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auxiliarydetective · 6 months

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The OC Halloween Challenge - Day 24

You can find the challenge here!

Today's prompt was...

You’ve Killed Me Before

The best thing about the sun setting is that it will come up again in the morning, and a new day will begin. But what if the sun comes up and an old day begins? Whether your oc must solve their own murder, solve somebody else’s murder, or face difficult truths about those around them, it’s time to put them into a time loop.

Once again, there was a poll where you guys could decide who should go through the horrors today. These are the losers of the poll:

Kassandra Hargreeves ("Five, what did you do this time?")

Philomel (stuck in a constant loop of Armageddon)

Iris Winchester (war is hell)

Raevyn Maumahara ("Again? Really?")

And your winner is...

Varsha Devi!

Varsha woke up in her bed again, her heart racing. Immediately, she started shivering, then crying. She was so exhausted. All she wanted was for this to end. Despite her eyes being closed, she could swear she still saw the shattered alarm clock on her nightstand, destroyed about a dozen evenings ago. A dozen evenings, which didn't mean a dozen days. Varsha had been reliving the same day, again, and again, and again, until she inevitably died.

In a few minutes, Nemo would come into her room to tell her that they would arrive in Venice in half an hour and that she should stay away from Skinner, who was believed to be a traitor. They would reach Venice, try to locate the bombs and fail, since they would explode roughly a minute after their arrival. Then, the houses would start falling down like dominoes. The League would set out to stop the wave of destruction, all except Jekyll, who would refuse to turn into Hyde and stay behind. On the way, they would start to get separated, until only Sawyer was left. He would succeed in stopping the falling houses and reunite with the rest of the League at the Nautilus. Then, the traitor would reveal himself and steal the Nautiloid. Of course, the Nautilus would pursue the villain and then... sink. That was if nothing went awry on the way, or if Varsha survived this long at all. Her body ached with every blunt object, every blade, every bullet she had endured over the last countless hours.

And all of this, all of this for practically nothing. Even after all these repetitions, she still didn't know who the traitor was. All she knew was that Skinner was innocent, but nobody she told that to would listen. Additionally, she had what Skinner had taught her, the one time she had managed to find him, for as invisible as he was. That she was in a time loop, a time loop that was controlled by a single timepiece on this ship, a timepiece which she would recognize once she saw its hands twitching, which, when destroyed, would end the loop. But that wasn't all. For all she knew, she wasn't the only one repeating this night, because the traitor was always one step ahead of her, already very apparent by them sneaking into her room and destroying her alarm clock every single time. Their time loop had to start some time ahead of hers, and they were probably in control of it, much unlike Varsha.

With a desparate sigh, Varsha pulled her blanket up to her nose, hiding beneath it. She just wanted this to end. The part of her that had been spurring her on, telling her again and again about her responsibility to this ship, to the League, to Nemo as a person, was barely alive anymore, only a very quiet voice at the back of her brain. The exhaustion was stronger. At this point, she felt like her going out there and trying to solve things was just making everything worse. For her and for anyone involved. She was just so tired, so unbelievably tired, and everything hurt.

The same knock as always came from the door, but Varsha couldn't get herself to answer. A few seconds later, Nemo came in.

"Varsha?" he called.

Varsha just hummed in return, not moving an inch.

"We'll be arriving in Venice in half an hour."

No response.

"Are you not feeling well?"

"I'm sick."

The words fell out of Varsha's mouth without her even thinking about them. She even managed to sound the part, thanks to her crying before. Maybe, her eyes were even red enough to look the part.

"Sick?" Nemo repeated. He sat down on the bed next to her, examining her with his eyes. "I didn't think that was at all possible."

"It happens rarely," Varsha lied. "I know I said I wanted to come with you, but... I think I'd rather stay here."

"... Of course. See if you can get some more rest. Maybe we should return to India once this is all over? Perhaps the change in climate is what's having this effect on you."

It wasn't.

"Maybe. But... Save the world first, Captain, alright? You can worry about me later."

There was no later. There wouldn't be.

"Alright." Nemo got up from the bed and readjusted the blanket. "Get well soon. I can assure you, you'll be missed."

Normally, Varsha would have smiled. But in her current state, that sentence hit her more like a dagger than anything else.

For a while, Varsha was alone in her room again. Alone, save for the thoughts racing around her brain. It was getting hard to separate memories from worries, one variant of the same night from the other. The longer she stayed alone, the more it crawled upon her that she wanted the traitor to find her timepiece. Find it and destroy it. Just end it. But a dozen other voices yelled at her that she had to keep fighting, keep trying, reveal the traitor, and stop both loops. But how was she supposed to do that if she couldn't even get up?

That was when there was another knock at the door. Weaker, quieter. Varsha almost missed it. But there it was again. Then, the door opened, and a familiar voice called her name.

"Miss Devi?"

It was Doctor Jekyll. Of course. That was what humans did when they were sick. They called a doctor.

"Nemo mentioned you were sick. I figured, I should probably examine you and make sure it's nothing serious. - Only if you consent, of course."

Varsha was tired, so endlessly tired. But there was something about Jekyll that always made her feel comforted, and even in her current state, she couldn't turn him down. With some effort, she lifted her aching body off the mattress, now sitting somewhat upright in her bed. Jekyll sat down next to her a little awkwardly, looking very anxious.

"I know you prefer not to speak, but you do know how to write, so I brought a pen and paper for you to communicate with me. I don't want to do anything that might make you uncomfortable, so-" He stopped mid-sentence, staring at Varsha. "What happened to your neck?"

Varsha blinked at him, having fallen fully out of the clouds.

"May I?" Jekyll asked, his hands hovering a safe distance away from her face and neck. When Varsha nodded, he gently tilted her head back and pulled down the collar of her nightshirt. His eyes were glossy with worry. "This kind of hemorrhaging would usually only be caused by... strangling. Hanging, maybe. It almost looks layered. By all means, I don't understand..."

That was when Varsha snapped and broke out into tears again, wrapping her hands around Jekyll's wrists when he pulled them away.

"I was strangled," she cried out. "I was hanged. I was stabbed and shot and smothered, again and again and again, and every time I wake up in my bed and have to live through this night over and over again. No matter what I tried, nobody believed me, nobody who would change anything anyway. And now you... you can see what happened?!"

Jekyll was quiet for a moment, overwhelmed by the situation. "Yes, I... Who was it? Who keeps killing you?"

"Multiple people. Most of the time... I honestly can't remember. I really don't know. The attacks came from behind. And the other times... Staged accidents, M's henchmen... Once it was Quatermain. Once it was Gray."

"Why would they kill you?"

"Because they thought I was the traitor. With Quatermain, it's a long story, but... Gray found me talking to Skinner and shot us both. - Skinner is innocent. You have to believe me, Skinner didn't do anything. He's a shady individual and a thief but he's no traitor. He tried to help me figure this out. Apparently, there's one single timepiece across the ship that's causing my time loop and when it's destroyed, the loop ends. But there has to be a second loop here, one controlled by the traitor. And if they find that timepiece, they'll have free reign. I can't let that happen but I... I'm too exhausted. Everything hurts. I can't do this anymore."

Jekyll sighed heavily. Then, he seemed to remember something, and looked up at Varsha fleetingly. That was when Varsha remembered, too. From his vest, Jekyll pulled a pocket watch, silver and shiny. It sprung open and revealed its face... the hands twitching.

"Oh," Varsha gasped.

"It's a pocket watch," Jekyll said. "Both your timepiece and the traitor's are most likely a pocket watch. They're the hardest to destroy because the owner usually keeps it on their person."

"Especially you."

"... Especially me. I... got it from a dear friend of mine."

"The crew don't carry pocket watches," Varsha mumbled, life slowly returning to her. "At least I'm pretty sure they don't. The Captain does."

"And so does Gray. Besides Nemo, him and I, I think nobody on the League has one."

"I'm assuming your watch is linked to me. That's how you can see my wounds."

"And Nemo would never hurt you, would he? He treats you like his daughter, he adores you."

"Even when I was accused, he was always on my side, despite the evidence."

"Then that really only leaves one person."

Varsha let out a pathetic sigh, dropping back down onto the mattress. "The immortal," she mumbled, covering her face.

This time, it was Jekyll who took Varsha's hands, gently lifting them from her face, rubbing his thumb across her soft skin.

"I promise, it'll be alright. You're not alone anymore. We'll find a way out of this, together."

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cillspropertea · 2 years

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Chapter 20 : Horses

Warnings: tense situations, strong language.

This fic might have dark themes which may irritate or offend some readers. But if you’ve seen Peaky Blinders and are familiar with Thomas Shelby, you’ll be okay. The story, plot, character histories and back stories might not be relevant to the original “Peaky Blinders” . Warnings will change per chapter. This is my first fic. Hope you all like it. English is not my first language.

Do not hesitate to comment, reblog and engage. 😁 It works as fuel for my writing. 😉💙💙

Word count: 1882

She walked as if her spine was made of steel with men either sides of her. Polly simply stood next to the car, smoking a cigarette. She was quietly observing how everything would unfold and ready to lurch in if things got bad. But she knew this was Esmeralda’s battle and she had the strength to win and conquer.

