#i tried to go back to work and i was somewhat ok for like 1 week

[jewdog]

gonna be real im like At the end of my rope

#ive been stuck in my g-d forsaken mold-ridden apartment for TWO MONTHS!! #i tried to go back to work and i was somewhat ok for like 1 week #and then my symptoms 1. came back and 2. became worse #like some days i literally cant even get out of bed #i hate my job but holy fuck i hate this more #the only time i dont feel like complete and utter SHIT is when im high #so ive been spending what Tiny cash i have left over after bills on weed #and im running out of both. lol. #like everything hurts i cant eat i cant sleep i can barely keep fluids down #and ig the weed just makes everything numb. so its not better but its at least not Worse #aaaaaaaa im so tired. #drugs tw #idk ask to tag #j barks

[propertyofwicked]

SECRETS part 2 - LN

lando x fewtrell!reader

no content warnings in this part, i promise the next part will have some actual fluff to it

part 1 -> part 2 -> part 3 -> part 4 -> part 5 -> part 6 -> part 7!

y/n was easily won over by chicken nuggets and a diet coke - a fact lando knew too well. both he and max had both spent almost hundreds on the food combo every time y/n was roped into one of their plans. whether she was lying to her parents to cover up where max had been all night, or even just being asked to hold a camera or a boom mic for a quadrant video, she was always rewarded with 6 chicken nuggets and a diet coke.

lando had in fact not included max in his late night plans, and very quickly made it known as to why.

“so, how’s uni?” he asked, warming her up for the incoming conversation, turning onto a side road and pulling the car to a stop.

“yea it’s good thanks, how’s driving?”

“could be better, i could be better,” he smiled sadly, but glad she asked about driving as she fell directly into his trap, “why did you stop coming to races?”

“lando,” she sighs his name, almost disappointed in him for even asking, “university’s a lot of work you know. i can’t fly around the world to watch you drive a car. and, i still watch the races - just from home.”

“so it’s nothing to do with me?”

“well ignoring me for a year doesn’t help your case, but no, it’s not to do with you. you know i’ll always be there when i can. when im invited,” the emphasis on invited hung like hot air in the car, and created and unsettling silence.

“lan, can i ask you a question?” she said, breaking the awkward atmosphere in the car.

“mhm, anything.”

“why did you stop talking to me? i know we’re not as close as you and max,” she adds, lando almost wincing at the mention of his best friend, “and i know you were busy being, you know, a superstar and that. but even over your break, i saw you like twice in passing.”

“im sorry y/n, honestly it wasn’t intentiona-”

“bullshit, try again norris. the truth this time.”

lando breathed in deep, as if to lock and load his next statement.

“max he, uh, he told me he’d seen some pictures of us. you remember that club in monaco?,” she nodded in response, remembering the encounter with lando that night in somewhat drunken detail, “he wasn’t happy with me. thought we had something going on behind his back. y/n when i say angry, i mean he was one step away from beating me up and then keying my car.”

“but there was nothi- i mean we weren’t d-”

“i know, i tried to tell him,” lando sighed, “he gets a bit, let’s say ‘over protective’ with you i guess. doesn’t trust me maybe? i don’t know.”

“so instead of letting me discuss it with him, you refused to acknowledge my existence for a year? yeah that’s mint, let’s do that,” she said, the sarcasm rolling off her tongue.

“i was a dick, ok - i’m sorry. but your brother is slightly terrifying when he’s angry. think he’s realised he was wrong - that’s why he let you come to the race im guessing.”

he was wrong - but was he? was max completely wrong to assume what he had? she thought the feelings were mutual but clearly lando had other ideas.

“can i drive your car?” y/n asked, smiling over to lando in the drivers seat. he’s started driving around aimlessly again, deciding to put an end to the conversation about where they stood with each other. his head whipped around to look at her, his eyebrows quirked up in a mix of confusion and immediate refusal. he wasn’t even driving one of his more expensive cars, as they all stayed in monaco. but of course, lando norris needs a high end car in every country.

“please, lan,” she said again, eyes widening in attempt to tug on his heart strings, “please. i miss driving, i haven’t driven since like, christmas since my car died and went to car heaven.”

“y/n, angel,” the nickname wasn’t something new, but it still flipped something about in her stomach, ”if anything, that makes me want to say no even more. besides, it’s automatic - you drive manual.”

“oh come on, it’s literally just a pedal for stop and go. please.”

“not tonight,” he said, looking at her to show his sad frown as if that would make her happy about the rejection, “if i get podium tomorrow, ill put some money towards getting you a new car.”

“lan, please you don’t have to do that.”

“i know i don’t have to. i want to. besides, if i get podium i think i owe my lucky charm something to show my gratitude, no?” he said. y/n knew this was an argument she wouldn’t win, so she smiled up at him, nodding slightly.

the car fell back into a silence, comfortable this time, with only the sound of lando’s music playing quietly out of the speakers, and the odd whooshing of a car driving past.

the car came to a still, the red light reflected on the their faces as they waited for the light to change.

“the stars look pretty tonight,” she said absentmindedly. y/n was never one to sit in silence without at least attempting to fill it.

“yeah, they do,” lando responded, although he wasn’t looking at the stars, moreover, he was staring directly at the light reflecting onto y/n’s face. his own mouth curling up into a smile when he saw your soft features grinning contently at the sky.

it was around 1am when y/n and lando returned to the hotel car park, casually discussing life at university and where y/n saw herself using her degree in the future.

“i think it’s better if we don’t tell max about this,” she mumbled, tilting her head to the side, catching lando’s eyes. her own eyes blinking slowly in exhaustion.

“i think so too. are you going to tell him what i said?”

“not right now. but i refuse to let him believe has any right to threaten his own friends in a bid to control my life,” she says, her body now twisted fully to face him directly.

“just,” he sighed, “dont get violent,” his hand reaching over to rest on her knee.

“me? violent? that is a bold accusation, norris.”

“y/n - i know you. just don’t be too harsh, he thought he was doing what was best.”

“thinking is always max’s downfall,” she responds with a snort. she turns her body back, arm reaching to grab the handle when lando catches her other arm, forcing her to look at him again.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“i’ll be there.”

sneaking back into a room was usually y/n’s specialty, but she’d never attempted to sneak past max before. rather, her teens were spent sneaking back into the house with max. unlocking the door and pulling the handle down, y/n pushed softly on the wood, but the creaking was so loud in the silence of their hotel room. the floor boards to her bag of clothes seemed to have a vendetta against her today too, she could’ve sworn they did not creak when she had walked across them earlier.

the bathroom tap decided to splutter loudly and spit freezing cold water down her, and the door to slide back open and allow the stream of light to fall directly on max’s face.

“y/n?” her brother groaned, “you just come back in?”

“yeah, sorry - i tried to be quiet,” she whispered back, turning the bathroom light off and stumbling gracefully through the dark room to the sofa.

“it’s 1am? you were in the gym for 3 hours?”

“erm, yeah,” her voice wavered in the lie, “i got distracted on the treadmill. tired myself out though.”

max grumbled something in response, too sleepy to say anything further.

the next morning max walked down to the hotel lobby, passing the gym in his journey for breakfast.

open 7:00 - 23:00

hang on, he thought to himself, shut at 11?

where had his sister been? she couldn’t have been in the gym till 1am, so where had she been, and why had she lied?

★ ☆ ✦ ✧ ✩ ✶

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#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris smut #lando x reader #lando smut #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic #formula 1 #mclaren f1 #mclaren #lando norris fluff #propertyofwicked #maxfewtrell #fewtrell!sister

[cranberryjuice-posts]

GIRLIE I LOVED YOUR ATHENA DAUGHTER READER ‼️

also guess who’s back can i ask for a athena!daugter reader where it’s kinda like Annabeth trying to tell the reader that “hey clarisse is bad she tried to fucking kill percy she’s evil” and the reader us kinda tries to convince her that Clarisse really isn’t that bad😔

(i love your work girl and your end memes please do more 🔥‼️)

She’s the only one I got

Pairings - Clarisse La rue x daughter of Athena reader

An- fun-fact clarisse loves Dr Pepper It’s cannon Go read the sea of monsters. She’s literally perfect I can’t

An pt 2 - I Hope this is ok i wasn’t really sure what to write but it’s ok bc I’m just a girl

Pt 1 — Pt 2

Palestine aid link

“Are you serious?!” Annabeth yelled, a few of your other siblings backing her up.

You however were standing infront of the full length mirror inside your cabin fixing your outfit which was a pair of bellebottoms and a camp sweater. “Look Annie i get your our counselor and your the smartest out of us all but your not the smartest when it comes to relationships”

“And now she’s starting to sound like an Aphrodite kid” Malcom your brother rolled his eyes before returning to his book. You shot him a hateful look. “All right fine Your right I don’t get relationships like you but I do know clarisse”

“Really?” You sarcastically spoke just wanting the argument to be over. Grabbing some hoops you were deciding between the two different pairs. “Yeah, Clarisse is a hateful arrogant and rude person. She makes fun of our cabin with her siblings and didn’t she use to make fun of you to”

Deciding on the star shape hoop you put the earring in. “Fine! Fine ok I get it but I promise you clarisse is not like that ok she’s sweet, she loves me Annie why don’t you get that” you sighed facing your sister.

The shorter girl crossed her arms, leaning against a desk inside the studious cabin. “Because she’s a bitch”

“Language!”

“I’m 12 why are you giving me shit for cussing you cuss”

“Because I’m 16 you’ve still got two years before you morally can curse now stop.. damn about to make me get Luke” you sighed shaking your head. Facing back to the mirror you analyzed your look.

Annabeth rolled her eyes looking away for some time before facing you once again. “I still don’t trust you being alone with her..”

After finally having enough you turned towards the wiser girl. “Know what fine you can spy on us during our date today, then you’ll see she’s not such a terrible person and you’ll finally get off my ass… deal” you crossed your arms looking down at annabeth.

Your younger sister looked around for a moment feeling somewhat threatened by you before nodding in defeat. “Great” you sighed stepping back, grabbing a small drawstring bag and a book on the stars, you threw on your shoes before leaving.

——

You were sitting in a clearing in the woods, a blanket set out with some strawberries and a pack of Dr Pepper you bought from the Hermes cabin. Annabeth was positioned behind a tree with her cap of invisibility on.

Eventually clarisse showed up. “Five minutes late” you jokingly chastised her.

“Shut up I’m on time” she scoffed sitting down beside you on the blanket. Pulling you into her some she kissed you softly. Her hands finding themselves on your waist

Bringing yourself back you leaned over grabbing a soda, handing it over to the curly haired girl. “Mmhm so how was running around like a fool for the entire morning?”

Clarisse rolled her eyes taking the drink In a harsh joking manner. “First of all its called training and secondly it was actually alot of fun, how was staying up all night to just watch some stupid dots in the sky”

Scrunching your nose at the girl you gave her a sarcastic look. “Yeah you think your so funny huh”

“Yeah I do”

“Mmhm” you knew clarisse was looking at your lips— she wasn’t subtle about it. Tired of her just imagining it you leaned in kissing her again. The playful banter between you two faded away while clarisse deepened the kiss

As much as you wanted to makeout with your girlfriend you weren’t doing it infront of your sister. Pulling back you placed a hand on clarisses arm while darting your eyes to some trees around you with a smile.

