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How To Not Welcome The New Years (MHA)

(MHA Edition x Gn! Reader)

MDNI

W: Everyone is Aged Up (18+), Cheating, Angst, Hurt/Injured, No One Is a Good Person Including the Reader, (C: Bakugou, Shinso, Monoma, Kirishima, Aizawa, and Hawks)

Bakugou

He was always too busy for the smallest of things.

He was too busy to set up a date night.

He was always too busy.

He had no problem doing the interviews he hated but he had an issue if you asked him to go to bed with you if you wanted some affection.

Your relationship was wilting away right under him and he seemed to not care.

You checked out of it already. You were ready for him to end things soon since he didn't bother to get you a present for Christmas and he didn't even come home for the holiday either.

He didn't even bother to open them once he got home and instead went to his office to finish up some reports.

You thought that maybe he would try to put in an effort for New Year's.

His agency always hosts a party for the sidekicks and you, delusionally, thought he would take you.

He left you behind at home to greet the new year.

You called him.

He surprised you when he picked up. In the background, you could hear his friends talking.

Maybe once upon a time, it would hurt that he was prioritizing his friends but you were numb. It no longer mattered.

"What do you need Y/n?" He was annoyed. Maybe it was at you. Maybe it was because of how loud his friends were being. Kirishima could be heard in the background talking about some trip he had planned for after New Year's.

You dont remember the last time he ever took you on a vacation.

"I'm breaking up with you. I'll be out by tonight." You're to the point. There was no reason for you to prolong it.

He fell out of love and you were done with being in love with someone who didn't see you as worth spending his time on.

"W-what?! What are you talking about?"

"Bye Bakugou." You ended the call and began packing.

Your phone kept ringing as you packet. You turned it off after the 5th call.

You had an apartment already. You had it just in case you ended the relationship earlier.

You welcomed the new year alone and walking down the busy and joy-filled streets of Japan, bags in hand and phone turned off.

Shinso

He was so sweet when you both started dating.

He was attentive and patient with you. Never did he raise his voice even when you were in the wrong.

He coddled you and that was something you didn't mind too much as your relationship progressed.

It felt nice to be wanted and to be looked after but it began to change as you both got older and entered your respective careers.

He started snapping at you.

He was angry. He reminded you of Bakugou but he lacked the ego.

The once loving and comforting Shinso was now a brut who came home to get upset with you.

He yelled, he cried. He was frustrated beyond belief. He repeated as much to you.

"You wouldn't understand just how hard my job is." doesn't matter if you worked the same job or not, he always made you feel like you were not as hard-working or as overworked as him.

For the holidays he didn't bother to put on a happy face when you visited your family. He started arguing that you should have gone to his family for the holidays.

For New Years you had hoped he would've appreciated the reservation you made at his favorite restaurant.

You dressed up and made sure to make yourself look and feel good. You liked having an excuse to dress up, try something new, and see what might make him happy.

You both agreed to meet at the restaurant since he was out working.

And when you got there he was in his hero uniform instead of the suit he had said he was going to change into at the agency he worked at.

He was sweaty and dirty, and his hair had stuck to his forehead.

"Shinso, you said that-" You were cut off as he slammed his hand against the table, the drinks that had been set spilling onto the table and onto the floor.

"For fuck sake, Y/n. I just got off of work. Can I please relax?" He snapped at you.

You started the New Year crying. He kept muttering to himself about how upsetting it was that he couldn't eat in peace.

Monoma

He was gentlemanly with you. Always opening the door for you, taking his jacket/hoodie/coat off so you could wear it even if it means that he'd be cold.

He was always attentive even if he was self-centered at times.

As he entered his career he was bombarded with work all at once. He never had a moment for you and when he got home he would say he was tired.

You thought that maybe for the Holidays he would get a break but that wasn’t the case. He was working late, barely answering his phone and sleeping at the agency just so he could finish paperwork.

He told you that he would take you to the agency’s New Year’s party.

You were enjoying the music and the drinks, speaking to his friends and your friends when you realized he wasn’t by your side anymore.

You looked for him and in a hallway you found him kissing with someone who you knew to be a sidekick.

“Monoma” You didn’t know what to say or do. He jumped and pushed the sidekick away before trying to get close to you.

“Y/n! W-Wait! Let me explain. This is all a big misunderstanding!” He tried explaining but you were already walking away. He went back to the party and couldn’t find you anywhere.

No one knew where you were and he couldn’t get a hold of you. He started panicking thinking that you might have gotten hurt or worse.

Kirishima

Kirishima didn’t know when to quit and that was the reason why you loved him so much.

He was always trying to push himself to do things that he might fear for the sake of someone else.

He was scared to ask you out and when he managed to get the word with he couldn’t help let out a cheer when you accepted to date him.

Once he started his pro-hero career it took a lot out of him. Physically and mentally.

He was constantly getting injured and every time you had come to the hospital not knowing how or why he got hurt.

There were times when he nearly died and it left you distraught. You never knew when it would be the last time you’d see him.

And he refused to tell you what he was doing or how hurt he was.

New Year's was no different.

He was hurt and bleeding out after fighting a villain. He was rushed to the hospital and when you arrived to check up on him he snapped at you when you began asking him what happened.

You had spent so long telling him that you wanted him to stop taking so many risks. His health and life were on the line and he truly didn’t need to be making brash decisions.

"Y/n, if I don't do this who will?" He was frustrated and you understood that but you also dreaded someday not having the chance to see him again.

"Eijiro, please-"

"Y/n, stop. Just please stop." He doesn't want to hear you complain and he asks you to leave.

He hears the fireworks outside his hospital room.

Aizawa

He's always stressed out and that's how you met him.

He was feeding strays on his patrol and he saw you doing the same.

You started dating and it didn't bother you at all that he was absent often since he worked at UA and as an underground hero.

He made an effort to be there for the holidays but even if he couldn't be there he would make sure to tell you in advance.

The only issue with this was that he prioritized work and solitude more than being around people.

You could understand that he wanted to have his breaks in peace but it also meant that he would push you away.

It started bothering you after a while. You told him that you'd like to spend more time with him and he agreed that he could try but nothing changed.

UA decided to host a New Year's party for the teachers and students.

Aizawa went, not bothering to tell you, and when you tried getting a hold of him he didn't answer his phone.

You got into an argument when he came back.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to the party? I could have joined you." You felt hurt.

"I only went to keep the peace. Hizashi made me go."

"And you could have brought me so I could meet your coworkers."

"Stop it. Im tired and want to sleep, Y/n." He cut you off.

He went to bed leaving you to sleep on the couch as you watched the news broadcasters celebrate the new year.

Hawks

He played the role of an attentive boyfriend well.

He felt something for you, he knew it was something positive but he didn't know if he could define it as love.

He was always good at pretending so it didn't hurt to try and be your boyfriend.

It was a new relationship and he liked the affection he got from you. it was nice.

He felt appreciated in a way he hadn't been before.

Your touch, your kisses, your hugs. It was warm and inviting.

It all came crashing during the New Year party the hero commissioned hosted for all ranked heroes.

He was getting pictures with fans, talking with possible investors for his agency, talking with heroes, and all while ignoring you.

You understood he had his priorities on his agency but ever since you two started dating, it felt like he wasn't really invested in the relationship. Like something was missing from it.

When the countdown began, you tried getting him to join you out on the balcony. You wanted to greet the new year with him but he wouldn't budge.

"Give me a second." He said before making his way over to Endeavor and Jeanist.

The clock hit midnight and everyone cheered as they congratulated each other.

Hawks didn't go back to you at all. You left the party without telling him anything and just went back to your apartment.

He didn't notice you were gone until they started clearing the space and the cleaning crew started cleaning up.

He looked for you and when he couldn't find you he tried calling.

You never answer him and so he left to search for you before leaving you a last text and heading home.

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[d10nsaint]

LOVE SONG | Lawyer! Nanami K. x fem! reader

syn: Nanami Kento was your work partner. Nothing more, nothing les-said no one. ever. Request is here.

notes; HAD TO CRACK MY LAPTOP OPEN FOR THIS ONE !!! this is prob the most plot i’ve ever put into my writing… i’ll proofread tyis later (no i wont) can someone tell me the wc🙏

Nanami let out a deep sigh as he loosened his tie. It was way past the normal time he left, the sky dark and all the lights from the city settled outside his window. He would’ve left hours ago if he didn’t have to revise all of his notes for a very important case tomorrow. He’d been working on it for weeks, and losing this case would be a major fuck up. As he rubbed his temples, he heard a faint knock at the door.

“ I’m back,” You said, slowly opening the door with your back, your hands full with a tray of two takeout coffee cups and a bag of snacks. “I got coffee from the place a few blocks down, got some snacks too… just in case…” You said, muttering the last part, looking at Nanami. The man was a work of art, defined jawline, gorgeous veins and harsh muscle made him, turning him into pure eye candy.

“Thank you,” The man says as he stands up, stretching a bit before walking over to the little coffee table that you set the food on. “How much was it?” He says, his jaw slack a little, looking at how much you got. “I’ll pay you back tomorrow-” “-after we win this case,” You finish for Him, smiling while taking a cup of coffee from the plastic holder and taking a stride to your desk.

Nanami watched you, completely infatuated with your confidence. You were sure of yourself—not like Gojo—you’re the kind of sure that made 100% of his heart know that you two were going to win. He smiled at you, watching you furrow your brows as you quickly went back to work. He grabbed his coffee, and walked to your desk.

“May I see what notes you have?” He says, as a strong arm with a rolled up sleeve pulls a chair next to you.

He was going to be the death of you.

You were practically bouncing off the walls, Nanami almost struggling to keep up with you.

“I told you, didnt I? that we’d win?” You exclaim, cheekily stepping out of the courtroom. The other attorney—Hiromi Higuruma— walked out afterwards, with a long face and a deep sigh. He walked over to you, shook your hand, and then walked away, running his hands over his face. He looked like he was fucked, Nanami thought as he walked towards you after you shook Higuruma’s hand.

“I kinda feel bad…” You say, frowning. “His eyebags are at his chin. i’ve never seen someone with such sunken eyes before, either..” You cross your arms over your suit jacket, tapping your foot.

“Would you rather that have been us?” He looked down at you, both of his hands in his pockets. He was wearing a suit—like always, but he usually doesn’t wear the jacket, and now that he is, you kind of wish he did. Made him look sexier.

“No…i’m just saying,” You sigh, as you shrug. You sneakily smirked at him as you remembered one thing from last night.

“You still taking me out to pay me back?”

“I cant beleive of all places I couldve taken you, you asked to go to a club.” Nanami says, as he scoots a stool out for you, letting you sit. Ever the gentleman.

After making sure you were seated, he pulled out a chair for himself and sat down. “I mean, where else were you going to take me?” You retort, before you ask the bartender to give you the strongest fruity drink they have.

“I dont know… Maybe a nicer place.” He looks around at his surroundings, making sure that everything seemed okay to relax. After he calls over the bartender and orders an old-fashioned whiskey, he takes the jacket off, and It totally suits him.

“Like, a nicer place that serves steak or..?” You take a sip of the drink, and feel a wave of colors wash over your vision, and the taste of pineapples lingers on your tongue.

“A nicer place with a stricter dresscode,” He grumbles, as he catches a glimpse of a woman who’s top looks like a bra and a thong so high that he can feel the wedgie. You turn around to see where he was looking at with such disgust and start giggling. You order another one of those drinks, fully intending to get your money’s worth from Nanami. You take another long sip, as He finishes his whiskey, ordering another.

“Well, maybe next time, we can go somewhere fancier,” You say, shrugging happily as you order a third drink. Everything starts to look pretty and all the colors feel so nice around you. You down that one in a single sip and your body starts to rock back and forth.

Almost instinctively, Nanami gets up and holds your body upwards, afraid of you falling. He keeps a hand on your back and a hand on your stomach as he holds you. He looks at you with worry littered all over his face, and you take a glance upward at him.

“…you look so pretty like this, Nanami.” You say, a cheesy smile on your face. His eyes widened and his cheeks reddened, but he ignored the statement.

“Are you alright? I think you should stop drinking. Come, let me take you home,” He mumbled, as he used his hand to call over the bartender to pay for the drinks. His voice had a certain emotion to it—it was almost romantic, the way he cared for you. He turned his back for a second to get his coat, and slung it over his arms.

He held your hand as he guided you out of the club, calling a taxi over. Even when you two were waiting, he rubbed his hand on your back. As a taxi pulled up, he opened the door and let you get in first, then slid in.

He tells the driver your address, and then his. While you wonder why he knows it, you really don’t mind. You snuggle into his chest, smelling his woodsy cologne, and he doesn’t stop you.

“You must be so tired…” He says, as he strokes your hair. He adjusted his body a little so you could comfortably rest on him, although he was uncomfortable himself.