They despised her but according to their own traditions, all immediate family members were supposed to be present at the funeral and perform the last rites. They had planned though, a lot of painful things for Esmeralda, but luckily for her she wasn’t their property anymore so the only thing they could do was stare and throw daggers through their eyes, which too were useless on her. But some were still too stupid to get the message. “How dare you let this woman into our lands Leader? Have you no respect for the deceased?” Lord David accused Bonnie as he had walked to meet Esmeralda halfway and kissed her forehead. “My sister is innocent. Didn’t you hear the confessions of my Grandmother before she fell sick? Or do you think she lied?” Bonnie raised a brow. “She could be manipulating the truth to help her at another chance at life maybe. We all know how big Malaiah’s heart was.” Esmeralda scoffed shaking her head, “But even if she was telling the truth, what about the knowledge of her placing a curse on them? On our own people? Just like her god danm birth mother!” “My mother did not do anything!” Esmeralda’s voice echoed throughout the grounds. “She had a pure heart and soul. All of you mistreated her. If she would have been any wiser, she should have placed a curse on all of you, just the way you all accuse her of doing so!” She barked at them, making sure her tone depicted how unwavering and fearless she felt while saying those words. “So you are not denying it?” Lord David asked like the stubborn ass he was, “No!” her answer caused commotion in the crowd people started chanting “Liar!”, “Traitor!”, ”Witch!” “Should have finished the job when we had her!”. A gunshot shut everyone up. “Enough!” Bonnie shouted.

When the crowed settled, Bonnie signaled Esme to bring Elizabeth and Lilly from cars behind the wagons. When Bonnie had refused to marry them off to the clan leaders of Scamp and Wood, they had threatened to kidnap them, “…as soon as we get a chance…” So he had decided to keep them hidden, until they decided to negotiate verbally. Both the sisters ran towards Esmeralda hugging her and almost toppling her over. “How are you both doing huh?” She kissed their foreheads. “We missed you so much Emmy! Thank God you’re okay!” Bonnie cleared his throat at which all three of them nodded and stood steadier on the ground.

All the belongings of the deceased had been placed inside the wagons and now nothing but setting them alight was left to do. The priest began to say the final words in honor of the dead after which the torch was lit and all four of them, Esmeralda, Bonnie, Elizabeth and Lilly held the torch to set the wagons on fire. Bonnie whispered looking between his sisters and then at Esme, who was a few paces behind them, “To new beginnings…” to which they silently agreed on and lit the corpses of the two beings who did not deserve to live in the first place.

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The final rites were done but just when Polly and Esmeralda began to say their good-byes to Bonnie, Esme and the girls, a commotion interrupted them. Iris, Bonnie’s second-in-command rushed to him and whispered something in his ear making the clan leader’s eyes go wide. He asked Esme to take the girls to safety but Esme muttered, “… too late!”. Bonnie cursed under his breath and then ordered Iris to get his armed men as soon as possible. Heavy horse hoofs could be heard stomping the ground. Shelby men once again surrounded Polly and Esmeralda to insure safety. “What’s happening?” Polly asked, worried. “The leaders of Scamp and Wood clan are here.” He said looking straight ahead.

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They had to be around one hundred men from each clan. On horses and armed to their teeth. They stopped right next to the gathered crowd as their leaders, slowly on their horses, came forward. Both of them had to be at least in their late sixty’s or early seventy’s. The leader of the Scamp’s was bald, with wrinkles and blackening teeth while the Wood leader’s hair were completely white with a deep scar across his face. Both of them had a horrible sort of deviousness on their faces. ‘God! Father! What were you thinking?’ Esmeralda thought. She will never let these monsters have Lilly and Elizabeth. Even if she had to lose her life over it. The armed Gold men soon came and stood behind Bonnie, Esme and Esmeralda with guns and rifles pointed at the intruders. “Well! This aint the kind of welcome I was expectin’ here today Morris!” the scamp leader chuckled. “Well Stanley, this is what we get for gettin’ too friendly eh? Tch tch tch…” they got off the horses and walked towards Bonnie. “Hey Bonnie boy! What are these guns for eh? We aint here to make trouble!” Stanley said. His eyes defying his words. “Yeah boy! We just came to present our…. Condolences to your family...” Morris smirked and bowed. “…as it shall soon be our family as well right?” he winked at them, “I thought I’d made it danm clear how that arrangement wouldn’t work out when I called you both yesterday to inform you men about Father’s demise…” they both exchanged a look and then shook his head, “We feel disappointed Bonnie boy! Because even though most of the clans were unhappy and angry even, as you’d become the new clan leader, we were rooting for you.” Morris said cocking his head, “Yeah! We thought you would be quite accommodating and supportive of the way your Father did things! Since you had been under his training for so long!” Before Bonnie could reply they both started walking on either sides of them, towards the burning wagons behind them. “They were both good people.” Morris kept a hand on his chest, feigning pain. “They understood the values and traditions of our ancestors.” Stanley agreed.

“But death is inevitable. I’m sure they are watching us from the heavens and …” they walked back to Bonnie, ignoring Esmeralda, Polly and Esme as if they did not exist at all. “… expect their commitments be fulfilled eh?” Bonnie wanted to lunge at them, kill them with his bare hands. He knew they were here for his sisters. But he swallowed his anger and said in the calmest tone he could muster up, “But in the end, Leaders, we have to understand that they were human beings. Not Gods. And as their successor and the new clan leader it is my duty to undo their mistakes and not let them happen ever again!”

“You dare to step back from your fathers deal boy!” Morris shouted with gritted teeth, no doubt, trying to pressurize Bonnie. “It doesn’t matter how many times you both call me ‘boy’. You both do realize I am at the same designation as yours right?” Bonnie smiled. “My sisters are too young to be wed right now.” “Now this is more appropriate Bonnie!” They both looked excited. “How many years do you wish to keep the engagements eh? Two, three?” “They will marry according to their wishes.” Esmeralda said, unable to keep silent anymore. Both the men stared at her,“Shut up woman! Have you no shame? How dare you talk when the men are discussing such important matters?” “And who are you to decide the fate of the women of our clan eh?” she shouted, roaring like a lioness. The whole Gold clan listening and watching.

“I am aware of your story girl! Stanley! She is the Shelby slut isn’t she? The one who was stoned for being a whore!” Morris raised his eyebrows, eying Esmeralda’s body from head to toe, pausing at some particular spots. “Yeah! She is. She is a beauty though isn’t she? Tommy Shelby must have trained her well! Just the way we’ll train your sisters.” Esmeralda wanted to spit on his face, shoot his skull so many times that his head exploded and his brain smeared her and everyone surrounding them. But she didn’t. She knew their words were a reflection of what the Gold clan thought of her too. It was time to shut them all up, Instead of denying or presenting some sort of explanation she smiled and looked down. Taking a deep breath, she rubbed her ring on her finger and thought of Thomas. Imagined him right next to her, supporting her. She knew, no matter what happened today, she will have his support behind her. So, when she looked back up again, she had summoned that brave inner-demon of hers already. “Of course I am! I am Thomas Shelby’s bitch!” Both the men’s mouths went agape as they had expected her to feel insulted. Rubbing her nails to her dress, she continued with a smile, “I am the very slut who keeps his bed warm at night. I take care of his child, I take care of him. Hell, he even shares me with his associates sometimes as well! I’ve even saved his life once!” Bonnie frowned as his jaw clenched, “And you know what? After all of these things that I’ve done and will continue doing for him, as we are engaged now, by the way, I haven’t asked a thing in return.” She cocked her head to one side, watching and enjoying the shocked expressions on the men’s faces. “You know who Thomas Shelby is right? You know who ‘my man’ is? How much power he holds?” She looked at Polly beside her. “What do you think he will do Polly if I ‘asked’ him to destroy a clan or two for me eh?” Polly chuckled. “Darling, the best thing about being with the bad guy is…” she looked at Morris and Stanley’s eyes “They don’t think twice before destroying the world for you!” there was silence. As if their tongues had been cut out. “And what about that shipment of yours huh? The one with opium?” Stanley and Morris looked like they were about to shit their pants. “The one coming from the waterways into the city tomorrow? You know it’ll just take us one phone call right? He has the cops on his fucking payroll.” Polly loved this part of her work. This look of pure shock, hatred and suppressed anger always intoxicated her. “If you so much as glance at my sisters! I will make sure your whole clan’s eyes are gauged out the very next moment.” Esmeralda walked backwards to her car with a sassy swing of her hips, “This is not a threat, ‘boy’ this is a dare.” Polly snapped. They opened their mouths to say something but before they could, Esmeralda and Polly had taken both the girls into their car and were driving away.

#peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction #Peaky Blinders #thomas shelby #thomas shelby fanfic #tommy x oc #Tommy Shelby #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby fic #polly gray #aunt polly #esmeralda gold #Bonnie Gold #Esme Shelby

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dickandcr · 1 year

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All We Want For Christmas Is You

West-Allen secret santa gift

For: @wasserkupd2

From: @dickandcr

Ratings: General

Warnings: None

December 19th

Barry sighed, rolling over, his front coming in contact with Iris's backside. He grunted lightly, his body still sore from the day before. He slid his arm around her waist, pulling her back into him knowing some of the pain would go away if his body was in contact with hers.

A few moments passed before Iris shifted onto her back. He shifted too, accommodating to her new position. Her arm came around his neck and her hands started to play with his hair. "You ok, bear?" He heard her ask softly, her lips moving against his forehead.

"Sore," he muttered against her bare chest. "Getting thrown around sucks,"

Her chest rumbled as she laughed. Barry adjusted his head over her heart, listening to the faint thump thump. It wasn’t hard for him to fall asleep again. Iris had started massaging his scalp and humming a tune, plus listening to her heartbeat always calmed him.

Barry woke up again to little footsteps on the floor, small huffs, and tiny dips of the mattress under each of her steps until he felt her sit by his head and poke his cheek. “Dadda,”

He smiled, placing his hand on her back and cracking his eyes open. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

“Hungry,” she whispered, leaning forward and laying under his chin. “Pancakes,”

Barry held her against his chest, moving the blankets back and getting up out of bed. He walked down the stairs, seeing Iris typing away on her laptop with the polar express playing in the background.

His sudden presence made her look up. A smile slid its way onto her face. “I see she’s woken you up for her daily christmas pancakes,”

“Indeed she has,” he kissed her swiftly and walked into the kitchen. Iris abandoned her laptop and slid into the kitchen seat. “So, tree picking today, what tree are we getting?”