The girl furrowed her eyebrows but made a signal to her head almost mimicking a hat. Nodding you knew clarisse understood annabeth was spying on you two.

“Whatever this is stupid” clarisse gave you a teasing look. “What being on a date with your girlfriend? Yeah it’s so stupid” you responded in the same tone.

Clarisse rolled her eyes. “You know that’s not. What I meant” shaking her head you watched as clarisse reached over to her spear grabbing a plastic bag.

Handing it over to you you looked inside. “No way clarisse did you”

“Yeah I did. Your not gonna embarrass me about it if I own up to it” she continued to mess with you. Opening the bag you smiled as your girlfriend made you chocolate chip cookies with the nymphs in the kitchen. “Your the sweetest you know” you becoming flustered while you looked at the treats.

She just rolled her eyes with a smile, laying down clarisse moved around to lay her head in your lap. “Woah careful clarisse you might admit you actually like me a boring Athena kid remember”

“Mmhm Same can be said about you what was that about me being a bitchy ares kid?” She bit back. Flicking her forehead lightly just to get back at her.

You smiled while playing with one of the girls curls. You loved clarisse, wanting to proudly say it but worried you’d scare the girl off so for now you’d settle on just this.. cute dates with her, sneaking into her cabin to spend the night with her and just enjoying the silence with her.

After some time you knew annabeth had left after all she had gotten all the proof she needed. Clarisse knew it to.

“I love you” it finally left your lips. You noticed clarisses body tense making you regret the decision immediately. Clarisse however grabbed your hand kissing your knuckles. “I guess I love you to”

“Shut up”

“Why You Said you loved me”

——

Annabeth - Fine she’s not a bitch

Y/n - ANNABETH!

—

Clarisse - *having a Stare off with annabeth*

Clarisse - do we have a Problem

Y/n - dude..

#lesbian #wlw #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #clarisse x reader #percy jackson fanfiction #clarisse my beloved #clarisse x female reader #butch clarisse #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x you #clarisse larue #percy jackson show #pjo show #pjo fandom

[angstysebfan]

Was It A Mistake - Fin

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x Nat Chapter Summary: The happy ending we deserve. Epilogue. We jump through time here. Warnings: Fluffy Fluff

Series Masterlist

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Life was definitely different after the confrontation with Nat in the theater room. Nat went off to a safe house and stayed there for 9 months. She was suspended from the Avengers until she could pass a psych evaluation and be cleared. While she was away, she started seeing a therapist, and was able to figure out that while she cared for Bucky, she didn't actually love him. She had become obsessed because of trauma from a particular mission right before Bucky came to tower. When she returned to the tower, she still went to therapy almost daily for awhile, and eventually became the Nat everyone knew and loved again. She continues to be on probation and needs to have frequent check ins with Fury, Tony, and Steve.

Bucky still can't forgive her, which everyone understood; you had a hard time also. While you were somewhat ok with working with her (though you tried not to be on missions with her due to the lack of trust), you knew that you would never be able to be friends again. Eventually Nat started dating Bruce Banner, which made you feel better about her never coming after Bucky again. 

After Nat had initially left the tower, you and Bucky decided to try your relationship again, but you made him work for it. You went out on dates, and after a few you allowed him to kiss you. You held out about 2 months before you slept together again. You wanted to go slow, cause though you were both manipulated, you still had a hard time letting go what he and Nat did to you while they were together. Bucky was patient and completely understood.

After 8 months you both finally moved back in together in an apartment near Steve's in Brooklyn, and Bucky wanted to propose immediately, but held off another 4 months and proposed on your 1 year anniversary of getting back together. You cried and immediately said yes, as you wanted to spend the rest of your life with this man. The man you loved despite everything that happened.

Now here you are, after a short 6 month engagement, having a small intimate wedding with your Avengers family. You didn’t care that it was a small wedding, in fact you preferred it that way, because the only thing that mattered to you was the man at the end the aisle, waiting for you. When Tony and you walked into the room, the look on his face told you everything. You saw all the love and compassion he had for you through the tears in his eyes, the big softy. You knew that no one else would ever love you the way Bucky Barnes does and no one would ever love him like you do. You were more than ready to start your life as Mrs. Y/N Barnes. 

After the ceremony, everyone hung out in the common room for a small party. You and Bucky danced the night away in each others arms, the smiles never leaving your faces. Steve was the best man and Wanda was your maid of honor, and both gave great speeches that made everyone laugh. You couldn't imagine this day to be any better than it was. You kept looking at Bucky and saw how happy he was. It warmed your heart to be able to give him all the happiness he deserved. It might have taken you some time, with a rather large bump in the road, but you are finally here. You are both finally in your happily ever after.

While the “party” was still going on in the common room, you took Bucky out onto the balcony. You needed a little bit of alone time with your new husband. (you still can't believe he is your husband!) You walked hand in hand to the railing, and looked over New York City. Bucky draped his flesh arm around you and kissed the top of your head, sighing in happiness.

“Today was the happiest day of my life, doll. Thank you for being my wife,” he said against your temple then kissed it softly.

You smile and looked up at him. “Well I am more than happy to be your wife and make all your dreams come true. Our dreams come true," you said, turning toward him and grabbing his hands giving them a squeeze.

"In fact, not only am I happy to be your wife…” you give him a peck on the lips, “I'm happy and proud to be the mother of your child,” you say softly. 

Bucky stares at you, trying to comprehend what you just said. You look at him, slightly nervous for his reaction, hoping he is ok with this happening so soon. You both talked about it, but not this soon.

“You….. You’re pregnant?” he gasps.

You slowly nod at him, cupping his face to ground him. You see a wide smile slowly appear on his face, and you release the breath you were holding. He was happy!

“I’m going to be a dad?” he asks, excitement evident in his voice as he holds your hands tighter without hurting you.

“Yes, baby. You're going to be daddy!” you say, tears coming to your eyes. Bucky laughs as he lifts you up in his arms and spins you around. Both of your a mix of laughs and tears. Could this day get any better?

“I can’t believe it! I’m going to be a dad!" he says before pulling you in to a breathtaking kiss.

He pulls away and both of you are panting. He leans his forehead against yours and quietly says, "You really are the most amazing person in the whole world. I can’t imagine my life without you.”

He pulls you closer, if thats possibly, wrapping his arms around you. “I love you with my entire being. I'm nothing without you, and never want to be without you.” He presses another passionate kiss to your lips.

You pull away even more breathless, as tears fall from your face. “I love you too, Bucky. More than you'll ever know.” You kiss again softly.

"Come on," he says, taking you by the hand to head back in.

When you walk back into the common room Bucky announces that he is going to be a daddy! Everyone in the room cheers for the happy expecting newlywed couple. That night no one on Earth was as happy as you and your new husband.

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Part 6

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[femoso-seben]

Immortal Shenanigans

Chapter 2: Bullets and Pots

pt.1 pt.2, pt. 3

You stare at them. And they stared at you. You grow and twist your arms until the rope becomes loose. You really had to remove the bullet from your head. You violently dislocated your shoulder and pulled your left hand free.

You throw your head forward dislodging the bullet in your head. You reach into the hole pull out the bullet and drop it onto the ground. You rotate your neck before freeing your other arm.

“You know it’s impolite to shoot someone from that distance.” You hum as the hole in your head begins to close. “Next time shoot me up close, so the bullet doesn’t get stuck.”

You reach down untie your feet, stand up, and walk toward the group. “What with those expressions? It seems like you're seeing a zombie—“

Bang!

Another bullet hits you point blank in the face. You fall backward as they lay more bullets into your body. They quietly stare at each other before leaving, your eyes open and you stand up in the empty… where were you?

It didn’t matter you picked up your bag and left. As you leave the large room you hear a low voice talking. We’re they still here? Might as well scare the shit out of them.

“Hey,” you round the corner as a bullet hits you in the heart. You stare down at the hole in your chest. “That’s not very nice.” You look up shaking your head.

“How the fuck are you still alive?”

“I’m immortal.”

“We killed you.”

“You tried.”

They stared at you with horror in their eye. You were still alive. I looked down at their map, they were planning something.

“Mmh, colonizing shit, you make your ancestors proud.” You look up at the British military men. They give you a cold look.

Ghost raises his gun, “Don’t waste your bullets on me.” You say not looking at him. “We both know it won’t work.” He slowly lowers his gun and looks down at you.

“Why are you here?”

“I’m Egyptian…. I’m from Egypt. This is my home territory.” You’d rate the obvious.

“How old are you?” Soap folds his arm curious about the answer.

“About 5,000 years old.” You casually stare looking down at your ruined clothes. “I was born a little after Egypt was unified. So about 5,000 years old.” You looked him in the face.

“How are you still alive?”

“I don’t know.”

“How don’t you know?”

“We didn’t have science back then!” I shout at Soap.

“I’m older than your Goddamn country, show me some respect!”

“You act like a bratty child.” Ghost hums looking at you with annoyance.

“I am still 20, there’s a dichotomy, between my age and my mental age. I’ve been through a lot and processed it like a 20-year-old.” You explain. The mustache man nods somewhat understanding.

“You do act your age.”

“What you guys doing?” You stand on your tippy toes trying to catch a glimpse of what they're doing. They move to block your view.

“This is private information.”

“Geez ok,” you put your hands up, “it’s not like I’m gonna retain that information. It’s not important to me.”

“Why do you wanna know then?”

“Because I’m nosy,” you shrug. In this decade you decided to be the most immature person ever, to truly act your mental age. A little dumb and completely insufferable.

“Anyways I need to head back… I’m thinking the lady I’m staying with is looking for me.” You begin to walk off, humming a tune so old it was ingrained in your very soul.

“Where do you think you're going?”

“Back to my Airbnb,” you turn around spreading your arms to the mustache man. “Don’t worry I won’t mention you, all four of you aren’t worthy to be remembered.” You give them a bow and Waltz out.

You have rented the Airbnb for a month. you open the door and set your bag down. If the police are looking for you, you're going to have to call in and clear up the misinformation. You take a shower and change to less damaged bloody clothes.

“Hey is this the police?… this is yn… I wasn’t missing just went on a spiritual journey without my phone… sorry for the inconvenience… of course, I’ll tell someone next time.” You hung up, bored and slightly numb.

You should call in that temple site, and get your pots in a museum; not the British Museum, but a local one. You found the right phone number of an old colleague.

“Hey is mister Renfield there? Yes, this is Sofia, Mary’s daughter. Me and my mother stumble across a hidden temple.” News travels fast and you soon we’re back in your temple this time willingly and unstuck.

“Sofia,” you look up.

“Look at these pots, they are your specialty,” Benjamin said. He was an archeologist from America helping with the dig.

“These are in great condition,” you hum, of course, they are. Nobody touched them but you. “These artifacts might tell us more about this temple.”

“This site gonna be a new tourist attraction.” You smile but deep inside you hate the idea of random people ruining your sacred temple.

