hand to the back her neck as you deepened the kiss. Your lips were against hers for several moments before Harry can be heard clearing his throat.

He turns to walk out of the tent but Hermione was quick to stop him.

“Hang on Harry, we have something to tell you.”

Your girlfriend looks at you signalling for you to continue.

“Last night, Hermione and I figured something out regarding the horcruxes.”

Harry is now intrigued, he steps closer, folding his arms before giving you his full attention.

“What about the horcruxes?”

“Well, we figured out how to destroy it.” Hermione stands up to grab the book you were reading the night prior.

Handing it to Harry, she waits for him to skim the page before explaining.

“Harry, you destroyed Tom Riddle’s diary with a basilisk fang.”

“But before that you killed the basilisk with the sword of Gryffindor. The blade was then impregnated with it’s venom.” Hermione says.

“That’s why Dumbledore left the sword to you in his will, it can destroy horcruxes.” You add.

“That’s brilliant! You’re brilliant– the both of you!” Harry exclaims and you swear you have never seen him so excited before.

“There’s only one problem ofcourse–”

Harry stops talking as the lights in the tent go out for a moment and you instinctively move to stand next to Hermione.

“The sword was stolen.” Ron states, stepping inside the tent. He holds out Dumbledore’s deluminator and the lights quickly come back on.

“That’s right, I’m still here. But you three carry on, don’t let me spoil the fun.”

You roll your eyes, Ron truly picks his timings.

“What’s wrong?”

Harry asks with a deadpan tone, evidently feeling as annoyed.

“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong. Not according to you anyway.” Ron says.

“Look if you have something to say don’t be shy, spit it out.” Harry slams the book closed, stepping closer to Ron.

“Alright I’ll spit it out.”

“But don’t expect me to be grateful just because there’s another damn thing we’ve got to find.” He says, glaring at you.

You feel Hermione grab your hand.

“We’re supposed to be out there destroying these things but now it seems you prefer sitting around playing house with a traitor instead.” He accuses.

“Traitor?” You grimaced at the insult.

Hermione moves her hand up your arm but it does nothing to soothe you.

“I’m sorry, but what part of this isn’t living up to your expectations? Did you think we’d be staying in a 5 star hotel? Finding a Horcrux every other day? Did you think you’d be back with your mum by Christmas?” Harry raises his voice.

“I thought you knew what you were doing I thought Dumbledore would’ve told you something worthwhile.”

Harry rolls his eyes and you grow increasingly agitated yourself.

“I’ve told you everything Dumbledore told me and incase you haven’t noticed we have found a Horcrux already.”

“Yeah, and we’re as close to getting rid of it as we are to finding the rest of them aren’t we?”

Hermione releases your arm, walking towards Ron she attempts to take the necklace off him but he pushes her off harshly.

“Please take the necklace off, you wouldn't be saying any of this if you hadn’t been wearing it all day.”

He pushes her away again.

“And what about you? When are you going to snap out of it Hermione? Can’t you see she’s just using you to help the Dark Lord? I don’t get why you still believe she is on our side. She doesn’t love you.”

Ron practically spits the last sentence, pointing in your direction.

The sight of tears welling up in Hermione’s eyes set you off.

Storming towards them you quickly shoved Ron, his back hitting the pillar, you kept him pinned against it with your forearm. He tries to fight you off but the adrenaline coursing through you allows you more strength than him.

“Take the Horcrux off.” You ordered him calmly even though it took everything in you not to choke him out.

Reaching up he removes the necklace, roughly throwing it onto the ground. You release him from your hold but he makes no effort to walk away, keeping eye contact with you.

A challenge you gladly accepted.

“What is it Weasley? Are you going to hit me?” You taunt.

You notice as his jaw clenched in response. He glances at Harry one last time before storming out of the tent.

The sound of Hermione sniffling finally urges you to look at her. You catch her trying to wipe away her tears on her sleeve.

“Oh, Hermione come here.”

You stepped closer, pulling her in for an embrace and Hermione doesn’t fight it. You feel her sobbing against your shoulder and it shatters you.

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Your impromptu walk along the lake with Hermione had somehow turned into you teaching her how to skip rocks.

She’d been glum since the argument with Ron yesterday and the fact that he had apparated to Merlin knows where in the dead of the night only made things worse.

“Come on, try again you’ll get it.”

Hermione throws the rock and it makes a large splash in the water.

“This isn’t working.” Hermione groans turning around to leave but you stop her with your hand on her arm.

“No, baby you’re doing really well. It’s just your stance is all wrong.”

You say, picking up a smaller stone before moving to stand behind her.

You handed her the stone and carefully guided her arm up. Your hand still over hers, you leaned in to plant a kiss against her neck before whispering directly into her ear.

“Bend your knees a bit.”

Hermione does as she’s told, the blush forming on her cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Good girl.” You smile.

“Now lean back slightly.”

“Release the stone when I say.”

Hermione nods and you guided her arm backwards and then rapidly forward.

“Now.”

She let’s go of the rock and it flings towards the water, skipping twice before sinking. A clear improvement from before.

Hermione smiles widely.

“I can’t believe I did it!” She exclaims.

You chuckled before clapping your hands, applauding her.

“Well done, I knew you could do it.”

Hermione turns to you, wrapping her arms around your neck.

“You’re a great teacher.”

She says directly against your lips. Your girlfriend doesn’t allow you the chance to respond before eliminating any distance between her lips and yours.

Your lips have been on hers thousands of times in a hundred different ways but somehow every kiss still felt like the first.

Hermione tracing circles against your neck made you giddy, you never wanted this feeling to end.

The distant sound of footsteps on gravel urged the both of you to turn around.

Harry can be seen approaching you with his rug sack hanging on his shoulders.

“We need to keep moving, Hermione.”

A pause before your girlfriend responds.

“Any sign of Ron?” She asks and Harry merely shakes his head.

“Okay.” Her voice was quiet.

Harry begins walking away and Hermione follows, she tugs on your arm but you don’t budge.

The look Hermione’s giving you now is one you had been dreading all morning.

“I can’t come Hermione, I have to go back to my parents.”

Your girlfriend sighs and you reach forward holding her face in your hands.

“I will find you again I promise.” You reassure, looking directly into her eyes which are now glossy with unshed tears.

“I hate this.” Hermione grips your coat and you lean in to kiss her deeply.

“Listen, when all of this ends I will never leave your side again.”

“If all of this ends.” She says.

You place a firm hand against her jaw, lifting her head slightly forcing her to look at you.

“Don’t say that. We will defeat him.”

Moving your thumb you stroked her cheek gently and your girlfriend closes her eyes at the sensation.

“And try not to worry about Ron, he’ll turn up I’m sure.”

Hermione nods but doesn’t say anything else, only wrapping her arms around you to pull you into a hug.

“After everything we’ve done so far it can’t be for nothing.”

You say before giving her a gentle peck on the forehead.

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Frustration overcoming her, Hermione groans as she flips the pages of her book harshly. After going through it thoroughly dozens of times, she basically knows every word on every page by heart.

Dumbledore must’ve left this with her for a reason.

There has to be a reason.

Carefully scanning the pages once more something catches her eye, a triangle shaped symbol near the top of the page.

Flipping through the book again she realises the symbol is only drawn on a single page, clearly not meant to be apart of book.

It could mean nothing of course but there is no way for her to know for sure.

This is something but not nearly enough to go on. It still isn’t the clue she was hoping for.

Hermione’s mind starts to wander and like so many times today she's once again plagued by thoughts of you.

She wonders if you might know what the symbol represented, being more naturally versed in the wizarding world than she is.

The nauseating feeling in the pit of her stomach returns and she has to fight the urge to cry, again.

She had no way of knowing when you’ll return but the ring on her finger provides her with a much needed reassurance.

Hermione glances at it, examining the strand of light that’s emerging from the ring.

Something she’s done many times before for comfort.

She knows where you are, she knows you’re safe.

“Hermione!” Harry’s voice in the distance snaps her out of her thoughts.

“You were right.” Her best friend says, taking a seat in front of her.

“Snitches do have flesh memories, but I didn’t catch the first snitch with my hands. I almost swallowed it.” Harry says, handing her the golden ball.

Hermione carefully reads the words etched into the metal.

I open at the close.

“What do you think that means?” Harry asks.

“I don’t know.” Hermione says.

Still not enough to go on.

“I found something as well.” Hermione holds up the book and Harry takes a look at the symbol.

“At first I thought it was an eye but now I don’t think it is.”

“This isn’t apart of the book, somebody drew it.”

“I think Luna’s father was wearing that at Bill and Fluer’s wedding.”

Harry says and it only worked to leave Hermione more perplexed.

“Why would someone draw it in a children’s book?”

A beat before Harry speaks again.

“Hermione I’ve been thinking, I want to go to Godric’s Hollow.”

“It’s where I was born, its where my parents died.”

Hermione stands up before shaking her head in disagreement.

“That’s exactly where he’d expect you to go because it means something to you.” She says.