“You’re so comfortable…I always wonder why a man like you is single.” You mutter, letting your head comfortably rest on him as you fall asleep.

He sighs, and looks down at you.

“I wonder, too.”

#x reader #nanami kento x reader #jjk nanami #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk x reader #jjk spoilers #jjk

[glitzreyasblog]

Hi girl! Well i want to manifest high grades in my exams but sometimes when i pass the exam and then the teachers returns my papers i find them bad...and then i give up persisting, how do i fix that? It Also a problem with changing my past grades, it just the 3d circumstances triggers me and that would make me think that it impossible to change my grades. I Hope you see my Ask and thank you 💗

hey, anon, thanks for asking ! ♡

first, nothing is impossible. the truth is everything is available to you and everything is possible. so even if you don’t always believe everything is possible, know that the truth is that every possibility is at your fingertips.

I understand that the 3D can be triggering, I mean, of course it is! if it’s in your face 24/7 how could it not annoy you? but at the end of the day, as long as you realize that the 3D and it’s circumstances literally mean nothing and can’t do anything to impact your manifestations— you’re good.

also, the 3D is neverrrr a source of confirmation or validation. don’t look to it and take whatever it says as the last word. it’s not in the 3D, so what? keep going. There’s no such thing as giving up since you’re always manifesting, giving up simply means persisting in the assumption you don’t want.

the 3D always look at you for validation anyways. everything in the 3D comes from you because the 3D is you, there’s no separation! so don’t believe that the 3D can create on its own or that whatever happens in the 3D is set in stone. keep doing your thing and the 3D has no choice but to follow— that is a guarantee.

I really recommend reading these posts by @etherealkissed88 , as soon as I saw your ask, her posts popped into my head:

indifference towards the 3D

applying the law while experiencing the 3D

(I rlly recommend her blog too! it’s been incredibly helpful for me and allowed me to find success in my loa journey 🫶)

don’t look at your grades in the 3D and take that as a sign that “it didn’t work”. don’t take anything that happens in the 3D as a sign of anything. the 3D literally means nothing, so don’t let it stop you. the only one who can change your reality is you, so dont give up just because the insignificant 3D shows you something.

ps, it’s perfectly okay to have doubts. lots of people manifest even with doubts, anxiety, negative thoughts, etc. once you’ve decided that you have it, it’s done. nothing can take that away from you. so do whatever you want, interact with the 3D, while knowing you already made the decision that it’s yours.

and remember, the 3D can only change once there is a change in self.

aside from my advice, I’d also like to share my experience, because I used to be in a similar situation. I depended on the 3D for confirmation so much it’s not even funny. I’m proud to say that now my mindset is completely different and i couldn’t care that much about the 3D if I tried. what helped me the most was learning and understanding the significance of imagination. learning the importance of imagination and self was what changed the game for me. I was able to give myself everything I wanted in my imagination, I was able to fulfill and change self with ease and I had never felt more free doing so. It also made me a million times more sure in my decision that I had what I wanted. because why would I care about the 3D and what it was showing me if i had everything i wanted in the 4D— the real reality. so, if your 3D grades are bothering you then simply have fun in the 4D! what do you desire aside from the grades? Is it the satisfaction of achieving such high marks? Is it the pride you’ll have in yourself once you get the top score? Is it relief you want to feel? Do you want to impress your peers? Or is it academic validation you want? Whatever it is, give it to yourself within. and don’t just do that for the sake of change in the 3D, for the sake of getting something, do it because you’ll feel how you want to feel. do it because you’ll feel confident in the assumption you have high marks.

give yourself something to fall in love with in imagination.

another ps (I swear I’m almost done just stay with me😭😭) it’s also worth mentioning that you as the outer man can do absolutely nothing to change the outer world, nor should you strive to. the only way to change the 3D is to change self, change imagination. to create a new assumption which then turns into a new identity.

at the end of the day, it all comes back to the inner world. a change in the 3D can only be created by a change in the 4D. so you either make the change or get stuck in the cycle that is putting the 3D on a pedestal. the choice is yours.

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[certifiedskywalker]

How You See Me - Aemond Targaryen

Anonymous asked: hi i love you're writings so much, you have a way with words that makes you're stories so mesmerizing, i dont know if you are accepting requests right now but if you do will you write an angst one with aemond targaryen or daemon somerhing that has to do with betrayal or choosing the other side of war thank you.

You have always seen Aemond, seen past his title, and, for a moment, you thought he was finally seeing himself too...

He brought the rain in with him. Puddles gathered on the floor of his chambers, channeled in grooves between the packed stone brick. The little rivers rushed toward you from where he stood by the ironwood door, the peaks of his frame cast in the dark of the dim-lit space. If not for the shine of his silver hair and the ghastliness of his pallor in the torchlight, he would have been unrecognizable. Even sure that it was him, you found yourself calling out warily.

“Aemond?”

“Aemond.”

His name fit in your mouth too well. You liked the feel of it, how it felt rolling off your tongue. In a place like King’s Landing where all sensations, sights, and smells, were new, Aemond felt familiar. Perhaps it was simply the shock of seeing another child at court. Let alone seeing a child with an eyepatch. 

“Prince.” At the sound of his stern whisper, you peered up at your father, a decorated Lord, in question. “Prince Aemond. Title comes first, just as we practiced.”

You nodded quickly, nervously, as if you got caught sneaking a sweet past curfew. “Yes, Prince Aemond.”

“And,” your father continued, “the Princess Helaena to the King’s left. It seems that Prince Aegon is absent from court. A strange thing for— Oh! Now, remember.”  

His rushed, last-minute tutelage was cut short as the Lord and Lady in front of you moved from the sword-studded start of the Iron Throne. In their place was a spot for you and your father to greet the members of the Royal Family present. You swallowed hard at the sight before a guiding hand set on your back and pushed you forward. 

The closer you got, the more you saw of King Viserys’ mangled features: his grey face sunken in the cheeks and eye sockets with sores dotting his every stretch of skin. Though, it looked as though his maesters went to some effort to obscure the bloody splotches with salves made to match what you assumed was the pale color of his flesh before sickness claimed it. When the King opened his mouth to greet you and your father, you saw that his teeth were grey too, at least where they weren’t missing.

“By the Gods! How good it is to see you! The last time, I do believe, you were still Daemon’s squire, yes? And— Why, is this your little one?”

“‘Tis indeed, your Majesty.”

King Viserys beamed and you stayed as still as stone, unwilling to show fear despite the state of his smile. “Well,” he continued, “I do hope our children will grow close, strengthening the bond between our great Houses. Hmm?”

“Yes, yes, your Majesty, as do I.” Your father nudged you and your mouth immediately went dry. It took everything you had to wrench your gaze from King Viserys and look to the left. Helaena seemed unresponsive, light eyes dancing about the room, looking everywhere save for you.

“It’s customary to bow.”

Your eyes shot to the right, to Aemond. Prince Aemond. He was scowling at you, his face turned up in seeming disgust; but unlike the visage of his father, Aemond’s face, the jagged scar, still red with relative freshness, did not frighten you in the slightest. Your father, on the other hand, made a mortified rasping sound.

“Already a stickler for pageantry, my Aemond,” Viserys flattered.

“Prince Aemond,” you corrected. “Title comes first.”

The King laughed, though, with his throat full of phlegm, it came out more of a cough. “Why, what a match you two are already.”

At his father’s words, you watched on, pleased, as Prince Aemond’s scowl faded, albeit slowly, away.

“Aemond?” 

You called out to him again, stepping towards his shadowy figure. Closer now, you saw his eye gleaming in the limited light, how it was fixed on the floor, the racing drips in the tile. He did not raise his head as you grew close enough to touch. The untraceable distance between you was suddenly insurmountable and it made your stomach twist.

“What is it? What happened?”

Even after eight years of it, you never bored of the dance: sneaking through the Red Keep, tracing alleys down to the training yard. Your spot was always saved by the squires, who, faces ruddy with work, were too worn and watchful to make note of your presence. Hidden enough behind their slim shoulders, you could safely watch the Sers spar. Though, it was not for their cacophony that you made such moves.

It was for the music made by Aemond’s singing blade.

“Can you see back there?”

“Yes,” you hissed, barely looking at the squire in front of you hoping he would hold his craning neck back with the ask, likely assuming you were some other yard hand watching on. You perched yourself on the tips of your toes and caught a glimpse of racing silver. The crowd rose up in turn and you heard the dull, heavy thud of a leather-armored body hitting the packed dirt. Hoots and hollers resounded about the yard, bringing a wide smile to your lips.

“Aemond fell Boric the Beast?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

“Prince Aemond,” the squire corrected, his head turning to look at you, eyes wide in appalled surprise. You noted the scarlet cloths he adorned, the scattered ten pellets that echoed the growing reach of House Cole. “The Prince fell the Beast.”

“Yes, Prince Aemond,” you echoed, suddenly feeling a bit too seen and far too memorable as the squire studied you with disgust. He had marked your face for the ‘offense’ you committed against the royal family, but before he could tag you for it, the ramble of the crowd swallowed him whole. The men bounced and bobbed, eager for the next match, shouldering one another towards the center. You took advantage of the bustle and slipped back into the shadows of the Red Keep.

You set your back against the sun-baked brick and took a trembling breath. Eight years and simply slip of a name could—

“What are you doing here?”

On instinct, your body straightened, ready to greet a man of higher rank, to put on airs of simply being lost somewhere unfit for one of your station. You watched as the shadowy visage approached, all slow and suspecting. Quick to please by the grace of your father’s lessons, you bowed, folding your nerves in your stomach until they were nearly nonexistent.

“My Lord,” you said, dipping your form. “I find myself a touch turned around and-”

“I’m no Lord.”

Prickling fear licked your face until it started to sting. “I-”

“I’m your Prince.”

The figure grew close, allowing the stink of sweat and blood and smoke filled your nose, filling you with a strange sort of relief. “Aemond.”

You immediately melted in him, so fluidly that he had to quickly raise his arms up around you. The leathers of his armor squeaked slightly as Aemond moved, just as the sharpness of nerves eeked out of you with a sigh. At the sound, his hold on you tightened.

“I did not mean to frighten you, only play.”

“No, no,” and as you spoke, you finally met his eyes. With your head craned up against his chest, you were greeted with his jaw and lips first. That was, until, that he tilted his head down, and his bright blue eye drank in the sight of you. For a moment, you forgot you were speaking. “I- Cole’s squire, in the yard…he saw me.”

Aemond raised a brow, lips pursed in question. “And?”

Before you could respond with a biting urgency, he cut you off with a kiss, a ravenous thing that had you backed up against the brick once more with Aemond’s hands guiding your hips. You gasped at the roughness but found yourself leaning into it, letting any worry melt in the warmth of his mouth. Aemond nipped at your lower lip before trailing down the column of your neck.

“Aemond-”

“I will have him dealt with,” he grumbled, pulling away. “Even if he decides to feed the rumor mill, who will the people believe? A nameless face from a lowly vassal or the Prince?”

He held your gaze as the question floated in the limited space between you both. You thought of the squire, House Cole, your own family. A lowly vassal. The Prince. Yes, who would the people believe?

And it was like you were small again, standing in front of the Iron Throne, looking up at ten-year-old Aemond as he, so high upon the unreachable steps, scowling down at you.

Only, in the present, the wound that took Aemond’s eye was no longer raised and red. It was as pink as his post-kiss flush that roared in his cheeks. You reached out and let your fingertips trace the right peak of his face. Immediately, Aemond tilted into your touch. His lips grazed your palm, his eye closed, and you were back in yourself, all too aware of the tightening in your chest.

“My Prince.”

Aemond opened his eye slowly and a smile made his mouth into a curl. 

“My love,” he corrected.

“My love,” you echoed in a sigh, welcoming the easy breath.

Your hand reached up to Aemond’s cheek, but he jerked his head from your reach. 

He was already crossing the room away from you, his pace leading toward the small table nearest the window. There, perched on the marble top, were chalices and bottles of wine that glimmered crimson in the torchlight. You saw how his pale hands wrapped around the neck of one of the bottles and pour the Arbor Red into the nearest cup. You saw how his pale hands trembled as he took a drink.

“My love, you are soaked to the bone, let me undress you and-”

“No,” he barked, turning his back fully to you. “I need you to-”

He made a choked sound and shook his head, the damp, silver strands cascading down his shoulders. You watched his arm move, bringing the chalice of wine back to his lips. His hesitation made your stomach twist painfully and your breaths grew shallow.

“What do you need from me?”

“Stay.”

“It’s nearly dawn.”

Aemond moved then, his bare chest pressing against yours as he propped himself up on his hands to loom over you. Pinned between him and his bed, everything felt like silken sheets. “Do you answer to the sun?”

You bit back a laugh when Aemond ducked his head into the crook of your neck, his breath tickling the sensitive skin there before he kissed it. With him in such good humor, your reply was a teasing one: “I answer to no one.”

