#liana no last name given

[meteor752]

Both Liana and Wes have the big unblinking eyes

Wes goes snork mimimimimi when he sleeps

When Johnny gets mad of frustrated he just makes many noises that are not comprehensible

Jassy has an aura around her that just screams loser wet cat

Novo always looks like he’s two seconds away from crying

The kids inherited a lot of things from their parents, including their pathetic traits

#I couldn’t stop thinking about Wes with them big ol’ eyes #Liana also has a permanent smirk but that’s less pathetic #double life smp #dlsmp #dlsmp fankids #dlsmp children #double life fankids #liana no last name given #jassy smallishbeans #Wes Double-SV #Johnathan ‘Johnny’ Tek #Novo Major-Moon #team rancher #Scarian #Desert duo #Impdubs #Smalletho #Boat Boys #traffic series #Trafficblr

[jaded-jezz]

Shutter Speed

Jack Champion x Photographer!Reader

Part 1/?

☁︎ Fluff

Summary: y/n is a photographer for the new scream promo and Jack thinks she belongs in front of the camera rather than behind.

"Y/N did you double check the SD card was empty?" My best friend and work partner, Leah, shouted from down the hall. "Yeah it was the first thing i did this morning,"

Leah and I have been working together ever since college where we met during our photography course. We have been inseparable since both landing a job at a highly praised magazine company.

Today is going to be a great day as we have been given the front cover photoshoot with full creative control too. It has been my childhood dream to have even a small picture but another front page? The feeling never gets old.

Leah and I finish packing all of our equipment into the car and we start the drive down to the studios in LA. As it’s kind of a long drive Leah starts our little road-trip with our favourite song. We scream the lyrics and laugh when the people, in the cars that pass us, give us strange looks.

To save our voices from any extreme damage, we put on some less energetic music and go over the plan for the day. “Wait, have you seen the cast for Scream 6?” Leah suddenly asks.

“Yeh like sorta… no not really” I answer scrambling for my phone. “Well we know Jenna from the Wednesday shoot so that’s less worrying right?” I say as I wait for the list to load.

“Oh yeah I forgot you did that! Do you think she will remember you?”

(Scream VI Groupchat POV)

Jenna- how close is everyone to the studio?

Devyn- I’m parked outside

Melissa- the shoot starts in half an hour

Devyn- I LIKE TO BE EARLY OK?!

Jasmine- YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO BRING ME THIS EARLY TOO THO

Liana- wait you guys drove together? You could’ve invited me 🥺

Jasmine- use that emoji again and I will become ghostface

Liana- 🥺sowy🥺

‘Jasmine’ has left the group chat.

Mason- Jenna this is your fault

Jack- What the hell did I just miss?

Jenna- HOW WAS IT MY FAULT?

Mason- YOU ASKED THE QUESTION

Jack- Jenna, Mason is the reason we are running late please don’t kill us.

Jenna- thanks for actually answering jack, mason I’m going to kill you

‘Devyn’ added ‘Jasmine’ to the group.

Devyn- see you guys soon!

(Y/N POV)

“ I doubt she will remember, I didn’t really speak” I answer, as I start to cringe over my previous shoots without Leah. Leah is literally my rock, and she knows this as she looks over to me. “You will be great, I’ll be there if things get too awkward, and you have all your notes on your phone and in your notebook.” I give her a smile as I reach for said notes to calm my nerves.

When we arrive at the studio I already see two of the actors and they wave as we walk past their car. I feel a lot less stressed as I see that everything is clean for us to set up our equipment. Leah and I finish in a record time thanks to my meticulously drawn plan of the placement for lights and tripods.

One of the producers walks in to check if we are ready. He lets us know that two actors are going to be late but it won’t ruin the shoot. As he leaves to alert the cast Leah stands next to me to make sure I don’t run away.

“OMG it is you!” I hear a voice come round the corner. “I thought I recognised your name, guys this is the talent who created all the Wednesday promo!” Jenna exclaims to the group before walking over to hug me.

“It is great to see you again Jenna! And it’s lovely to meet all of you too.” I say to the room. “I’m Y/N, this is Leah and the stylists are in the other room.” I start to explain the plan for the day.

“So any questions?” I ask after I realise I’ve been talking rambling for too long. “Oh last thing, sorry, if at any point you feel uncomfortable or awkward in a pose or something, just let me know and I will sort it as fast as I can.” I let the cast go to their stylists, who they knew from set, and walk towards my camera and laptop to make sure everything is loaded up and ready to go.