Harry scrambles to his feet, walking after her.

“Yes but it means something to him too Hermione.”

“You know who almost died there. Isn’t that exactly the type of place he’d be likely to hide a horcrux?”

Harry’s practically pleading.

“But its dangerous Harry–”

Hermione stills for a moment, as much as she hates to admit it this is the only lead they have.

“But even I have to admit recently I’ve been thinking we have to go there.”

“I think it’s possible something else is hidden there.”

Hermione says, walking ahead of Harry.

“What?”

He asks and she turns to look at him.

“The sword.”

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A week since you’ve seen Hermione and you were getting nowhere.

No solid leads on where the Hocruxes might be hidden and you had no idea where the sword is.

The death eaters planning their next attack on Harry only exacerbated your anxiety.

“Nagini tells me the boy was at Godric’s Hollow.”

“He wasn’t alone.”

The Dark Lord says and you begin to feel a pounding in your ears.

He stands up walking around the table.

The room is silent as he eventually stops, settling behind your chair.

“A girl was with him, a mudblood.”

“Hermione Granger as I understand it.”

The pounding in your head was now intolerable, you shut your eyes bracing yourself for the inevitable.

You were foolish to think you could maintain a relationship with Hermione and get away with it.

To your surprise, Voldermort fails to acknowledge you entirely.

Instead, he addresses the man sitting next to you.

This provides you no relief, you would still prefer torture over what came out of the Dark Lord’s mouth next.

“Scabior, when you find this girl, make sure you bring her straight to me. It seems wherever the boy goes, she follows.”

You recognised the man he was ordering to be the leader of a gang of snatchers.

“Yes, my Lord.”

He says, getting up from his seat and quickly apparating out of the room.

Voldermort does the same shortly after and soon the other death eaters follow.

Leaving you alone in the dining area with your parents and the Malfoys.

The Dark Lord may be gone but you are still struggling to catch your breath.

Getting up off your chair you begin making your way to the bathroom.

Your parents do nothing to stop you but your best friend notices your distressed state.

“Y/n, you alright?” Draco stops you, placing a hand on your arm.

“Yes, I’m fine Draco.” You say without looking at him.

Finally reaching the bathroom you quickly closed the door.

When you got to the sink you turned on the faucet, splashing some water on your face.

It did nothing to help, the room was still spinning.

You shut your eyes tightly as you tried to control your breathing.

At the forefront of your mind all you could see was Hermione.

Your stomach turned at the notion of her getting hurt but the idea of finding your way back to her worked to calm you.

You had to get back to her.

You will get into Bellatrix’s vault tonight.

Once the ringing in your ears dissipated you stepped out of the bathroom.

Making your way to the living area of the home, you were abruptly stopped in your tracks.

Snape was stood before you. As expected, his expression remained unreadable.

“Professor.” You greeted him and he wordlessly steps closer to you.

Holding up a key, one you didn’t recognise but if you had to guess it would be a key to somebody’s vault.

It’s as if the professor read your mind with what he says next.

“The key to a vault in Gringotts.”

Snape says and you eyebrows knitted together.

Despite your obvious confusion he does not elaborate.

“Sir?”

He moves forward slipping the key into the pocket of your blazer.

“Use the key and you will find the thing you require.” He says rather ominously and in any other circumstance you’d find humor in his dramatics.

Could a horcrux be hidden in this vault?

Even if that was true why would he want you to retrieve it?

Hundreds of questions and the Professor doesn’t allow you an opportunity to ask any of them.

He dissaparates without another word.

You were left dumbfounded.

Who’s side is he on?

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You wasted no time in making your way over to Gringotts.

Your parents barely batting an eye when you lied about where you were headed. Pansy had clearly done a good job at covering for you which also meant you owed her a ton of favours.

A small price to pay.

“He sent me to retrieve something from his vault.” You responded to the goblin.

“Do you have his key?”

“Yes I do.” You say, holding it up.

“Very well. Come with me.”

The goblin barely gives you a reaction before guiding you past the barrier.

Upon reaching the vault you prepared yourself to look in every corner for the hidden items. Having no idea what they might even look like, you were prepared to spend hours searching if need be.

You were certain of one thing, you were not leaving the vault empty handed.

“Vault 713.” The goblin says as he opens the door to the vault. Passing the key back to you he swiftly takes his leave.

Your shoulders slumped once you took notice of the contents of the vault.

Or rather the lack thereof.

The vault was virtually empty.

Stepping further inside you noticed something propped up against the wall, covered in cloth.

Rapidly making your way over to it you unveiled the item and your mouth fell agape once you realised exactly what it was you were holding.

It was the sword of Gryffindor, sitting in this vault of all places, when it had been presumed to be missing.

Most baffling of all, Snape had been the person to lead you to it.

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You found yourself in a hillside after apparating.

You don’t recognise the area at all, making your way down you silently hoped for Hermione to show herself.

“Lumos maxima.” A bright light emerges from your wand, igniting the area.

Soon you spot a figure in the distance.

You let out a sigh of relief once you realised who it was.

“Potter!” You called out.

Harry runs up to you, his eyes were quick to settle on the sword in your hand.

“How?” He asks, pointing at it utterly perplexed.

“Long story.”

“You have the Horcrux with you?”

Harry nods, taking the necklace off.

He sets in on the ground.

You held out the sword, waiting for him grab it.

Harry merely looks at it.

“I think you should do it.” He says.

You are taken aback for a moment but Harry’s expectant expression was quick to convince you.

“Okay.”

You prepared yourself, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands.

“Now I’ll have to speak to it in order for it to open. I don’t know what’s in there but the bit of Riddle in the diary tried to kill me.”

“Whatever it is, don’t hesitate.”

“Alright, I hear you.” You gripped the sword tighter.

Harry begins speaking in parseltongue and before you know it, a large black mass bursts out of the locket, throwing you back onto the ground.

The dark lord’s voice can be heard echoing around you and it makes your blood run cold.

“I’ve seen your dreams y/n and I’ve seen your fears.”

“A disappointment to your parents.”

“Because of you, the only one you love is in constant danger.”

The voice says.

“Y/n don’t listen to it, it’s lying!” Harry exclaims.

Images of Hermione appear in front of you. Innocent at first but develops into more violent visions the longer you stared at it.

It was as if you had stepped right into one of your nightmares.

A vision of you throwing the killing curse at Hermione causes you to flinch, a dread suddenly overwhelming you.

It was so vivid you could feel the pain in your chest.

“Y/n kill it!”

Harry’s voice snaps you out of it.

The locket using your fears against you was the worst kind of torture.

Your hatred for the Dark Lord only grew, he truly was evil in its purest form.

Your anger worked as the courage you needed to grab the sword off the ground.

With one large swing you cut the locket in half, finally killing the part of Voldemort inside it.

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“Is everything alright?” Your girlfriend asks Harry, as she emerged from the tent.

“It’s fine.”

“Actually it’s more than fine.” Harry says, pointing at you.

You smiled as Hermione’s eyes finally settled on you.

You hold out your arms as she walked up to you, expecting to pull her into a hug.

She catches a glimpse of the sword in your hand and the look on her face causes your smile to falter.

Hermione is angry with you.

She turns to look at Harry and he only holds up the broken Horcrux.

“You destroyed it?”

“How is it that you just happened to have the sword of Gryffindor?” Hermione asks, crossing her arms.

“I got it from a vault at Gringotts.”

Before you could register what was happening Hermione was hitting you repeatedly.

“I told you not to go into her vault! If you had gotten caught you could’ve died!”

In a fit of anger she grabs a handful of leaves from the ground and chucks it at you.

Placing both hands on your chest she attempts to shove you.

Quickly dropping the sword you held her arms in place before speaking.

“Hermione wait, will you please calm down and hear me out?”

Hermione fights to get out of your grip but fails as you are considerably stronger than her she is.

“Hermione, please just listen.”

“I didn’t get it from her vault.” You explained.

“What?” She asks.

Before you could elaborate, Ron emerges from the tent.

“How come you’ve got the sword?”

Ron repeats the question and you glower at him.

You assumed he was finally done throwing his tantrum now that he’s back.

“As I was saying, I got it from a vault. Snape gave me the key to it.”

“What?” All Harry, Ron and Hermione say in unison.

“Snape led you to the only thing that could kill hocruxes?” Harry asks but it sounded more like a statement.

“That doesn’t sound right.” Ron adds.

“Well it’s the truth.” You state.

“I know it sounds insane but I don’t think this was an accident. I think Snape wants us to win.”

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You sighed happily as you watched Hermione grab your pullover from the edge of your bed, putting it on.

She lifts the sheet to cover the both of you before leaning back, resting her head against your chest.

“You know we have two pillows for a reason. You can lay your head against yours once in awhile.” You joked.

Hermione hums, snuggling into you.

“Why would I do that when you’re so comfortable.”

You chuckle, your arm instinctively wrapping around her.

The both of you laid silently for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow before Hermione breaks the silence.