“Mmm, no one?” Aemond asked, pulling back. His head is cocked to the side, a smirk playing on his lips so deliciously. “I recall you answering to me last evening.”

You grinned and pressed a hand against Aemond’s shoulder, trying to push him off. He doesn’t budge, and his smirk widens with all the mischief of a young man enraptured. “But that is you.”

“The Prince.”

You push again, but Aemond stays still and smiling. Seeing no other recourse, you craned your neck up and kissed him. He hummed again, and you pushed in time, letting his bare back fall against the sheets. There was no sound of surprise, no break in your joined mouths. When you did pull yourself from him, Aemond tried to hold you close, your hips against his.

Any move you made was a move he allowed. “Aemond,” you pressed, warningly.

“My love,” he replied, his tone mimicking yours. You shook your head at his teasing, blamed yourself for letting his play chip away at the moment.

“I love you,” you said, redirecting your mind by focusing on his eye, how the blue shown in the early slivers of sun. “Not the Prince. You, Aemond. You know this.”

“Dōna run,” he breathed, High Valyrian dripping easily from his tongue. “How charming it is that you see the two as separate.”

“They are. You are different at court, in the yard, with your family. With me you are honest and unrehearsed,” you brushed your thumb along his lips, tracing his expression, “true.”

“True.” He chewed on the word before frowning. “Then, I fear I do not recognize myself.”

“Well, I see you.”

You leaned down and cupped his face in your hands. His jaw was hard against your palms and itchy with silver stubble. With your thumbs, you pushed Aemond’s lips into a smile before you let the corners of his mouth fall again. After a second time, the smile stuck without your holding it in place and you laughed.

“There you are.”

Aemond flexed his abdomen beneath you and moved to sit up, capturing your lips with his in a searing kiss. His hands rose up from your bare hips to your sides, before racing up to your neck. Against your thighs, you felt his body roll up towards you and the sensation sent a shock through you. A gasp parted your lips and had Aemond grinning like a fool.

“There you are,” he echoed, before kissing you again. “Now, tell me how you see me.”

His hips ground against yours as his mouth continued on with the teasing the skin of your neck. “Aemond.”

“Listen to your Prince- your love.”

“Go.”

“Go?”

You watched as he took another gulp of wine before he threw the empty chalice to the cold floor. It clattered and your stomach lurched in fright. Wine droplets dripped off the lip of the cup and melded into the rain storm Aemond left on the stone tile. Rivers of red raced about the room then, echoing gruesome tourney’s past. Or those to come.

“Leave,” Aemond said at last. “Go back to whatever middling plot your father was gifted by my King Father to buy his silence regarding my Rogue Uncle’s doings and leave.”

“Aemond-”

In a rush of silver, he spun on his heel and faced you. His eye was bright blue, burning from within itself as if dragonfire were his flesh. Through bared teeth and with a pointed finger, he growled, “do not. Do not- Address me as befitting your station or I will have the guards remove you.”

An ache filled you and tightened about your chest. “Ae- My Prince, have I done something to offend you so that you wish for my absence?”

Aemond’s flared nostrils shrank with an unsteady breath, as did the twitching of his eye. He dropped his pointed finger and straightened his stance. How different he seemed from himself moments ago, though, even then, unrecognizable.

“I am to wed a Lady of Storm’s End.”

Tears sprung from your eyes. “Do you not even know her name?”

Aemond answered with silence and the ache grew inside you like a tree. Its thick roots anchored you to the floor and wrapped around your throat. All you had was your mind and it was tangled, trying to find reason when there was none. You could not even find Aemond’s gaze as he kept it fixed to the ground, waiting for it to fall out from under you, you imagined bitterly.

“What,” you choked out, shaking your head, your tears adding to the small flood. “What happened? Please, let me see you.”

After a long beat, Aemond lifted his head then, his eye, no longer ablaze, found yours. “I am ordering you to leave.”

The ache began to change, burning itself into a plague of frustration. You dared to step towards him, and when he did not say a word, you took another. Then, another, until finally you could feel his shallow breaths and smell the storm that clung to him. “Let me see you.”

He took a breath and you saw his shoulders sink slightly as he replied, “war is brewing, and you- I need you to leave.”

“And your marriage secures the Baratheons as your allies,” you realized, taking a step back. “You’re playing Prince again.”

“I am not playing Prince,” he growled, his brows furrowing and anger returning to fill out his deepening voice. “I am the Prince, I was born for this. You simply elected to be blind to it, to my duty. Blind to this,” he gestured between the two of you, “and its predestined end.”

You nodded. “A lowly vassal.”

“What?”

“When the Cole squire saw me, you asked me who the people would believe: a lowly vassal or the Prince. I believed in you.”

“The me you thought you saw,” he spat, stepping towards you, closing the gap. You could feel the heat of him emanating off of him like the stink of a feral boar.

“I saw you,” you reached out with a shaking hand and pressed your palm against his chest before you brought yourself closer with one last step. “And I fear I always will.”

You leaned up on the tips of your toes and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. When you backed away, you saw red in the whites of Aemond’s eye, a glimmering threat of tears. Tears you knew he would not let fall, even after you had gone. Yet, you still believed in him, that maybe he saw himself, who he could be, and would allow himself the grace to move.

“I wish you good fortune in the days that come,” you murmured and made your way towards the door. As you stepped out into the halls of the Red Keep for the last time, you heard the thud of knees against stone and a bitten-back cry.

#game of thrones #got #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond one eye x reader #aemond one eye fanfiction #aemond one eye fanfic #hotd imagine #hotd fanfiction #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon fanfic #house of the dragon imagine #ewan mitchell #viserys targaryen #helaena targaryen #aegon targaryen #aemond #aemond hightower #hightower #house hightower #house targaryen #targaryen #targnation

[princesslayia]

earth 42 miles! X 1610 reader

warnings:   your miles girlfriend in both worlds, all characters are the age of 18, toxic behavior, italics is your thoughts, slight yandere 42 miles, cussing, google translate Spanish! (please let me know if i made any mistakes) miles from 1610 didn’t land in earth 42 instead you did btw!

summary:.Miles gets sent back to his world you try to use the go home machine setting it find miles morales. it does send you to miles but not to spider miles instead you land in earth 42. while in that universe you died as spiderwoman prowler miles being the one to kill you him not knowing it was you.so now that your back he’s not so lean on giving you.

‘I can move why can’t I move?’ I thought to myself as I look around the dark room trying to remember what happen.I look up to see uncle Aaron ‘’Aaron? wh-what I don’t understand how are alive? why i’m tied up? Please you don’t understand I need to get to miles needs me I have to help him’’ I say trying to get out of these chains. ‘why is this happening where the hell is miles?’’ one thing i knew for sure is if i wanted to live in neede to play it cool. I look up to see a figure on a beam in the shadows, jumping down the figure walks towards me. “’Good to see you princesa’’ the figure says in a deep but familiar voice. ‘’Wh-who are you?’’ suddenly the man takes his mask off revealing it to be “Miles?’’ he look hell even sounded like miles but he wasn’t my miles ‘’Look I’m sure your y/n is looking for you, so if you could please let me go i need to get to my miles’’the look on miles face change to emotionless to anger ‘’ You ain’t leaving me again ma, No you gonna stay right here with me’’ he said in a stern voice almost commanding. “what do you mean again? I don’t understand?’’ i look at him with confused look.’’To put it simple you died and i killed you i regret it  everyday of my life’’ I look at him in horror, He killed me? Miguel said this universe had no spiderman so does that mean he kill it’s spiderman?”I need to leave now’’ ‘’and whys that  cariño ‘’ ‘’Your dad is going i need to leave now please!?’’ Nah he ain’t my dad’‘ he said while walking close to me until we were in”ches apart.’‘Please you don’t under-’‘ His fits hit the puching bag hard swing me back and forth hard’‘I said I ain’t letting you go and i’ll be damn if somewhat be hero keeps you way from me again.’‘ he lightly touches my face with his claws ‘‘I think it’s time for you to go back to sleep Mi amor‘‘ “What’s that hey dont you fucking touch me get away from me!’‘ I scream and kick as i feel a prick in my neck.I fall slack against the punching the last thing i feel is a kiss on my cheek before hearing miles say ‘’Te dejo ir mi amor’’.

#miles molares #42 miles morales #prowler miles

[minispidey]

Hey - you said repeaters welcome so here I am 💅

If you’ve watched Scenes from a Marriage, I need ya thots /HC for Levy:

BEST FRIEND.

Jonathan Levy x f!reader.

Warnings: mentions toxic relationship, mentions cheating, does this count as cheating too?, angst, smut, fluff, swearing.

Requested by: @boredzillenial

Author's Note: bestie the gif u send is so MWAH cheeky beefy oscar isaac ass 🤭 if u dont mind, i added in a small story line because u swear this man deserves better. mira fucked him up smh (tbh i have no idea what im writing have mercy on me)

Summary: you're Jonathan Levy's best friend, always been in love with him even after he got married. But then it crumbles down and you proved that you treat him better.

MINORS DNI

My immediate thought is like: oh childhood besties with Jonathan instead of the usual teacher-student relationship. I think it adds more drama, you know?

Imagine being so in love with this man for years, but he's blind. He marries Mira and to add salt to the wound you were his best man, or rather best woman. Holding in tears because you thought to yourself 'Surely, I'd move on.'

You two grow up, still closer and you watched him make a family of his own while you work a decent job and end up drinking at the end of the day. Partners come and go, but none of them made you feel the same way Jonathan did. And Jonathan barely did shit.

You knew it was wrong pining for a married man, but you hoped some day Jonathan sees that Mira treats him like shit. You didn't want to upset him since you're his best friend. The one person who knew everything about him even after setting boundaries since he got married.

Were you surprised when Jonathan calls you over and tells you Mira cheated on him? Of course not. You called up a babysitter for Ava and went to hit up a bar, drowning in his sadness.

"What does she have that keeps you... I don't know... loving her? What's so different that you keep crawling back to her."

He couldn't reply. Jonathan stared at you, remembering all the times you two talked— the ones where he's always ranting about his married life, the struggles and the stress. You always just sat there and listened to him. You never straight out voiced your opinion about Mira.

"What else do you think of her?"

"She's a bitch. I mean seriously, you two have a daughter and she pulls this shit. Anyone— and I mean everyone can treat you better than she does."

You always did speak the truth when you're drunk. So this was different.

"You packed her shit too. If I were you, I would've burned everything she owned. Did I ever tell you of the ex boyfriend I had? Changed his shampoo to hair remover."

"That's a bit extreme."

"Your face is a bit extreme."

You always knew just how to make him laugh, even with childish insults. No words were exchanged between the two of you, Jonathan stared at you, scanning your features. Something about you was different. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he's just barely tipsy.

Next thing he knew, he kissed you. He realized that he loved you more than a best friend normally did. He was in love.

Even if it took your whole lives, you thanked whoever the fuck made him realize he loved you (me).

In the middle of your kissing session, he pulls away only to take off his glasses, even touching the lenses despite wanting to keep it fingerprint-free.

His daughter's asleep, baby sitter's gone. You two stumbled into his house, lips locked. Jonathan wasted no time getting you into his bedroom (well, him and Mira's bedroom) and taking your clothes off.

Not only was this the perfect revenge, this was a perfect moment. Your wildest dreams finally coming true.

Jonathan fucks— no, he makes love. He's slow, making you feel good. He's definitely a giver. He peppers you non-stop with kisses. You leave scratches and marks on his body. The pleasure is too much. You were happy that night.

The next morning, breakfast in bed and a kiss on your forehead. Clearly, he didn't regret anything from last night. Jonathan really realized he loved you and you loved him.

Let's just say that you practically lived in his house at this point. Mira comes home to find Jonathan fucking you on the kitchen counter.

"You slut-!"

"You can't say shit, you cheated on him you fucking cunt!"

You successfully landed a harsh slap across Mira's face before getting pulled away by Jonathan. He carries you back into his bedroom and he cups your face with a smile.

"Did it feel good?"

"Yeah. Been wanting to do that since she broke the mug I gave you if I'm being honest."

Jonathan kicked Mira out, and you two spent the night making love to each other. Jonathan was right— everything Mira hated about him, you loved. You were absolutely better than her.

Their divorced finalized, and Jonathan got full custody of Ava. You moved in and brought life to their dull house.

For your birthday, he bought you a piano... an expensive one at that. He loved hearing you play.

He's the type to pick you small flowers every day and you have an album filled with pressed flowers. Before you go to work, he would slip a sticky note in your bag and you would find it while working and can't help but smile.

You make his lunches. He's always liked your cooking. You were definitely levels up from pathetic dinner tupperware spaghetti.

You even pack Ava's lunch for school, making notes like

Have a good day, sweetie! I love you ❤️

For Jonathan, it's always confessions of love. Even if at this point you two should be married.