You walk the street at night. You didn’t need sleep, you didn’t need food, you didn’t need water. But you like those things, they make you feel more mortal more human. You found it ironic you wanted to be human again when for many years you’ve seen yourself as a god amongst men.

“These pots look expensive.” You froze and looked to your right.

“We can sell this to the British Museum.”

Hell no!

You begin to walk down the alleyway, those pots— must have come from your site. Those were your pots, nobody else but yours. You found three men packing them into boxes.

“What do you think you're doing with my pots?” You coldly asked in Arabic. They turn to you like deer in headlights. One pulls out a gun and threatens to shoot. You stare at them coldly arms folded.

“Back off bitch!”

“Why?” You walk closer and they frown. They turn to each other and begin to speak another language.

You could understand them. They were talking about your looks. They could sell you. Or harvest your organs. You frown if they discover your immortality they keep you as a slave.

“Human trafficking?” They froze and turned to you horrified. You knew the second language too. You pull out your tactical whip and hit the one with the gun. You took the gun and turned it on them.

“Take me to your hideout.” You demand. You will take all the artifacts they have stolen back. They slowly took you to an abandoned warehouse at the end of the city. They tried to take the gun back but your whip took good care of their attempts.

It hurt like hell and it culled their attempts to fight you. You knocked out both men, with one hard punch and tied them up with the rope you carried in your bag. You enter the abandoned warehouse. It was mostly empty, besides the shit tone of guns, but you didn’t care for that.

“Damn, what is this? An incels’ wet dream?” You mutter staring at the boxes of guns.

You walk around taking in all the stuff. Most of it was military, not your problem. You found your artifacts all in a single box with little care put into it. You deer in frustration. You pull out your phone to call in the stolen items and the military-grade gun.

“Hello, police?”

“Price over here.” Your voice does as you slowly lookout to find those four military men. You end the call and stand up.

“Hey.”

Bang!

“Hey, these pots are old!” You yell back trying to protect the box.

“What are you doing here,” mustache man roars in anger.

“Stolen museum pots!”

“How can we trust you?” They all had their guns pointed at you. You roll your eyes.

“I’m an archeologist first, a historian second, and a bitch lastly. I don’t give a shit about your damn mission only these pots!” They turn to each other. Was she for real? They look at you. Yes, she is.

“Alright you're here for pots, how did you get here.”

“Two looters try to steal my temple pot.”

“How did you take out two men?”

“Tactical whip,” you hold up your metallic whip. Soap sighed and the mustache man simply covered his eyes.

“Does it work?”

“Very well.”

“I’m going to call the police—“

“No, we’re going to call the military.” Mustache man interrupted you. You sigh and stretch your arms.

“Alright, when they get here just tell them that box is historically important.” You pick up your stuff and begin to leave.

“Where are you going?”

“You guys got this handle, and I still need to report another problem.” You wave your hand.

“Let’s not meet up again.” You state as you leave the warehouse.

You called in the temple pot theft and your colleagues explained the frustrating situation. Looters are the first enemy of knowledge and history.

Bang!

You fall forward and your world turns black.

#cod x reader #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soap mw2 #cod #call of duty #141 #captain price #kyle gaz garrick #pots because archeology

[worldseer]

Who are your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from JJK? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments from the series? Thanks.....

I admit, most of my favorite characters from JJK I somewhat thirst over but I'll try to keep those thoughts out of why I love them (because I do have some genuine reason besides thirst for liking them). 1. Toji Fushiguro

First and foremost, I like his calm attitude yet snarky way of talking. Also he's just a badass. We all all saw him kick ass any time he came on screen. His physique and strength is something to envy ngl (which I had big muscles too). And yes, not the best dad but I KNOW this man was the best fucking husband he could be. 2. Kento Nanami

HE DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER! It's obvious he cares a lot about people, especially young sorcerers. I like to believe that while he hates how Jujutsu Society operates, he tries to make the small changes necessary to make it better (aka not having child soldiers die and get traumatized like he did). Plus I fully agree that both aspects of life (living as a sorcerer or working a normal job) sucks too.

3. Ryomen Sukuna

HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON BEFORE YOU ALL STAB ME TO DEATH CEASAR STYLE- He's genuinely an interesting antagonist to me. He has layers, I think that's apparent. He's cocky, but for good reason. And there have been moments where I near shat my pants watching him (we all saw that Jogo vs. Sukuna fight and those jumpscares he did. Also both VAs did amazing cackles). His true form from the Heian Era is also so cool to look at as well, and I think may inspire me to be more creative with my own character designs in the future.

4. Suguru Geto

HOLD ON, HOLD ON- Once again, I love a layered antagonist and HOLY SHIT HE HAS LAYERS! Like- ok- I get what his goal is. I get what he wants. And frankly, if my lover best friend died, came back to life, and close friend I was meant to protect died as well, yeah I'd be kinda fucked up so see people celebrating and not batting an eye. Yes, running a cult and committing literal genocide are. . . choices. But in the end, his goal is to protect sorcerers (a group constantly being used and controlled by the majority of non-sorcerers) and that makes some sense.

5. Toge Inumaki

I personally think he's a bit underrated, and underutilized. Sure, I know he's not loaded with Cursed Energy but like- that technique he has can be overpowered as hell. Also, I like how he insists on using ingredient names to convey how he feels when he could just- avoid commands? Like he can obviously use nouns. As long as there's a proper subject, then verbs won't use the cursed speech technique (Don't flame me if I'm wrong, I haven't read through too much of the manga). He's cute, I love his vibes, and he is my son. As for moments in the series, they're more small than most expect: 1. Whenever Mahito gets his ass beat - Self explanatory. Yes I'm still fucking mad about what happened to Nobara and Nanami.

2. When Yuji met Toge in the streets of Shibuya - SALMON! But fr, I love the small moments that show friendship between sorcerers that otherwise don't meet up much. And Toge just being there, chilling with a megaphone to help people is funny to me.

3. The last conversation between Megumi and Toji - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! PAIN! BUT ALSO YOU CAN SEE HOW HAPPY TOJI IS FOR HIS SON! I'M GONE. DEAD.

4. THAT Nanami scene - MAPPA served us good as did Kenjiro Tsuda. "The number and locations of your allies," anything for you, love. Let's go to Malaysia and sit on a beach. I giggle every time.

5. The phone conversation Suguru and Satoru have - The expressions and conversation kill me everytime. They're 'close friends' your honor.

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[desertthorn]

Ok, I'm getting caught up in Face and BA's practically non-existent relationship. I could go on forever, but I'm on mobile with long nails, so I'll stick to some bullet points for now to preserve my sanity.

•One thing I've noticed is how fucking difficult it is to find examples of Face and BA interacting. Just them standing next to each other is a whole lot of work to track down. 9 times out of 10 Face is next to Hannibal or Murdock where he feels most comfortable, ironically the same goes for BA. BA will take an order from Face at the appropriate times, but when they stand next to each other, they hardly ever interact if at all. One exception is that BA doesn't tend to react to anything Face says unless he's angry like in 'Black Day at Bad Rock' and 'Chopping Spree' or unless he's making fun of Face. In fact, I've noticed BA almost only ever teases Face. He yells a lot at Murdock and will argue with Hannibal, but he will outright make fun of Face.

It's also some of the only times BA smiles and laughs. Nearly every time this happens, BA isn't looking at Face at the time. He'll have his eyes on the road or being doing something with his hands that his eyes never leave. When Face ever tries to engage with BA, there is almost no reaction at all.

Face just waits for the tiniest nod before he moves on.

But once in a great while we get something like this:

This is one of the only times I can think of that they actually have a conversation. Face is complaining like he does, and BA responds with something insightful.

So to sum up, minus orders, there are basically three types of interactions between them.

1- BA mostly ignores Face while Face tries to talk to him.

2- BA teasing Face.

3- BA is angry at Face.

So why do you think that is?

• Here's what I've been thinking about.

Face lies for a living, BA doesn't like lying. Let's start there. I think when Face looks at BA and tries to talk to him, BA chooses to not react because it gives him the upper hand. Can't get scammed if you don't play your part. Not that he thinks he's being scammed, but BA has seen enough to almost always have his guard up. There is a lot of respect for Hannibal that let's BA feel more comfortable around him and with Murdock he gets affection whether he wants it or not, that's just how Murdock rolls. So for BA he's not making a choice until it comes to his interactions with Face. Now for Face, he has the same thing with Hannibal and Murdock, no emotional work needed there, but when it comes to BA he's at a loss. He can't scam his way into friendship with BA, but he can't be too genuine either. It's in his nature to also have his guard up, so there are two walls put up between them at all times. The biggest difference is you can tell Face wants to be friends with BA and despite the walls, Face trusts his friend/not friend probably more than he realizes. The poor kid was probably pretty lonely as a child so having this little family means a lot to him even if he is somewhat unaware of it. When Face tries to leave, he address the whole team, but it's BA who responds first. It seems to kinda take Face by surprise. So he tries to make light of the situation. Look at the two of them at the end here:

It's probably the only time they've ever embraced and it's clearly uncomfortable, but neither of them hesitates. Their guards both drop for just long enough to be friends. I know everyone focuses on Murdock in this scene, but I always notice this more.

•One last thing I'd like to add is from 'Black Day at Bad Rock'.

While Face is pacing back and forth in Dr. Sullivan's living room talking about how BA is gonna kill him, Hannibal says "Face, BA loves you." When Face doubles back and says "he does?" Hannibal responds, "Told me himself" (those lines are from memory and may be a little off, but the intention remains). Face is genuinely taken aback by every time he is informed of or experiences BA's affection for him, cuz he honestly can't see it 90% of the time.

Then there's this:

It was one of the only times we see them make eye contact and see BA smile. I'm not gonna get into much more here than BA starting angry and ending with him making fun of Face, there's too much here lol, but this is the best example of their dynamic.

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I've gotta go, I can only type with one finger for so long, but I've been sitting on this and had to get it out. Feel free to add on!

#the a team #the a-team #ba baracus #b a baracus #ba #bad attitude #templeton peck #face #faceman #hannibal smith #hm murdock #murdock #john hannibal smith #my rambles

[spotsandsocks]

Fuck it Friday

Here we go- a bit of self promo putting a touch of F in your Friday with one of my E fics that I was quite pleased with. 😏

Tagged by @jesuisici33 @hippolotamus @heartshapedvows @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @wikiangela @loserdiaz with wonderful snippets

Coming Home 8.5K first kiss to first time (sequel to I Missed You 11k an angsty little number where Buck leaves for several months until Eddie finds him and finally tells him how he feels but can be read alone) A bit from each chapter to tempt you in

Chapt 1 😚

“Buck we can’t.” Eddie doesn’t sound completely convinced.

“Why?” he tries not to whine

“Because if you kiss me I’m not going wanna stop and we’re at work.”

“I’m not, not back yet.” Eddie considers this a persuasive argument.

“One kiss Eds, please”

Eddie groans, moves infinitesimally closer then pulls back again, head thunking against the wall. His pupils are blown he’s panting and they haven’t done anything.