“How’d you manage to get the sword without your parents knowing?” Your girlfriend asks.

“I just made up a lie about Pansy needing me for something urgent and when my parents asked she covered for me.”

You say, not putting much thought into your answer.

“Pansy Parkinson?” Hermione asks, an edge to her voice.

“Yes.” You mimicked her tone.

Your girlfriend moves out of your hold, resting her head against her own pillow.

“Oh.”

“I didn’t know you two were friends.”

Hermione says and you can’t help the smirk forming on your face.

“Since first year. Surely I told you that?”

You decided to keep taunting her a little longer.

“No, you didn’t.”

Hermione remains quiet for a few seconds and you accepted it to be the end of the conversation but she speaks again.

“How many girls have to been with? Before me?” Hermione blurts out and your smile returns.

You shrug.

“A few.”

“A few?” Hermione repeats, sitting up.

Her eyebrows furrow and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone behave so adorably.

“It’s just meaningless sex Hermione.” You reassure, sitting up with her.

Hermione’s pout doesn’t leave her lips and you’re tempted to kiss it off.

“It’s different with you.” Your voice low as you planted a kiss against her shoulder.

Your hand finding her bare thigh, stroking it dangerously close to her center.

“It’s so much better with you.” You say into her ear and you feel her shiver under your touch.

“Really?” Hermione asks, turning to face you.

“You are the best sex I’ve ever had.” You plant a kiss against the corner of her mouth.

You watched as Hermione bites her lip, an obvious glimmer in her eye and you anticipate her next move.

Your girlfriend straddles you again, this time pinning you down against the mattress.

She kisses you with little restraint, she sucks on your bottom lip before her tongue entered your mouth.

Hermione’s lips are moving against yours shamelessly, her hands roaming your body as if claiming you her own.

If this is what it took to get this side of Hermione then you ought to make her jealous more often.

Your hands manage to rest on her ass for a moment before she grabs them to pin over your head.

Hermione runs her tongue along your jaw, eventually settling at the base of your ear.

She moves downwards, biting down playfully and you feel her grin forming against your neck.

Running her tongue along that same patch of skin before sucking on it.

You didn’t have to look at your neck to know she had left a bruise.

Evidently proud of herself, Hermione flashes you an innocent smile before climbing off you to get back under the covers.

She resumes her earlier position with her head on your chest.

“If you’re marking your territory next time it’d be easier to just pee on me.” You quip.

Hermione lets out a laugh before scrunching up her face in disgust.

“You’re nauseating.”

#hermione granger #slytherin au #hermione x reader #hermione granger imagine #harry x hermione #hermione granger x reader #ron weasley x reader

[randomgentlefolk]

CPC CHAPTER 165+166

The warning earned a chuckle from me lmao. Because why did I literally gasp while reading the first line xd

The warning for eps 166...didn't make me laugh at all.

Yayy Gwen is finally awake!! I guess thanks Leland for removing the thorny plants so she won't hurt herself :|

Nah cause Leland really dare try to kidnap a girl who asked whether he's okay after she herself just woke up from an intense nightmare 💀

Bro has the GUTS. THE AUDACITY. To start ranting about the kids he's kidnapping.

This scene is so emotional, and I am so glad Gwen is finally starting to know who Leelathae is. Though I won't lie, I'm a little disappointed that Leland is the one to tell her :/ I was expecting a family moment with Jack and the other pastel kids. But it's all good since she finally gets to know her :D

I would like to apologize in advance. Serpent Leland kinda made me laugh due to his abs lmaooo.

But it's pretty cool how Gwen and Frederick sees Leland as a threat (tho unintentional), though with different perspective. Gwen sees Leland as a big bad wolf while Frederick sees Leland as a serpent.

HECK YEAH!!! You go, Frederick!!! For once, his ability to misunderstand something is actually resulting in something wonderful and amazing!!

Aww the Possum immediately hugging Gwen <3

Oh uh whoops. Can Curtis see through that glasses? Hopefully...

Guys, Leland is throwing tantrum again :/ but i can see how using Laverne as a weapon against him is a really useful tactic. Considering how in the past, he bought Laverne to be a replacement for Jack. So turning Laverne against him probably feels like a 2nd betrayal for him.

OOHH....Aww man. Damn. I can feel that comb hitting Leland's hand and pushing the thorns in. Ouch...

NAHH NOT CELSO!!! My man this is why you don't scream your move when doing stealth move 😔

Did Frederick just do a Judo move.

I looked it up and this move is called shoulder throw or Seoi-nage.

BUT FREDERICK ACTUALLY, SERIOUSLY JUST SHOULDER THROW HIS FATHER, THEN PROCEEDS TO PLANT HIS HEAD ON THE WALL. Those laverne carrying are working. Plot twist he's actually buff lmao.

Ahwguwau Frederick actually learning from moments where he got hurt and being brave tho!! So proud of him <3

I love Aurelia and her comments man XD

Frederick immediately checking up on Gwen and making sure she wasn't hurt. These guys deserve their happy ending Lambcat c'mon :')

AURELIA FINALLY GIVING GWEN THE DIARY!!! PASTEL KIDS CHILDHOOD WJSJIWNSGEKA

But of course! Let's start from the beginning of chapter 166...

Lorena would be so proud if she see how Frederick tied his dad with her vines.

Yeah, Gwen definitely should start on the second page... Just reading the first page by glancing could lead to many misunderstandings.

May I just say, I love how Gwen is being stern(is that the word?) To Aurelia about how she needs to read that book and that she really want to know about her mother. Hah! Again, I love Aurelia's comment (this time about the war literally happening downstairs XD)

IT'S TIME. INTOOOOOO PASTEL KIDS CHILDHOOD WITH LEELATHAEEEE!!

(Cue that batman transition music (i forgot the era))

WUJWJWHWAIB THEY??? ARE ADORABLE!!! Awww Leelathae reading them a story with Jack and Gwen & Jamie's onesie!! Also their plushies!! I'm having cuteness overload....

HAJSYAISYAJ THEY HAVE MATCHING DRESSES!!!!! Maybe Leelathae sew them herself??? SJSJSHJAUS

Oh. Okay. That's not good. I suppose there's a side effect after giving birth to the children? That's...depressing.

But before we go deeper into that, birthday party!!

I must say, I absolutely adore how chaotic Lorena seems to be lmao. Look at her and her little sword XD and Maria looking really elegant. She really does give the eldest sister vibe. Gwen looks so cute with the pigtails! (I forgot the hairstyle name). Jamie with the fruits and Gwen with the fruit and cooking utensils!

Also it seems that the pastel family is having a small party for birthdays instead of big ones like the plaid kingdom. I wonder why they don't invite the plaid family over? Blaine and Lance would be 6 and 5 years old at this time, so they're probably at the academy already. But what about Leland and Isolde?

Man, this family is genuinely so wholesome and that makes me even sadder for what's about to happen. CAUSE DAMN??? Leelathae passing out while holding the cake, and Jack noticing like 😭 AND THEN JACK RUNNING TOWARDS HER LIKE MARIA AND LORENA RUNNING TOWARDS GWEN I'M GOING TO CRY.

R.i.p cake (i had to do it)

Ahh I see. Okay. So the left ventricle (which is a part of the heart) is weakening and it can't strengthen back up? That's what I'm getting, at least. I wasn't aware something like this could happen. I'm just researching, and is Peripartum Cardiomyopathy (PPCM) the correct term for this? I don't know anything about childbirth beyond what I learn in school so... this one's purely based on searching the symptom in google.

Okay, let's see... *puts on glasses and squint my eyes* *clears throat*

Peripartum cardiomyopathy (PPCM) or also known as Postpartum cardiomyopathy is an uncommon form of heart failure that happens toward the end of pregnancy or in the months following delivery, when no other cause of heart failure can be found.

https://www.heart.org/en/health-topics/cardiomyopathy/what-is-cardiomyopathy-in-adults/peripartum-cardiomyopathy-ppcm

(This information is taken from American Heart Association website. I hope that's alright?)

Symptoms of PPCM that we've seen in Leelathae:

- Fatigue

- Shortness of breath

- Chest pain

- Feeling lightheaded or faint

- Dizziness

For now that's the only things I can note. I mean, I'm not even sure if that is what Leelathae is going through. But it seems likely. I don't have anything to add on this matter right now, so what if we go back to the story. Shall we?

"I'm going to perish...from a broken heart"

OHHHHH, OKAY DAMN LEELATHAE. Man... this reminds me of the broken heart syndrome. It's pretty interesting. If I'm not wrong, it's a heart condition that comes from extremely stressful situation or emotions. And it is possible to pass away from it. So yes, you can die from a broken heart.

Oh man this just got depressing real quick... The kids sitting beside Leelathae's bed, the medicines piling up overtime, Leelathe crying and Jack hugging her...

Leelathae :( she just wants to see her kids grow up and her husband man... and yet because a certain jealous man just had to steal a portrait...damn it Leland.