Love you for as long as the stars shine ❤️

He can't help but smile like a fool during lunch. Even brags about the food you make.

He was in the middle of a lesson when he realized he wanted to marry you. As soon as class ended, he sprinted to Tiffany & Co. and bought you a diamond ring that suited you.

He was just utterly in love with you. One day, playing your piano, you looked ethereal that he grabbed the ring and got down on one knee. He just loved you too much.

You two spent the rest of your days more and more in love than that day in the bar along with your children. He couldn't ask for anyone better. You were the one for him, no one else.

#jonathan levy #scenes from a marriage #jonathan levy smut #oscar isaac #minispidey requests

[hockeyisit]

Halloweeennnn

Hi everyone! It's been a long long long time. I have been looking at my account and have been feeling inspired. Here's a halloween story I just wrote. Absolutely no editing done to this so for any mistakes I apologize.

“Papi, please take us trick or treating tonight,” 

I let out a sigh as I clicked my phone off. I had been scrolling through different costume ideas for the last hour and a half as I waited for Auston to arrive home from his game. The twins were in bed hopefully asleep as it was pretty late. Auston’s game had ended only twenty minutes ago. I tough loss that I knew would probably upset him. 

Halloween was just around the corner and they had many different ideas of what they wanted to be. At four years old they had a different idea every time we talked about it. The hockey party was coming up. I had already gotten Auston and I costumes for the adult party but was at a loss for what to get for the family party. 

I stretched out on the couch as I pulled the laptop on the table to me. I was looking for superhero costumes. Kai had mentioned wanting to be Captain America. Noah had been leaning towards Spiderman. I had no idea what I would do for Auston and my costume.

Felix let out a bark as he sat up from his place on the floor. The garage door opened and in walked Auston. Felix immediately hopped up and went to greet him. I slipped the laptop off my lap as I watched the two. 

“Hey babe,” Auston said as he took his shoes off. He made his way over to me and pressed kiss to my lips as he slipped into the seat next to me. He grabbed the laptop and let out a soft laugh.

“These costumes look fun,” he teased as he scrolled through them. I let out a groan as I relaxed back into the couch. 

“Talk to your kids and find us a costume,” I told him. He let out a laugh as he closed the laptop. He wrapped his arm around me. I leaned into his touch leaning up for another kiss. His fingers slipped into my hair tugging slightly, causing me to let out a light moan.

“I will.” He said when he pulled back.

“Seriously because I don’t know what to do and the party is tomorrow. Aus, I dont remember the last time I procrastanted like this,” I said truthfully. The party had me completely stressed, with the boys indecisiveness and Auston not helping. 

“Okay, I’m sorry babe. I will talk to them tomorrow, I promise.” 

I let out a deep sigh as I nodded my head. “I’m sorry about your game,” I said softly. Auston shrugged as he leaned into me again.

“It’s okay. Will get them next time, now lets go to bed.” 

He nudged me up from the couch and together we went up to our room to get ready for bed.

—---

“Mama, I want scrambled eggs.” 

“And I want bacon!!” Noah screamed.

“Okay coming right up,” I laughed as I grabbed the ingredients out of the fridge. Auston smirked as he pushed a cup of coffee towards me. I smiled gratefully as I took a sip. 

It was early morning and a rare one where Auston didn’t have to go into practice until later. We were all in the kitchen preparing lunch. Noah and Kai were sat at the table coloring while Auston stood at the counter watching me and the kids. Music was playing softly as I cooked.

Auston walked up to me and pressed a quick kiss to my lips before sitting with the boys.

“Hey guys.” Both boys stopped their coloring to look at Auston. “So you know how we have to go to this party for Papi’s work?” 

They both nodded their head. “Well we all need to come up with a halloween costume,” he continued.

“Can it be anything?” Noah asked. 

“That’s a hard question to answer,” Auston mumbled causing me to let out a soft laugh. I had finished the food so I started setting it down on the table. 

“Can we be our favorite breakfast foods?” Kai asked letting out a laugh as he reached for the eggs. I let out a loud laugh as I looked at him.

“What do you mean bud?” Auston asked reaching for the pancakes. I took another large sip of my coffee we waited for Kai to explain.

“Well I can be an egg, Noah can be bacon, Papi can be a pancake and Mama can be coffee.” 

I let out another laugh as I set my cup down. I felt a little called out. Auston laughed as he finished putting his food on his plate. 

“That’s a pretty funny idea bud.”

“Yes!! I want to be bacon!” Noah said excitedly. 

—--

After that it was surprisingly easy to put the costumes together. When we showed up to the party everyone loved the costumes.

#hockey fanfiction #hockey imagine #nhl fic #auston matthews imagine #auston matthews fic #auston matthews #austonmatthews

[titan-senpai]

Death is a gift..

WARNING SPOILERS FOR ATWOW!! IN GENERAL PAIN AND DEATH

a/n : This is not part of the Killer Aim series. This is just a lil story i thought of. Get some tissues yall. i cried making this.

2170…. Disaster struck for the Sully’s

“Spider’s still in there!” Tuk yelled holding my leg, Neteyam looked at me hesitant he looked into my eyes one more time before diving in the water “NETEYAM” i yelled as Tuk hugging me.

Soon Lo’ak jumped in the water “Tuk stay here with tsireya” I said hugging her goodbye..”Please come back!” she said holding my hands i gave her a smile and jumped after them.

How naive I was… I entered the shooting ground. “You are an idiot Lo’ak!” I heard Neteyam yell. “We’re brothers, remember Sully’s stick together!” He said ducking down,” you both are!” said running behind a pillar and grabbing a loaded gun.

Soon enough we found spider, “Spider!”i smiled as i hugged him “No time for hugs Y/N” Lo’ak pulled us away from the front of the boat, running to find cover from the bullets “Jump in the water!” Neteyam yelled shooting them back, soon enough it was just the 2 of us shooting. “Jump!” he yelled as his gun was empty, jumping in the water realizing something was wrong, a sharp pain going through my stomach. “I’M shot!” Neteyam yelled as he came above… “LO’AK!” I yelled as he rode his Ilu with Tsireya behind him. I called my Ilu “Help me get him up” as i set him down my Ilu we quickly rode to Jake.

“DAD IT’S NETEYAM” “HE'S BEEN SHOT” i yelled before Lo’ak could finish.

We layed Neteyam down slowly as Jake inspected him. “Y/N! Your shot omg!” Tsireya yelled as he tried to put pressure on my wound. “It doesn't hurt that bad, please take care of Neteyam first!” I said , looking at teyam.. My world was crumbling… “Oh..Teyam.. it's okay please dont sleep” I said, holding his face to mine. “ It’s gone through..” Jake said as Neytiri looked at her Son who was dying.. “no..no.nononono”I yelled as I cupped his face “Y/N i-” he said with now his lifeless eyes. “NETEYAM..NOO” I screamed at the top of my lungs. just like that My world… my lover…my heart shattered.. Before I could finish thinking I tried to stand up.. Sharp pain hitting my legs as I fell to the ground and onto the sharp rocks. “No..” Neytiri held me close to her. “I CAN'T LOSE 2 I CAN'T” Neytiri cried out holding my body.. i was like her daughter adopted in the family… adopted by them.. “ Y/N NO!” Tsireya cried out holding my hand..while hugging Lo’ak one side.

“I’m tired..” looking down i saw it wasn't just a wound… it was multiple.. a shot through my stomach, upper leg and chest hitting my ribcage “Please Y/N look at me” Jake said cupping my cheek.

“Look at me Y/N .. Majake do something.” she cried out as Jake moved to holding his Mate in pain, I looked around me one last time.. before shutting my eyes.

“Cmon Y/N” Neteyam said to me running through the forest “Hey! I’m not that fast Teyam” Little me said running after him. Soon we reached the pond and I took a seat next to the waterfall. It was our favorite place to relax and enjoy life. “just like you said! right by the rocks” Neteyam smiled at his father Jake removing the arrow in the fish. 

Suddenly Jake started crying as Neytiri came from behind the tree’s “Why are you crying dad?” an older version of Neteyam appeared and I became older as well standing in the water with my feet playing with the fish. “I’m just happy to see you two,” he smiled as I waved to him, busy catching fish. Neteyam looked at me struggling as he felt a tint of darker blue on his cheeks. “I made her a gift, should i give it to her?” He smiled at his father with his mother sitting next to each other. They both nodded and held each other's hands.

Neteyam walked slowly to me “Hey i have something for you..” He gave me a handmade necklace.``i- It's beautiful thank you!” I smiled hugging him as he pulled me close.

The 2 of them smiled at us watching the scene unfold before their eyes. “They're with Eywa now..” Neytiri cried, smiling at Jake

“Life is a wonder, but death is a gift.”

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[mystargirl-interlude]

𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑬 B.H

Part two of mirrorball

Billy Hargrove x reader

Its not like me and him had anything, I mean we barely spoke and the times we did was when we were with our friends, but seeing him make out with her did catch me slightly off guard, but only because seeing people being so physically affectionate makes me uncomfortable.

"Oh"

Getting scared when I see them adjust themselves thinking they were gonna catch me creeping I quickly try to move away running into a wall

"Oh shit!" I mutter running into the bathroom rubbing the side of my face that got hit

<3

"Hey you okay? You took a while" Eddie asks when I get back

"Yeah! My stomach was just hurting" I reply

"You ready for sound check?" He asks

"Definitely" I reply smiling

Grabbing my guitar and heading to the microphone.

The people that know me there which is most of the bar start clapping as they are happy by my presence

"Hey guys, we are back once again" I speak into the microphone smiling

"So this is sound check and it's going to be super quick but we should head into our set super soon"

Strumming my guitar which seems to not be working

"Is this going to workkkkk" I sing jokingly

"Let me" I hear Eddie say seeing him come over to me re plugging my it pack in

Strumming it once more it finally works

"Finally" I say hearing the bar cheer I laugh

"Okay I'm gonna do some microphone tests" I say

not knowing what to do I sing a line from a song I played the week before

"Bar-t-t-tender" I say slightly laughing as I hear some of the customers laugh as they are familiar with the song

"Okay I think we're ready eddie dont ya think?"

"I think we are"

"Okayy let's head into the set"

Billy Hargrove pov

I brought one of the girls whom I cant even remember the name of to go out with me to the only bar i know that doesn't ID .

Sitting at the bar making out with her to get down sooner.

As we were making out I heard a bang and looked up but didn't see anyone there assuming it was one of the other customers.

Time passes and she's talking my ear off about god knows what then I heard a familiar voice on the microphone and completely tuned out the girl in front of me trying to remember where I heard that voice from cause from where I sit I can't see the stage, then it clicked.

Y/n?

Wanting to move closer I tell whatever her name is that the bar stool was making me uncomfortable and I wanted to move to a booth and she obliged biting her lip trying to turn me on

I didn't want y/n to see me so I found a spot to where I can see her but she can't see me.

Taking a look around the stage I see the school freak Eddie Munson standing my a keyboard and then she starts talking. Hearing her voice talk through the microphone was like hearing a siren talk to me.

"Okay so this song is a song I wrote throughout these past few days, and through hard times but those times made this song and singing makes me money so."

I hear her say and I chuckle at her words

"But yeah so this song is called mirrorball" she says strumming the guitar

I w ant you to know, I'm a mirrorball, I'll show you

Every version of yourself tonight

Her voice, smooth as silk and sweet as honey had me entranced by her, but that didn't last long as I felt the girl next to me licking the back of my ear wanting my attention. Shrugging her off she pouts saying "billyyyyyy, what're doing staring at her ugh do you like her or something?"

"Oh my god no can I not just like music" I reply tuning her out to focus back on y/n

"What the fuck billy we are on a date, ME AND YOU not YOU AND HER ugh I'm leaving" she says grabbing her bag and speed walking out

"Okay yeah" I mumble not even paying attention to her

Hearing the song come to an end I begin clapping with the other customers

"Do we like it?" I hear her ask and then hear the bar cheer in response

As she puts her guitar down I can’t look away

"Yay okay so this next song is a cover of one of my favorite songs ever, so you guys know Joni Mitchell right" she says and I hear them cheer once again in response.

Joni Mitchell was my mother's favorite artist and we listened to her all the time before she left and never came back.

I haven't listened to her since but hearing her name again made my stomach drop

"It's called for free!"

This was the song we listened to.

I slept last night in a good hotel

I went shopping today for jewels

Hearing her voice with the song made me feel a certain emotion that I couldn’t name ‘cause I didn’t know what it was or how to describe it

I saw her go around and sit on the bench eddie was sitting on and put her head on his shoulder

Seeing her so comfortable with another man makes me angry for some reason but why? We never talk and are barley even friends.

I’ve decided to talk to her at school more come next week.

Continuing to listen to her throughout the song was the amazing, I never new she could sing, it was hypnotizing

<3

Her and Eddie begin packing up and when their backs are turned I slip out of the bar quietly hoping to talk to her soon.