“She did remember you.” Leah said in a hushed giggle as my face starts to go red.

(Jack’s POV)

We are late. Mason is late. So I’m late. I hate being late to these things. Especially when it’s people I’ve never worked with before, although I think I remember Jenna saying she’s met one of the photographers before but that doesn’t calm me down one bit.

“Hey man, chill out” Mason interrupts my internal panic. “They won’t mind, you can charm them with your good looks yeh?” He suggests. I widen my eyes to show I don’t agree. “Fine, I’ll apologise in my own way and you do it how you want too.” He sighs, jokingly.

When we finally arrive we are pushed into the changing rooms so fast that I don’t get to apologize for our lack of punctuality. I quickly change into my costume before jumping into the makeup chair, next to Mason. Once the artist has finished I text my mum to tell her I made it and left it on the vanity. I headed out to the studio once Mason was done too.

"Look who decided to show up!"

Part Two will be their meeting! Or should I say meet-cute?

Also (shameless plug) I really want to be a photographer so I would mean a lot if you followed/checked out my Instagram:

@/no.stress_jess

Please do not repost this, reblogs are appreciated.

#actress #actress reader #fluff #im so alone #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jaded jellyfish sting #marry me jack champion #oneshot #x reader #photography #photographerslife #photographer reader

[iwillrememberyoumarathon]

Bangel fans, we want to hear from you! As we celebrate this year's IWRY Fic Marathon, we're getting to know each other through our Meet the Fandom series. Answer the questions here to join in.

What is your name?

Liana-Medea

Where do you hang out?

AO3 as well as Discord (and I do share my German fanworks on a German site)

Do you create any fan works?

Yes, I write fanfic - mostly German, but I started writing in English rarely (and something about Bangel is just asking to be written in English, somehow, especially, if my ideas are already in English)

Funniest Bangel/Buffyverse moment?

Well, it's Wesley pretending to be Angel in Guise will be Guise, especially when he has to drink the blood he is given and tries to dispose of it after he took a sip while trying not to gag.

What Buffyverse opinion would have you chased through the village with pitchforks?

The smashing of the Gem of Amara was more than justified, because the risk of it falling in the wrong hands was way too high (as proven in the episode itself)

Share a headcanon you have about Bangel or the Buffyverse?

Hm, I always thought that Buffy doesn't know that Liam was Angel's human name (and on that front we should be glad that he went with the English version and doesn't force everyone to pronounce the Irish Gaelic version).

How would you have given Buffy and Angel their Happily Ever After?

Allrighty, that's something I am probably gonna write at some point (as soon as I manage to put together a reasonable outcome for NFA). What I got so far involves a Shanshu in Ireland (probably even his hometown), that he goes by Liam again and well, he and Buffy somehow cross paths again. They'll probably eat ice cream at the Corrib at some point (or do a picknick there like half of Galway on a nice summer day) and Liam will be the one that cooks all the time (one of his first human purchases was an Irish cookbook), although he sometimes tried combinations that are not that great together and Buffy also told him to cut back on the potatoes, after he served her four different versions of potatoes with salmon and vegetables (on the same plate!). They spent quite some time in Ireland, Liam draws for a living, Buffy does martial arts or counselling work and they have children together. They are wearing their Claddagh rings on the left hand, heart pointing in and will grow old together.

Last fic you read?

The Grass Isn't Always Greener in the Sunlight by Ralkana

Slay, Lay, Obey - Connor, Doyle, Liam?

Goddess that's tricky!

I am going with Doyle for Slay (probably because I am the least attached to him and well, I am not going to lay with him and obey, hm, probably also not the wisest choice).

Lay: guys, seriously, I am a lesbian and we got three guys here, so I am going with the most conventionally attractive one and say Liam, who is also – come December – exactly my age. Who knows, maybe he will surprise me, Angel's positive character traits can't manifest themselves out of thin air! And maybe I get a drawing out of it or better language skills, which I both would appreciate!

Obey: let's go with Connor, because I like him too much to slay, but well, I am talking series finale Connor here!

Fill in the quiz so the fandom can meet you!