The witch!! It's her!! :0000

That's nice of her to offer to listen to Leelathae's vent :) though she does mistake her for a witch :')

THIS WHOLE TIME. IT'S THE WITCH LMAO. Okay actually being mistaken as a witch has a perk this time!! And does this mean Leelathae can bake??? Like mother like daughter real.

The panel of the witch hugging Leelathae is actually pretty sweet haha. They're besties now X)

I wonder how this spell will work....

That's it for now. 2 episodes in a post! Wooo! I gotta stop procrastinating... this post was so long lmao.

Mono out! (Ngl I'm still in lmao)

#cursed princess club #cpc #mono reviews #yeah that should be the tag for this posts now!!

[nikatyler]

🌈 2023 ✨

Another year is over so it's time for a look back at what was happening on this blog! I haven't really been around, it was just my queue, and maybe that's one reason why I looked at my archive and went "huh" at everything. I don't remember much. The other reason why this year probably went poof in my head is because I was dealing with some mental health stuff lol. I say lol but it wasn't actually very lol but I'm doing better now and 2024...is looking promising for now.

So, let's talk more under the cut, shall we?

January

We're in Bridgeport and Sawyer is living his best life. You know, girlfriends, boyfriends, being turned into a vampire, giving birth to three little vampires, threatening to sell his enemies' organs on the black market...best life indeed.

February

Okay I am now seeing that "talking more" about every month will be impossible since I actually don't have much recollection of 2023 lmao

March

Sawyer and Erin are at the best point of their relationship, but we left them alone for a bit and went back to NSB. Pastel just moved to Strangerville and got a...rather strange roommate.

April

The rather strange roommate becomes Pastel's rather strange wife. I love these two so much. We also say hello to Moss -- and also to Ross, who returns from...god knows where. I mean yeah, there was the ts3 Ross, but technically they're two different people. Parallel universes and stuff.

May

Thea is born and strange wife Jesse gets even stranger. That whole "merging with the mother plant" thing was kinda weird but I really enjoyed it. Idk what I was on but it was fun. And then, before returning to the lepacy, I posted my Cottage Living screenshots! ...which were really just me going "uwu what does this do" on every possible Wicked Whims option.

June

...and I went from posting weird WW Ross stuff to posting wholesome Growing Together Ross stuff. If that gave you a whiplash, I am sorry, but imagine what it must be like for me. I'm locked with this guy in my head 24/7. He's the whiplash king. A blorbo to you, a curse to me. A beloved curse tho. Ok I'm getting weird. Back to the lepacy.

July

Lepacy time! Loved the soap opera Generations gen. Kinda wish I had sticked to some of the storylines instead of going "eh nvm I just wanna play". I'm not saying I regret not actually letting Saywer go on a killing spree but also...imagine if he went on a killing spree. You don't see that in lepacies often do ya

August

August was...welp 💀 I was at the grippy socks hospital for most of that month, 10/10 would recommend, but my queue ran out while I was there so I just reblogged some old stuff for a few weeks.

September

September is just lepacy month. Cornelia and Archer are happy, they get married, they get more children...yeah. Good wholesome Generations times all around. It's not like they're gonna get divorced later or anything.

October

The twins are kind of chaotic, one of them turns into a ghost, both then bring their cursed imaginary friends to life...and the final child of Archer and Cornelia is born.

November

I loved running into Sawyer at the grocery store all the time. Weird vampire alleged killer grandpa behavior suits him. Dorothea goes away to a boarding school, hates it there and instantly comes back. Relatable. Oh and midlife crisis hits Archer hard.

December

And we're in December! Dorothea enters her horsegirl era and finds herself a girlfriend...and we'll continue that in 2024!

What's in store for the new year besides the lepacy? Well, Not So Berry will be making a return (and HOPEFULLY we'll finally get to the end. we need to). There's a story I want to do in the NSB universe, if you know you know. Before we dive into the next lepacy generation, I'm thinking of another BC with the gen 7 heir...oh and Marika's Black Widow. Shoot and I'm starting an irl job in January. Yeah no we're not doing all this in 2024, don't count on it 💀 But I'll try.

Happy New Year! 🎇

#ts3 #ts4 #sims 3 #sims 4 #the sims 3 #the sims 4 #sims #simblr #fleur extra #breeze nsb legacy extra

[spxllcxstxr]

Sickness • Bridgerton!Sibling

(Gif not mine)

Request: Can you do one fanfic where the brother! reader gets Ill and they think that he is about to die and the bridgerton family reaction to it — anon

Summary: Your illness has lasted for days and you don’t seem to be getting any better

Warnings: angst!! sickness, dying mentions, ambiguous ending : )

Word Count: 713

A.N: first Bridgerton fic ever lmao I’m sorry, hopefully this is alright! I really tried and I don’t actually hate how it turned out lmao, gn!reader, let me know if you want to be put on a Taglist!!

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“Mama, is (Y/n) dying?”

Violet Bridgerton, who had just been worriedly wiping the sweat from your brow, snaps her head to her youngest child. 

“Hyacinth, have you gone mad?” Your mother cries out, her actions never stopping. If they haven’t stopped after endless days of bedrest, they weren’t going to stop for her children’s comments.

Although you were furiously sweating and gasping for air from the oppressive heat of your blankets, there was a persistent shiver running up and down your spine. Your hands and feet were ice cold while your skin burned up. 

Through blurry eyes you watch your youngest sister shrug in response. “It is just that...mama, the doctor said--”

“I know what the doctor said, child.” She sighs. You wish you could console her in any way possible but everything hurt. It burned to move and your head felt like a solid ball of lead. “Just get Anthony in here, Hyacinth, and do not tell your siblings this insane theory of yours.”

Her slippers click against the wood flooring and your mother focuses on you once more. 

“Mama...” You’re able to rasp out, lips chapped and throat sore from your prolonged silence. “Am I...am I going to die?” 

The question hangs in the air, your voice breaking at the end. Finally, your mother pauses. You can hear her struggle to even her breath, the question quite obviously on her mind as well. You’ve only been getting worse as the days go on. 

Her cool hands play with the hair on your forehead, moving the locks to frame your face instead. You’re reminded of a time, you must’ve been at most little Hyacinth’s age, when she’d comfort you this way. She would always wipe the hair from your face so your father had a clear canvas to plant a kiss on while you weren't feeling well. Your parents always had the power to make you feel better. 

“Oh darling, oh (Y/n)...no,” She shakes her head, trying to convince both you and herself. “No, no, you are not dying, I will not bury my child.” 

Exhaustion clings to you as tears escape the corners of your eyes. “Okay, mama,” 

You must have fallen asleep for a little bit because when you open your eyes you see Anthony hovering over you, concern etched into his features. It was a rare look on your eldest brother. His lips are pursed as he listens to whatever your mother is whispering about to him. 

“Are you sure?” He asks, his dark eyes flicking from your face to hers. 

“Anthony, I am not sure of anything anymore, but it is better to be prepared...” You hear her sniff before your brother responds with a curt nod, leaving the room. 

Your stomach churns as terrible thoughts swirl through your mind. You were going to die of some illness no one else in London has, at least to your knowledge. 

You were going to die and leave behind eight siblings, all of whom drive you absolutely mad but at the same time made life worth living. The Bridgerton’s needed chaos and this family sure did provide it. They’ll keep London on its toes. 

You were going to die and your mother would be forced to bury another one of hers way too soon. First your father, now you. It was completely unfair. Sweet sweet Violet did nothing to deserve such terrible luck.

Your horrible thoughts are interrupted as your siblings file through the door. If you weren’t dying of some illness, you would feel embarrassed by your dishevelment, your sickly state was not one to be witnessed by the people you most loved and respected. 

Your sisters are crying, redness clinging to their faces as they cling together, while your brothers watch you with unshed tears swimming in their eyes. Benedict can barely keep his focus on you, though he knows this may just be the last time he sees you alive. 

Everything becomes more languid for you, eyelids feel like stone slabs that you can barely keep up. After this moment, you may or may not wake up. You hope you do.

With your eyes still open, you attempt to crack a smile, though it most likely comes out as a grimace. 

“I’ll tell papa...” 

And then your world goes dark. 

•

#Bridgerton #Bridgerton x reader #Bridgerton x sibling!reader #angst #Bridgerton angst #Anthony Bridgerton x sibling!reader #Benedict Bridgerton x sibling!reader #Anthony Bridgerton x reader

[moonwritewastaken]

Tales of Christmas Day 1 - cc!Foolish x gn!reader

Genre - established relationship, Christmas

Word count - 957

Welcome to day 1 of this year’s Tales of Christmas, I’m super excited for this edition and hopefully you guys love it! Unlike last year I have a plan of what imagine is being released when so hopefully it’s less stressful lmao

- 🌙

It was late November and the weather was getting colder. It hadn’t snowed yet but it was definitely sweater worthy. You’d recently moved to North Carolina with your boyfriend of 3 years, Foolish which made this your first Christmas living together. Christmas was one of your favourite holidays and you were excited to do all the stereotypical holiday activities with your boyfriend in your own home.