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[moody4world]

Tears cleanse the heart pt2

A/N: AAHHH FINALLY A PART 2, im sorry for the long wait :/ here’s the link for pt 1 to refresh your memory.

PT1

Label owner!jack x upcoming artist!reader

If someone asked you last year how your relationship with Jack would be now, you would have never guessed it’d be this way. The Jack you met that night at the industry party was a completely different person from the one that you now know.

After coming back from the restroom, the man Drama had been talking to approached you and simply said “I’m Jack” while giving you the most hypnotizing smile and offering you a hand, which you took and said. “The name’s y/n” Jack nods and says “Drama told me a lot about you and I was thinking you’d be perfect for my label. Since you’re looking for one, i’m sure we can agree on something y/n”

The two of you conversed all night and Jack even flirted here and there but you just chucked it up to his personality. The two of you made plans for you and your managaer aka your cousin to come to his office the next day to look over a contract and get signed to his label right away.

“Mo we have a meeting at 2pm with him to sign this contract but i dont know if it’s what I want” “Girl why are you overthinking this?! It’s THEE Jack Harlow hello????!” “That doesn’t mean anything to me though and you know that. I have absolutely zero knowledge about label owners. MY concern is them limiting my creative freedom Mo” “y/n Jack likes you, maybe even more than just an artist from what i’ve seen so just go with it and everything will be alright” Mo shrugged.

Walking into the giant building only made the moment more surreal. You walked up to the front desk with Mo in tow.

“Hello welcome to Churchill Records how may I help you?” “Uh hi, we’re here to see Mr. Harlow?” “What’s your name sweetie?” “Oh my bad it’s y/n” The assistant starts to look for your name in the system but seemed to be having a hard time finding it.

“Here it is! you said y/n, correct?” “Yeah that’s me.” “Okay then, take a seat on that sofa right there and i’ll just give Mr. Harlow a call and tell him you’re here.” “Okay thank you so much”

You and Mo took a seat on the sofa and waited like you were asked. Mo being the impatient woman that she is kept checking her watch every 3 seconds, rolling her eyes and huffing. After the third huff you couldn’t take it anymore. “Mo can you stop?” “Y/n who does he think he is having us wait all this time? We got shit to do.” You looked at Mo with a ‘really?’ face knowing all too well that you did not have any other meetings today. “You’re hungover from last night aren’t you?” You could see her about to get defensive when the familiar voice of Jack himself interrupted you guys’ mini argument.

“There she is!” More like there HE was. Jack looked more attractive than you remembered from last night and no it wasn’t the tight fitted suit and the silver watch and the shiny rings. Sure those added to it but his energy was so captivating. Maybe it’s cause he was in his element, i mean this is the Churchill Records HQ after all. He had his arms open wide to receive you and Mo. Jack gave you a tight hug and good God did he smell good. You didn’t even notice that the two of you were hugging for a bit too long or the fact that jacks hand was a bit lower than what is deemed professional until Mo cleared her throat loudly. You quickly broke away from the hug and introduced Mo. “Oh sorry this is my manager and cousin, Monifa or Mo for short.” Jack shakes Mo’s hand and the two of you follow him up to his office. The elevator ride was awkwardly quiet but thankfully fast.

Once in his office Jack offered you and Mo to take a seat across from him and so you did. The office walls were covered in golden and diamond records and shelves full of awards. “Okay so let’s get down to business. I got the contract ready, just like we discussed yesterday i just need you to sign it and we’re set.” Jack immediately took out a contract of four long pages and a copy sliding them towards you along with a pen. Mo grabbed the pen right away with no hesitation, making you very nervous. “Woah woah wait Mo, we should read it first.” you suggested apprehensively. Both Mo and Jack found your reaction a bit dramatic but only Jack tried to hide it.

“Look y/n. You are extremely talented. You’ve got a beautiful voice, a great ear for music. Your beats, your instrumental skills are out of this world good. You’re doing an amazing job at promoting yourself but you can only do so much with the amount of recourses and connections you have on your own. With my help, it can only get better from here. America knows you but the world deserves to know you, hear that beautiful voice and experience your talents. Having tiktok hits is cool and all but i can get you to the grammy’s y/n. You’re too beautiful to let all these opportunities go to waste. You were born to be a star y/n, trust me.”

“Y/n i already told you, this is THEE Jack Harlow. He knows what he’s doing.” Jack simply nodded in agreement to what Monifa said while not taking his bright blue eyes off of your concerned brown ones. With a small sigh you grab the pen and sign. One page after the other. Giving away one piece of freedom after the other.

Everything that came after that seemed like a dream. Major photoshoots, interviews, red carpets and award shows. More hits, more recognition and more love. Not just fan love but romantic love as well. You know you shouldn’t have but you had caught feelings for Jack and needless to say, he had caught feelings for you too. You were at his luxury condo more than you were at your own apartment. The two of you were inseparable to say the least. Yet sadly, dreams don’t last forever.

Jack would be your date to red carpets and award shows but never confirmed any suspicions or rumors of you guys dating. Jack claimed he wanted to maintain his professional image and dating his newest signed artist would tarnish his reputation. He would treat you like any other one of his artists in public but behind closed doors you were his everything, sometimes at least. Constant gifts, private baecations, surprise bouquets and the list goes on. It all seems like unicorns and rainbows but that was just the good days. All of those things were simply used to distract you from the real him. After signing the contract, Jack became the main one in control of your career. Needed to be styled? Jack. Needed a music video director? Jack. Needed a producer? Jack. Needed a co-writer? You guessed it, mother effing Jack.

Any mainly male position in your team was done or taken by Jack. At first you chucked it up to him being involved and making sure things were going how he planned but as time went on it only became overbearing. Brent Faiyaz contacted you for a collaboration and you were over the moon. All your excitement was turned down when Jack denied the request once you told him about it. Jack knew that Brent has been one of your absolute favorite artists for a long time and it’s been a dream of yours to collab with someone as talented as him.

“I don’t care if you make that pouty face y/n, no means no.” He said seriously, barely batting an eye at how your once excited expression completely did a 180. And that’s when you lost it. “Why don’t you ever let me collab with the people i want? You’re so controlling and overbearing, you know that?!” Jack simply kept writing in his planner and ignoring you, only causing you to get more angry. You snatch his pen out of his hand and continued with your fed up rant. “You never listen to what i want, you always ignore my ideas and you treat me like absolute dog shit when we’re in private unless you want something from me. At first I thought it’s because you want what’s best for me but you only care about your damn self. You’re a selfish piece of shit Jackman!”

Thats when Jack aggressively got up from his chair, banging his palms on his desk and yelling at you causing you to flinch in fear. “YOU DON’T KNOW A SINGLE THING OF BEING SELFISH. EVERYTHING I HAVE DONE HAS BEEN FOR YOU AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME Y/N?!”

You were frozen in complete fear. Jack had never and i mean NEVER raised his voice at you before. Tears brimmed your eyes as you stared at the man you once saw as your prince charming but now all you could see was the dragon trapping the princess in the tower.

Jack immediately regretted what he had done once he noticed the fear in your eyes. He slowly walked around the desk and pulled you into a hug. He could feel you getting tense and that only broke his heart. The last thing he wanted was for you to fear him. But at least now he knew you wouldn’t dare to question him again. After the incident you had called Mo as soon as you got in the car. The tears you tried so hard to hold back came rushing down as soon as she picked up your call. “Hello? y/n are you crying? What happened?” All you could do was sob. “Mo i can’t do this. I really don’t like this anymore.”

Monifa huffed at your cries since it was not the first time you called her crying with these exact same sentences. “Y/n you do this every month. You wanted to be a celebrity didn’t you? Nobody said it was easy.” “Mo this isn’t like the other times okay. Jack yelled at me and i’m really scared.”

A silence reigned in your car as Mo kept quiet, only your occasional sniffles being heard. “Well did he hit you?” If Mo was in person right now she would’ve seen the shock and confusion on your face towards her reaction. Did she really just ask that right now…

“No…” “Then girl suck it up, he’s your label owner and according to the contract that YOU signed, what he says goes.” Oddly enough, the beep you heard after her reply hurt you more than the words Jack threw at you only a few minutes ago. A couple weeks after your contract signing you noticed your relationship with Monifa getting weirder and weirder. The two of you were practically sisters with how you were raised. You looked up to her in many ways especially since she was a few years older than you. You don’t know where things went wrong but she was no longer the nurturing and caring big sister figure she once was to you. Instead she was cold, distanced and always defended Jack’s actions claiming it’s part of your contract.

Speaking of said contract, you never even got the chance to read it. As soon as it was signed Mo had stuffed your copy in her purse and you never saw it again. In retrospect it’s odd but in that moment it hadn’t raised any suspicions.

As time went on you only became more compliant and submissive to Jack’s orders. Whatever Jack says, goes but oddly enough you only became more clingy to him. Monifa was your only family in Atlanta and that relationship hasn’t been the same. You felt lonely and Jack was the only one there to help. Jack thought that this is exactly what he wanted. For you to only have and depend on him and nobody else but he quickly realized that he was wrong.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jackman thomas harlow #moody4world #moody fics

[shwarmii]

You know the books and like Clarisse and I haven't read the books yet, so maybe you can explain something for me? They say the gods don't always claim their kids especially if they don't have 'glory' yet, and they say (and I see on tumblr) that Ares doesn't like his girls, and he's overly mean and almost abusive to Clarisse, but she's HIS.

Does it ever say when/why he claimed her? Was it a possession thing even though he doesn't at first like her or approve of her? Did she do something special and he went yup that's my kid I guess?

this ask is referencing this post

oooooh, okay, uh... important things to note: (1) i have chronic memory loss, (2) i havent read these books in years, so let's see how i do from what i remember lmao

regardless, thank you for asking me a question! very sweet that you thought id have the answer

the answer will be a bit of a spoiler in terms of world-building, so lemme just

⚠️ pjo world-building + mild plot spoilers below ⚠️

so, the last book in the first series ("Percy Jackson and the Olympians") reveals most of the unclaimed kids are actually the demigod children of minor gods

these minor gods were implied to have been fearful of what might happen to their kids if their kids were claimed. because then, their kid would need their own cabin, and a minor god getting a set-up right next to the big 12 could cause anyone in said big 12 to percieve that act as a slight, and might take out that fury on either the said minor god in question OR their newly claimed kid. not even Hestia had a cabin for her kids, and she used to be in the main 12 until she stepped down for Dionysus to be amongst the big 12 instead (when the minor gods are allowed cabins, she gets cabin 21). Percy Jackson is the one who makes the demand that every god claims their kid within a time-frame of arriving at Camp Halfblood, which then gives the minor gods a pass to claim their kid without being worried they or their child will be punished for doing so

Riordan makes this a very small reveal, considering how important it is. but Percy isn't friends with any unclaimed kids really, all the people Percy meets who are new to Camp get claimed within the book they are introduced in. so there's no one to really be our emotional throughline for that reveal, nobody for fans to theorize who such-and-such's godly parent might be. it takes up only a few paragraphs, unfortunately, not much; definitely not a full chapter. i dont remember if there were any stragglers from the big 12's kids who had been unclaimed up to that point? i dont think there were many, if any. it sets up and disillusions in one go that the whole "you get claimed if you are worthy" as having been an assumption the kids made to find "logic" (in a self-deprecation way, similar to how divorced kids or kids of a single parent may "logic" their parental situatuon as their own fault) to their unclaiming

however, the toxic notion of "achieve glory = godly parental attention" is still prevelant in the claimed kids too. it is why Clarisse targets Percy; he comes into camp having already fought a minotaur and won? him doing that sets off her insecurities about not being worthy and makes her jealous, which is why she goes after him so often before Percy's first quest. there's very few chances for kids at camp Halfblood to prove themselves, unless they leave; and they only can leave by either sneaking out (and dying, or at least risking death) or going on a quest (which also risks their deaths). so any chance to prove themselves for glory, in friendly or unfriendly ways, is highly covetted

i mention this because Clarisse HAS proven herself to her dad in some way. her electric spear is from Ares. now, because we dont get a lot of gossip about WHY Ares gave her a gift (esp since he isnt the gift-giving sort. he values violence/battle prowress, strategy, and victory (regardless of if that is an "honorable victory" or not)). she likely proved herself in an above-average way from her cabin-mates but not in a legendary way. if it had been legendary, we wouldve heard about how she got her spear when people were warning Percy about Clarisse. and we know Clarisse didn't earn her spear as a reward for a quest (or as "good luck" gift before a quest), because Clarisse's first quest comes in a later book. but yeah, makes it all the harsher in this world where it is so hard to get godly parental attention that Percy broke the one token of it that Clarisse had (and, no, Ares never replaced it. tho Clarisse does get a new spear called "Maimer"; but all the kids, including her cabin-mates, call it "Lamer" behind her back unfortunately), and Percy breaking her spear definitely adds to her hatred of him. so Clarisse HAS proven herself to her dad once. and it is unlikely that she did something so great that he claimed her and gave her a spear in one go. so the two (her being claimed and her getting the spear) are likely unrelated events

now, did she prove herself in order to get claimed? perhaps. the big 12 gods tend to claim their kids as a reward within their first year or less of being there (fucked up that Poseidon chose "good job humilating that Ares girl who misdirected her anger to be at you" for Percy's, but okay). it isnt until Percy Jackson wins the war that he demandingky bargins for all gods to claim their kids. but yeah, out of the big 12 (minus the Big Three, minus Artemis, and minus Hera = 7 gods), they all are decently prompt when it comes to their own kids. they are implied ot have been, at least. again, very few stragglers, if any, that were not the demigods of minor gods within the books