“We’re waiting.” he says but he lifts his hand and runs his fingers slowly over Buck’s parted lips. Buck closes his eyes and chases after them, catches Eddie’s hand by the wrist, if that’s all he gets he’ll take it. He pulls his hand to his mouth and kisses the palm, drags his lips up to a finger and slides the tip into his mouth.

Chapt 2 ☺️

Chris is already sat on the bed, he pats the spot next to him and Eddie eyes narrow suspiciously, half amused, half concerned.

“Everything ok?”

“Just sit down Dad”

“We need to talk.”

Eddie frowns, well that is a worry, few conversations that start with that end well. “We do?”

“Yes” Chris sounds serious. “It’s about Buck.”

Eddie sits down a little harder than he intended, oh God what if Chris has worked it out and disapproves, he never thought of that. Chris loves Buck so much he never thought he’d be unhappy if they got together. He keeps the nervousness out of his voice when he asks the tentatively, “What about Buck?”

“I don’t want him to go away again.” Some of his anxiety fades, that’s somewhat reassuring at least.

“Neither do I” Eddie reassures him quickly “but I don’t think he will bud.”

“He was sad before but he’s not anymore.” Eddie can’t work out what Chris is trying to say to him.

“No, I think he’s happy to be back.”

“With us?”

“Yes.”

Then Chris gets to his point.

“With you?” Chris fixes him with a look far more penetrating than a preteen should be capable of.

“Um” Eddie’s horrified to feel his cheeks start to go red.

Chris nods thoughtfully, taking his father’s embarrassment in his stride “That’s what I thought.” Then he follows up with a crushing statement, “Dad, why are grown ups so silly That makes him laugh and he bumps shoulders with his son, “no idea.”

Chris has another question, “Denny asked if I can go to his for a sleepover tonight. Can I?”

“That’s a bit short notice Chris” Eddie’s reluctant to agree and anyway he’s already asked Carla to babysit tonight while he’s out with Buck.

“Denny said it was his mom’s idea so it’s fine.”

“Was it now?” he mutters and thinks about his meddling friends fondly.

Chapt 3 😏

Buck pulls away to breathe deeply, mutters his name in a reverent tone with his eyes closed. Eddie’s dizzy, he doesn’t think he’s ever been kissed quite like that, like he was the oxygen necessary for Buck to breathe.

He thinks its finished but then his lips are taken again, harder, faster and he’s being moved backwards until he hits the door of the fridge with a thump. Eddie meets the fire from Buck eagerly, hands coming up and burying themselves in his curls. He tugs slightly and Buck groans, kisses him harder, presses then closer together. He can feel the aching hardness between his legs matched by Buck, pressed up close like this there is just enough friction to tease but not satisfy.

The kisses were a lot but then Buck shifts to his neck kissing downwards, when he bites lightly into the muscle Eddie cries out and his knees actually do stop working he slides a little down the refrigerator door. Buck stops to laugh his breath tickles and Eddie’s squirms. Buck bites again making him gasp once more.

“Like that huh?”

“Take a guess.”

“Nuh huh we said we’d talk,” he’s peppering more kisses along his skin “you gotta tell me these things Eds, I gotta know what feels good”

“You, you feel good” he’s arching back against the door, pressing himself harder against Buck, giving him more access to his neck. Buck hums a pleased little noise. When Eddie looks at him he’s blushing.

“Yeah?”

Eddie pushes his hip forward again to prove it and Buck takes a stuttering breath at the pressure against his cock, eyelids fluttering shut.

Eddie licks his lips “Wanna go somewhere more comfortable?”

@monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @shortsighted-owl @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @hippolotamus @buddierights @stagefoureddiediaz @thekristen999 @like-the-rest-of-la @the-likesofus @thewolvesof1998 @wildlife4life @spaceprincessem @eddiebabygirldiaz @exhuastedpigeon @hoodie-buck @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @elvensorceress @bekkachaos @giddyupbuck @housewifebuck hope I didn’t forget anyone

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fox #buddie fic #911 on fox #911fic #911 fic

[00belle00lovely00]

*+_THEATER AND OG DAYCARE AU!_+* (PART 1)

(OK. THINGS FIRST, DO FORGIVE ME IF YOU SEE SUDEN STRANGE CHANGES IN THE ART STYLE, I swear to my mama I made all of these, just that I've been drawing this concept idea for the past 2 years and I somehow completely changed from my own art style for these sillies towards the cardboard cutouts that the game has us to offer. So if there's any confusion, the first image up there is the latest from a few weeks.)

So I had this concept AU idea where I wanted to explain WHY the Sun and Moon can be completely separate while Eclipse is just cast away from the whole 'brotherhood' the fandom has created. And BECAUSE I haven't seen anyone do this back when I had this idea, I decided to make it my own!

AU LORE:

Eclipse in this AU appeared way back when the pizzaplex was being built. Small variations of iconic attractions such as a smaller version of the atrium, a half-cut area of Rockstar Row and Bonnie Bowl which was, at the time, the biggest attraction at the in-construction were all located within the upcoming glamrocks with their beta versions. Back at that time, Eclipse was somewhat of a prototype for the present-day daycare attendant we all know and love. They began to work around a smaller version of the daycare, being introduced to the children with both daytime and naptime protocols to ensure their safety and fun in Superstar Daycare.

Eventually, though, the pizzaplex began to grow bigger and bigger, to the point where more clients of all ages started to watch the early performances of the beta Glamrocks. Due to funds increasing and higher-ups becoming much more daring, a new attraction was set up near the daycare, this being known as the present-day Theater where Sundrop and Moondrop were introduced as its performers. Working as entertainers and jesters for comedic acts, especially for the adults who dropped off their kids and went off for a bag of popcorn and a soda to watch the sillies on their performances.

Sun and Moon as Jesters:

Sun back at the time was his usual joyful and happy self, yet one full of ego and quite self-centered if you must say. As Sun was given the role of the main character in the majority of his performances, he kept the idea that everything must be according to what was planned. Perfect, clean and nicely done, he thinks that the smallest mistake could ruin his "character arc" and much rather be scrapped on set in front of all his fans than admit that sometimes you just have to get off your fantasies and set yourself in real life.

Moon on the other hand, oh boy, that guy wasn't any less good. As the antagonist of the majority of the performances, he grew a 'villainous wanna-be' personality. Where he tries to prank you, trick you, and make pathetic yet silly obstacles before laughing away in an 'evil' laugh. I mean... what would you honestly expect? This is Moon who we are talking about you guys, there's no way this guy can be a calming presence to be around, not even before the virus situation.

FAMILY BONDING:

At first, Eclipse seemed a bit shocked and wary about how there were suddenly two completely identical modelled animatronics that resembled a lot of him living just near his daycare. At some point, they didn't want to be involved in whatever these two jesters were.

But as time went by, admittedly Eclipse grew attached to the twins. Having an older sibling bonded with them as they were the ones making sure those two imbeciles wouldn't go at each other's necks for dumb reasons like a scrip, a mistake in their performance on stage or even just a simple argument. Which they had. Multiple times.

Things were always a ruckus with the jesters. They hung out on their after-hours, helped each other with their usual routines for the day, and even there were rare occasions when Sun and Moon were invited into the daycare. That, of course, was where Sun learned how to adore arts and crafts. Seeing the beauty of art from his own viewpoint. As for the Moon jester? Well, he learned about disciplinarity, the need for perpetual rest and most wholesomely, he grew to like naptime due to Eclipse's soft lullaby that they would spread to every kid alike. Although too proud to admit, he is slightly jealous of Eclipse's calming nature. In a good way.

ANYWAY, ILL UPDATE ALL WITH THE 2ND PART SOON BYE-

#fnaf moon #fnaf art #fnaf sb #fnaf au #fnaf fanart #fnaf security breach #fnaf #fnaf sun #fnaf superstar daycare #sundrop #moondrop #moon #eclipse #fnaf ruin #ruin eclipse #brotherly bonding #art #I LOVE THEM SO MUCHHHH AAAA

[emsgwenstan]

Blood and secrets

I really wanted a way to bond reader and rissa that wasn’t extremely happy but kinda down the earth and wholesome x

Summery: reader x Larissa. Reader In trouble and Larissa comes to help, gets intimate and personal. Fluffy fluff fluff my darlings.

Warnings: menstrual cycle mention, blood, insecurity issues, smoking, alcohol.

The sun is slightly shining through your dark emerald blinds, causing you to stir awake. After about a minute or so of lying in your bed readying yourself for the day to come, you sit up feeling lightheaded and a somewhat saturated feeling around your hips down to your knees, slowly peeling the blankets of your warm body you look down to what can only seem to be described as a crime scene.

Frantically grabbing at your blood soaked clothes, you start hyperventilating, smearing the liquid all over your hands and chest from grabbing at your shirt searching for air to quickly delve deep into your lungs before you pass out. You could hardly see out of your stinging teary eyes when you start searching for your phone, still on the nightstand you went to reach out to grasp it when your bloodied hand come back to view. You ask Siri to call her.

You didn’t know what you were doing. Why would she want to help you like this? Although She’s the only one who seems like she could or would help. “Hello?” Her voice was confused, “hey um… I didn’t know who else to call, I um- I need help” your voice broke sounding week and frail. “What happened y/n? Are you ok? Did you hurt yourself? Do u need me to come to your quarters?!” She asked frantically. “Only if your not busy, i don’t want to disturb you. Im sorry if I woke you, but I…I don’t feel very good Larissa.” “nonsense! Just tell me if I need to get a substitute to cover your classes?” She said matter of factly. “Yes, please”. You could hear the opening and closing of her desk drawers and the closing of her laptop on the line. “Ok darling, I will be there in two minutes alright?” She said. “Please… help me” the tears began to flow again. “I’m coming, I promise I’m coming to help you just hang tight sweetheart, I’m assuming u can’t unlock your door I’ll bring my master key. Y/n, I promise I’ll be there, just breath.” With that she hung up leaving you back to your jittery thoughts.

Larissa Weems and yourself were like each other’s admirers, close colleagues and borderline best friends. Your relationship is more on the professional side but when either of you have a stressful day or just need a break, you both came to an agreement that you would go to one another baring a bottle of wine and talk about it, support each other and complement one another. You had been working together for 4 years and still don’t know a lot of personal things that go on in your lives but the situation your in now is sure to bring your friendship to another level.

1 minute and 37 seconds, that’s how long it took for you to hear the keys jingling in the lock of your door. As it was opening wanted to warn her “wait!” You could see her hand on the edge of the door grasping it. “Just- prepare yourself.” She slowly opens the door and looked at you in utter shock, her mouth agape and eyes wide flicking from the scene before her to your own eyes. She turns to shut the door in a swift motion, running to you, bending down by your side. “Are you ok?!” She clasped your wet cheeks wiping the liquid from them. “Help me” you said in a barely audible whisper. Larissa took a hold of your wrists pulling them in a way as a signal to look at her, your eyes settled on hers as you tried to match her breathing. “I am going to help you sweet girl…do you trust me?” She was searching your eyes for permission. “Yes.”