#iwryficmarathon2023 #bangel #buffy x angel #meetthefandom

[bardchoices]

a quick look inside liana's tent:

books. so many books; works of fiction and nonfiction, novels, biographies, plays, and her personal favorite - poetry. it doesn't matter how much weight they add to her pack. she likes to wind down after a long day with some of her favorite passages and a glass of wine; why should that change just because she's on the road?

a specific book, with pressed flowers between the pages. not everything she picks on her travels is for alchemical purposes; liana is both well-versed in flower language and finds herself wanting to collect a little piece of every place she's been.

her personal sketchbook and sketching materials. life drawing is something she picked up in her teenage years and flourished with it in her twenties. it's one of the ways she documents her travels through faerun, and during the journey to get rid of the tadpoles, many of her pages are filled with her fellow travelers' faces.

several instruments. namely her lute, her violin and her flute. she has a strong preference for the lute as it is her strongest instrument, but there are some songs she prefers on violin or flute, and some instances where it's more practical to play either instrument. plus, she likes to keep all her skills fresh.

a small music box. it plays a sea chanty that her mother was always fond of and that she would sing to liana and larkin when they were young. it's not the most practical item to bring along, but it helps her feel at ease on nights where doubt is creeping in, and reminds her of a simpler time in her life.

a letter from larkin. specifically, the last letter he sent before they stopped speaking to one another. the creases in the parchment are starting to tear at the ends from being folded and unfolded countless times and there is the occasional tear stain on the page that is almost unnoticeable and seems out of place, given the mundane nature of the text.

#ABOUT.

[fleshbag-au]

Meet Axolotl! (Axie or Ax for the friends)

(ok second try!)

"A deity of the multiverse, guardian and watcher of realities, the antithesis of Bill, the big frilly know-it-all lizard" are the names that have been given to him over time. Despite his undoubted omniscience that he shares with everyone who appears to him, the truth is that now he wants to take some time off from all that, Bips visit to his dimension will make him take advantage of getting out of his routine while, in part, he does his "job" of helping his guest with their problem, he finally have an opportunity to travel to other places, chat with someone else and who knows? Finally make a friend!"

🔽More Info below! 🔽

Personality: Despite his reputation for being wise, correct and benevolent, he is also usually relaxed and calm guy. However, when given the opportunity, he becomes quite playful and joking, but always respects the well-being of others. Despite this, he is usually the most animated of the duo and when he gets excited, he takes the initiative in everything (even if Bips doesn't want it, although he bribes him by saying that it is to help him xd)

Extra Info! (and a bit of lore)

Since he's a magical being, he can summon things depending on the situation, although if he is lazy or tired he can hardly give you something exactly.

To be closer to Bips, he can shrink depending on the situation, he can return to his original size at will when both need to travel. When he is little, he uses a fish bowl to transport himself and float, as if he were a "fairy" xd

Even his image is known to be a divine being, no one believes that he is "the great axolotl" when he is with Bips, they even think that he is his pet! He could easily go back to his normal size but he prefers not to because, apart from being able to destroy the place, he feels that it is not even necessary, despite it bothering him a little.

He doesn't have a clear goal as such, he just likes to guide Bips as he travels through the multiverse, however, he wishes that some "things were never discovered…

Despite having a clean reputation, he keeps secrets that no one should know, otherwise he wants to completely endanger the multiverse.

One of those secrets is that he has an illegal honey business, he usually operates under the pseudonym “Alex Loto”, most of the time he does it through distributors or rarely, he changes his form depending on the place where he is selling.

Some songs that maybe fit or remind him:

rises the moon - Liana Flores

Under Pressure - Queen ft. David Bowie

Today Today - Jack Stauber

Extra! I'm Shipping Up to Boston - Dropkick Murphys (when he's committing some chaos around)

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This will be edited over time to add or edit information over time!

Last edit: 30/12/23

#art #ref sheet #character sheet #axolotl #gravity falls #gravity falls au #gf au #au #fleshbag au #naugh art

[psalacanthea]

Wip Wednesday

I don’t know if you’ve been tagged, but @oxygenforthewicked and @kirkwalls-dumbest pls join me should you feel like it!  Here’s a bit of OT3 DA:0 for fun!

...

Focusing on her duty, Liana shadowed the riot for another ten minutes, hanging onto the occasional scrap of Derry's voice in the far distance echoing back.  It was hard to hear over the noise, but it had become so familiar to her that somehow she could still find him.  Every time he spoke she felt it, somewhere deep in her chest. He was safe.

His name flickered across the screen of her phone as it picked up his name in every feed.  Photos, videos, moments of fire and death and love captured and sent across the whole of Thedas.  Their boy, their hero.