You were currently getting ready in your shared bedroom while Foolish was taking a shower. Today was the day you were picking out your house’s Christmas tree. Just as you were putting on your coat, your boyfriend walks past after exiting the bathroom. He kisses your cheek quickly before he starts his usual routine. Leaving your room, you head to the kitchen to make yourself a drink while you wait for him to finish getting ready. Once the drink had been made, you scroll through TikTok while taking a sip of your drink occasionally.

“You ready, babe?” You lift your head upon hearing your boyfriend’s voice. Because you were so engrossed in your scrolling, you hadn’t heard him enter the kitchen.

“I’ve been ready since I woke up” he giggles at your response before heading to the front door. You smile softly before catching up to him and grabbing his hand.

He locks the door behind you while you let go of his hand to unlock the car. You hop in the drivers seat, putting on your seatbelt with Foolish following suit. Driving to the Christmas tree farm, you and Foolish talked about the kind of tree you wanted to buy. Thankfully, you’d remembered to measure the area it was going to go, meaning you didn’t have to worry about dimensions.

“It has to be a nice shape” Foolish nods along with your statement before adding his thoughts.

“But it also needs to be kind of weird” that sounded perfect for the two of you, traditional enough but also unique.

“Perfect! I’m so excited” Foolish smiles fondly at your excitement before agreeing.

After 40 minutes and a Christmas compilation album, you’d arrived at the farm. You were bouncing in place while waiting for Foolish to exit the car so you could lock it, unable to contain your excitement once the smell hit your nose. He laughs at your excitement before walking around the car and taking your hand. One of the workers approached you as you entered, asking if you needed help to which you politely declined.

Feeling Foolish tap your shoulder lightly, you turn to face him as he points to the cafe. You nod enthusiastically before following Foolish. Deciding what you want to order, you ask Foolish what he wants before heading to the counter. After ordering, you pay and go to meet Foolish at the pick up area where he plants a kiss on the top of your head to thank you. The two of you chat mindlessly until you hear your name signifying that your order was ready. Taking the drinks, you thank the barista and hand Foolish’s to him before taking a sip of your own. You and your boyfriend exit the cafe and return to the entrance to where your future tree resided.

“Okay, where do you wanna start?” His question stumps you as you briefly skim the lines of trees in front of you. Deciding to start from the left hand side, you gently pull your boyfriend towards that direction.

Reaching the far left, you let go of Foolish’s hand to touch the different trees lining the farm. You take a sip of your drink, deciding this tree wasn’t right. Crinkling your nose, you shake your head before turning to Foolish.

“This one isn’t right” he gives the tree a once over before nodding in agreement.

This commentary continues for the next 40 minutes, both of you holding out for that perfect tree. You weren’t entirely sure what the prefect tree would look like but you were sure you’d know when you saw it. By now, your drinks had long been consumed so you were able to link arms with your boyfriend and get a feel for the trees at the same time.

“Babe, look at this one” you have a cheeky smile on your face as you point out one that was clearly not what you were after. He laughs before shaking his head at your joke.

“What about this one?” His grin matches yours as he gestures to a different one. The laughter dies off and you smile happily at your boyfriend. He kisses you briefly before retaking your hand and getting back to the matter at hand.

Approximately 10 more minutes passes before you and Foolish both point out the same tree. Both of you are excited to not only find the perfect tree, but also to agree. It takes about another 20 minutes to buy your tree and fit it to the car but you’re happy it’s finally time to head home. Getting situated in the car again, you look back at the tree once more before making the journey home.

It was difficult getting the tree through the door and into the lounge but you got there. Making sure it was situated exactly how you wanted it, you turned to Foolish to get his thoughts. He gives you his approval before you nestle into his side and marvel at the tree.

“I think we should decorate it tomorrow” you agree with Foolish’s idea, thinking it was better suited for a new day. You’d spent enough time on the tree already.

“Good idea, you wanna order food?” He smiles, nodding.

The rest of your evening was spent eating takeout and watching a movie in front of your new Christmas tree.

#foolish gamers #foolish x reader #dream smp #dream smp fluff #dream smp imagine #dream smp x reader #dsmp imagine #dsmp fluff #x reader #tales of christmas

[gardengobbo]

April 7th 2024

My hubs came home from work the other day while I was doing the bushes and raspberries and said my gardening fit looked like a low level RPG character that just puts on every item they find until they get the better, matching equipment. Not gonna lie lmao he's right. Not shown here is the old fur-topped winter boots I was also wearing cause the ground was squelchy and I don't have rain boots that fit 🤣

I wish I had a full body shot but they just looked dumb so you get this instead. The neon green are knee pads for when I'm kneeling. I'm actually a 92 year old man by the way. Speaking of, my god I forgot to stretch the other day and man were my gams unhappy about it. I remember to stretch a quarter the way into attaching the sunscreen privacy mesh thing yesterday though!

As well as the privacy screen getting installed yesterday, I also went and got another chunk of that tomato cage fencing for my raspberries and some more plant post things to hold them upright.

I actually couldn't find the singular green ones I was using, but the dollar store had some of these spiral drink holders that essentially looked like bigger plant stakes. Plus they're red and match the tomato cage fence!

I should probably actually look up if this is okay for them to be bunched this close but it worked okay last year so I'm just hoping for the best tbh. Though last year's grouping of them into clusters was done well after they'd started to bloom. I get the feeling they're just gonna grow and make space for themselves as they do so.

I did end up trimming them down a bit more too, despite the already started growth on the long main stems (Stalks? Trunks? I dunno.) because a couple of them were already pretty close to reaching the bird netting and I'd prefer them to not poke though it for as long as possible. I do want to look up how to manage the size of the damn thing this year though. Cause I don't think I really did any trimming back of it other than removing obviously dead branches.

I also got edging for the janky-ass garden bed and sprawled it out on the lawn to get sun and uncoil. I haven't been outside yet, but hopefully when I get out there it'll be straight and easy to work with. Cause today's singular goal is get that edging installed to move the peony. That's technically 2 goals I suppose.

But we shall see. I need to get moving aha

#gardening #raspberry bush #low level rpg character ootd

[veratasswrites]

Cross-Post of Writeblr Intro!

Writeblr Re-Intro

(Originally posted to @directionoftime - just moving my writeblr to this blog!)

Hey Writeblr!! I attempted to join the community a few years back but way too quickly found myself overwhelmed and ended up fizzling out >.> but I'm back now and hoping to make a better (less stressed out) effort! A bit worried I might have burnt-off some of the writeblr folks by just kinda peace-ing out, but I really do hope to make a better go of it this time around and post/interact more often! (I have so many writeblr posts to catch up on, yikes!)

About me: Vera (she/her) I have been writing consistenly for a solid 15ish years now, have a creative writing master's behind me, (and over a million combined words in fan-fic LOL) and finally feel in a creative place where I'm ready to (hopefully) start publishing, in whatever form it takes!

So, onto the point here: Novel Intro!

YES! Some of you (might) remember my novel Sauvarin - well, it's back, babey! And about 95-99% complete!! Currently on my last round of scene-rewrites and line editing before I begin the horrifying task of querying!

Only been ten years in the making, lmao >.>

So, what the heck is SAUVARIN??

TLDR: fantasy post-apocalypse featuring an autistic blacksmith who is utterly oblivious to the local boot-legger Trying Very HArd to be her girlfriend (pray for Yenn, y'all! She is being SO brave about it!) Said blacksmith, Isaura, is instead on A Mission Of Great Importance to inter the ashes of her surrogate father, Soo-young, in his childhood home town. Except, no one's ever heard of this town, the internet's broken, and she accidenatlly discovers that METAL IS LIVING NOW???

Why do all "simple requests" always end up being the most cataclysmic???

Want to know more? Please go ahead, if not, thanks for looking in this far :)

Well, on to major themes and elements! We've got:

NON-DYSTOPIAN post-apocalypse (we're currently living in the dystopia, y'all!), set in the near distant future where the vast majority of humanity has fled climate change to an orbital space station leaving circa 10million people on earth. The endlings determined to protect what they still can, raise their children, protect their towns, and face whatever magic storms come their way. But right now? They have food, they have community, and there's always something silly to laugh at!

It is a LOW-FANTASY, meaning we've got: freaky and intelligent animals! A magic so new to the world, most people don't realise it's possible! The corpse of god! Cool mushrooms! A darkness that watches YOU! Baba-Yaga (she's a scientist now)! Old women who Take No Shit But Absolutely Know How To Harm!

NATURE mutating - what it "reclaims" in some areas, it mutates in others, or simply allows itself to start anew. Nature in this novel is very much embodiying the quote: "you cannot kill me in a way that matters". Freaky deer. Metal predators. Plants that grab onto YOU.