Dionysus especially was prompt (bc he is AT the camp). which, i know this is a tangent, but i gotta talk about Dionysus as a godly parent because the books barely do. but part of his punishment regarding being exiled to Camp Halfblood isnt just about his punishment being no throwing parties and no Olympus. his punishment is his own kids, and not in the way that initially sounds. Camp Halfblood kids dont live long. theyre considered lucky to make it to college-age, and absurdly lucky to get to their 30s. Percy himself never imagines himself getting older. this fucked up lifespan is resolved in many ways thanks to the "Heroes of Olympus" series. but, before then? Dionysus' exile is about being forced to be a present figure in his kids' life and watch them all die tragically young, being forced to help bury them. he's actually very traumatized from it all. he even begs Percy at one point to keep an eye out for any Dionysus kids during the war's final battle; and he even runs up to some of his kids who survived (i think? it was his twin girls?) and hugs them, crying. we dont get to know any of Dionysus' kids through virtue of none of them being friends of Percy, so we don't get to really know how Dionysus is like as a parent, especially as a godly one that is very present in his kids' lives. we get glimpses of him in the background, and for a guy who misdirects all his bitter anger about his exile onto the campers who are not his kid... he sounds lovely to his own kids? idk, thats at least from what i remember. shitty and bitter to other kids at camp, very loving in a quiet and traumatized way to his own. its not an excuse but it does make sense. (its also why he hates Percy; his presence means dangerous things will happen as long as he is alive, which therefore puts his own kids in danger. ...maybe thats why Percy isnt friends with any of Dionysus' kids, maybe he forbade them from getting close to Percy? idk)

but yeah, the big 12 are all p good about claiming their kids in the book, in retrospect once its revealed that the unclaimed children are largely the minor gods' kids. the timeline Percy forces them into does demand they somewhat untangle the "claimed as a reward" aspect too which is nice, they now just have to claim their kids p much as they are (unless their kid doesnt something great FAST), and not during a moment where it is good for the godly parent's image to be associated with this "moment of glory"

that being said, that doesn't mean Ares is a good dad in the books. the one moment we do see Ares and Clarisse together is in a later book, and she is uncomfortable in his presence and one time even flinches around him. i dont think Ares physically abuses his kids, mostly because i dont think he is present enough in any of his kids' lives to find a fucked up "reason" to hit them (i would not be surprised if the flinch and whatnot was from a sparring match gone too rough the last time they met tho). i think it is more so a flinch because Mrs. La Rue likely has gone after similar men to Ares, therefore making visual markers of Ares (eg. a leather jacket, motorcycle, etc) triggers to Clarisse's mind to be on guard as these other men have been unpredictable and/or abusive; and Ares hasnt been around Clarisse enough for her to trust him not to be the same nor does she trust him enough to be comfortable in general around him (as it's an Event when her dad shows up, not just some Tuesday). and that's in the books. thats not accounting for the tv show deciding "Clarisse will never be good enough to Ares because she is not one of his sons" (which i think makes sense in a representation point of view; but i also think it makes less sense sense about Ares specifically. because Athena is also a god of war, and theres even evidence that Aphrodite is/was a god of war when she was initially worshipped, so Ares is aware of women being equal and capable; Ares was also the patron of Sparta, which was the city-state with the most rights for women, one of which was that it was only one that allowed women to protect themselves against their husbands. and you could also argue, due to some of his actions in his legends, that Ares protected mistreated women. however, "Percy Jackson and the Olympians" states that Olympus' move to New York meant that the gods changed to better reflect their enviroment, and Ares is the most likely best-fit to represent the Western/American brand of toxic masculinity. so. his depiction in the books works well enough for a man still in an affair with Aphrodite who upholds glory in battle as the pinnacle of human greatness, and his built-up depiction in the show to be more abusive and sexist does and doesnt make sense. i care more about representation and a good story than i do have Ares be academically perfect to how we understand his lore to have made him out to be, personally). but yeah, in both versions, he's been set up as a shitty dad. he's inattentive and lacking self-awareness at best (and, again, is still actively having an on/off affair with Aphrodite, which no doubt complicates his kids' feelings for him the same way any irl dad cheating and/or paying more attention to his girlfriend than to his kids would) in the books. which does then feed into Clarisse's relationship with him. Ares, like many of the gods, sees their kids as extentions or representations of themselves. so its good when things are good and you make them proud, but then anything you do badly then "reflects badly on them too" which can be really damaging to a kid

the only gods we see as exempt from this mindset of extension/representation (other than obviously Hera and Artemis, as neither have any biological demigod children. Artemis does have her mistresses of the hunt tho) is arguably Dionysus as aforementioned, kind of Poseidon as he keeps trying to connect with Percy (also maybe Hades for the same? we don't see him a lot, so it is hard to tell), as well as Apollo kind of? Apollo had his initial personality kind of backtracked and retroactively better-dad-ified, as he got his own POV book series ("The Trials of Apollo"), which includes a very heartfelt scene for when he got reunited with his son, Will Solace. so the gods arent terrible parents with all the same ideaologies, but they are absent more than they are present (with the exception of Dionysus, whose punishment is to be present and get attached 💔 not an encouraging move, guys)

which brings up another important point: that we dont really get other points of view in the first series, Percy is all we get. and though Clarisse is his ally (i love that Riordan did not have her betray the camp for the war in the first series. she just doesnt fucking like Percy lol), she is his most argumentative ally. in order for the reader to know Clarisse's backstory and know if she had to earn her claiming or not (which again: i dont think she had to. she may have been manipulated to think she did tho via the whole "i will claim you as a reward/i will claim you when it makes me look good and i can have some of your spotlight" bit), as well as learn how she earned her electric spear from Ares that Percy broke, Clarisse or someone close to her would have to sit down and tell Percy about it. and Clarisse wouldnt do that because she is not close with Percy; and nobody close to Clarisse would do that because they know Clarisse would feel betrayed if they talked about her private stuff to anybody, Percy or otherwise. all we really know about Clarisse La Rue's backstory is she was born in Phoenix, Arizona; and the satyr who led her to Camp Halfblood was Gleeson Hedge. that's it.

and i have a lot of complaints about how Rick Riordan writes (mostly how he writes women and people of color, especially women of color. but other parts of his writing does suck too). and part of the novel aspects of the new show is it allows "Percy Jackson and the Olympians" have a new re-write with a team of writers (which does still include Riordan), so there are likely things that will be changing. hopefully, unclaimed children will have a spotlight (i would love to have a show-exclusive character be unclaimed, but thats unlikely to happen). again, i havent seen the show yet, but it is possible that they will not follow the books in the aforementioned claiming details and will instead go "no, all claimings happen in a moment of glory", rather than "it was going to happen if you were a kid of the main 12 regardless, and we are just waiting to do it when it most looks good for us to announce you are ours". maybe they will explain the circumstances around Clarisse's claiming and spear, i dunno. the first series of books are all written in First Person POV and limited to just Percy's, and the nature of television is to be more Third-Person Omniscient, so there is a good chance we will learn things outside of what Percy knows this time around

but yeah! that's the climate around claiming and parenthood at Camp Halfblood, which even impacts claimed kids post-claiming; and everything we know about Clarisse past and her relationship with Ares before Percy Jackson arrives (at least in the books, lol) if you read this far, i do apologize that this is very long and that i kind of meander into some tangents. i have a habit of overexplaining. however, i hope that makes sense!✌️

#never did i imagine id get asked a clarification question on pjo lmao #didnt mind it tho! thanks for the fun time ♡ #clarisse la rue #percy jackson show #percy jackon and the olympians #ares pjo #pjo ares

[georgiaheartsdilfs]

Reader has feelings for Elijah he doesn't feel the same way, she ends up moving on and Elijah realizes he felt the same way too it just didn't click until he saw her with someone else. Reader ends up liking Lucien and they flirt all the time and it makes Elijah sick seeing it. *Reader is a witch

note: I hope you don't mind, i kind of made it so like the reader and lucien are dating. that was the only change, sorry if you dont like it. <3

You don't like me, period | Elijah Mikaelson x Reader (mainly) Lucien Castle x Reader

my masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

warnings / other notes ↪ cigarette smoking (i hope you're ok with that?) ↪ bourbon

2 years ago

"elijah..." my words quiet, almost as if my throat had been dialled down to the quietest setting, the older mikaelson brother turning "say anything, something?" my confusion was obvious.

Elijah wasn't a selfless person, so imagine my lack of surprise when I admit my feelings to him only to stare at me with nothing but the smallest disappointed expression.

"i'm afraid I can't just say something I simply don't feel." elijah finally spoke, his words bitter and cold but sharp like a knife slowly carving the words onto my body as a memory of forever alone, a memory of rejection.

Smacking my lips and nodding accepting my humiliating fate I jog up stairs to my room. Tears rolling down my cheek frantically trying to find a suitcase.

2 days before the present

"Please Lucien dear, I refuse to go back to New Orleans." my whiny tone obviously ringing in my boyfriends ear "Look, you know I love you, y/n. But I wouldn't make us go back to New Orleans if it wasn't for a good cause." Lucien responds annoyed.

"the reason being?" I question him sitting down on our bed as he zips up our bags. "To overthrow my sire of course" Lucien responds followed by an evil and maniacal grin.

I laugh to myself, having known that Lucien's sire had no chance of being overthrown. The highness of hybrids or the evil of the vampires.

"sure, whatever. I'd like to see you overthrow Klaus." I mumble sitting up from the bed, walking over to my closet to pick out any last minute clothing items I had left behind.

"you say that as if you know my plan dear." Lucien snickers "you say that as if I do not know Niklaus Mikaelson." I chuckle to him. Lucien kisses my cheek "well when you see my plan, you'll thank me, in the bed." Lucien jokingly states and I laugh "you're horrid." smacking his chest gently as he walks past "I sure am."

the present

"Klaus Mikaelson. My Sire." Lucien bursts through the dark cold entrance to the place I once called home "Lucien Castle, what a surprise." the former love of my life says in his cold, ill-mannered tone. I walk out from behind Lucien and I see the change in Elijah's facial expressions.

Trying to get used to the fact I was on the opposing side of the Mikaelsons was odd, I hadn't fought against them in years. That's what made me their ally, I was one of the few people they kept alive because I was worth more than my power.

"Y/n" he says "Elijah Mikaelson." I nod to him wrapping my arms around Lucien's as he comforts me "how... unexpected." Elijah says giving me a confused yet distasteful look, trying to decipher the last time I talked highly of my latest partner.

Lucien nods, grinning "Where is my sire?" Lucien asks the older brother "He seems to be preoccupied, please feel free to leave a message." the familiar tone of ignorance echoing loudly in the quiet room.

"Well we can wait, can't we love?" Lucien looks down to me "we have... all the time in the world." I smile back to my boyfriend, looking over to Elijah and letting go of Lucien, walking over to the steps "I remember these were once stained with blood, no?" I question Elijah who sighs.

"They very much were, until we refurnished the house." Elijah mumbles "I assume booze aren't too much to ask for?" I turn to him, his jaw drops because he is unable to tell me to get it himself, shaking his head he walks away towards the kitchen.

The house seeming more spacious than before, the feeling of all four walls closing in on me no longer there. Reaching the top of the stairs "how high and mighty do I look love?" I ask Lucien who looks at me in awe, admiring me from my head to my toes "goddess, high and mighty like a goddess my queen." he says taken back.

Elijah returns with two glasses handing one to Lucien as I make my way down the stairs to collect my glass "this house is bigger than I remember." I smack my lips before placing them on the clean, bourbon filled glass.

"It does seem like that." Elijah nods agreeing with me "When I left it felt so small, closed in. No matter, I like living in southern France, a lot of space there." I giggle looking back to Lucien insinuating something dirty as he immediately picks up.

"Now now Lucy, don't laugh at something you never understood." Elijah says in an insanely calm manner although he clearly was implying something else "Well, Elijah. If you couldn't tell, Lucien is more of a man than you are and he does understand it, more than you ever can." I roll my eyes.

Moments pass before a blood covered hybrid bursts through the gates, wiping his bottom lip with his finger before licking the leftovers off leaving his finger completely clean.