“Tall,” Nora patted Barry’s head.

“A tall tree? Taller than daddy?”

Nora looked at Barry curiously then turned back to Iris. “Yeah,” she nodded. Barry handed Nora off to Iris, starting on the pancakes. “Are Joe and Cecile joining us this year?”

“Nope, Cecile is taking dad to her family for Christmas, Wally’s with Linda’s family, and Cisco’s with Cynthia, so it’s just gonna be us this year,” Iris played with Nora’s fingers, tickling her side.

Barry scooped three pancakes onto a plate and slid it over to Iris, knowing she’d want two and share the last one with Nora. He made his own and took the seat next to them.

“You know, we still have to get matching onesies,” Iris said. “And santa hats, and matching christmas socks,”

“Shopping before tree picking?”

“Yeah, that way I can sneak things in the cart,”

Barry chuckled. “You always sneak stuff in the cart,”

“You don’t complain,”

“No, no, I do not,”

Iris grinned. “What do you say, Nora? Should we sneak stuff in the cart while daddy isn’t looking?”

Nora looked up at Iris with her big brown eyes and nodded. “See?”

“That’s because she’s a mini you,” Barry pointed his fork at her. “You taught her to sneak stuff in the cart,”

Iris gasped in mock offense. “I did not,”

“Nora, where did you learn to sneak stuff in the cart?”

Her tiny finger points to Iris. Iris purses her lips. “tiny traitor,”

Nora only smiles innocently. Barry grins. “Told you,”

“Oh hush, Bartholomew,”

Barry had been the first one to finish his breakfast, as always, and gone upstairs to shower. “Do you think they have tiny Santa hats?” Iris asked as he came out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel.

“I think they have some for dogs,”

“You want me to get a dog hat for our daughter?” she raised her eyebrow at him. Barry shrugged lightly. “Well, if they don’t have baby ones,” he defended weakly. “She’ll look cute in it,”

“She looks cute in anything but a dog hat?”

Barry pressed his lips together to keep from laughing. Nora came running into their room with her brown bear onesie Barry had gotten her. “Bear, bear,” she clapped.

“I think she’ll like the dog hat,” Barry picked her up. Iris glared at him, obviously trying to suppress the obvious smile breaking through. She brushed past him to go into the bathroom. Barry waited until the door clicked shut then kissed Nora’s cheek. “You’ll like the dog hat, won’t you?”

“Doggy for christmas?” she asked, her eyes sparkling. Iris must’ve taught her that too.

“We’ll see,” he told her and left the bedroom.

Iris came down, securing some of her locs in a bun while the others swung across her back. “Alright, I made a list,”

“You make a list everytime and never use it though,”

Iris shrugged. “I will this time,”

She didn’t.

Barry pushed the cart while Iris ooh and awed at every christmas decoration in sight, putting in the cart, which, in fact, was not on her list. Barry peeked into the cart while Iris had started looking at the Christmas onesies. Food, baby, clothes, makeup, accessories, and a flash ornament. He was pretty sure they had five already, but if she wanted a lightning bolt on the tree, he wouldn’t complain a single bit.

“Alright,” Iris laid three onesies in the cart. “Babe, you’re an elf, I’m santa, and Nora’s a reindeer,”

“An elf?”

“Yes, elves are shorter than Santa, which means if I’m santa and you’re an elf, I’ll be taller than you technically,”

Barry blinked. “Really?” he smiled. “I love that you’re short,”

“Yeah, so you can tease me about it,”

“Guilty,”

Iris shot him a look and carried Nora to the toy section. Barry smiled watching Iris put Nora down, only for Nora to curl her small hand around three of Iris’s. He followed them around slowly, watching them whisper to each other.

On their way out of the toy section, Nora spotted a blonde lady with a dog. “Doggy, doggy,” she pointed, tugging on Iris’s fingers.

“Yeah, that’s a dog, it looks like a german shepherd,”

“I want a doggy,” Nora looked up at Iris. “Doggy?” she pouted. Iris looked at Barry, who had the same expression as her daughter. She knew what this was. They were cornering her.

“I’ll think about it,”

“That’s a yes,” Barry whispered to Nora, who beamed and started to skip. “I said think about it, you know,” Iris came beside him, keeping a close eye on Nora.

“We both know you’ve been wanting a puppy since we started dating,” he told her. Iris glanced at him. “You remember when I said that?”

“I told you I had a steel trap,” he tapped his temple. Iris snorted. “You barely remember when you’re supposed to be up for work,”

“Yeah but this is something you said,” he shrugged lightly. “If it’s you who says it, I’m always going to remember, whether it’s a day later or a decade later, everything you say is important to me,”

“Barry, do not make me cry in the middle of target,”

His arm slid around her shoulders and he tugged her into his side, kissing her temple.

“You love it when I’m romantic,”

Iris smiled softly. “I do,”

Iris and Nora wandered off towards the cafe while Barry paid. He thanked the cashier and rolled the cart over to where they stood. “Hey, what’d you get?”

“Hot chocolate,” Iris handed him a cup. “Nora saw the sign and wanted some,”

Barry walked behind his two girls. Iris with Nora planted on her hip and her cup in the other hand, her cheek pressed against Nora’s hood, whispering something to her. Whatever it was, it made them both laugh.

Suddenly, everything around him slowed down. Time slowed. The car that was coming from the left slowed down, the mom and daughter that were heading for the entrance, even the dog they saw earlier stopping in the middle of its walking, its feet merely inches from the ground.

He savored the moment. Drank it in. Iris’s smile was always big and bright, even when they were younger but it was something different about seeing it now. It was brighter. He couldn’t put it in words, and maybe he didn’t want to, because he knew what it meant. It was his to understand.

Barry breathed in, peace waving over his body, the soreness from his body gone, then exhaled and time sped up again. Iris walked at a normal pace and Nora’s little legs went back to kicking back and forth aimlessly. Her laugh disappeared but the smile never did.

He packed the bags into the trunk and climbed into the driver's seat. “I found the best lot for tree picking a couple miles from here, if we go straight there, we should get there before all the good trees are gone,” she scrolled through her phone.

Barry watched her silently. The locs that weren’t in the bun covered the side of her face. She looked at him, her eyes searching his. “You ok?” she asked softly, her hand reaching over to stroke his cheek with her thumb.

“I’m amazing,” he told her truthfully. “Let’s go tree picking,”

Iris grinned and he couldn’t help but smile back at her.

The lot with the trees was bigger than he had thought. It smelled like nature. Rain to be specific. Probably because it had rained the night before.

Barry held Nora this time, while Iris went from tree to tree inspecting and criticizing it. The saw she brought with them dangling beside her. Her winter boots left small footprints in the mud. He stared down at it. He never realized her feet were that small. “Small,” Nora pointed to it.

“Yeah, mama’s really small, isn’t she?” He poked her stomach. “I can hear you,” Iris said from a couple feet away. Barry smiled sheepishly while Nora giggled and rested her head on his shoulder.

“I am not that small,”

He nodded silently. She was, but he wouldn’t say that outloud. He’d probably get mud shoved in his face if he did.

“Barry?”

He swiveled around to see his brother in law walking towards him. “Wally, what are you doing here?”

“Linda wanted to pick up a tree before we got on the road since her parents don’t have time,” he explained.

“Is she judging every tree too?”

“Oh yeah, our wives are very picky,”

“Amen to that,”

“I can still hear you, Bartholomew,” Iris called. His smile was sheepish again. “Sorry,”

“Iris is here?” Linda’s head popped out from behind a nearby tree. Her boots sludged against the mud as she made her way over to Iris, who was inspecting the tree leaves.

“They really go all in for trees,”

“For Christmas itself,” he turned back to Wally. “Iris loves Christmas. One time, back in high school, Iris stopped being friends with someone because they said halloween was better than christmas,”

Wally gaped. “You’re joking?”

“I am not, I was there,”

Wally’s shocked expression turned into a laugh. “Now that I think about it, it sounds like Iris,”

They watched their wives for a bit. Well, only one of them was a wife, but the other would be a wife soon enough.

“Did you start christmas shopping?” Wally’s question broke him out of his gaze as he looked at the younger man. “I have and I probably went overboard but I like to spoil,”

“We know,” Wally mumbled. “Iris’s closet says it all. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her repeat an outfit,”

Barry shrugged. “I like to spoil my wife, sue me,”

Wally shook his head. “Completely whipped,” he muttered.

Barry made a face then turned again and watched while Iris and Linda hugged and Linda returned to Wally’s side. “We should keep looking before the lot closes, we’ll talk to you guys when we get to my parent’s house,” she waved as they walked away.

“Bear, look, this tree is perfect,” she ushered Barry over. Barry looked at it, then at the others. They were the same. “I don’t get it,”

“Barry,” she swatted his arm softly. “It’s different from the others, taller, more branches, more spaces for ornaments,”

“More branches? How’d you notice that?”

“The first thing I learned majoring in investigative journalism back in college was that journalists needed to have sharp eyes to scope out clues that regular eyes couldn’t, you know, notice the small details,” she said.

Barry felt pride swell in his chest. He knew exactly how much Iris had grown from his best friend reluctant to go into investigative journalism to his wife who had three pulitzers, her own building and staff, and her own news media outlet that outsold CCPN in its first year of running.

It made it even more special that he got to see her grow into the woman she is today and people would probably call him dramatic, but in his mind, it was a complete privilege that he got to call her wife. That he put that ring on her finger. That he’s the father of her kid that’s sleeping on his shoulder.

His high school self would’ve probably gone into cardiac arrest if he knew about what his future held with Iris.

“Here, you cut it,” she handed him the saw and in return, he handed her a sleeping Nora, who instantly adjusted to the change and went back into a peaceful slumber.

The tree tettered back and forth as he sawed until he reached the other end and he caught it before it could fall in the mud. Iris looked around. “No one’s watching,” she whispered.