NOBODY WINS, BUT NO ONE LOSES EITHER the head of Department for Zoology took one look at the "provisional government" and just fucked off into the woods (Baba Yaga). "The Hero" of the orbital space station realising what their heroism actually cost the earth in raw materials. The dead are returned, but not to the life they remembered leaving. Sometimes you do, in fact, find the ghost of a child in the woods (it's okay if you are not sure what to do next).

Well, that's probably enough for now. I'll do some character intro posts (as memes!) hopefully over the weekend - it's a fairly big cast with a lot of minor-in-screen-time-but-major-in-plot characters so it'll be a bit of a series, I think.

Any questions? Feel free to ask! But I will be moving all writeblr stuff/posts about this blog over to my new side blog @veratasswrites so if you want to follow the posts, please follow that blog!

I'll tag some of the old writeblrs I'd followed/who were so awesome and welcoming the first time - but if you're not interested or anything I really mean NO PRESSURE!

@ryan-shepard-writes, @writeblrfantasy, @magic-is-something-we-create

Anyone's welcome to be +/- tag list!

Thank's so much for reading! :)



#writeblr intro #writeblr #fantasy writeblr #sauvarin

[dbphantom]

So I rewatched ep1 and 2 of Trigun Stampede with my friend and it got us thinking about the upcoming plot/structure of the show, namely if we get a season 2 what's gonna be the catalyst for it

AKA we have a very specific wishlist for this show and watch it be thrown out the window when episode 3 airs lmao

Spoilers under the cut

No, seriously, those virus explodey things are a total wildcard. Anything could happen! It's so exciting! But here's our take (big thank you to @moscovus for being a great friend and nerding out with me tn):

We were talking mostly about the map and the structure of the world, and because July is still around and hasn't happened yet, if The Destruction will happen during the show. Mainly because it feels like the map will start showcasing the party's adventure across it as the season goes on, and we can't help but notice July is placed perfectly on the right across from our party's starting place, with an orphanage smack dab in the middle. Plus there's a landmark with its name cut off on the far left which seems... Sus. That or the version of the show we watched was just ever so slightly zoomed in. Either or.

So the main theory is that the season 1 finale will be the events of July and Vash will get his iconique 60 bil bounty at the end of s1 because of Knives, leaving season 2 (+??) to cover the already written events of the story. Basically s1 is going to be introducing characters (a little out of order from what we're used to, but still), getting us used to the world/story, and then setting up/paying off with the July incident. So maybe that will be when the whole plant/angel arm reveal to the audience happens in this iteration (or maybe that will be a mid season finale type deal). Then the rest of the main story events will play out in s2 (+?????).

We're thinking changes mean Roberto + Meryl will be in July when the destruction happens and most importantly Roberto will die (or otherwise be written out) as the end of his character arc. My friend suggested his arc being him becoming less jaded as they follow Vash around and learn about Love and Peace. Specifically, we think Roberto will die so that in season 2 (if we get a s2, that's the HINGE) Meryl will get a second partner in Milly because We Want Her Back

Also in general we've come to the agreement that even if Wolfwood is introduced immediately [aka next episode] if he dies this season it's going to feel like an any% wolfwood dies speedrun with how fast everything seems to be progressing. That plus how young he looks, we're thinking maybe we will get a timeskip (kinda like the 5th moon incident timeskip) after the s1 finale (again, hypothetically/hopefully the destruction of July) and we'll actually get to see him change designs bc of the super fast metabolism stuff. AKA this is our plea: bring his tits back.

Also, if July happens during the season finale, then Knives will need time to incubate and heal. What better time to do that than during a between-seasons timeskip.

Anyway. Yeah. Wishlist:

Season 2 pls we love this so much already and we want MORE

July is the season 1 finale

slow

Roberto dies/is written out and is replaced with Milly after he gets satisfying character development

Bring back Vash's 60 billion. 6 million sounds SO WRONG

Wolfwood doesn't die until post season 1

Short timeskip after season 1 into season 2 to set the stage for the 'main' manga plot

If July happens and Knives has to regen after getting blasted/bested then a timeskip would make sense right

Hhhh

Feral plant Vash please we love the feathery baby limbed body horror and cg is the perfect medium for this scene to finally be animated

Elendira

Please

Don't fuck her up please

That's it

Okay actually that's a lie we also wanna see Tessla, Domina, and Chronica animated

But not the truck scene please

Realistically we know our wishlist probably isn't happening given we got a trailer with all the gung ho guns fighting already and what looks like Knives going all-out and they probably wouldn't have animated s2 stuff for a season 1 trailer but man we can hope right? Like maybe they'll just introduce them all before July and Knives is just throwing a temper tantrum like he often does 🥺 I mean he's still gotta make the plant collective and the ark so so so maybe he hasn't started yet despite physically stealing all the plants so far 😭 like if July is the s1 finale then there can still be a big flashy fight and everything, he will just regen after during the timeskip between s1 and s2 like he does in the manga 😭😭 <- is not coping great, clearly

Also, just for the record, it's been a couple months since I've last consumed the manga and the og anime, so forgive me for any inconsistencies or incorrect info, my memory isn't the greatest. I only have room for borderlands lore in here

Odds are, they're probably not following the manga's story, or changed it so significantly that none of this speculation actually matters. We will see!! After all these virus injector explodey things are totally new, so who knows where tf they're taking us next. We certainly don't. We're just having fun with it.

Just as an overall thing, this is us assuming season 1 is going to be 12 episodes. If it's 24, then maybe July will be the mid-season finale and 13+ will be after a timeskip.

#No but like actually please give us a season 2 if anyone knows if a season 2 has been confirmed can they let us know #Trigun #Trigun stampede #Spoilers #Trigun spoilers #Trigun stampede spoilers #Cruddy rambles

[heyheyheyhaikyu]

WWC

fifteen- buy me dinner first (w/p)

word count: 600 ish

“What about me?” He asked with a frown.

“What about me?” He asked with a frown.

“What about me?” He asked with a frown.

“Mmmmm Nope! My heart belongs to my lovely and my lovely alone,” you cooed, dramatically throwing your arms around the boy in question. He just shook his head, gently holding you steady in his arms.

“Oh?” He inquired. “Does that mean I get exclusive cuddle privileges?” He said with a slight smirk present on his normally stoic features. His face much closer to yours then ever before.

You blinked at the boy, slightly thrown off by his bold actions, having expected him to push you away almost instantly. Though you were quick to brush it off and play along. “By me dinner first and we’ll see about that one.” You poked his nose gently, smoothly separating yourself and plopping on the ground covered with many blankets and pillows.

“Well, what do you guys wanna do first?” You looked around at your friends for an answer.

“We should watch a horror movie!” Kuroo said excitedly.

“Since when do you like horror?” Kenma asked.

“Well, you guys always hate on my suggestions, so I figured I’d switch it up,” he said with a huff.

“Okay, I’m going to get a snack before it starts,” Akaashi announced as he headed off into the kitchen. Kenma following behind him.

“Just put on whatever you want. We already know your movie taste is bad,” you said with a dismissive wave of your hand as you went to crawl over to cuddle the giant bear with Bo. He frowned and put up a hand to stop you. “You’re not aloud anymore,” he said, pulling the bear away as best he could.

“Oooo rejected,” you heard Kuroo snicker. You glared at him before turning back to Bokuto.

“Only my favorites can share the cuddles,” he huffed.

You frowned. “I was just joking you know. You’ll always be my number one, baby bird.” At those words he perked up a little.

“Though akaashi is a decently close second,” you said with a wink.

“Fine,” he said in defeat. “Come on over here already.” He held out his arms for you as he leaned on the bear.

You smiled and molded into his arms happily.

Once everyone got settled in, Kuroo played the movie. Akaashi was laying next to you, hugging a small stuffed owl, his head on your lap with you playing with his hair. Kenma and Kuroo were on the other side of you and Bokuto, quietly watching the movie together. Bokuto and you were both leaning against the giant bear, legs tangled together while Bo had his arm around your shoulders.

Everyone was enjoying their time together and you couldn’t help the overwhelming joy you felt in your chest. You leaned into Bokuto, resting your head on his shoulder with a smile. Everything seemed so perfect. You finally felt at home. True friends aren’t connected by genetics or forced onto each other. The wonderful thing about friendship is the seed planted with it. No mater the time, season, weather or anything, true friendship is always growing and fruitful.

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➪ Finally moving back to where you grew up, you excitedly start at your new school where your two childhood best friends attend. Joining their boys vbc as a manager wasn’t originally in your plans, but some things happen for a reason, right?

A/N: I didn’t edit or read this through at all, so hopefully it’s not complete shit LMAO. HOPE YOU LIKED IT EITHER WAY THO :3

#haikyuu smau #smau #haikyuu x reader smau #haikyuu x gn!reader #social media au #akaashi smau #haikyuu #akaashi smau series #akaashi x reader smau #akaashi x reader #akaashi x gn!reader #akaashi #bokuto x gn!reader #bokuto smau series #bokuto smau #bokuto #bokuto x reader #Bokuto x reader smau

[babiebom]

Survive the Night (i)

A/N: i wrote two chapters of this a long time ago and never posted it anywhere. Hopefully someone likes it lmao now that my obsession has come back full force

Tw:child murder, panic attacks, mc witnesses her sisters murder, depression, more warnings tba.