Darian Tabris, the real Hero of Ferelden.

He was safe.

With a long breath, she tried to clear her head and her heart.

The only altercation she ran into in those last few minutes was one already half-finished, a small cluster of Jennies taking down a few people they claimed were trying to incite violence.  At this point, as much as it pained her to say, it didn't matter if they were paid provocateurs or opportunists.  A good beating would get rid of them regardless.  They were spread too thin for nuance.

At least they didn't kill them, unlike the assassins.

After the fight was over, she found the intersection for her meeting.  Arriving before Zevran, Lia calmed her mind and tried her best not to pace.  Instead she finished her water bottle and chewed on a few dried apricots, for the sugar and for something to do.  The night was far from over.

“Incoming.”

The warning was necessary, because even so she startled when Zevran dropped down from a roof behind her.  Spinning, she was bringing up her hands to defend herself when he abruptly snagged her out of the shadows, pulling her in by the elbow.  Shocked, she was stiff and still as he hugged her, his arms winding tightly around her.  He kissed the top of her head.

It took a second or two, but when she breathed in a shudder and the stiff panic faded, the hug tightened.  

“He is safe.  You are safe.  We are safe,” he told her quietly, and she could hear from the small catch in his voice that the hug wasn't only for her.

Clutching at his back, she returned it fiercely.  One breath, two, and then she pulled back from him with a firm nod.  It was only a small reprieve, but it helped calm the tempest inside of her for now.  There would be no relief until she had them both, but this was enough for the deed that must be done.

“It would be best if you stay-”  Zevran stalled and laughed apologetically as her eyes narrowed.  He lifted both gloved hands to cradle her cheeks, and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.  “Yes, darling dear.”

“He will confess,”  Lia told Zevran quietly, leaning her cheek into his palm, taking what momentary comfort there was to be had.  It wasn't enough for Howe to die, not with how complicated things were.  They needed an enemy to give to the public to keep Darian firmly in the position of hero, and she could think of no better man to be it than Rendon Howe.

She had promised Coran and Leliana she would get leverage against their enemies so that negotiation was possible.  What had they said?  Beg, borrow, or steal?  The time for begging had passed, she thought, and they had borrowed Anora's.  Now it was time to steal.  They would steal their leverage from the very hands of people who rapaciously stole from the alienage, and from the mages...

And from the Dalish.

Zevran's expression was troubled.  “Even if we can...gently convince him to record a confession, it will be obvious to anyone even remotely trained that it was under duress.  A clean kill and a mocked-up suicide may be better.  If we can find some handwriting samples, I can manage a passable suicide note.”

Lia searched his face.  Zev and Darian had given everything they had to this endeavor, and she'd been holding back.  She couldn't tell anyone this, not even Aeducan, but maybe Zevran would understand.  If they were going to be together, he and Derry should know the full truth.

He should know she was a blood mage.

“Zevran, I will make him confess.”

#dragon age origins #wip wednesday #zevran x mahariel x tabris

[blissfulalchemist]

OC Name Meaning

Tagged by: @adelaidedrubman to give the meanings of the names of my ocs! Thank you for the tag! Tagging: @belorage​ @florbelles @honeysides @heroofpenamstan @jamesbvchanans @strafethesesinners @agentnatesewell @themysteriouslou @lilwritingraven @johnnycranes @chyrstis @writerofblocks @vasiktomis @i-am-the-balancing-point​ @shallow-gravy @shellibisshe @fadedjacket @lee-by-thy-side and anyone else that wants to! Let me be your excuse!

Catlina: My own creation but a play one the name Catalina meaning “Pure”. Her name was meant to be Catalina but it got misspelled on the birth certificate and she insisted on it being pronounced as it was written. Rojas: Derived from the spanish word for red

Chance: Meaning “good fortune”. Picked by his mother as he was to be her turning point for making a better life. Ruicknar: from my own creation so it didn’t have to simply be Rook. The odd spelling coming from my own last name in having a double O sound.

Lancelot: While in French it means “land” or “servent”, it was picked for the Knight in Arthurian legends. Powell: Derived from Welsh meaning “Son of Hywel” which itself means “Eminent”.

Lizette: From Hebrew origin meaning “God is my oath” or “God’s promise”.  Rojas-Seed: meaning her life has been hell from the get go.