Barry nodded, picked up the tree and sped away. Iris picked up the tag that had fallen off and paid for it at the small booth near the front then waited at the car to drive home.

But she guesses Barry had other plans because what once was the lot with a bunch of trees before her was replaced with the fireplace that sat in the middle of their living room.

“I thought I’d make it quicker,” Barry said, licking the door behind him.

“The car -”

“Is in the parking lot downstairs, don’t worry I didn’t leave it at the lot,” he stopped her, kissing her cheek, putting down the bags near the tree. Iris laid Nora on the couch, using the blanket they kept on the back of the couch to cover her with it.

Christmas music started to faintly play in the background whilst Barry unpacked what they bought, singing along to the song softly.

Iris listened. His voice was one of her favorite things. She would ask him to sing for her on random nights, just because she wanted to hear it. Over the years, Barry’s voice had gotten deeper, it added a slight rasp to his singing voice but somehow, that rasp made it better, more soothing.

Barry laid out the onesies and stuffed the bags into a cabinet in the kitchen then joined her in the living room. He took her hand and interlaced their fingers, his arm slithered around her waist and he started to sway. Iris leaned into him, her head under his chin, closing her eyes and swaying with him.

She cherished moments like this. With the flash and their jobs, they didn’t have as much alone time as they would like but when they did, they made the most of it. Moments like this were her favorites, the ones that stood out in her memories, the ones she thought about in the future and smiled.

Her hand left his arm and they hooked around his back. She slowly felt herself drifting while he continued to sing, one of his hands staying around her waist while the other rubbed her back.

Soon, she was asleep.

December 24th - Christmas Eve

“Barry,” Iris called again. Barry peeked from the kitchen, his eyebrows raised because he knew exactly what she was calling him for. She huffed and planted her hands on her hips, the ornament she was holding hung from her fingers. “Help,”

He grinned and crossed the distance, taking the ornament from her and placing it where she wanted. “Was that the last one?”

“Yeah, just the star is left,” she picked up the gold star from their christmas box. “Who wants to do it?”

“Me,” Nora raised her hand. “Me, me, me,” she said as she flinged the blanket, slid down from the couch then ran until she was standing in front of Iris. “Me.”

“Hold it carefully,”

Nora nodded, taking the star and holding it tight while Barry lifted her. She slowly placed it on the top branch and clapped as Barry brought her down and onto his shoulders. Iris plugged the lights and the star in, the bright light illuminating against their dimly lit house.

“It’s perfect,” Iris whispered, tucking herself into Barry’s side. “Yeah, it is,” he agreed, but he wasn’t looking at the tree. His eyes were on the woman leaning against him.

“Just perfect,”

December 25th - Christmas Day

Barry sunk into the softness of the sheets. He had stayed up to wrap all of the gifts he bought, placing them under the tree. He hoped that one especially had made it through the night.

Iris rolled over, her body slightly shivering from the cold. Barry’s hand instinctively found her shivering form and pulled her into his embrace. She sighed, relaxed into him. He liked how she always did that. How she was able to simply relax just by his touch. She mumbled something incoherently, her nose brushing his neck as she scooted closer to him, trying to soak his warmth.

Feet thudded softly against the floor outside. Barry turns his head, watching their door be pushed open and Nora runs through it, climbing up on the bed, which he’s still not sure how she’s able to do, and crawling over the blanket until she lands between them.

“Christmas,” she whispers. “It’s Christmas,”

“It is christmas,” he pushed her frizzy curls back. “Merry Christmas, my sweet girl,” he kissed her cheek.

“Merry Christmas,” Iris said tiredly, stretching. Nora reached over and pushed a loc back into Iris’s bonnet. Barry smiled at the interaction. Iris yawned and sat up, freeing her locs. They spilled down her pack and the ends landed in a heap on the bed. He loved them. It was another thing he couldn’t put into words how gorgeous his wife looked when she had these types of styles.

“Alright everyone,” she stood up and put her hands on her hips. “Up,”

Barry sat up straight. “It’s Christmas,” she paced back and forth with her hands behind her back. “Both of you, go brush your teeth, shower, put on your respective onesie and you,” she pointed at Barry. “Will cook the pancakes, christmas ones, with whipped cream,”

“Yes ma’am,”

Barry got out of bed and set Nora down, who instantly dashed out of the room and went towards hers. He quickly got ready and sneaked downstairs, glancing at the tree. His nerves settled. Everything was right.

Iris came down with Nora right as he finished the pancakes. “I’m taller,” she sang. Barry chuckled. He’d let her have this.

After breakfast, Barry put on a christmas movie as background noise while they opened gifts.

“Barrry Allen, how much shopping did you do?”

He sat down next to her. “I might’ve went a bit overboard but I think you’ll like everything,”

Ok, maybe he went a little bit more than overboard, but he didn’t regret it at all. Barry silently watched Nora pull the last box from under the tree, curiously looking into the holes carved into it.

“Hello?” she said into it, then the box shifted on its own. She gasped and stepped back. Iris glanced at Barry with a small smile. The box shifted again, and again, a third time then it fell over and the flaps that held it closed opened.

A light brown puppy rolled out and stood on its feet. “Puppy,” Nora cheered, crouching and holding her hand out. It sniffed her hand and bumped it with its head.

“It’s a girl,” he told her. “What are you gonna name her?”

Nora sat down, scratching behind the dog’s ear and tapping her free hand to her lips. “Roxy,”

The dog, Roxy, barked, her tail wagging.

“I think she likes it,”

Later, when Nora was in bed, Roxy sleeping in her dog bed next to Nora's bed, Barry turned out the lights and retired upstairs. “Hey,” Iris closed her book upon seeing him. “I think today was a good christmas,”

“I think so too,” he got into bed. “But I also think every year is a good christmas,”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said, curling his arm around her waist. “As long as you and Nora are here, it’s going to be a good anything,” he muttered into her hair.

“Stop trying to make me cry,”

Barry laughed and he kissed her cheek. “I love you,”

“I love you more,”

“Not possible,”

“It is so,”

“Technically not, your smaller than me which means your capacity to love is smaller than mine so therefore I love you more than you love me,”

Iris gaped at him. “I know you did not just bring science into this,”

He grinned unapologetically. “Just the facts,”

“Oh hush, I still love you more,”

“I know,”

#westallensecretsanta #secret santa 2022

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Knight I had a small angsty vision of the newest AU, while listening to Gods Mercy of all songs lmao

Actually it’s full on angst™️

Just,,,when all the Champions are captured, they get tortured to death instead of, idk, shooting them or something quick and relatively painless

Cause like Team RR is using them both as a show of power, but also what will happen to rebels and traitors if they don’t agree with Team RR

Imagine it being worse that they give E4 and gym leaders a change to join their side, cause they’re all strong trainer, before they label them as traitors, but not the Champions just to rub salt in the wound. Truly letting them know they have 0% chance of finding a way out of dying

Anyways yeah, Giovanni ordering them to stab Lance all over his body in non lethal parts, letting him slowly bleed out and watch the rest, Maxie ordering for Steven to be slowly burnt alive, Archie ordering the grunts to water board Wallace before finally drowning him, Iris being mauled to death by Dragon Types, just horrid deaths they all got

But wait ‼️‼️

What about SilkWing angst, like Giovanni ordering the grunts to kill Iris in front of Diantha and Lance, and both of them have to watch their practically get eaten alive. Them just screaming at the Leaders to let Iris live, saying “she’s only a teenager she doesn’t deserve this” “we don’t care what happens to us just let her go please”

But of course, Diantha’s gonna be next

Just Giovanni being an evil leader and killing Lances family in front of him before he dies himself

Also sorry if this is to much. Feel free to delete if you don’t want to answer this and just let me know so I don’t send something like this again

YOUR HONOUR THATS SO GOOD WHAT CBMDBCMDND

Oh love myself some torture fr fr if you have more concepts like this send em my way, man you don't understand I had like the whumpiest au back then in my old fandom and it low-key broke some people hahahaha the torture and abuse in that au was too much too ig but hey

Ough that's so good tho what the fuck😭😭😭 just bcmxbxmx yo idk this got me excited holy shit hahahah

Like, you know what would be so so fucked up SHIT FUCKING IMAGINE CHMDBXNDND if Lysandre knows just what would really fuck Diantha up, for not joining him, for wasting her beauty, for trying to stop him, is that instead of Dragon types being the ones to kill Iris, it's a pack of Houndoom. Like. She's literally being fed to the Houndoom and Diantha could only watch as she screams and writhes in her confines, screaming at Lysandre, cursing him, and Lysandre could only smirk as she watches her daughter get killed, and soon she'll follow suit

Like cjxncbmxbxsk OUGHHHHH IMAGINE TOO THO LIKE CNDNCBDN once all of the other Champions are dead and Lance is still around, Giovanni's there smirking at him, telling him that he must be missing a few people, he really wants to see just how Lance breaks. As if his daughter and wife wasn't enough fucking imagine Gio calls in the grunts and the other leaders to take Clair and Silver right where Lance is, and got them killed in front of him too cbmxnx like Gio's too deep within that rabbit hole that he had no problems having Silver killed, so Lance had to also watch his cousin and his son die before him man like csxjdmdjdkd

Ough bonus points if Lance is there just basically begging Giovanni to kill him, but for Gio that would be mercy, and why would he ever show him mercy y'know? Imagine if Gio and the other leaders kept him alive, making him watch as they destroy his home, his region, and the next will soon follow, he was forced to watch innocent people die, and Gio's there leaning close to him, forcing him to watch, "see how powerless you are? Are you truly still worthy of being called a Champion?" And he could only laugh as he watches the last bit of hope in Lance's eyes get extinguished, his defences crumbling, he was nothing more than a shell of his former self, and god did Giovanni revel in it.