After a few moments of Larissa thinking and reassuring you, she slowly rises from her knees and bends at the hips to lace an arm around your back and under your knees. “No Larissa, I’m to heavy, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” You said in a small delicate and insecure whimper. “It’s fine.” She said “your going to get blood all over you.” Still trying to push her away. “So be it, I don’t care I want to help you, do u want me to help you?” She said as a rhetorical question but you still nodded. “Ok than.” Larissa lifted you of the bed and held you to her body, walking towards your bathroom, she lightly put you down on your feet, your eyes met her blood streaked dress, internally scolding yourself for how uncomfortable she must be to touch you let alone look at you.

She peered down on you and saw you looking at her clothes than down to the floor noticing the droplets in a trail from your bed. Larissa held your chin and tilted your head to look at her. “It’s ok it’s just blood, your bed can be washed, the floor can be wiped and my clothes can be cleaned or I’ll just buy another. It’s ok, but now it’s time for you to get clean, are you comfortable with me helping you? I don’t want to to loose conciseness and hurt yourself.” You close your eyes and take a deep breath “yeah that would be nice if you wouldn’t mind.” You smacked your hand on the vanity bench feeling your week knees wobble, Larissa moves just as fast putting one of her hands on you hip and the other under your arm. “I’m ok, just a little lightheaded.” She took her hands away slowly. “If this gets any worse I’m taking you to the hospital.” She said sternly but you knew she was worried.

“Will you be ok if I step out for a minute and let u undress?” She asked, you looked at her with a faint smile and nodded, she walked out of the bathroom and left the door ajar. While waiting for you she stripped your bed and gathered the sheets in a pile and grabbed a couple of tissues and wiped the remaining blood off the floor and disguarded them. You turned the shower on, this being Larissa’s queue to re-enter the bathroom. She was very attentive to make you as comfortable as possible. She got a set of fresh towels, a wash cloth, a set of underwear and a T-shirt with matching sweatpants and placed them on the bench.

You had gotten into the shower while she was gathering your clothes and just stood under the running water to help calm down, when she re-entered you turned to face the wall, feeling insecure but knowing inevitably she wasn’t going anywhere. Larissa was trying to look anywhere but you she didn’t want you to think she was starring. It was new to both of you, it’s never been easy to be naked in front of anyone for you, ‘to tall, to fat, to unconventional’. Little did you know Larissa feels exactly the same way. It was awkward to say the least, however Larissa’s caring nature provided enough comfort to ease the weirdness. Looking at herself in the mirror she glanced your way initially just to check you were alright but her eyes wandered over your bare back, ‘beautiful’, she thought, just as she was about to look away she saw your shoulders trembling. Larissa sprung into action and ripped of her dress left in nothing but her underwear, she opened the screen door and latched onto your shoulders slowly turning you around, your eyes were blood shot and full of tears, she looked down at you with furrowed brows and a knowing and understanding expression, she cupped your face with both her hands and peered into your eyes “shhh darling, it’s ok, your going to be ok” she guided your head to her chest still holding your face in her grasp. You didn’t hear her walk into the shower but you didn’t care because she was there nonetheless. You wrapped your arms around her torso and pressed you bare body to hers and just sobbed.

After she calmed you down, Larissa drew back with her hands resting at the base of your neck and her fingertips on your jaw. “It’s ok sweetheart, here.” she let you go and stepped out grabbing the wash cloth and stepped back into the shower to rejoin you, wetting and lacing it with soap she bent down to her knees not worried about the amber water pooing around her legs. She looked up at you for permission. “It’s ok I can do that-” you say before she cuts you off “please… let me?” She said lightly holding the back of your thigh. “Ok.” You said giving in, Larissa started to expunge the blood off your legs and hesitated when she was about to clean your most intimate area, but she pushed on not making a big deal about it and softly pulled around your calf to spread your legs a little. You were breathing shallowly while looking down at her, the awkwardness was out of sight because you completely trust her, your half lidded eyes took in her sight from her slightly creased brows and perused lips from concentration, adoring the small scar on her upper lip, you watched as her face contorted into a small Proud smile as she rinsed and wrung out the cloth. You grabbed some more soap and quickly washed your upper body before she stood, washing yourself of you ran your hands over your hair slicking it back out of your face, you turned to look at her with a blush. “Thank you.” You said. Larissa found your shampoo and conditioner and with out asking pumped some into her palm, you turned your back and let her lather your hair. Her nails gently caressing your scalp felt like heaven, your neck went almost limp leaning back into her touch, she turned you around and you kept your eyes closed while she rinsed your hair you dare not open your eyes.

Once you were dried and dressed larissa handed you a sanitary product and reluctantly helped you with it, “uh just wait here for a sec.” You walked out leaving her in the bathroom wrapped in a towel and her damp underwear. You retrieved a T-shirt, pair of black leggings, bra and panties. You stared down for a minute at the clothing in your hands, ‘her bust seems the same but I think- know, that the panties are to big’, you thought re-entering the bathroom handing her your clothes. “I know these are terrible but I suppose these are better than nothing… if the pants are to big I’ll get you a pair with drawstring…” you said on the verge of tears, resisting looking at her to show your weakness, as you turned to leave her in alone with privacy, she grabbed ahold of your wrist, you looked up at her confused, her head was down looking at the clothes you had given her with bewilderment than to your face. “Thank you, I- I really appreciate it.” She says with a greatful smile. You just nodded absentmindedly making your way to your bed.

Standing there for a minute you sigh looking at your bloodied bed wondering what to do before hearing Larissa’s footsteps approach, you turn around and see her holding her towel and wet undergarments and dress, the outfit you lended her hung loose on her frame but she looked comfortable. you reach out and take the towel from her, tossing it carelessly onto the pile of sheets, Larissa took another step dropping her clothes in her hands bring them up to your face, leaning in more to press her forehead to yours. Both embracing each other, soaking in the warmth and comfort, Larissa retracted just enough to kiss your forehead, such a small gesture but seemingly so intimate and delicate. “Come, I’ll have this taken care of later.” Nodding her head towards the bed and sheets. “How about we go back to my quarters, I’ll take care of you, speaking of, how do u feel?” She asked. “I feel achey and my stomach feels like contracting knots and have a headache on the way… I’d love to go with you but I’m afraid I’d be more of a burden than a guest.” You spoke. “Nonsense y/n, grab a few things you need and we’ll be on our way.” You put your phone in your pocket took a charger and a pillow as well as a unopened pack of cigarettes you kept in a drawer to your desk. Larissa regained her clothes, keys and shoes before heading to the door. “I guess we haven’t thought about the students.” You say weary of prying eyes. “Trust me darling i have, I know some shortcuts.”

You arrive in front of her office and help her with the keys, pulling them from her teeth, you smile and open the door. She dumped her clothes in a hamper near the door in her room, you were stood in the middle of it admiring the decor and the impeccable aesthetic taste when Larissa offers you a glass of water and painkillers, which you obliged. She tossed back the covers and took your things placing them on a nearby arm chair and guided you to lie down, she tucked you in and turned to leave the room. “Stay, please… stay with me.” You said. Butterflies erupted in Larissa’s stomach she looked at you in taking in your fragile state and made her way to the other side of the bed, almost to scared to touch you, she tried to stay as close to the edge as possible. “Do I make you that uncomfortable.” You said with your eyes closed and back turned. She moved closer feeling your body heat as she turned to face your back, you could feel her staring.

After a few minutes Larissa’s heart was beating out of her chest, you were slightly squirming bringing your knees as close to yourself as you could, hugging onto your cramping abdomen. She noticed and was conflicted. Larissa moved closer, pressing her front to your tense back she moved aside your arm and held onto your hip. “Will you let me try something?” She whispered softly into your ear. “Yeah…” you squeaked. She slid down the waist band of your pants and splayed her hand over your stomach. You let out a deep breath and moved you hand to be on top of hers, the warmth immediately helped. She let her head lay in the crook of your neck and you melted into her, your bodies moulding perfectly together. It wasn’t long after that you both fell asleep peacefully.

Hours passed by before you woke up, still in the same position as when you both fell asleep. The feeling of her hand on your stomach was overwhelming, you loved how kind the gesture is and how her skin felt on yours but your insecurities come back to play, you don’t have a very flattering body in your opinion. You don’t have a flat stomach or the perfect posture, you have thick thighs and stretch marks, these things after all these years are still your downfall, so scared about liking yourself or for others to like you because of it, although after Larissa insisted on helping you, it doesn’t feel like she’s judging. While being in the shower with her u didn’t want to look anywhere but her face, you wished to be respectful, but if you had you would of noticed the small stretch marks on her hips and breasts, the scene replayed in your mind until Larissa stirred awake.

“Hi.” She said in the deepest sleepy voice. “Hey.” You spoke in a low whisper. “How do u feel?” She asked. “A lot better than before.” You said. “That’s great, what’s the time do u know?” You turned your head to her nightstand and looked at the small clock. “6:17pm.” She hummed in acknowledgment. Larissa slowly removed her hand, releasing it was still there she blushed furiously, you turned back to look over your shoulder at her, Larissa’s face was bright red and her eyes wide when they make contact with yours, you sit up and move back to rest against the headboard before tossing back the blankets to stand, she looked at you quizzically. “I’ll be back in two seconds.” You said walking out into her office, headed towards her liquor cabinet that’s hidden in plain sight, you smile at the thought. Coming back to her room you held a bottle of red in one hand and rounded the bed to stand next to Larissa. “Come on, I think we could use this.” You said offering the bottle. She took your outstretched hand and waited as you went to the arm chair that’s reserving your things and plucked out the pack of cigarettes, you turned to walk towards her balcony, grabbing her hand dragging you with her, she managed to grasp a blanket on the way out.

Not bothering to use glasses just drinking straight out of the bottle you had both drank about 3/4 of it, Larissa sat right next to you and shared the blanket, draped around her and your shoulders. You took out your pack of cigarettes and lit one, you could see her in your peripheral vision eyeing you. You smirked a little and asked “yes?” She looked straight ahead away from you taking another sip of wine before saying “I didn’t know u smoked.” You looked at her directly “I don’t really, only when I’m stressed.” You said. She looked back at you and smiled. “Me to.”  her response was a shock. you took a drag and passed it to her. “Thanks.” She said, you watched as she inhaled and exhaled, taking the time to admire her more, something about how graceful she let the smoke escape her red stained lips was beautiful.

She took another drag before passing it back to you. “I need you to know how incredibly grateful I am for your help this morning, to be honest it’s never been that bad, I felt immobilised and there’s never been that much blood. I just didn’t know what to do.” You said handing eher the cigarette to finish it off. “It’s fine I believe you would do the same for me, even if I’m more stubborn.” She added. “I would. I’d do anything for you.” You said not shying away from the facts and looking her deep in her eyes to show your sincerity. “Well since we’re being honest I think I should express something.” She said, gripping hard at the bottle. “I’m listening.” You said cheekily. “Well… I don’t know if it’s just the result of the wine to have enough courage to tell you, but… for a while now, I’ve liked you, a lot. You are the sweetest most down to earth and understanding person I have ever met, not to mention how beautiful you are… I, I don’t want you to take it the wrong way but, being able to see you this morning up close and personal and see all of your beautiful marks and blemishes, made my heart feel full, because I didn’t feel alone. Forgive me if this sounds strange but I love that everyone of your stretch marks tells and scars tells a story, and that you’re not as thin as a pencil, I understand that u must have terrible insecurities like me but I only wish to ease them every single day for as long as it takes for you to see how beautiful you are. Because you are and u deserve to be treated the way you treat others including me.” She stopped for a moment stifling tears, she continued in a shaking voice “now I understand my feelings aren’t reciprocated but I believe it only fair to tell you.” A single tear rolling down her cheek and closing her eyes, waiting for rejection.