"Ah Lucien, Y/n." Klaus says shocked "What are you two doing here?" he asks, the smell of blood and booze radiating off him like he was a Molotov cocktail with fire emanating from its core, "We came to say hello to the better Mikaelson while we were in town." I smile wrapping an arm once more around Luciens.

"And of course to check up on my sire." Lucien says and I nod agreeing with him "how did dear old y/n manage to find you before I did." Klaus says welcoming him with open arms.

"well it was hard to miss her beautiful face." Lucien laughs as I let go of him and he walks towards Klaus, hugging him tightly "good times." he chuckles.

Klaus guides us upstairs, Elijah following closely behind me as we walk into the meeting room also know as the room with all the couches.

Lucien and I sit "I assume Elijah welcomed you both." Klaus says "it was a welcoming." clearing my throat, crossing one leg over the other as Elijah stares at me intimately "Elijah" Klaus says in his sarcastic tone causing me to giggle slightly since i had not been in their atmosphere for 2 long yet amazing years.

"My apologies, would you like a redo?" he asks Lucien still keeping his eyes on me "No, it's fine. I'm sure y/n just expected more because they know you." he laughs drunkenly despite barely even drinking a full glass of alcohol.

"Well I'm sure you'll do better tomorrow, when we return with a bunch of gifts for dear old Niklaus." I turn my head from Elijah to Klaus with a big grin on my face.

Elijah looks at me in complete and utter disgust as I eye Lucien like a tart, in all honesty I couldn't care less about where Elijah's eyes were placed even if it were on my most promiscuous parts. My eyes would remain on Lucien.

Lucien's villainous grin as he concocted an evil plan, although I knew that his plan was just as rubbish as his brain... his looks made up for it I suppose, his personality was the big part.

After a while Klaus and Lucien became closer than close friends and started talking about old times as Elijah and I just stand there.

Standing up from the couch I reach into my back pocket pull out a cigarette "excuse me." I mumble walking past the men and outside to the courtyard.

Lighting my cig, inhaling it to feel absolutely nothing. Minutes pass of standing in the courtyard alone, covered in my own cancerous smoke "old habits never die, or so the young people of today say." I hear a voice say from the overhanging balcony.

"yes well seeing you certainly stresses me out." waving the smoke out of my face as I look up to see Elijah standing over me with no hint of emotion in his face "last time I checked you had the ability to shed tears." I point my cig at him and he nods.

"Well last time I had a tough choice to make." "Tough choice to make" I laugh to myself rubbing my tongue along the inside of my cheek "so telling me how you truly felt was a tough choice." rolling my eyes turning away from him as he vamps in front of me.

"we had no chance." he says stopping me, i place the cig to my lips inhaling it slowly before blowing the smoke in his face. Elijah doesn't flinch "I know why you finally have something to say, Elijah." crossing my arms over.

I had thought it over, why he never told me about his feelings or even told me about anything going on about his life. Yet every single time I never got an answer, even if I had thought about it for months but now its more apparent than ever.

"you're actually jealous." the disbelief in my voice more apparent than the smoke in the room "I am not Jealous." he scoffs as I walk past him "you see me with Lucien and you finally realise that he has someone that you once could of had." laughing and I storm out of the Mikaelson home.

Tossing my cig on the floor and stamping on it, Elijah grabs my arm dragging me back inside. "you aren't leaving." he says through his gritted teeth in an obviously annoyed tone "I don't remember saying you could touch me, Elijah." pulling my arm out of his grasp and he nods accepting that I was no longer wrapped around his finger.

"I don't like you with him." he says as I turn my back to him making my way up the stairs as he vamps in front of me once more, this time closer than before, his lips only inches away and I can't help but remember why I felt a certain way about him.

"You don't like me, period." I correct him. "I-" his mouth open but nothing comes out besides a slight noise, astonished by my fact he stares at me. A slight smirk appearing on his face "motus" pushing him back and walking past him and back into the room that Lucien and Klaus had been occupying.

#lucien castle x you #oneshots #the originals #the originals family #the vampire diaries #the mikaelsons #the vampire diaries universe #lucien castle x reader #tumblr #wattpad #tvdu #klaus mikaelson #lucien castle #lucien castle fluff #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikealson x reader #elijah mikaelson oneshots #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x reader oneshot #elijah x y/n #the originals x y/n #hayley marshall #rebekah mikaelson #joseph morgan #tvduimagines #tvdu imagines #tvdulgbt #tvdu x reader #anti tvdu #tvd universe

[kingkennny10]

Please Please Please

SP Apocalypse AU

Pt. 1 Inseparable

this is in fact the teaser to my apocalypse au with poly stenny, i have so much planned out for this and i couldnt be anymore excited, comment characters you wanna see, also, for some it might be a lil confusing reading cause im not gonna write it linear with one set group, youre gonna see other groups aswell, maybe a couple little sub plots here n there 😈

gn!reader, in future chapters there will be plenty of gore!! But not this one 🥱

I remember when we were all kids and used to hang out. Me, Stan, Kenny, Kyle, Eric, and Butters. Playing whatever made up game we could think of. Sometimes playing horse at the basketball court. It was a lot of fun back then, we thought nothing could ever separate us.

Middle school came along and it kinda did split us up, Kyle and Stan became their own little duo, they got tired of Erics crazy schemes. Me, Kenny, Eric and Butters stuck for a while still doing some of the old things we used to do all together.

High school came next and I ended up getting real close with Tolkien, Jimmy and the rest of their friends. We all got super close for a while. No one wanted to be around Eric anymore, he never changed. I ended up seeing Stan and Kyle more at that time because Stan picked up a job at the Tweaks Coffee Shop which led them to get close with Tweek and Craig. Kenny really only hung out with Butters by then, sometimes we would make passing conversations in the halls. Eventually when graduation came around it was just me, Jimmy, Tolkien and Clyde. Clyde left too after a couple months, he was always too busy to actually be friends with us.

After around a year and a half I could still see Stan whenever I’d pop in randomly at the Tweak’s coffee shop, found out him and Ike got real close. Butters still worked at the ice cream parlor that me Jimmy and Tolkien would catch up at maybe once a month. We stopped seeing Tolkien after he left for the police academy, he would still text at random times to check up on us. Since then the last I’d heard about everyone was that Kenny and Butters were living together, and that Kyle and Stan bought back the original Marsh family home together. Im glad there’s still remnants of the old group, maybe we are inseparable after all.

alright fellas, this is the first lil teaser snippet, this au is my baby rn, i have the next like 3 chapters set for it BUT i think ima post on wednesdays only, so tomorrow you will get another chapter! doin slow posts cause im just a lil bit evil and dont wanna burn myself out, in typical me fashion this au does have a whole damn playlist, cause lord knows i cant live without music 🙄

#south park #south park x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny x reader #south park kenny #stan marsh #south park stan #stan marsh x reader #Please x 3 #apocalypse au #px3 #poly!stenny x reader

[sunsetsixx]

lace & silk

a/n: this is a beyond random post for me here at sunsetsixx hq but as a journalism major & previous owner of a multifandom writing blog i guess i was bound to return to my roots at some point ! this isnt me becoming a writing blog, instead just a one-off fic of an idea thats been floating around in my brain for the last 2 weeks that came to fruition in a google doc at 2am. i dont know if theres even an audience for this besides me & maybe like 3 other people in my notifs so enjoy if you wanna & pls dont judge my out of practice writing too much <3

pairing: current!vince neil x fem!reader

word count: 2315

warnings: smutty dialogue, light (?) smut, mentions of tommy & brittany getting it on lmfao, a highly unrealistic take on the behind the scenes of the stadium tour that was necessary for the plot

“Can you fuckin’ believe we’re already halfway through this tour?” Brittany asked, shaking her head as the two of us walked back to where the buses were parked. “I swear to God we just hopped on that plane to Atlanta like yesterday.”

“Seriously.” I nodded in agreement. “Time has flown.” 

“It’s been a crazy ride. Like so fun.” 

“If I’m being honest though, it’s really not as chaotic as I thought it would be.”

“Really? What do you mean?” She asked.

“I don’t know…I guess it’s just different actually living the modern day reality. We’ve heard and read all these insane stories of them in the 80s but obviously life just isn’t like that anymore.” I let out a short laugh. “No real backstage shenanigans…it’s funny to see how much they’ve mellowed out over the years.”

“Girl you’re lucky you don’t have to deal with shenanigans. My husband thinks it’s funny to light shit on fire with hairspray every five seconds. There’s literally never a dull moment in that dressing room.” 

“I don’t know if I’m jealous or not.” I said laughing. “We keep it pretty chill in ours. Mainly just me helping with his outfit and hair. Lots of Fiji water and listening to Sammy Hagar’s solo stuff as ‘pump up’ music.” I explained as Brittany laughed this time. 

By this point in the conversation, we had made it to tonight’s stadium’s back parking lot where our temporary homes were located. All of the buses were set up in a line with the lights on, as if ready to drive off at any minute. But from the looks of Brittany’s face, and the absence of our men, we weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. 

“Hold up.” She said, a look of disbelief gracing her features. 

“What?” I asked, laughing in confusion. 

“You’re telling me that you and Vince Neil haven’t fucked in your dressing room this entire time?” 

My mind began to rewind as many shows back as it could remember, but nothing of the sort stood out. I shook my head at her. “No. Just in the hotels and a couple times on the bus…” I trailed off as my gaze wandered over to the vehicle in question, all kinds of memories from the first week flooding back when Vince so romantically suggested “breaking in the new place” with multiple rounds on multiple surfaces. 

“(y/n)! What are you even doing? You’re a tour wife man, you gotta act like it!” She joked, lightly hitting my arm with her bag. 

“I don’t know! I guess it just always gets too busy back there, especially with all the meet and greets and photoshoots and filming…I never wanted to tire him out before the show or whatever. I haven’t even thought about it too much.”

“The rushing around is what makes it so good though. Tommy & I were like rabbits back in St. Louis. I don’t know what was in that water but shit got crazy.” 

I nodded, thinking about everything my best friend was saying. “You might be right, Britt. Truly what am I doing if not the lead singer in the sleaziest band to walk this earth backstage? It’s a disgrace to their reputation, honestly.” I said, shaking my head. 

“There you go!” She laughed. “Just because they’re getting older doesn’t mean we are too. We gotta keep them on their toes babe.” 

“You always do make a good point Ms. Furlan-Lee.” I replied, and the two of us broke out into laughter. We stood outside scrolling through our phones and judging each other’s Instagram feeds for a few more minutes before we were finally joined by the men of the hour. 

“Goodnight guys! See you on the next!” Nikki’s slightly raspy post-show voice called out. He was walking up with Courtney and a sleeping Ruby in tow on the way to their bus as well. 

“See you dude!” An unmistakable voice yelled back, followed by the appearance of the lankiest guy of the bunch, still somehow with a single drumstick in hand. 

Finally I caught a glimpse of my specific man of the hour, who had traded in the bright red glitter and leathers of his stage costume for a pair of camo shorts and a black tank top. His signature chain hung around his neck and for some reason he was also still adorning sunglasses at 1:30 in the morning. 

“There you are.” I said smiling as he walked up. 

“Hey lovey.” He said, wrapping me in a hug and pressing a short kiss to the top of my head. 

“You tired?” I asked, still in his arms. 

“Yeah I could sleep. Fuckin’ awesome show though. I still can’t believe how many people are actually showing up.” 

I scoffed at his words. “That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said. This is literally the tour of the century. People are gonna be showing up for you guys forever.” 

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Hopefully.” 

He gave my back a quick rub before motioning for us to get on our bus so we could start off to the next city. As we got ready for bed, my conversation with Brittany played over and over in my head, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized she was right. 

I just said it too– this is the tour of the fucking century. I need to start treating it like that for myself and my man. Tomorrow is a new day full of new experiences and new ideas and new desires. A million possible ways I could go about what I wanted to do swirled around in my brain, but as I settled under the covers of our shared bed in the back room, a lightbulb moment was had. 

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The next night began like every other after we arrived at the latest stadium and got everything settled. Crüe was closing the show tonight, which meant we all had more time to hang backstage. We were currently in an in-between period between Poison and Def Leppard, meaning there was about two hours until Crüe’s set. Vince was mostly ready to go, and was over in someone else’s room with the rest of the guys in the band hanging out and doing whatever other pre-show rituals they all partake in these days. 

I was in his dressing room, putting last night’s ideas into action. I was nervous for a million different reasons; nervous he’d shun me off if there wasn’t enough time, nervous he’d think I was trying to act like some groupie on the Girls Girls Girls tour, nervous the idea my brain had conjured up was overstepping or I’d get in trouble with their stylist somehow. Lots of nerves. I just hoped Brittany’s advice was right to take for Vince and me. 