#this is fucking amazing man holy shit hahahah #this brough back memories hahaha #dyk i actually called my old whump au the forbidden au hahahah #its that bad some people actually blocked it hahahh #idk man its always fun writing whump fr cbmdnd #like this was so fun its a fun concept cbmdjd hahaha #not that i condone this irl ofc fiction is different from rl #but ough... theres just smth abt it yknow #its thrilling in a way hahaha #even my friend said its hard to be my characters bc i love giving them angst🤣🤣#but hey hahaha #pokemon champions #pokemon au #an ask and an answer #jerseyk112

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lunarlegend · 2 years

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i need some happiness, so i'm gonna share a wintertime Brotherhood idea from my AU

it's Stella's first winter in Insomnia, and everyone has a snow day so they go outside to have a snowball fight

the participants (and their ages) are: Gladio (19), Ignis (18), Noctis (16), Prompto (16), Stella (14), and Iris (11). Ignis & Gladio are secretly seeing each other and have been for a couple of years.

they all draw straws to pick teams, and it ends up so that Ignis, Noctis, & Stella are on one, while Gladio, Prompto, & Iris are on the other. this creates the following hilarious dynamics:

Gladio - absolutely does not want to hit Ignis. will do anything to avoid hitting Ignis. actually wants to target Stella because she goes out of her way to annoy him every single day, but she is also a child so he can't really do that. which leaves Noctis, but he can't really target Noctis either, because...

Ignis - will constantly guard Noctis (and sometimes Stella, but he knows no one will actually target Stella). his entire strategy revolves around dodging and defending. he is also aware that Gladio will not aim for him, and has no problem using this to his advantage.

Noctis - is used to Ignis protecting him anyway and isn't really thinking too much about it. is more interested in antagonizing Gladio like an annoying little bro, and helping Stella pummel him with snowballs. also intent on going after Prompto, his secret crush.

Prompto - eager to prove himself with his long-ranged snowball attack skills. has an arsenal ready by the time the fight begins, and tries to cover all his bases but is secretly mostly aiming for Noct, his secret crush. likes to be dramatic when he gets hit.

Stella - runs around like a little ball of chaos, flinging snowballs in every direction but especially at Gladio, her arch nemesis. thinks she is just really good at dodging but really no one wants to hit her because she's an idiot and it's too easy. takes a snowball for Ignis at one point and has a dramatic 'death' sequence.

Iris - has secretly been in cahoots with Noctis' team the whole time and planning to turn on her big bro in favor of her crush. acts all sweet and innocent right up until the very end, when she switches sides like a tiny traitor and helps pummel Gladio with snowballs.

in conclusion, Gladio accepts his team's defeat like a good big brother, but not before getting his revenge by chasing and play-fighting with everyone in the snow. by the time the day is over, they are all soaked and freezing, and Ignis later ~warms Gladio up~ as a thank you for being such a good sport. <3

also, Stella never forgets this day ever, and 15+ years later she will still bring up what a badass she was and how she led her team to victory.

#i love them all so much #AU Stuff #Stella Maris #my OC

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setnet · 1 year

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WIP WORD SEARCH GAME

tagged by @silentstep who gave me the words:

teeth | agitate | seldom | gold | agree

teeth - from 'River Roads', original

The space under the tree was broader than the hall of mirrors at the Ironwood Hotel, and it had the hushed, echoing quality of church. The bloody fringes of the tree’s aerial roots hung like buttresses and arches, and between them, its branches were bound with strips of finger-weaving. The oldest bindings were frayed, greying things, and where the tree had grown around them the branches were puckered like scars.

Finger-weaving was an old craft, less common now that factory linen and Khasanian cotton were so cheap. Robin had never had the patience for finger-weaving, but Sedge had always enjoyed the steady rhythm, the way each twist of thread built upon the last. As a child she had learned dozens of patterns, dragon’s teeth, star-seeds, the home fires and more; and when her blood came Granny Iris and Ouzel had begun to teach her the Grey River patterns, which were only woven by women of that kin.

The bands wound around the tree were odd. The familiar patterns were there, but they had jagged edges where the patterns no longer held, twisted into something less geometric and more…alive. Sedge leaned closer. Here were the home fires, but as they burned the rising smoke and falling ash curved and spread into an open ribcage. Here the net of flowers, but as she followed the pattern the net gaped and twisted into open mouths, singing. No. Screaming.

agitate - from FMA histories fic, working title 'The Unmasterable Past'

The disaffection in Ishval, to which reference was made in our columns some time ago, has reached its climax. About the fifth of August, a faction of some two hundred Ishvalan Home Rule agitators stormed the District Court buildings in Hansa intending to slaughter the men they found inside.

As the attackers were bravely seen off with grapeshot and cartridge, some dozen or so died. We now hear that in revenge the insurgents have slaughtered the garrison of Hansa, murdered and disgraced innocent soldiers’ wives and fired the city. ‘On all sides,’ our correspondent wrote, ‘great pinnacles of weaving fire shot up to heaven. The pillars of smoke rose sullenly into the sultry summer evening, and the roar of the conflagration mingled in the street with the shouts and riot of the insurgents. A great many Ishvalan homes and businesses burned. It is a sickness of the mind to destroy one’s brother’s home with one’s enemies, but the hot-heads are implacable and their hatred for lawful Ishvalans is as strong as their discontent with Amestrian authority.’

It is a disgraceful business, the result, no doubt, of Aerugan influence within the irreconcilable section of Ishvalan Home Rule agitators. In 1857 the mutiny in Pendleton Narrows was met promptly and decisively with grapeshot and canister fire, and crushed. In 1901 insurrection was met with delay, vacillation and insufficient punishment, and the consequence is that the mutiny has spread across all Ishval. The Government admittedly has a difficult and delicate position to face, but it is clear they cannot give in to the insurgents. The traitors must be made an example of and insurrection punished.

‘The Hansa Insurrection,’ Dublith Guardian, 3 September 1901

seldom - FMA

Mustang’s parents died when he was young and he was raised by his paternal aunt. Chris Mustang, known as ‘Madame Christmas’, was the owner and operator of the Christmas bar in downtown Central, an institution that, although not precisely a brothel, was known to facilitate so-called ‘gentlemen’s arrangements’. Chris Mustang was publican, patron and enforcer of the establishment. She had a well-earned reputation and an information broker - she had begun by accumulating information as insurance against the mistreatment of her ‘girls’, and against military or police interference into her business. Although disdaining blackmail and extortion as wasteful, by 1900 she was able to exert subtle influence on high-ranking military and civilian officials.

There is evidence to suggest that Mustang’s placement as a student of Berthold Hawkeye and later as the protégé of General Grumman were the result of Madam Christmas’s connections. Mustang also made use of his foster mother’s information network, setting her on the track of information he dared not pursue through official channels. However, Mustang’s ambition caused him to downplay his background. He seldom spoke of his family publicly, no doubt wishing to avoid the accusation that his unusually fast progression through the ranks was the result of, as one wag put it, his foster mother’s grip on High Command’s collective balls.

Friedmann. Mustang. Vol.2 1910-1937: The Hero of Ishval (Barnhelm Books, 1995)

gold - upcoming chapter of old timber to new fires, ASOIAF

In torchlight the blood had been black, but the rising sun revealed it deep red against the snow. Sansa breathed out softly, trying to still the tremors in her belly. Her father’s legs had spasmed just so, when Ser Ilyn cut off his head in King’s Landing. Her father’s head had fallen just so, rolling down from the High Septon’s pulpit, down the steps of the Great Sept of Baelor to the cobbled square below. The crowd had roared, screamed and surged. A man had lunged for her father’s head, raising it by the hair, then dropped it, doubling over, when one of the goldcloaks put a mailed fist into the man’s belly.

This was not the sodden heat of summer in King’s Landing. The air was hard and cold, the blood already frozen. The crowd in Winterfell’s court murmured, their voices low. She could not tell if it was approval or censure. Blood dripped from the dark metal in Jon’s hand. His face very still. So he had looked when she had found him at the wall, distant as the Stranger.

agree - FMA

Mother’s letters from the war years are written on good stationary, worn, stained, folded and refolded. Father’s are written on a mismatch of sheets. At times, when he could not find paper, his words were written on the back and margins of mother’s letters, or crossing the lines of her words so that their words mingled and overlapped. At other points, he wrote to her on the backs of pages torn from books: A lithographic print of an Ishvalan temple, a handful of anatomical drawings from a medical text, the title page of a collection of Cretan poetry. As an officer, he had a partial dispensation from the official censor, and as the war progressed he made increasing use of it. His words never quite reached a pitch that might be interpreted as treasonous, but his unease grew increasingly apparent.

12 March 1908. Your letters are a solace and a comfort to me, my dear. I carry them in my front pocket and read them daily. Roy teases me for it, but I know that he is only jealous, for he has no sweetheart at home to write to. I have met him here in Kanda, for the military alchemists have been sent to the frontline en masse for the first time in our history. It is a frightening thing to see them at work, for they are as terrible as massed artillery and far more mobile. Living weapons, they are called, and I cannot disagree... ‘My Father’s War,’ Elycia Hughes, My Father's War and Other Essays. (Central: Stodhardt Publishing, 1953)

tagging @branwendaughterofllyr @yeahnahmateypotatey @nezumiko @funnydivine @grassangel with the words and variants:

river | help | often | shimmer | interests

#setnet writes

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 1 year

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Hypnosis 🎙 Mic

Bad Ass Temple ⇩

📿"Evil Monk" Harai Kuko ➳

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🎙"14th Moon" Aimono Jyushi ➳

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💼"Heaven & Hell" Amaguni Hitoya ➳

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Buster Bros!!! ⇩

"MC B.B." Yamada Ichiro ➳

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"MC M.B." Yamada Jiro ➳

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"MC L.B." Yamada Saburo ➳

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Dotsuitare Hompo ⇩

🎭"Tragic Comedy" Nurude Sasara ➳

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✏"WISDOM" Tsutsujimori Rosho ➳

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🕶"MC Mastermind" Amayado Rei ➳

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Fling Posse ⇩

🧵"Easy-R" Amemura Ramuda ➳

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🎲"Dead or Alive" Arisugawa Dice ➳

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✒"Phantom" Yumeno Gentaro ➳

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MAD TRIGGER CREW ⇩

🔫"Mr. Hardcore" Aohitsugi Samatoki ➳

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🚔"45 Rabbit" Iruma Jyuto ➳

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🪖"Crazy M" Busujima Mason Rio ➳

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Matenro ⇩

🩺"ill-DOC" Jinguji Jakurai ➳

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💊"DOPPO" Kannonzaka Doppo ➳

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🥂"GIGOLO" Izanami Hifumi ➳

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Secret Aliens ⇩

📸Tom Whisper Weathercock ➳

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🦖T.Rex ➳

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🌱Iris Innocent Traitor ➳

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#masterlist #masterpost #hypnosis mic #male reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #hypnosis mic masterlist #hypnosis mic x reader #hypnosis mic x male reader #hypnosis mic x gn reader #hypnosis mic x gender neutral reader

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mythgirlimagines · 2 years

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(At Curious's waitering part-time job...)