You on the other hand was in tears once again, you let out a groggy, wet chuckle, reaching out taking a hold of her cheeks in your palms. She looked down at you confused, although her face softened at the sight of your adorable grin and tear stained face. You put your forehead on hers closed you eyes and whispered, “finally….. after all this time…. I have found someone who wants… me? Of all people it was the one I always wanted.” You said laughing and crying at the same time. She pulled back from you with a small smile plastered on her face. “You, you really mean it?” She asked. “I do, I really do, you have no idea how long I have waited to be chosen Larissa, by anyone for that matter, never being first choice really takes a toll on the self esteem, and to know u want me in the same way I desire you, and not just as a friend, not just second choice, but as more, means everything to me. And as for the insecurities stuff… I have never let anyone see me naked willingly, to be honest I’m still socked that I did it. and thank you for saying those things about me, not one person in my life had said something like that about me.” At that moment you let your hands trail down and around her neck, unpinning her hair and letting it fall around her shoulders and spill down her back, you brought your hands around to her collarbones and caressed them gently, your hands went lower to her chest and onto her sternum laying your palm on top of it. “This part, right here, is where I feel you, in the centre of my being close to my heart. This bone protects your heart when I cannot.” You explained.

Larissa took ahold of your wrist holing her chest and guided it to her lips and kissed your knuckles, than put your hand on her face once again leaning into it, holding you there. Gazing into one another she spoke. “I adore you darling girl… I love you so much sweetheart.” She whispered as if it were a secret that not another soul eligible enough to hear. “I love you rissa, more than anything on this planet.” You lean in and wait for her to close the gap, her breath was faint on your lips as she pressed them to your own, it was slow passionate and absolutely full of love. When you both pull back, more tears were shed as you lay in each other’s embrace, curling up in the blanket more, stealing longing and loving looks of each other while staring at the stars.

#larissa weems #gwendoline christie #principle weems #wednesday #romance #larissa weems x y/n #larissa x reader #gwenchrist(ie) #wlw fanfic #larissa weems x reader

[munsons-hellfire]

Chaos: Prologue

SUMMARY: Evangeline did the only thing she knew she could. She ran. Upon leaving her home court, she crash lands into the Spring Court, hoping to find a better home.

PAIRINGS: Evangeline Nightbane x Lucien Vanserra (Currently), & Evangeline Nightbane x Cassian (Eventually)

CONTENT WARNING: MFW, mentions of trauma.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello everyone this is the second original character work that I will be writing. When I came up with this idea I only saw it as an original character storyline. Evangeline is somewhat based of a character I made at one point for a Steve Rogers fic that I used to have up on my wattpad account. On top of that this story will follow the first three books, Silver Flames will be a definite AU and will most likely only include Feyre's pregnancy line. Nesta will be mated to Mor in this version. Also I wanted to try writing in first person pov so that story will be in first person and eventually it'll switch back and forth between Evie and Cassian but as of right now it'll be Evie's pov.

WORD COUNT: 3.7K

Chapter 1

The earliest memory I have is of Helion teaching me how to use my wings. I could conjure them through my magic, I didn’t understand how any of it worked, and Helion probably wasn’t the greatest teacher to be teaching me but he was better than my parents. Helion was more of a real father to me than my actual father had been. My mother and father had always told me that I was the first and only child they’d ever conceived, but I never believed them.

I don’t think Helion believed them either. But what could he do, what could I do? There were key reasons that I didn’t believe I was their child. I could conjure wings firstly, I had black hair and purple eyes, they’d often glow brighter when I used my powers. The Mother had gifted me with three separate powers. Two of them I adored more than anything, the other I wish was never gifted to me.

I have the ability to open portals, a fun one really except when I’d open portals to places I probably shouldn’t be even looking at. Next I learned that I can create any type of weapon𑁋shields included𑁋they are created through telekinetic energy that runs through me. And lastly I can read the minds of those around me. I’m not a Daemati, I’m sure it’d be a lot cooler than everyone’s constant thoughts pressing down on my own mind.

Being able to read every single thought as I pass by any Fae is insufferable. As a child it wasn’t so bad. I was focused on other stuff that would block out the incessant thoughts. I also didn’t understand my powers. I still don’t understand how any of them work, really, but I’ve managed to attempt to control two of the three at least for the time being. Being able to read everyone’s thoughts was truly a destructive power.

That’s how I found myself right now. I had heard my father and mother’s conversation, but I also heard their thoughts. They were going to hand me over to Amarantha, the High Queen of Prythian. I never liked the female, my parents spoke so highly of her. I didn’t understand how they were still in Helion’s Court. The only thing I knew that I could do was run, so that’s what I did.

Except I didn’t think it through so clearly. I was falling through the sky, trying to summon my wings. The portal I had opened, well it had decided to drop me from the sky. I was plummeting towards my death. This was how I would die. I, Evangeline Nightbane, would make contact with the ground and die. For a moment it seemed like an ok death, a great way to escape my parents before they’d even have a chance to hand me over to that hag Under the Mountain.

My eyes were closed, I couldn’t force them open if I tried to. I knew I was getting closer to the grassy lands. I knew my time was coming to an end soon enough. A gasp left my mouth, I didn’t feel the impact of the ground. Instead I felt arms tighten around my body. Then his thoughts hit me.

“Such a beautiful female.” He had thought to himself. I didn’t want to be hearing his thoughts, I didn’t want to hear how beautiful he thought I was. How he was thrilled he had caught me in time.

Taking in a breath of air I finally opened my eyes. I turned my head slightly, lifted my eyes and saw the male that had caught me in his arms. He had long red hair, his golden-brown skin really complemented his red hair. And his eyes, oh his eyes were so beautiful. They were covered under a fox mask, one eye is russet, and the other eye is gold. Those beautiful eyes stared back at me.

I had heard what Amarantha had done to the Spring Court, that’s how I knew where I was. His thoughts were weakened just like everyone else's had been, and it had been nice, a little bit peaceful if I’m being honest. But I could still hear all the thoughts. His and the High Lord’s were no different. I pulled myself from his grasp and hopped down on the grass, turning to look at the two males before I gave a bow.

My parents always told me that it was my duty to bow to those who were higher on the social chain than us. They were somewhat high on said chain but I was still taught to act a certain way, especially when we’d visit Beron Vanserra and his family. I didn’t understand why my parents weren’t trapped Under the Mountain like the others had been. Though they were probably conspiring with the High Queen and that’s why they had so much freedom.

I really wouldn’t put it past them, not with the things they’d managed to do to me as a child. I hate them, still do, so I’m happy to be here so long as the High Lord accepts my plea for his protection. I stood from my bow and glanced between the two males. They weren’t that far from their horses that I assumed they’d rode out here.

“Who are you?” The blond male questioned, coming to stand directly in front of me.

“Evangeline Nightbane, my Lord. I apologize, I didn’t mean to open a portal here. I was just trying to escape my parents. They were going to take me to the High Queen, I-I didn’t know what to do so I ran.”

Both males exchanged a glance with each other, their eyes fell back on me as I stood awkwardly in front of them waiting for them to either take me in or turn me away. I’m sure they were staring at my appearance. My black hair was a mess, dirt surly covered my face, and probably my neck, chest, and arms. I was wearing a gold dress that had been ripped at the bottom.

The dress I’d been wearing still hugged my body perfectly even if it was torn. I’m sure they could tell that I had come from the Day Court. Though it was lonely in that Court with everyone being trapped Under the Mountain. I was curious if they knew about who I was. I know that rumors had spread around Prythian about someone with my abilities existing. My parents had confirmed it to Amarantha, and she wanted to take my powers from me, she wanted to kill me for them. I knew it deep in my bones.

“Please, can I seek refuge here just until I figure out how to disappear for good.” I asked, hope, I’m sure was evident in my eyes.

“Such pretty eyes.” His thoughts had run into me again. Unknowingly I glared at the red head male.

“Of course you can stay, Evangeline.” The High Lord had finally spoken, his words were soft but stern. He held his hand out to me. I looked down at his hand hesitant to shake it, then I glanced up at his green eyes beneath the gold mask that covered his face. It was odd to see masks over their faces.

“Thank you…” I paused, realizing that I didn’t even know what to call him. I didn’t really know much about the other High Lord's my parents had neglected to inform me about. So really Helion and Beron Vanserra were the only ones I truly knew about. I didn’t even want to know the High Lord of Autumn.

He would make my life a living hell. I had heard that he had already been discussing marriage to one of his sons, Eris, I think. But then I guess Amarantha offered my parents something better. Or maybe she’d steal my powers and hand me over to the Autumn Court. Either way I knew I had to leave.

“Tamlin,” He said, green eyes still staring at me. “This is my emissary Lucien Vanserra.” I had shook Tamlin’s hand but hesitated with the red head male now known as Lucien, and a Vanserra at that.

“Vanserra?” I choked out, terrified of what he might do.

I think they could see the look evident on my face because Tamlin was the first to take action. “He won’t hurt you.” His voice was soft as he spoke to me.

I watched the two males turn and walk back towards their horses. They were speaking with each other but I wasn’t bothered enough to listen to their discussion. I watched them climb onto their horses, releasing a sigh, I followed behind them. I think once I was settled into the Spring Court I’d need to come out and explore. It was such a beautiful place and I didn’t want to be held up somewhere I didn’t know much about.

I walked up to the males, Lucien was holding his hand out for me to take. I was hesitating, trying to decide if it would be better to ride with Lucien or just walk. Tamlin was wondering why I wasn’t taking his friend’s hand and getting on the horse. Meanwhile Lucien was wondering what had happened to me for me to be this hesitant to accept his hand. In truth his father was Beron, and he was an asshole and despite what Tamlin had said I didn’t know if he could be trusted.

I tried to ignore their thoughts the best I could. Then I walked away from Lucien, ignoring him as I walked over to Tamlin. The High Lord held his hand out to me, I grasped a hold of his hand and climbed up onto the horse. I caught Tamlin glancing at Lucien, I took a chance and glanced at the other male to see a flustered look on his face as he stared at me. His thoughts were slightly louder than they had been. It was starting to give me a headache.

“I can hear your thoughts by the way.” I said, as the two steads took off through the grassy fields. “Not as loud as they used to be, but still.” I mumbled that last part hoping neither male had heard me but I wasn’t so sure. I had my hands wrapped around Tamlin’s waist and my head rested on his back. I was exhausted to say the least. I’d been running for at least a day and a half and this was the first time I could actually catch a breather.