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Walking into the brightly lit place, as if nothing happened was already almost proving to be too much for Wren, and she couldn’t bring herself to smile even though it was her godson’s birthday. Being there was too painful, though it was technically a different place, an entire decade and a half later. At the age of 27 she should have gotten over the untimely death of her younger sister, no matter how gruesome it was, no matter that she saw it happen with her own eyes and escaped death by an inch. She shouldn’t still be waking up with nightmares, seeing that damned bunny suit everytime she closed her eyelids.

Her eyes immediately landed on the gigantic golden statue of Freddy Fazbear himself in the middle of the entrance, it took her breath away at how utterly expensive it looked, as if it belonged somewhere fancier than a kids entertainment business. ‘Wow’ she thought, letting herself stare, ‘He looks so much different than he did when I was a kid’. It surprised her at the difference in style; she had avoided consuming any Fazbear Entertainment content since that day.

Taking in a deep breath, she allowed herself to be dragged further into the building, which was more of a glorified Dave & Buster's. Her feet slowed the closer she got to the small party room, the place not big enough for any of the kids to run, but big enough for one or two of those stupid, monsterous animatronics to fit in and murder them all by trapping them within the walls. The screamed out bouts of laughter of children did nothing to compel her to feel as if the place was different, as if it was safer. She had heard about the children going missing recently, and though they obviously couldn’t tie it back to this place (like they couldn’t before) she knew that it had to be the same person that killed her sister. If only she had gotten to see his face. Somehow despite the rumors of children going missing and dying, the business never got closed down for long.

Forcing a smile on her face, Wren tried to pay attention to the words the newly turned six year old was saying, though looking at him made her sadder than she thought she would be. But still, barely holding it together is still holding it together nonetheless, at least she wasn’t sobbing in the bathroom after being inside the building for all of 10 minutes. His eyes were bright with excitement, and the gum where he lost his tooth was proudly on display as he quickly told Wren everywhere he wanted to play for his birthday. He gripped her hand and dragged her along to the party room, planting her in the chair to the left of his own grinning excitedly.

"I wanna go to Roxy Raceway!" He kicked his feet under him, eyes shining.

"Hun, ain't Roxy Raceway closed down still?"

The boy deflated with the news, his hopes dashed with the realization that he wouldn't be able to kick butt in a go-kart race. "It's fine though! We can go do other things, and whenever I babysit again we'll go gokarting somewhere else!"

"Really?"

"Sure thing bud, I promise."

"Okay, then I wanna go straight to Fazer Blast! I'm gonna kick everyone's butt!"

"Heck yeah!" She now smiled genuinely at the hyper six year old as he kept speaking about everything he was prepared to do before they had to leave. The place was like a kid's fever dream come to life.

"Okay kids, parents," Amanda clasped her hands together trying to get everyone's attention, "you are free to play until five! Then we meet back here so we can all go to the concert. After the concert there will be cake and food. So…go have fun!"

It took only two seconds for the children to disappear within the building, their parents chasing desperately after them. Amanda was already following after Joey, her being his actual mother and all, which meant Wren was left alone in the party room, still sitting in the same chair Joey had put her in. Now that the boy had stopped talking to her, she felt the calm that washed over her that her fondness and focus provided deflate, she no longer had the kid to keep her mind on him and his happiness only. Now she was free to wallow in her own regret and sadness.

Flashes of that night played in her mind and slowly they started to mix with the bright lights of the world around her, sanity was a very hard thing to keep in your grasp.

"Wren help me!" Cried the girl, her eyes slowly losing their light. Before she could move closer in any sort of effort, the head of the bunny suit slowly turned to stare at her. His mouth in a terrifyingly large grin, choking out an apology she took off, running for the closest exit.

There was nothing she could do.

"Ma'am? Are you alright?"

There was a boy in front of her, who couldn't be any older than 17. His uniform neatly tucked in, Ipad clutched in his hand. His eyes looked worried, and she could tell that she had probably been sitting there alone for much longer than she realized. Standing she nodded, wiping her cheeks and eyes before giving the worker a watery smile. "Just a little tired. Thanks "

He nodded and continued to work around the party room, setting up plates and cups for when the kids came back. The back of his shirt read Party Host, silently she hoped that he would be the only one even though she knew Amanda would have sprung to have all four robots singing Happy Birthday to Joey. She often overcompensated for his lack of a father in ways that made Wren's head spin. But what would she know? She didn't have any kids of her own.

"Aunt Wren! Come on, mom got tickets to play Fazer Blast!" Joey slowly came into view, his voice straining to be heard over the noise. Forcing her tears back down, she smacked her hands on the tops of her thighs, standing much too quickly.

"Alright! Let's play some laser tag!"

The game of laser tag went on for almost too long even if it was the most fun she had in years. Obviously she and Joey made the dream team and won king of the hill quite easily as she spun him around so he could shoot quickly. His laughs slowly eased her aching heart and racing mind.

She missed this.

The walk to the atrium to watch the concert was chaotic, the kids who were unhappy about being pulled away from the numerous attractions were simultaneously excited about getting to see the Glamrocks perform. It made getting them there difficult, and it made getting them settled even more so. Since Amanda had gone all out, their party was front and center for the concert, and being pressed up against the rails that separated them from the stage brought back memories of her and Amanda being teens at concerts of their favorite bands, God how times have changed.

Slowly the lights dimmed, and contrary to how Wren thought she would react, the child within her was simultaneously terrified at the thought of seeing the animatronics again, but also very excited at the thought that something in her childhood was returning, the good part of it before everything went to hell.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Fazbear Entertainment would like you to put your hands together for the one and only - Freddy Fazbear!”

Silently she applauded as the music boomed through the room, her heart picked up pace as the fog rolled in and the animatronic robots she hoped to never see again entered the stage. Her ears rang with the screams around her, it reminded her of her teenage years again.

After a couple minutes of standing through the concert, she hated to admit that the music was indeed pretty catchy. Her foot tapped in time to the beat as she felt herself genuinely enjoying watching the bots perform, they seemed more human than the old suits did, somehow this made her relieved and horrified. “Ugh, that bass player is hot,” she could feel Amanda’s breath fan over her ears as she tried to whisper yell loud enough for only Wren to hear.

With a grin and a quirked up eyebrow, Wren leaned into her friend, “the alligator?”

“He’s a robot, it's not weird!”

“Amanda!”

“What?”

“It’s definitely weird!”

“Whatever, I’m gonna see if he reacts to flirting.”

Laughing loudly, Wren struggled to keep herself upright. “You’re gonna flirt with a damn robot?”

“Might as well! You know they say the AI is, like, super advanced?”

“I heard. Still don’t think flirting with them is a good idea!” The two laughed hard, the sound of Amanda’s voice floating into her ears just under the music

After a pregnant beat, Amanda leaned in again, her eyes softer after the exchange. “You know I missed this?”

“What?”

“Us, hanging out. Granted it’s my kids birthday and we’re not slutting it up at some shady club, I’m happy you did decide to come here.”

“What else would I have done? Missed my godson’s birthday? He only turns six once, Manda.”

The woman nods and sends Wren a smile that she could tell was somewhat sad. A pang of guilt shoots through Wren’s heart as she thinks about the past few years, sure she had been depressed before, but nothing was the same after she heard the pizzaplex was being built and reopened. She fell into a pit of darkness and became an even worse friend to the only person she had, her only other one disappearing shortly after everything happened. She wondered for a short time if Micheal had heard that the pizzaplex was opened, and what he thought about it. It had been a while since she had heard anything about his family.

The concert ended much too soon as they were now being ushered out of the atrium and into their party room by the young party host. He seemed somewhat freaked out as they neared the room, sometimes looking behind him towards where the stage was. As the group sat down, his voice came out wavering, he wrung his hands together as best he could with an Ipad in between them. “Freddy and the gang will be in here in just a moment, they’re just charging up a bit before the party. The concert took a little bit out of them.” After seeing the parents nod all around he went to stand in a corner silently, pressing things on the tablet.

It was still a couple of minutes after his announcement before the animatronics showed up, the ground shaking with their steps. Wren could feel her heart racing before she could see them, she could feel the bile and the fear crawling up her throat at the thought of being face to face with the thing that killed her sister. Maybe not the thing exactly, but grief and fear weren’t really logical like that.

The closer they got she could feel herself having to fight the urge to scream out as if she were in a horror movie being chased by a slow moving killer. She could see Amanda looking at her worriedly out of the corner of her eyes, and though she didn’t want to ruin the kid’s birthday, she felt as if she would make everything very bad if she didn’t leave and hide in the bathroom as soon as she could. So, that’s exactly what she planned to do, hide in the bathroom for the remainder of the time that the large robots had to be in the party room. It’s not as if he would miss her when his attention is on them, hopefully everyone would watch him and the rest of the kids closely so they didn’t wind up like the others.