Curious: (to Fusion and Scar) Greetings, you two. What would you like to eat?

Scar: (on one end of the table, demonic voice) THE SOULS OF THE INNOCENT!

Fusion: (smiling innocently, translating for Scar) A bagel!

Scar: (voice cracking, indignant) NO!

Fusion: (obviously) Two bagels!

Source: Vine

Video Source: (https://www.youtube.com/shorts/f0huI_wZ6UE)

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(How an interaction between Janon and Sparkle would probably go...)

Janon: (backhandedly) I'd say you mastered all the skills of an Ultimate Puzzle Solver. You dress all flashy, talk about how great you are, watch musicals...

Sparkle: (oblivious to Janon's sarcasm) INDEED! I SAW A SPECTACULAR SHOW, JUST THE OTHER DAY!

Janon: (walking away, sarcastically) Is that so? You'll have to tell me about it sometime, when I'm not walking away...

Sparkle: (obliviously) HMM? WHEREVER ARE YOU GOING?

Janon: (rolling his eyes, still walking away) I must get some sleep, being the kid that I am. Farewell for now, the Spectacular Sparkle, the Ultimate Puzzle Master, forever and even after that...

Sparkle: (pensively) "ULTIMATE PUZZLE MASTER, FOREVER AND EVEN AFTER THAT"? SEEMS A BIT MUCH!

Sparkle: (realization dawning upon her, before running after Janon) DID HE SAY "GET SOME SLEEP"? HEY, WAIT!

Source: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Video Source: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ptMzj5ByzGw)

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Myth: (with her hand around Wyre's shoulder, smiling) We never fight, right?

Wyre: (with their hand on Myth's shoulder, smiling equally as brightly) Right!

Nerd: (unable to fathom not arguing with someone) That's impossible! Even you two should have disagreed at some point!

Wyre: (with a look of recollection) In fact, we did have a small dispute over which one of us was more awesome!

Myth: (shrugging) We just called it a tie and had some pizza!

Source: How I Met Your Mother

Video Source: (https://m.facebook.com/E4/videos/how-i-met-your-mother-that-one-couple-who-never-argue/448131525846164/?_rdr)

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Dream: (confidently) I know all about blurring the line between metaphor and reality!

Dream: (somehow grabbing a volleyball and wearing a Shiratorizawa uniform in a split second) I'm the goddamn Shiratorizawa of blurring the line between metaphor and reality!

Purple: (momentarily pausing in utter confusion) Wait, what?

Dream: (harshly spikes the ball at the floor)

Purple: (narrowly dodges the harshly spiked ball)

Source: XKCD

Comic Source: (https://xkcd.com/1120/)

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Iris: (venting to Egg about their middle school life, tearfully) No matter what I do, nobody at school wants to...be friends with me!

Egg: (rolling their eyes and shrugging, texting one of their fangirls) Yeah, I literally can't relate to that problem at all.

Egg: (smirking confidently) But you know who no one likes?

Egg: (yelling to the next room over) HEY, WET SOCK!

Wet Sock: (popping their head out of the room, irritated) First of all, how dare you.

Source: Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart

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(After Fusion's Optimism Trivia Seminar, he decided to have his daughter tutor one of the more cynical of the bunch...)

Eldritch: (staring over the flashcards, straining himself) "A-Anons good". "Anons"...

Eldritch: (frustrated) URGH! Why is th-this so hard to r-remember! "Anons"...

Eldritch: (looking back up at Fusion II) Wh-What was it again?

Fusion II: (deadpan) Good.

Eldritch: (struggling to get it out) "G-GOOD!".

Fusion II: (silently smiling proudly)

Source: The Good Place

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(During the Fancy One's/Mastermind's regime...)

Traitor/Assistant: (to The Fancy One/Mastermind, nervously) Hey, uh, Boss? I just noticed something.

Traitor/Assistant: (gesturing towards their outfits) The designs of our outfits, have you looked at them? Have you noticed that our clothes have the same exact colors as our despair-broadcasting mascot?

Traitor/Assistant: (with a petrified look of recollection) Boss...are we the baddies?

Source: That Mitchell and Webb Look

Video Source: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8JOpPNra4bw)

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After a bit of a mental debate, I'm planning on keeping them on your blog. If that's okay with you, that is. And as usual, opinions would be greatly appreciated!

-Fusion Anon

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I'm fine with it lol! Good quotes this time!

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jessiebanethedragon · 3 years

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White Sands Warm the Cold Sea (pt 10)

Summary: the reader, betrothed to a disgusting Coruscanti Lord flees her home world and lands herself in a plethora of trouble, a ship of clones, and one pirate captain whose cold exterior needs much more than the tropical seaside sun.

Chapter one

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Warnings: Swearing, takes place in time periods where women have dowery's and suchlike. The readers' dad and betrothed are asses.

Chapter Ten: The Echo

Greeting your companions the next morning was just as awkward as bidding them goodnight after the debacle last night. You’re stiff, bruised, and the dirtiest you’ve ever been in your whole life. Lightly retying the corset to support yourself, you collect Gonk from where she’s curled in the Hammock and brace yourself before heading out onto the deck of the ship. It’s already very bright out, and the crew is as rambunctious as ever. With the Captain throwing orders around here and there, Tech and Wrecker working the sails, and Crosshair shouting back down to Hunter. It’s marvellous how they work together when they're not disagreeing about something.

You feel Gonk leap off your shoulder with a curious noise before bounding away, her speckled wings bouncing behind her. She looks clumsy for a lizard, but then again, how many lizards did you know that have feathers?

“Good Morning!” Wrecker shouts to you when he notices your figure. You give him a smile and a small wave. Tech returns your smile and watches you as you glance around. Appreciating the sea and the vessel you’ve found yourself on.

The water of the Corillian run is a rich blue with just enough green to look magical. And the waves the churn underneath you look more powerful than any carriage or speeder you’ve seen before. Just as you’re wondering how deep it is, there's a commotion behind you. Hunter is glaring deadly at Gonk, who’s held by her neck feathers in front of his face. And from the way her wings are flapping and her front claws grab at him, it's no mystery where she was, or where she’s trying to go.

“I’m sorry!” You say, gathering your skirts and rushing over. The Captain glares at you as he shoves her into your arms, her grey feathers bunching up as he does so. His tunic is rolled up again, and in the morning light you can see the symbols on his forearm more clearly. Traitor.

When the wooden ruler collided with your desk you yelped in fear and surprise. Was it the first time this had happened? Absolutely not, and if these lessons continued this way, it certainly wouldn't be the last.

“Pay. Attention.” The Pantoran woman growled at you, she was very smart. You could just tell, and the fact she was instructed to dumb down your education infruiated the both of you. “As I was saying…” She eyed you - a dare to look out the window and start daydreaming again.

“Teach me about the war.” You blurted out the statue of the emperor they were erecting, catching your eye again.

“This is a language class.” She said with a sigh, before placing the ruler down. “I’m guessing you want to know about the Clones.”

“How did you kn-”

“It’s all anyone ever talks about.” She interrupted you, which was shocking in itself, but not unwelcome. Perching herself on the birch coloured desk, you found her staring out the window as well.“It’s well known that there was scarcely a better soldier than a Kaminoan Clone. And so when the war came to its end, and the Jedi went rouge, well they hardly stood a chance. Those who sided with them were caught and killed or branded traitors. Why they let any of them survive is beyond me, but those clones were so fiercely loyal. Some of them just couldn't shake that. No matter how hard the Kaminoans or the Emperor tried, there were millions of them, and some…” She paused for a moment, glancing back at the door as if someone was watching you through it.

“Well even if an inhibitor chip is 99.99% effective, out of one million, there will still be one hundred defects.”

You try to stop staring, you really do. But by then Hunter has caught your eye, and is glaring even harder than he was before. Cautiously you take a step back, finding yourself in the company of clones is one thing, those willing to defy Nython, another. But enemies of the Galactic Empire was a different kind of dangerous.

“Courtesy of your betrothed.” The Captain grits out, and whatever softness was there from the night before is gone. Scared, you clutch Gonk to your chest like a child would a blanket. “What did you do?” You ask, looking him up and down. Even with the scars on his knuckles of cuts and burns, He didn't look like the horror stories you’d been told as a kid, in fact, he didn't look dangerous at all. But the symbols were there, scared into his skin some time ago. Something flashes in his brown sugar eyes, like the ping of a blaster bounces off of his iries in the heat of battle. Like he relives combat right in front of you.

“What we did was rescue a prisoner of war.” He spits, walking towards you and backing you into the banister that overlooks the pain part of the deck. “That hammock you’re sleeping in belongs to someone.”