After connecting my phone to the speaker and turning some music up decently loud, I began the action steps of my plan. I grabbed my tote bag and wandered into the bathroom. I took off the ripped blue jeans and tank top I had been sporting all day and opted for something more…(well technically, less) appropriate. I had dug out one of my red teddies from my luggage on the bus, a lacey number I knew was one of Vince’s favorites, and slipped it on in place of my clothes. I touched up my makeup that had begun to flake off over the course of the day, and ran a brush through my hair. 

Once satisfied, I walked back out into the now much more noticeably cold air of the dressing room for the main operation. 

There on a silver rack hung Vinnie’s most prized possession this tour– a floor length, silk piece of art hand painted with Japanese symbols in reds, golds, and royal blue covering the back. I ran my hands down the oversized sleeves as it hung there, looking like something that should’ve been in the MOMA rather than trekking around dingy baseball stadium hallways being diligently followed by a short woman with a portable steamer. 

It had been almost a month of The Stadium Tour and I hadn’t dared to touch it, especially not after seeing how pissed off Vince got when someone (still a mystery who) stole his original show pants from backstage. Tonight was different though. I needed it to help me with the fantasy I had dreamed up after a middle-of-the-night conversation in a parking lot in Cleveland with my best friend. 

I took a deep breath before carefully taking it off the hanger and placing it on me. My smaller frame was of course drowning in it, since the length and size was custom made for Vince. I tiptoed over to the full length mirror hanging on the wall, careful not to drag too much of it on the floor. 

My eyes went wide as I took in the sight of myself. Bright red lace hugging my hips and chest perfectly, (the bodysuit had been a gift from Vince last Christmas, something that actually was custom made for my body’s measurements), with the iconic Wild Side performance look draped over my shoulders. I felt expensive– high class even, and now understood why Vince was always on such a high between the opening song and Shout at the Devil. This piece was enough to make anyone’s ego go through the roof. 

I tied the kimono up in the front to conceal what lay underneath and took a deep breath before walking back over to sit on one of the couches. My back was facing the door, so the surprise wouldn’t be ruined when he came back in, which after seeing the clock turn to 6:39pm, realized should be almost any minute now. 

I smoothed my hair over a few more times with my hand and picked at some stray nail polish that had chipped off onto my cuticles. My mind wandered to the endless amount of reactions he could have at the sight of me until they weren’t just fantasies anymore, but the real thing. 

It took everything in me not to jump off the couch like some sort of rabid animal in anticipation when I heard the doorknob turn and the heavy door creak open. 

“Hey baby, have you see my kim–” 

The sentence died in his throat as I rose from the couch in the very article of clothing he was asking about not a second before. I smiled innocently up at him as his wide eyes looked me up and down. 

I walked toward him, making a show of my bare legs peeking through the soft fabric with every stride forward. He bit his bottom lip when I placed my hands in his. 

“This what you were looking for?” I offered, officially setting the backstage plan into motion. 

“Oh yeah…” He trailed off, letting go of one of my hands so he could twirl me around. “Look at you baby doll.” 

“I got you a present.” I said softly, after a moment. His eyebrows raised when I didn’t continue. Finally I walked backward a couple steps and held my arms out so the kimono’s tie was on display. “You have to unwrap it.” 

He practically pounced on me the second the words exited my mouth. He pulled the silk fabric gently and the loose knot fell, allowing a glimpse of what was underneath to show through.

“You fuckin’ tease.” He said in a low voice, still smiling like a kid in a candy store. The plan was working. 

His hand graced my shoulder as he pushed one arm of the robe off so it draped down my back. “You want something tonight, huh sugar?” He asked, pressing a short kiss to the underside of my jaw. My eyes fluttered closed at the touches, almost completely abandoning the act then and there. I did my best to stay strong. 

“Don’t you have a show in an hour?” I teased, taking a small step back. 

His face dropped. “Don’t you start. Those fuckers can wait.” 

Before I knew it, I was being lifted up and carried towards the couch. He laid me down so my head was on the armrest as he hovered over me. I ran my hands up his tattooed arms as his lips pressed down onto mine. 

He ran his hands over the red lace that clung to my skin and massaged my soft flesh underneath. The couch was beyond uncomfortable, but I found I didn’t care at all when Vince was touching me like this. 

As we made out, his right hand snaked around my back to undo the thin fabric and pull it down my body. I started to slide the kimono off my shoulders to give him more access as well. 

“No.” He said and put his hand on my arm. “Leave it on. My girl wants to play dirty tonight, right?”

I bit my lip and took a deep breath through my nose as I nodded in response.

“That’s what I thought. You want me to fuck you in this then wear it onstage in front of 40,000 people…is that it?” He whispered.

Any and all facade of confidence and calmness I previously had completely melted away at his words. Just the thought of him putting it back on later after these less than wholesome activities to go sing in front of a stadium full of unsuspecting fans had me shuddering in anticipation. He started kissing down my jaw and neck again until he reached my heaving chest. 

“God I love these tits.” He spoke softly. “Especially when they’re filling out this outfit.” He trailed his hand over the kimono once again, down my curves until he reached the part of me dripping with need. 

“You’re lucky I got an extra one of these baby…because you’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

#vince neil #motley crue #mötley crüe #the dirt #vince neil x reader #vince neil imagine #vince neil fanfic #vince neil smut #vince neil fluff #vince neil the dirt #the dirt imagines #the dirt movie #the dirt cast #daniel webber #vince neil x you #motley crue imagine #motley crue smut #motley crue x reader #motley crue fanfic #sunsetsixx.gif

[bloozz]

THEM REACTING TO YOU RUNNING AWAY AND GETTING INJURED AFTER AN ARGUMENT !

: angst, hurt/comfort, , injuries!! pt 1? ambiguous ending

( WANDERER )

YOURE GROWING TIRED OF ME, AND ALL THE THINGS I DONT TALK ABOUT.

— a pearl by mitski

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WANDERER

"you wouldn't understand! how could you if you haven't even lived as long as I have !? YOU DONT KNOW WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH! "

that was what set you off, the breaking point to just go. you couldn't take it anymore, it felt like hours of arguing and it hurt, it burned.

his words were more painful than being stabbed, they pierced you to your core. feeling vulnerable, you ran through the door with held back tears flowing down your cheeks. you didn't even know what events happened that caused you to have this huge fight.

fresh air and some space was probably just what you needed to get away from the heavy thoughts in your mind. the sight of him with the look of disgust and fiery replaying in your mind over and over again.

you were starting to slow down from exhaustion and fatigue. It was overwhelming. feeling your heartbeat beat faster and faster.

plopping onto the floor you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. your eyes were puffy, and swollen red. usually your arguments wouldn't get this far..

your thoughts were interrupted when a group of bandits came up behind you demanding for your valuables. your mind wasn't in the right place at the moment, you tried to walk away.

a hand grasped at your neck, cutting off your oxygen source. you tried kicking them off but it was a futile attempt. is this how it ends? the last thing you felt was a slap on your face.

when you woke up it was night... or some other time you couldn't tell. how long have you been out? a stinging pain was in your cheek which made you remember the events that happened.

your legs hurt. A LOT. but you had to make it home. you don't want your could be last moment with him to be an argument. it could be anything but that.

while you were suffering to move, scaramouche was rolling in bed unable to find any sort of sleep, where are you? you should be home by now. the silence was overbearing and he couldn't take it, deciding to take his coat and go outside to find you.

although taking some time, you were still found, with bruises, from your legs to your face. It made him almost need to take a step back if not for the concern and worry punching him. he ran to you quickly, as quick as he could.

wanderer picked you up with urgency and lifted you all the way home. he didn't mean it. he didn't mean anything, please wake up.

you couldn't remember what'd happened. you woke up back at home covered in bandages with the wanderer sitting beside you dozed off. you could see his eyes puffy and red, just like yours the day you had your guys' argument.

you didn't want to talk to him. you think he didn't want to talk to you either. Well, that's what you thought. Wanderer was panicking. and that was definitely an understatement.

"please, talk to me." wanderer mumbled while sitting on the beds corner.

. . .

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THANK YOIU!!! SHOULD I CONTINUE? ALSO HAPPY APRIL FOOLS 2023!! I don't wanna be mean and trick you with no fic so here you go!!!

Likes are appreciated

#wanderer x reader #wanderer #scaramouche angst #scaramouche x reader #wanderer angst #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin angst #genshin impact angst

[killianglyndon]

SCHAFER’S GIFFING TUTORIAL

hello guys! since im doing followers celebration and i think “why not make a gif tutorial too?” i started making gifs around this time last year, and here’s my giffing tutorial!

this tutorial will have basic giffing + coloring tutorials!

BEFORE YOU START:

make sure your video is at least 1080p, i always use 1080p video for my gifs, i think mkv works better than mp4, but it works either way.

filesize can be really big like almost 30gb if you’re giffing from a movie, so it’d be better if you have an external drive to save your files.

i use potplayer to screencap, pls download it from their official site, you dont want to get virus on your laptop.

i use photoshop cc 2019

STEP 1: LOAD YOUR SCREENCAPS IN

go to File > Scripts > Load Files Into Stack then a window will show up tell you to choose your files

STEP 2: CONVERT VIDEO TIMELINE

click “Convert video timeline” then click three little boxes on the left corner in the pic.

STEP 3: REVERSE YOUR SCREENCAPS

once you converted to video timeline, 

1. click three little lines highlighted by red box, then click “make frames from layers”

2. click three little lines again then click “select all frames”

3. click three little lines again then click “reverse frames” (cause when you converted your screencaps to video timeline, it’s reverse, so you need to do this step to reverse it back)

STEP 4: CHANGE YOUR GIF SPEED

i think .05 works the best since .04 is too fast and .06 is too slow.

STEP 5: CROP AND RESIZE

most of my gifs are 540x610px or 540x400px, but sometimes i do 540x540px too. whatever you choose, pls make sure that width is 540px. in this tutorial, i go with 540x400px.

once you cropped your gif, go to Image > Image size > set width to 540 pixels and height to 400pixels, it should change to 400px automatically when you typed 540 into width but if not type 400px manually.

then click okay and click three little boxes on the left corner.

STEP 6: SHARPENING

go to Select > All Layers, and click three little lines on the right > convert to smart object.

after you converted your gif to smart object, go to Filter > Sharpen > Smart sharpen.

my personal sharpening setting has six layers in total, we’ll be adding two smart sharpen layers first.

layer one: amount: 500%, radius: 0.4px, remove: gaussian blur 

then click okay and add another smart sharpen layer.

layer two: amount: 10%, radius: 10px, remove: gaussian blur

then click okay

next, go to Filter > Blur > Gaussian Blur > set radius to: 0.3px then click okay.

then add two more smart sharpen layers and one more gaussian blur layer

layer 3: amount: 500%, radius: 0.3px, remove: gaussian blur

layer 4: amount: 5%, radius: 5px, remove: gaussian blur

blur layer 2: radius: 0.3px

i ususally do step 1 to 6 with action so it saves me a lot of time since once you made an action, you only need to click play action.

STEP 7: COLORING

before we start, i wanted to say that there is no correct way to color gifs, so my coloring process may not be suitable for everyone. and i dont use psd, i color every single gif by hand since every gif has different lightning.

i ususally go from 1 to 5

1. Brightness/Contrast

i usually only adjust contrast unless the gif is super dark, my contrast is usually around 20-40 depending on the gifs.

2. Levels

levels is basically lifesaver and where you make most dramatic change here, like if the gifs is super dark or yellow, this is where you fix them.

i use black dropper to click on the darkest part in the gif and white dropper to click on the lightest part in the gif.

and remember that some scenes are just really dark, don’t over do it, it’ll make your gif look terrible.

before/after Levels:

you can see that we remove the ugly yellow and brighten it.

3. Vibrance

i only adjust Vibrance, usually around 20-35, sometimes i’d adjust saturation too. and pls DO NOT OVER SATURATE IT, over-saturated gif will look lousy and terrible if youre not making smaller gifs like 268x268px

4. Color balance

i like my gifs look white/blue/cold ish, and here is where i cast the spell i mean make adjustment.

5. Seletive color

most of the time i only mess around with color black and white here, black: to add more contrast, white: to make white even brighter. sometimes i’d adjust color red too, if a charater’s face is too red, adjust color red’ cyan.

STEP 8: EXPORT YOUR GIF 

go to File > Export > Save for Web (legacy)

make sure your gif is under 10mb since 10mb it’s tumblr’s gif size limit, and you can only post ten gifs in a post.

my save settings is usually Selective and Diffusion, and make sure transparency is checked. 

here’s the result:

that’s all! if you have any question pls don’t hesitate to send me an ask!!

#gif tutorial #ps tutorials #coloring tutorial #tuserkay #userrlucie #userrsun #usermarcy #userhers #userkarlo #userannalise #olivialook #userkosmos #userkarolina #userkraina #tuserheidi #userauden #usersem #*** #*tutorial