Somewhere on the journey back I knew I had fallen asleep. I was uninterested in opening my eyes to see why we’d stopped moving. But then I felt someone wrap their arms around me and carry me. The arms were familiar, I knew I was in Lucien’s arms. His chest was so firm, and for some reason I wanted to see more of him. I felt a soft bed underneath my back, so I finally opened my eyes.

I turned slightly to look at Lucien who had been staring down at me. He had a soft look in his eyes as he gazed over me. His thoughts were all over the place, I didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Though some part of me felt that it was in fact because of me. I swear at some point I’d seen lust in his russet eye. But I chose to ignore it.

“You’ll be safe here. We’ll make sure that Amarantha doesn’t find you.” He whispered. I couldn’t help the smile that tugged on my lips.

“Thank you.” I sighed contentedly while Lucien started to back away from the bed he’d placed me on. His eyes were still on me though.

“Dinner will be in a few hours. Tamlin expects you to join us.”

“Will you be the one to get me?” I asked, a devious smirk replacing the smile on my lips as I stared at the male before me. It’s funny that Lucien was thinking of my beauty when he held me in his arms while Tamlin had been concerned about where I’d come from. I knew then and there that I’d be able to have some fun with the male, and I’m sure he’d enjoy it just as much.

“If it’s what you desire, then yes, I’ll be back here in a few hours to bring you to dinner.”

“Wonderful.” I sent a nod his way, then turned on my side and closed my eyes waiting for him to leave my newly appointed room. I figured it would be good to get some more sleep. As I drifted off to sleep I started to hope that maybe this could be my home for good.

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I’m awake now, I think I only got an hour of sleep. Something rustled outside the window which prompted me to wake. I think I’ve been standing by the window looking out of it for some time now. When I heard the noise my first thought was that my parents had found me and that they were coming to take me home. I couldn’t shake the feeling that was settling in the pit of my stomach. So I backed away from the window and closed it hoping no one could see into it.

I needed to move the bed away from the window, it was too close for my liking. If my parents were truly here they could break into the window and take me away. I pulled a piece of rope from my pocket that was on my dress. I still had yet to change out of it. With the string I pulled my hair back and proceeded to tie it so it was out of my way while I moved the bed to the other side of the room.

I didn’t know how much time had passed, suddenly the door was open and Lucien was standing in the open door way. “What are you doing, Evangeline?” The way he had said my name had sparked something inside me.

“I’m just moving my bed.” I put my focus back on the bed and continued to move it to the other side of the room. I could tell that Lucien was curious. He didn’t need to think it for me to see it evident on his face when I briefly looked at him.

“Why exactly are you moving the bed?” He was so serious as he had asked the question.

I sighed, pulled away from the bed and glared at the male. I understand that he wanted to know but I wasn’t so sure I could trust him yet. He was a Vanserra after all. Maybe I could tell him about this feeling I had.

“I heard a noise outside my window. I was afraid that it was my parents.” The fear was evident in my voice. This had caught Lucien’s attention. I now wished I had just kept my mouth shut. I was good at that, keeping quiet and listening to everything.

“I’m sure it was just an animal.” Of course he would think that. And maybe he was right, maybe my mind was playing tricks on me but I wasn’t taking a chance.

“Why are you here anyway?” I asked, shifting the conversation to something else. I needed to move on from the topic. Thinking about the possibility of my parents finding me was starting to bring the headache back.

“Dinner is ready. I would advise you to change into something clean as well as clean up your appearance.”

I held my hand down by my side, attempting to control the telekinetic energy buzzing around inside me.

“Fantastic.” I paused, taking in a deep breath before exhaling it. “If you’ll be so kind as to wait outside so I can get changed that would be much appreciated, Lucien.”

The male released a small growl, I only smirked and walked over to the armoire. It was closest to the door. I could move it in front of the door but then my chances of escape would be slim. So I’d keep it where it stood. Opening the door I saw different shades of dresses. I settled on one that was a light green, pink flowers rested at the top of the dress.

So far I had only ever worn Day Court colors, I was looking forward to being able to wear Spring Court colors. Walking over to the sink I turned the water on and started to wash my skin off so I looked more presentable. Lucien had a point, and I needed to look my best if I truly wanted to stay here. I pulled my black locks back and separated my hair in half to braid it. Finally I changed into the dress I had picked out.

I took a final look in the mirror and for the first time in a really long time I believed that I could be happy here. Walking back out to the bedroom I see the door is now closed. I could hear his thoughts, and again he was so curious about who I was. My hand found the door handle and I pulled it open. Lucien turned, smirked, and led me down the hallway towards the dining area.

The High Lord was already seated at the head of the table. Lucien walked over to a chair and pulled it out for me. I thanked him as I sat in the chair. Lucien walked around and sat down across from me. I glanced down at the food, I knew I should eat the meat, and veggies but for the life of me I didn’t know if I had an appetite to hold anything down.

“Evangeline.” Tamlin was the first to speak since the dinner had started. His green eyes were plastered on me. I reached for the wine that was sitting next to my food. After taking a gulp of the wine I pulled it away from my lips and stared back at the High Lord.

“Please, call me Evie.” Tamlin gave a nod of his head, his blond locks following his movement. I looked to Lucien who also sent me a nod.

“Evie.” Tamlin corrected himself before continuing. “You fell from a portal. How is that possible?”

“Portals… Yeah. That’s one of my abilities.” I started to swirl the wine around afraid of where this conversation would go. Lucien definitely was uncomfortable with the direction the question was heading.

“One of them?” He proceeded to ask.

“Yes, one of them.” I could tell that he wanted to know more about what I could do. Maybe he thought that I’d be useful to him in the future. Maybe he’d turn around and use me against Amarantha. I held my breath hoping he’d move on to ask me something else.

“You said you were running from your parents, why?” This question was a lot harsher than I had thought it would be.

I closed my hand and pushed my nails into the skin of my palm. This male whom I’d met only a few hours ago was already trying to learn everything about me. This is not what I had in mind when I had asked for refuge. I could feel the tears threatening to fall down my face.

“They hurt me in ways parents should never do. If I’d stayed any longer with them they would’ve given me over to Amarantha who would’ve killed me for my powers. Or they likely would’ve accepted Beron’s proposal to have me marry his eldest son Eris. Neither of those options worked for me. So I did the only thing I knew I could do, I ran. That is why I am here, High Lord.”

I slammed my hands on the table and stood up pushing the chair back. Before either male could object I stormed out of the room heading back to my room. The door slammed behind me and I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. The last thing I wanted to do was talk about any of this, eventually the longer I’m here Tamlin and Lucien will start to ask more questions.

I’m not ready to talk about what my parents did to me. I don’t want to talk about what they would’ve done had I still been there. I just want to move on from it. Wiping the tears that had managed to fly down my face I pull back from the mirror and walk out of my room. Then I moved down the hallway. However I came to a quick stop when I heard another voice. Without thinking I took a step into the room.

There was a male in the room with his back to me. He had short black hair. It was the same color as mine. All my life I hadn’t seen anyone else with black hair like his. He stood tall as he talked to Tamlin who seemed to have an annoyed look on his face. His thoughts confirmed that he was annoyed with the male. Lucien seemed as though he didn’t want to be here. But he was the first to notice my appearance.

He stands up quickly, his eyes on me as he walks over to me. His hand reaches for my elbow and he stands in front of me. The other male turns around, he has violet eyes. Almost the same shade as mine, only darker.

“Who are you hiding, Lucien?” He questioned. I wanted to know who he was just as much as he wanted to know who I was. His thoughts were quieter than Lucien and Tamlin’s. But I knew he could sense something. His thoughts were giving him away. I moved past Lucien to get a better look at the male, it happened so quickly.

We all watched as he gasped suddenly. His face had gone pale, like he’d seen a ghost from his past. Then he was gone. He just disappeared. Now I was even more confused than before.

“Who was that?” I asked, stepping towards Tamlin.

“That was Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court.”

#cassian x original character #cassian acotar #cassian #helion #tamlin #lucien vanserra #rhysand #lucien vanserra x original character #amarantha #a court of thorns and roses #acotar

[sailing-ever-west]

had a nonverbal episode yesterday and naturally am coping with autistic blorbos so it got me thinking about nonverbal Luffy and how that would affect the plot, especially with a character who is typically, well, yelling all the time.

like canon Luffy can't really keep his mouth shut and this causes many problems but I fully believe that he would be able to wreak just as much havoc if not more without ever talking.

him using sign language is super cool for a starting place, but

1. I'm honestly not sure who would've taught it to him because he didn't have a consistent education or guardian so what he knows is probably somewhat incomplete/rudimentary. Garp would've made a solid attempt I think but he probably would've tried to do it in like a strict lesson format and Luffy's brain would just ADHD straight outta there, but I think he still learned the basics.

2. Signing wouldn't always work to communicate because not everyone knows it so he would still often have to find other ways to get across what he's saying. The crew would learn sign and just get used to his various other ways of communicating but people all over the world when they're traveling can't be counted on to know stuff.

Random ideas I have

keeping a little flag with a jolly roger on it in his pocket and just pointing to it to tell people he's a pirate

just not bothering to try to communicate with people who have oficially pissed him off. sorry loser your privileges have been revoked I'm just gonna punch you now

marines getting really annoyed at first because they think he's staying silent to snub them and then realizing he just can't talk but by the time they figure that out he's already down to fight them anyway

stretching his arms into shapes of things to get an idea across

quickly drawing illustrations (not terribly helpful because he's awful at it, but he continues to do it anyway)

Zoro/someone else on the crew explaining things to a new person and Luffy just nodding proudly like yep that's my crewmate they get it :))

still makes Noises. nonverbal =/= quiet and boy does Luffy prove that

He used to sign "food" at Sanji but eventually he just Shows Up in the kitchen or approaches him with big eyes and Sanji knows what he wants

there's a rumor going around that he communicates with his crew telepathically because people cannot figure out HOW the ideas are getting across

asks people to join his crew by just showing them the little flag and motioning to follow him. once you come with him there's no going back he's like ok you're my best friend forever and within like 24 hours you're like well I guess I'm on a pirate crew

doesn't say gum gum when he does a move he just starts screaming. it's like far more terrifying and villains have no idea what's happening until they're being punched in the face by a nonverbal teenager in flip flops

basically take how abrupt and confusing Luffy already is to everyone else in the world and then imagine he doesn't announce anything before doing it

Thinking of doing some little fics or mini comics of major scenes in this AU idk

#one piece #monkey d luffy #autistic monkey d luffy #one piece headcanons #autism #actually autistic #nonverbal #sign language #luffy headcanons

[livelaughlovekny]

Texting him for homework help

a/n: going to try out a new format + wrote this fic when i was meant to be revising a test but got sidetracked. anyways, you can see how bad i am at science and math HAHA

Summary: You text Muichirou for homework help and he helps you a little

  You flip through the pages furiously, nearly ripping them. You should have revised earlier but the fanfiction you were reading was just too good. Your brain is officially a blank slate. Giving up, you opened up WhatsApp on your laptop. His name was at the top of your recently contacted. Tapping into your chats, you quickly sent him a SOS message.