It was almost too much for her to be in the same room, though he didn’t look anything close to the Freddy Fazbear that she knew before. Thankfully, like she noticed on stage there was no Bonnie, though Chica was still part of the group. She looked totally different, cuter. Two new animatronics had taken the places of Bonnie and Foxy, and while the alligator was hot like Amanda had said, Wren wasn’t jumping at the chance of being in the same room as him, just one look at his claws and teeth made her more nauseous than she’d like to admit. These things were made to be dangerous, and no one would be able to tell her otherwise.

Her mind slowed as the things started speaking, and silently, she got out her camera to record, she at least wanted to remember singing happy birthday before she had her breakdown. “Hey little guy, I heard it was your birthday!” the alligator spoke with a vaguely cajun accent. Breathing out through her nose, she silently watched as the other animatronics went through their lines, trying their best to make Joey feel special. She quietly sang along, hoping her voice wouldn’t sound as frightened and hostage-like on the video as it did echoing in her ears.

As soon as the stomach hatch of Freddy opened she couldn’t stop herself from gagging. In a hurry she averted her eyes to look to the floor, she hoped no one would notice her strange actions. As Joey leaned in to blow out the candles, she had to bite her lip in order to keep from yelling out to him, and as soon as the candles went out, she attempted to make a bee line for the bathroom.

She could hear someone calling out to her in confusion, but she ignored them and continued to the bathroom with a silent prayer that no one would be inside. Forcing the doors open she headed straight to the sinks, uncaring if the water would ruin her makeup, most of it was waterproofed anyway.

Looking into the mirror she flinched at her own appearance, she looked more like a hollow shell than an actual person, her eyes puffy and tired. Frowning she splashed water on her face to cover the tears, her breathing escalating with each passing second.

"You're going to be okay, it's all going to be okay."

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #five nights at freddy's security breach #five nights at freddy's #the glamrocks #fnaf fanfic #five nights at Freddy’s fanfic #fnaf monty #fnaf chica #fnaf roxy #fnaf freddy #monty gator #glamrock monty #montgomery gator #glamrock freddy #freddy fazbear #glamrock chica #chica chicken #glamrock roxanne #glamrock roxy #roxy wolf #roxanne wolf

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Writeblr Re-Intro

Hey Writeblr!! I attempted to join the community a few years back but way too quickly found myself overwhelmed and eneded up fizzling out >.> but I'm back now and hoping to make a better (less stressed out) effort! A bit worried I might have burnt-off some of the writeblr folks by just kinda peace-ing out, but I really do hope to make a better go of it this time around and post/interact more often! (I have so many writeblr posts to catch up on, yikes!)

About me: Vera (she/her) I have been writing consistenly for a solid 15ish years now, have a creative writing master's behind me, (and over a million combined words in fan-fic LOL) and finally feel in a creative place where I'm ready to (hopefully) start publishing, in whatever form it takes!

So, onto the point here: Novel Intro!

YES! Some of you (might) remember my novel Sauvarin - well, it's back, babey! And about 95-99% complete!! Currently on my last round of scene-rewrites and line editing before I begin the horrifying task of querying!

Only been ten years in the making, lmao >.>

So, what the heck is SAUVARIN??

TLDR: fantasy post-apocalypse featuring an autistic blacksmith who is utterly oblivious to the local boot-legger Trying Very HArd to be her girlfriend (pray for Yenn, y'all! She is being SO brave about it!) Said blacksmith, Isaura, is instead on A Mission Of Great Importance to inter the ashes of her surrogate father, Soo-young, in his childhood home town. Except, no one's ever heard of this town, the internet's broken, and she accidenatlly discovers that METAL IS LIVING NOW???

Why do all "simple requests" always end up being the most cataclysmic???

Want to know more? Please go ahead, if not, thanks for looking in this far :)

Well, on to major themes and elements! We've got:

NON-DYSTOPIAN post-apocalypse (we're currently living in the dystopia, y'all!), set in the near distant future where the vast majority of humanity has fled climate change to an orbital space station leaving circa 10million people on earth. The endlings determined to protect what they still can, raise their children, protect their towns, and face whatever magic storms come their way. But right now? They have food, they have community, and there's always something silly to laugh at!

It is a LOW-FANTASY, meaning we've got: freaky and intelligent animals! A magic so new to the world, most people don't realise it's possible! The corpse of god! Cool mushrooms! A darkness that watches YOU! Baba-Yaga (she's a scientist now)! Old women who Take No Shit But Absolutely Know How To Harm!

NATURE mutating - what it "reclaims" in some areas, it mutates in others, or simply allows itself to start anew. Nature in this novel is very much embodiying the quote: "you cannot kill me in a way that matters". Freaky deer. Metal predators. Plants that grab onto YOU.

NOBODY WINS, BUT NO ONE LOSES EITHER the head of Department for Zoology took one look at the "provisional government" and just fucked off into the woods (Baba Yaga). "The Hero" of the orbital space station realising what their heroism actually cost the earth in raw materials. The dead are returned, but not to the life they remembered leaving. Sometimes you do, in fact, find the ghost of a child in the woods (it's okay if you are not sure what to do next).

Well, that's probably enough for now. I'll do some character intro posts (as memes!) hopefully over the weekend - it's a fairly big cast with a lot of minor-in-screen-time-but-major-in-plot characters so it'll be a bit of a series, I think.

Any questions? Feel free to ask! But I will be moving all writeblr stuff/posts about this blog over to my new side blog @veratasswrites so if you want to follow the posts, please follow that blog!

I'll tag some of the old writeblrs I'd followed/who were so awesome and welcoming the first time - but if you're not interested or anything I really mean NO PRESSURE!

@ryan-shepard-writes, @writeblrfantasy, @magic-is-something-we-create,

#writeblr #fantasy writing #writeblr intro #sauvarin

[screechthemighty]

Okay so. I do have thoughts on the TriMax ending, actually. Keep in mind I'm very tired rn and might have a head cold and I only read the ending once at like 3 a.m. on a work night BUT hear me out.

I think the ending works fine conceptually. I don't mind the fact that Vash is kinda sorta back in the same position that he once was--big bounty, on the run from people who want to capture him for it, Meryl and Milly on his tail--because while the broad strokes are the same, a lot of specific details aren't, and I think that's where it works for me.

Yes, Vash is back to being an outlaw, but if you think about it, he's also a lot freer than he was back at the start of Trigun? He can't use his powers anymore, which is really kind of a big load off his back when you think about how much trouble they caused him. He has his girls back, which is a big plus. Knives is gone which is...more of a mixed bag, so put a pin in that, but seeing how Knives was the root of a lot of Vash's problems, there's some benefit there.

But I think for me the biggest change comes when his interview (if you want to call it that lmao) gets broadcast and you see how many people are happy he's okay. All the people he saved along the way. All the friends he made. Vash has always had people willing to stick up to him, but I think in a post TriMax world, where he's not only been able to show those people his true face but his presence was instrumental to saving lives (and people know it!! He was the connection between humanity and plants and people saw that), he's going to have a much easier time navigating the world. Like, yeah, there will always be people who don't give a shit about that and just want the money, the Earth Federation is still pissed at him, but there's still improvement there. Not to mention the Earth Federation being there is going to (hopefully!) ease a lot of weight off the backs of everyday people, which will in turn mean things like "less crime" and "less financial incentive for regular people to turn Vash in" (see: the town from the first few chapters of Trigun Classic).

So on the whole, while the tone shift back to lighthearted is a bit jarring, I actually like the ending.......except for the fact that I feel like there's an arc missing between the end of the main plot and the actual ending. This is why I said to put a pin in Knives, for the record.

There's a big chunk of Vash's potential emotional development from those six months that we just don't get to see, and I feel like that's the biggest part of the reason why the ending is so jarring. We don't get to see him process the fact that he's still alive despite his losses, we don't get to see him truly process those losses, he's just kind of...back at it? Which, to be fair, he does compartmentalize way too much in the Actual Canon, so that kind of makes sense? But it is odd to not see that process, even if only in one chapter, to wrap things up. Like obviously I have no idea what happened behind the scenes, but it almost feels like this was all the story Nightow was allowed to write so he had to just wrap everything up in one go and move on.

So, yeah, basically this would've been a perfectly good, even great ending had we gotten like two more chapters to see what went down with Vash mentally during those six months. But that'd also be a tough sell, so I can see why we didn't. But I like the ending. If nothing else it affirmed to me that "March to the Sea" by twenty one pilots was the correct choice for my Vash playlist.

#screech reads trimax #incoherent trigun screaming #keep in mind I'm a bitch who doesn't like character death #and will always take an ending where the character lives and even implicitly gets the chance to heal and find peace #even if they don't explicitly find it at that moment in the ending #over one where they ''find peace'' in death which I have. Thoughts about but those might be controversial so #we'll just leave it at that #anyways this is why God of War: Ragnarok's ending was absolutely GOATed -