“I’m sorry.” You say trembling. Looking to the side to see Wrecker place a firm hand on his sergeant's shoulder and pull him firmly away from you.

“Echo’s was in the hands of the Techno Union for some time.” Wrecker explains defusing the situation. “He’s waiting for us on Alderaan, after some much needed rest.” Hunter, who’s now swatting Tech - and whatever device he’s trying to scan him with - away, seems to be ignoring you.

“I-I didn’- I didn’t mean…” You tell Wrecker shakily.

“I know, and it’s okay.” He says with a smile, but Hunter's words resonate with you. Haunting you of acts you have had nothing to do with.

In his cabin Hunter throws his hat as hard as he can against the wall. He hates you, he hates the Empire and most of all he hates Nython. And what’s even more infuriating is how innocent you are, how your morales are driving you away from your betrothed, and how you saved the shit disturbing reptile that seems to like himself and yourself too much. And no matter how much Hunter wants to despise the empire, if it’s still filled with people like you, it means there’s still something to fight for. But if he’s being honest with himself, he doesn’t know how much fight he's got left.

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“What did he mean, courtesy of my betrothed?” You have to walk quickly behind Crosshair in an effort to keep up, his long legs easily outpace you and even though you’re both still injured he moves quickly. You follow him into the storage area that you’re all too familiar with, nearly bumping into him when he stops to look for a specific crate.

“Why don’t you bother Tech with your questions?” Crosshair says pushing boxes around.

“Because you’ll tell me the truth, no sugar coating.” You tell him, nudging him aside with your boot as you lean over to grab what he couldn’t reach. Perhaps being smaller wasn’t a disadvantage after all. Proudly you hand him the strange looking fruit.

“I need the whole crate.” Crosshair tells you unimpressed, before giving you the singular Meiloorun fruit and leaning over the stack of crates again. “And to answer your question, he was talking about the scars on his hand.” You lean against the tower so you can try to read his face as he yanks the crate forward.

“The burns or the wounds?” You ask, mulling over the fruit in your hands.

“Same thing.” Crosshair explains. “From a mission on Kashyyyk, Nython had the whole forest alight, and Hunter got trapped behind a blast door.” He watches as you cover your mouth with one hand as you remember the boasts, the gloat, the pride Nython had when he recounted the battle.

“You should’ve seen it,” There’s awe in Crosshair's voice now. “The Regs wanted to label him MIA, but that's not Hunter, not the Sergeant of ‘Force 99. When the squad hoisted him into that medical bay, he was barely alive.”

“No wonder he hates me.” You breathe, looking at the clone in front of you who shrugs.

“Don’t take it personally, he hates mostly everyone. We all do, it’s…” Crosshair stops and composes himself, like being honest or genuine with you is a weakness. “Nython decimated everything in his path. There’s what? A handful of Wookies left, half of those are thanks to him and all he can think about is how many he didn’t save.” You gently place your fruit on the box Crosshair is standing before you with. “It’s all a bit narcissistic if you ask me.” You smile at Crosshairs sass.

“You’d know.” You counter, trying to ease the tension in the room. “Thank you, for being honest.” You tell him, catching a smirk as he starts up the stairs.

“It’s one of my many endearing qualities.” He says, before shouting to his brothers about something that you don't even bother trying to understand.

With a look back at the hiding spot that you had chosen when you boarded the ship, you start up the stars and get back into the daylight. The captain is still gone, but Tech, Crosshair and Wrecker are each peeling a Meilroon fruit. You smile at them, they look so picturesque right now. The sea in the background and the three of them scraping the tough skin off of the fruits with knives. You’re reminded of children's picture books of pirates mulling over gold.

“Hey! What’s so funny?” Wrecker calls when he sees your big smile. Walking over, You plant yourself on the floor leaning against the banister.

“I half expected you all to break out into a sea shanty.” You tease reaching up to pick up a fruit.

“Ha ha.” Crosshair said dryly, giving you the handle of the knife to take from him to peel your own fruit. “Try not to chuck it at Tech again will ya?” you nod and very carefully start running the blade along the fruit.

“So no sea shanties then?” You ask, popping a piece into your mouth.

“We don’t sing.” Tech states.

“Yeah we do!” Wrecker argues, jamming his knife into the lid of the crate, “we know that one from-”

“Ferrik if you start singing that again.” Crosshair grumbles.

“THERE ONCE WAS A SHIP THAT PUT TO SEA” You all cringe when Wrecker starts shouting rather than singing, both of his brothers shout back simultaneously for him to stop, while you giggle from your spot on the floor. You could almost get used to their company, that and the fresh salty sea air, you are already beginning to enjoy the life of sailing. On the second floor, emerging from the captain's quarters, Hunter generally steps. Even someone without enhanced senses would have heard Wreckers incessant shouting and he has every intent on giving the three of them a lecture when he hears something else entirely.

“There was once a soldier who carried a mighty sword, and he had saved the village, oh lei, oh lai, oh lord.” Your voice accompanies soft taps to the wooden boards to create some kind of beat. The sound stops as soon as it starts.

“Don’t stop on our account.” He hears Tech's voice, and a stealthy Hunter moves to try and get a better view, he wants to know what you’re up to, and if you’re still trying to manipulate his crew.

“I’ve been told I have an atrocious singing voice.”

“It’s better than Wreckers.” Both Crosshair and Tech comment simultaneously. And Hunter hears you let out a half laugh. Some kind of reserved dainty thing that has him rolling his eyes.

“There was once a sailor, he had travelled the globe, his love he was chasing. oh lei, oh lai, oh lord.” You continue tapping again, “And there will come a captain who’s heart is completely pure, he will find those who are lost, oh lei,...” He hears you stop. As something catches your attention. And Hunter takes the opportunity to make an appearance.

You hear the captain’s footsteps before you turn your gaze away from the birds flying alongside the ship. “Who let the Aaray get a’ hold of a knife again?” He says looking down at you, the fruit and the blade. Hesitantly, and with only half of the Meilroon fruit peeled you give the knife back to Crosshair the same way he had originally given it to you. Pointing the handle towards him whilst gently holding the blade.

“I wasn’t going to…” You start.

“Going to what? Try and kill one of my crew again?” Hunter raises an eyebrow as if he’s daring you to disagree. You take a deep breath in, and hoist yourself onto shaky feet. Wrecker gives you a hand when your legs shake still in pain. Letting out your breath you lock eyes with the captain.

“I understand your hatred for that man,” You begin softly.

“No.” He snaps, “you don’t” You plead with his unforgiving eyes, and the way his half tattooed face scrunches in annoyance.

“You can’t be reasoned with.” You say hopelessly, knowing that whatever you say, it won't be enough.

“I should not have to reason with the likes of you.” Hunter bites. And at this point even Wrecker has given up trying to reason with him. Behind you, Tech’s Holopad beeps.

“I am not my Fiance!” You exclaim. “And yet you attribute all of his crimes to me, even the crime of trying to rid myself of Ny-”

Before you can react, Hunter moves fast as lightning, a hand on your throat, his own vibroblade dangerously close to you, bending you against the banister that stops you falling into the abyss alone. The three others brace themselves and when they move to help you, stop at the growl of anger from their sergeant.

“You do not. Say that name. On. My. Ship.” He tells the trembling woman beneath him.

“What happened to you Sergeant?” You breathe out, searching for the man that his brothers seem to think he is. Everything they tell you about him, every ‘he’s not like this.’ All of his actions point to the fact that he is like this. Something changes in his face, like he remembers where and who he is. And like Hunter is on fire, he steps away from you. The second there's room, Wrecker forces you behind him protectively.

“Sarge.” Tech says, his voice echoing like blaster fire in the mountains. “I think you should come with me.”

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pinkbeeps · 8 months

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who is your favorite in Secret Aliens?

Okay well we know Tom's out for obvious reasons, but between Iris and Rex I honestly can't decide!

You have T-Rex, who automatically gets 400 coolness points for his name alone, plus he is literally the funniest guy ever. He and Jiro need to become best friends so bad. Anyway, I need a like. Compilation of all his scenes, they're all golden.

And with Iris, I'm attracted to her. Plus she's a hacker which is SO cool (She and Saburo are hacker buddies ahhhhh! That's so sweet!!!) She rides a motorcycle. I'm attracted to her. Her voice is freaking AMAZING and her mic design is literally the coolest thing ever!

And they both have such good designs! So... I can't pick a favorite!

#thanks so much for the ask! 😊 🙏#iris innocent traitor #taromaru rex #secret aliens #hypmic

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hypmicprideflags · 3 years

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Agender flag color picked from Iris Innocent Traitor!

Requested by anonymous

#iris innocent traiter #hypmic iris #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic division rap battle #agender

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gingergcnius · 3 years

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some of y'all asked for more quirrell!ghost , so here it is !

most of the flowers that grow in the room are mostly anemones , belledonnas , bittersweet , black eyed susans , columbines , daisies , iris , marigold , pansy , willow , and the newest addition to the room , zinnia .

the zinnias start growing after sybill's appearence , and increases whenever one of the professors or students come to visit and practice magic and quirinus sees they don't have sybill with them . ( or a boy with golden hair , dressed fine from head to toe and the biggest and ' attractive ' smile someone could have )

he likes to watch the students practice in his room , as long as they don't damage what he cannot regrow . ( and it's not like he can stop the tears , his visitors a constant reminder yet like cold water in a hot summer day ) . it reminds him of a faint memory from when he used to be a muggle studies professor .

though he doesn't talk much , he will nod and tilt his head from time to time to show that he is listening to the students , and that he is not ignoring them . ( he will always listen , even if he is floating way up from the ground , curled up into a ball and sobbing his heart out . )

he is the most calm with snape , often the potions professor would drag in a chair , a book under his arm , and he would spend time reading . he insists it's the quiet he seeks , and he is not doing this for the ghost . quirinus is dead , after all . he died a traitor , why should he care if he came back as a pathetic ghost ? is his answer when someone asks . ( he never once speaks those same words when he enters the room )

sybill comes to visit ( both arms trapped in a grip by minerva on one side , Pomona sprout on the other ) weeks after , eyes red and puffy . this time , when quirinus sets his blank eyes on her , no tears come . instead , he reaches for one of the bushes , and plucks a single zinnia and hands it to her . no one aside from pomona reacts , she brings a hand to her eye to wipe away a tear .

sybill keeps the flower in a glass cage , a thick book laid next to it on the table . it's quirrell's book of course .

it took her a long time to dig through the boxes that had collected dust very long ago , having to take small breaks to cry away from them ( these were his , he had cared so much , he would be angry if he learned there were tears on them that left stains . )

filius and Pomona decide that it's an excellent opportunity for further experiences and bring their classes down to quirrell's room from time to time . it gets the ghost to speak , and the students learn new things . it's worth the small smile , the quiet yet excited voice coming from the ghost as he explains the plants , their uses , and how to take care of them . he sometimes corrects students , showing them which way to flick their wand and when to thrust it to cast proper spells . though sometimes he will be far away , hidden in a corner , not even brave enough to face the older students if they decide to bring them here .