You help, i cant do this anymore

mint ice creamok

You ☹️ science isnt sciencing

mint ice creamok

You how the frickity frack does a fuse work like does it just like stops current????

mint ice cream are you serious 💀 it lets current flow through but if theres too much then the wire inside the fuse will melt and like current can flow through cos its an open circuit do you get it

You ty bbg YES ok and so explain what earth wire does pls its so stupid ☹️

mint ice cream 🤡

You plsplspls i dont get anything 😢 the slides sucks

  Muichirou rolled his eyes but opened up a new tab in which he searched for the chapter’s slides. Screenshotting it, he sent it to you, knowing full well what your response would be. Waiting for you to reply, he formed his response to you in his head, figuring out how to explain it in simpler terms for you.

You [Image]

idiot wow so helpful 🥺

You it literally just like conducts electricity to the ground like if theres a leakage then it will prevent the user from getting a shock yk 

idiot still a little iffy about it but ok

You its a test, you cant be “iffy” about anything

idiot ☹️ tbf its just a revision

You ok 💀

  Rolling his eyes, Muichirou contemplated explaining the concept to you again or just letting you ask him other questions. He patiently waited for you to send your message when he noticed you typing.

You i think ill revise science tmr can you help me with math

mint ice cream the test is tmr wdym 💀

You ik but im too tired of it ☹️

mint ice creamalright, what is it

You soo whats like the four congruency tests

mint ice cream shit are you serious

You yeah 🙁

mint ice cream 💀ok wait

mint ice cream SSS = Side-Side-Side = All sides are the same SAS = Side-Angle-Side = 2 sides + 1 angle are the same AAS = Angle-Angle-Side= 2 angles + 1 side are the same RHS = Right angle-Hypotenuse-Side = Hypotenuse + 1 side is the same

mint ice creamdo you get it 🤓

You lol ass and idk 🙁

mint ice cream i dont deserve the torture of tutoring you

You 🖕 ok but fr i actually appreciate your help 🥺

  Twirling around in your spinning chair, you waited for his response. You glanced at the messy pile of worksheets and textbooks on your desk. No matter how hard you tried, his explanations were the only things that you could somewhat get.

You you know what congruent means right

idiotyeah

You impressive. so basically after you prove that theyre congruent youll write “[] is congruent to []” right

idiot yeah

You ok then at the back you write one of the congruent tests like which kind of congruency it is

idiot ok

You 🤡

idiot shut up im tired idw to do this anymore oml

  Muichirou’s fingers hovered above his keyboard as he thought about how to respond. He deleted his original message and sent another one.

mint ice cream L

Bonus: <Original message: itll be alright, im here for you>  He knew how hard these stuff were for you and was honestly extremely glad that his explanations could help you, even if it was just a little.

a/n: im so bad at this oml i feel like im horrible at explaining math and science :( tbf i do suck at them and i wrote this for fun (comforting myself) HAHA

#kny #demonslayer #kny fanfic #kny x reader #muichiro x reader #muichiro x y/n #demon slayer #kny muichiro #fluff #drabble #kny modern au #modern #i hate science and math #ew math #ohno science

[beemers-hell]

Oh wow. So, are Raina finds out cure, or she struggles with seizures even for now?

Also, i love her lore. It's pretty sad and angsty, but at least she get that enderman powers- love how you pointed that being fearless is a difficulty.

ANYWAY! what are her Favorite places in nevada to be? Or maybe some if Nevada had same things our earth got?

How good she is with kids? It seems to be really interesting since she mostly didn't have adults to care or survive.

Ok so:

1) She hasn't really tried figuring out a cure for her epilepsy or anything, she's just resigned to managing it as best she can with medication n' shit. She's essentially "stress tested" herself plenty of times in order to figure out how much teleporting she can handle before an episode is triggered, or just what triggers it in general outside of her powers, and she's found that being on anticonvulsants helps in letting her teleport more without triggering an episode, as well as just not having any during normal life stuff period lol. So she makes do with whatever she's able to scavenge! Making sure she's stocked on anticonvulsants is a top priority for both her and her work colleagues!

2) Thank you so much!! I'm very happy with her story as is lol. I think its important to highlight how fearlessness isn't necessarily a good trait to have, especially in an apocalyptic setting such as Nevada. This girl gets THIS close to getting killed half the time as a result of her fearlessness resulting in recklessness!

3) Usually her favorite places out in the wasteland are just rundown, abandoned malls or arcades, she likes visiting places she can somewhat remember vibing in as a child, and seeing what's become of them. Plus, she's a technical wizard, and is usually able to figure out how to get arcade cabinets back up and running if left around them for long enough. The gamer in her never left, despite the horrors lol

4) She's wonderful with kids! Though she doesn't really come across them all that often, considering no one really like...has time to settle down and focus their efforts on anything but survival lol. However, she has run into a couple lost kids and teens over the years, and she's always been an absolute riot with them. She's naturally got that big sister type of energy/operating mode, and is usually able to keep them in high spirits while also trying to find a safe place for them to go. Cause like, as much as she's fond of them, she knows keeping a kid around in Nevada is much more of a liability than it is helpful!

#beemer asks #beemers ocs #beemers lore

[sweetlullabyebye]

ok so during a strangers from hell rewatch i started looking at jongwoo and moonjo's outfits and

i find it pretty interesting how their outfits (well, their shirts) contrast each other so here is my analysis (feel free to disagree) (also i tried to apply it to other characters too but except for seokyoon it didn't work so well):

first time they see each other (first image): moonjo is doing that thing where he tries to pretend like he's 100% normal and getting jongwoo's trust. he got rid of his black jacket that he was wearing earlier in the day, and as you can see, they're both wearing more or less the exact same thing. jongwoo's trust in him is still high

second time: technically the second time they meet they're not wearing clothes, so it's pretty difficult to make a comparison here

third time (second image): i couldn't tell exactly whether moonjo's suit is navy blue something or black, but honestly their shirts' colors aren't too dissimilar. jongwoo still half trusts him, but he definitely doesn't trust him as much as before.

fourth time (third image): this time jongwoo doesn't trust him, moonjo just made the 'do u think it's human meat haha' joke-that-isn't-a-joke, their shirts are not so similar in colors (also their trousers are opposite colors with jongwoo's very light colored trousers and moonjo's black ones)

fifth time (fourth image): moonjo is being a little creep as usual, jongwoo realized that everyone in the building is very very weird, and their clothes are opposite colours (shirts are white/black)

sixth time (fifth image): jongwoo is growing convinced that moonjo is stalking him (and he's right) and he absolutely does not trust him and calls him a creep a few moments later, and their clothes are opposite again (jongwoo has a lighter yellowish white shirt, and moonjo is in all black)

seventh time (sixth image): this time completely opposite, with jongwoo wearing all light cream/grey colored clothes, while moonjo... is in the mood where you just don't want to change your clothes at all, so same as last image. jongwoo is disturbed and does not trust him, as per usual

seventh image (i'm not taking into account moonjo appearing to stalk him wearing his stalking outfit because i'm never sure when those scenes are real or not): actually seok-yoon doesn't appear in the picture, but he wears both jongwoo's white-and-some-red colors, and moonjo's black colors, as he is still in somewhat of in a middleground. jongwoo and moonjo still wear opposite colors, with jongwoo wearing a white shirt with red and blue lines (at least that's what it looks like on my screen), and moonjo is still in all black

eighth image: still the same day, but moonjo changed into a blue-and-white shirt with lines (although jongwoo's lines go - and his go |), as he tries to convince jongwoo to kill people. seokyoon and jongwoo are still wearing the same clothes, but seokyoon doesn't trust moonjo that much anymore, and his black patterns no longer match moonjo's black outfit

ninth image: jongwoo beat up some kids, just like moonjo wanted, congratulations, but jongwoo is very scared of moonjo and even if their buttoned shirts both look dark in this picture, jongwoo's is a lighter blue while moonjo's is a darker brown.

tenth image: jongwoo is scared of moonjo and doesn't want to be near him, is still wearing the blue shirt with blood on it, and moonjo's back in his black outfit

eleventh image: the whole massacre happens, jongwoo is in a dark brown shirt, moonjo is in his black outfit. especially with the lighting in this episode, the colors don't look too dissimilar, as jongwoo becomes a fellow serial murderer.

(also when we see seokyoon again, he is wearing white when jongwoo abandons him, which contrasts with both jongwoo and moonjo's darker clothes)

twelth image: congratulations to moonjo on completing his 1 week masterpiece, they're both in white and we even get the final shot of jongwoo being moonjo

#strangers from hell #seo moonjo #yoon jongwoo #hell is other people #hopefully i AM able to differentiate colors and this is not just me being bad at recognizing different tones

[smulie]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

Thanks for the tag @jayveesim - Since I recently did the Pinterest pic tag for Miko, I'll share Stevie's answers for these questions

What uncommon/common fear do they have? Stevie has a fear of not reaching her full potential. She envisions a very specific future for herself but she worries she’s not doing enough to get where she wants to be.

Do they have any pet peeves? Her tolerance for lateness is non existent.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? Her journal, her mediation stool, a stack of gossip mags.

What do they notice first in a person? How a person carries themselves. She’s very much attracted to confidence.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? Hmm maybe 6-7 She does a lot of guided breathing exercises & I think she would try to calm herself and work through the pain using those techniques.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? I guess fight but more in the sense of trying to take control of a situation. Like she def would be the sim who grabs the extinguisher and not the one who runs into the fire screaming.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? Yeah she comes from a 6 sim household. So there’s always someone around. She adores her parents and her brother is her literal best friend. She gets on ok with her twin sisters but as the older sibling she’s naturally gonna be a little mean towards them. Whether she’d want a family of her own remains to be seen.

What animal represents them best? The animal equivalent of a busy body 😂

What is a smell that they dislike? The smell of meat. (I only say this bc when autonomously making food she almost always makes a meat free dish-she doesn’t have the vegetarian trait)

Have they broken any bones? No but she did hurt her back one time attempting a new yoga move.

How would a stranger likely describe them? Self assured.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? Morning bird. For her its the quietest time in the house and that makes it ideal for meditation.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? She absolutely loves the flavor of earl gray tea but hates the taste of beets, they taste like dirt to her.

Do they have any hobbies? Yoga, Dancing and Gossip are her big three’s

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? If you can even surprise Stevie, since she makes her business to be in the 'know'. Even if she figures it out she's not gonna let you know she knew. She's gonna act her little butt off to spare your feelings.

Do they like to wear jewelry? She does but the minimal kind. She wears a star necklace with matching earrings gifted to her by her late grandma.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? Neat. Unless she trying to capture a moment down in her journal - then it becomes somewhat messy.

What are two emotions they feel the most? Ngl she’s a bit all over the place but the two she finds herself most in are confidence and anger (she's working on that last one-well trying)

Do they have a favorite fabric? Not really as long as it comfy & cute.

What kind of accent do they have? American, from the east coast, specifically the tri-state area (even though they live in San Sequoia, which represents a west coast town, the family is originally from the east coast)

I'm not sure whose already done this and no pressure but I tag: @bakersimmer @elderwisp @acuar-io @acidheaddd @swallowprettybird @matchalovertrait @happy-lemon

#ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 gameplay #the sims 4 gameplay #more about the blackwell fam