( they learn their lesson to avoid bringing the older students , when some , who remember what quirrell had done , reacted terribly and insulted the professor to the point where it took another two weeks before the professor appeared back in the room . and another few weeks before he started responding , stopped crying again and listening to what said to him . )

the first time he truly leaves his room ( the students had decided to call it that , since it was easier , and to avoid suspicion around umbridge ) is a true disaster . it is halfway and a bit after through the year , and a few of the students decide to hide in his room .

at first , he doesn't hear the soft cries of the young girl and two boys because of his own sobs , until she stars sobbing just as loud as him .

curious to why someone young as her would be in such devastating state , he floats up to her . if you were to ask what happened next , he couldn't tell .

one second he was staring at a terrible scar on the back of her hand , and the next he was floating down the corridors of Hogwarts , followed by the pleasing group of three , for him to stop to not do it .

they do not succeed .

the amount of noise they are making , of course attract the attention of the professors , and they are shocked when they see the professor floating through the halls . not a tear in sight , fury visible on his face . he is angry , and you do not get in the way of a pissed ghost . ( not that you can , of course . )

for the first time , his eyes are focused , no longer unseeing .

he doesn't even bother knocking , he goes right through the door , and people hold their breath .

he just crashed Umbridge's lesson .

due to the lack of slammed door , it takes a while until umbridge notices the ghost .

" um . . professor ?— " " i do not remember seeing a raised hand , or me giving you permission to speak , Mr Potter . detention , after class in my offi— "

she gets cut off by a gasp , because glaring down at her is no other than the ghost of quirinus quirrell , the former DADA professor

" no . " his voice echoes in the room .

" p-pardon ? "

" . . i s-said , n o . " this time , his voice is much , much louder . it's the loudest he had ever spoken in months .

" y-you w-will not torture a-any o-of the students ! "

" i don't think a ghost has a say in how i punish my students ! "

a few minutes of silence , and umbridge takes that as a win .

it is not .

it's when a hand lands harshly on her shoulder , and practically throws her around , true panic settles in .

because normal ghosts are not supposed to be able to interact with objects , let alone another human being . and quirrell ? quirrell is inches away from her face , eyes a bright red , and he is not happy .

" do you . . k-k-know how i-i d-died ? i died w-when a d-dark lord p-possessed m-me . i struggled , f-for months , f-fighting a-against him . he punished me t-too . and you . . y-you r-remind me t-too much of Voldemort— " he is cut off when no other than sybill trelawney slams the door open , gasping and wheezing as if she ran a marathon . wide eyes searching until they land on the ghost . only then , she relaxes .

apologizing , she moves over to quirinus , softly talking to him and leading him out of the classroom .

the language of flowers are from a site i looked up , so if they're not accurate i am very sorry . I'm not very good with flowers :

anemone: forsaken , sickness

belledonna: silence

black eyed Susan: justice

bittersweet: truth

columbine: foolishness , folly

red columbine: anxious , trembling

daisies: innocence , hope

iris: a message

marigold: despair , grief , jealousy

pansy: thoughts

willow: sadness

zinnia: thoughts of absent friend

i was officially thinking of quirrell and his unfinished business being not being able to explain people what truly happened , and that he was innocent , but i thought , while writing the scene with him and dolores , why not add a little twist ?

so now not only his unfinished business is explaining his side of the story , it is also voldemort's death ( revenge ) , being useful and help the students ( guilt , from his DADA year . he had found dark arts interesting , and because of Voldemort he had failed to show the others his point of view on the subject ) and dolores umbridge ( he will not rest until that disgusting thing called a human being is gone from the halls of his home )

i also have a headcannon where the more feelings behind an unfinished business there is , and depending on the number of said unfinished business , the more in contact with he world said ghost is . like being able to touch objects , be completely aware of your surroundings , and going as far as acting like a human . and as you can see , quirinus has quite a few and loads of emotion behind it , especially when he focuses on them .

OKAY NOW IM DONE ILL STOP WRITING NOW OR ELSE IT'LL TURN INTO A WHOLE BOOK——

#woohoo #that is way longer than i expected to write #but i think #it's definitely worth it #now that im taking another look #if any of you noticed the small easter egg from when a small change happens to him #and make the connection to what he says #congrats !#here's a cookie 🍪#quirinus quirrell #sybill trelawney #severus Snape #filius flitwick #minerva mcgonagall #pomona sprout #harry potter #dumbledore's army #harry potter au #ghost!quirrell au

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 3 years

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||Betrayal of demons|| Reserved rp with demon-blood-youths

This couldn’t be happening. It was wrong!!!

Thanks to Mouse working along side Fosh they finally found a lot of the hunter’s main locations and stopped them. However, for the third one it’s near the water warehouse. Where for a shocking reason, Megan showed up there. She was actually there speaking with the hunters of their next move. Was it possible? Is this the night the demon traitor comes down? She sees that everyone was excited about this as they started planning to head inside without being caught.

Melinda was happy deep inside, knowing that things will be done for now or at least stop her. The teams arrived inside the warehouse seeing it was dimmed lit but hearing the voices speaking from another location.

They all goes ahead without being caught thinking things will be alright. Seconds later, everything changes. Now, they were all caught under the strong power of lights above with the loud clicking of guns. They were surrounded by hunters with demonic like monsters growling at them but standing in the lower level with them with two guards protecting her. A teen girl looking ahead with her arms behind her back with a sick smirk on her face. Her amber color eyes looked ahead among the group but when seeing them, all Megan did was giggle. Her hands soaked in blood after her ‘feeding’ of innocent people dead on the left side. She welcomes them, giving a teasing grin like they were really trying to stop her like the other two hunter locations she planted. For now, it just makes Megan laugh.

Feeling her presence made Ping shake in her shoes hiding behind Breezy, seeing her eyes watering from sensing so much disturbing energy coming from Megan. Even Timmy was afraid seeing her aura. It was unlike any kind of demonic aura he’s seen before. It was...scary. It made him feel highly sick just seeing it.

“My oh my~ what do we have here? New friends? You guys really know how to crash a party don’t you?” she seems relaxed but didn’t seem dangerous up close.

“You know why we are here Megan. To stop you from hurting anyone else!” Jinx said to see Megan snicker looking at her.

“Stop me? Oh, come Jinx, I’m not that bad but...seems you all feel like I am. I’m sure you would agree..don’t you Vivi? I’m a demon just like all of you so I’m doing you a favor..” she sees her purple eyes glowing in rage seeing her but keeps calm. Sensing something was..off here. It was too easy to see her here.

“How is killing innocent people living in this city helpful? Don’t you know what you-”

“I do but I don’t care. Anyway, I don’t really have time since I’m busy. I have other things to do right now so....why don’t you all leave like good little pigs?”

“We are not leaving till you pay for what you done. Even to Melinda here!”

“Kyo!”

When hearing her name, Megan tense up to look ahead with her back facing them. That was impossible; she was to be dead. she sees the one that went after her growing afraid but she’ll deal with them later. Melinda tenses seeing her turn her head slightly but her amber eyes darken but the inner iris becomes a mystic dark purple. She was angry but remained calm to turn facing them.

“...Oh my. I can’t believe it. She lives. The little weakling is alive then? Hmmmm....I figure I’ll have to be sure to fix that won’t I?” she sees a few getting on guard to Megan smiling. “Now...I figure everyone here is a demon which is exciting but....” Seconds later, Melinda got slammed by hard into the wall as it cracks as if something attacked her as she side down from the wall coughing. “I didn’t her to be here. Why don’t you stay there like a good dog and let the real ones talk hmm?”

“Melinda!”

“That’s it!” Kyo, being the hot head he was, grabs his sword and charges towards Megan that didn’t move. “Your dead!” his voice roars out but she only smiled to have Vivi tense up.

“Kyo don’t you idiot!”

A loud clang was heard but Kyo’s blade was stopped by something. He widen his eyes seeing something from Megan. Her body is surrounded by darkness but from her lower back, thin dark trendils are coming from the lower back that drip of some unknown black ooze. These things were holding Kyo’s weapon but they were also cracking it as she lifts him up.

“Hmmmmm, such a weak weapon you have. Don’t you know you shouldn’t charge at your enemy like some idiot?” she sudden threw him to the left as he crashes into wooden crates while holding his sword that was now destroyed. She sees Vivi holding her scythe knowing something was wrong as Melinda stood up slowly.

“Vivi? Was she..” Jinx started to say but she shook her head.

“No.....she’s gotten stronger. More stronger than what Nagi sensed. Damn it..”

@demon-blood-youths

#IC #Rp reserved #silver roses #Betrayal of demons #demon-blood-youths #Here you go #I hope it's alright

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