Hypatia: Greek meaning “Highest”, was named after the philospher/mathematician/astronomer Hypatia of Alexandria Caro: Spanish, Portuguese, Italian, and Jewish (Sephardic and Ashkenazic) meaning “Dear” or “Beloved” Tia: Meaning “Joy”

Constantin: Romanian version of Constantine that derives from the name Constans which means “Constant” or “Steadfast”. Was also named after his father John Constantine, whom his mom slept with because she has a thing for Sting. Enache: Hebrew origin meaning “Comforter” or “Healer”. His family in ages past were the healers of their villages and the name stuck with them.  Conner: Irish origin meaning “Hound Lover”. The irony of his future in ffxiv being Emet-Selch aka Hades’ assistant is not lost on me as many have to go through Conner before being able to talk to the man.

Stasia: Origin Greek meaning “Ressurection”. Stasia has been born again and again in terms of identity and yet it has the sound of stasis which means never changing which is a nice juxtaposition as her downfall is due to her lack of wanting to adapt to a new world in terms of magic. Liana: Hebrew in origin meaning “My God has answered”. Her birth name that she has little ties to now a days. There was no rhyme or reason to the name just needed something a little filler and it ended up working out!

Carly: Meaning “free woman” (from Middle Low German “kerle”) and “warrior”, “army” (from Old High German “heri”). This was so much of a happy accident as at the time that I picked her name she was just a character that was just there and so it was a filler name. But in many ways this fits her from her escaping the abuse of her mother, to being a loyal follower and soldier in Stasia’s army.

Hayat: Arabic meaning “Life”. His father picked the name because when he first laid eyes on Hayat you could just feel the life in him and swore you could see him smile and look around with such wonder. Khademi: Arabic meaning “He who serves and cares”

Clio: Greek meaning “Glory”. In Greek mythology she was one if the nine muses, the goddess of history and heroic poetry. The woman that raised Clio and served as a mother figure gave her her name and followed in the Greek tradition of naming a child after traits one wants to see in their child’s life as the woman had already named her own children after grandparents. The same applies to Clio’s last name and while Clio knows her true last name she keeps the one given to her by her mother figure. Zandra: Greek meaning “Defender of mankind”

Aria: Derived from Italian meaning “Song or Melody”. Was picked by her grandfather in a moment of clarity from his dementia in the days of his wife passing since he couldn’t remember what she picked. She loved listening to the arias in operas, they were her favorite thing like her granddaughter would have been. Dawson: English origin meaning “Son of David”

Sahar: Arabic meaning “Dawn”. She’s the dawn of a new age for Marc from a meta perspective and is the opposite given its association with the sun and Marc being of the moon. In universe though her mother saw her as what could have been a new beginning for her, but would eventually shine her light on the world that her mother at the time couldn’t find. Mahin: Persian meaning “Related to the Moon”. Sahar’s family way way way back were devout followers of Khonshu (one family member even becoming his fist) and kept their name even after the age of that god passed. 

#tag games #oc profile #Don't you just love how I am with my names :) I just gotta be so literal like this #though carly was a surprise cause I just put the first name I thought of #I did include common nicknames too so please enjoy conners

[sinha-ri]

anyway im gonna rant about the families of my ocs so if you read them, well i love you 

Part 1

The Royals (they don’t have a last name yet LOL)

Parents: Deceased

1st Son: Alexander

2nd Son: Ophilia 

The Royals rule over the kingdom know as Iesu (name subject to change if I don’t like it anymore). 

The family was founded by a human who was blessed by the Star God. It was his will and guidance that lead the human to found a Kingdom and rule it justly. The following Blessings were given: 

Decreased physical aging

Unable to die of blood loss

Unable to die of sickness 

Born without Magic (therefore immune to magic) 

Super-Human Strength 

Ambidextrous 

Born without illness (mental illness included)

They are all born with diamond shaped eyes that have a star as an iris. Their eyes change to reflect their emotion. They are born with markings that are shown on their face to reflect their birth. Those who are not born in the family will have to marry in the Altar the Star God has built in order to receive the blessings. The physical parts of the blessings, such as eyes and markings, are also given to them. 

The only exchange to such power and advantage is at the cost of only being able to give birth to 1 child. Only those with the blessings (the royal born in the family and the one they married in the Altar) are able to have the child together. After, no future attempts with lead to conceiving. At the age of 50, the blessings will start to wear off (including those who are born with them), and by the age 55 they will be completely gone. Therefore, it is recommended and required to have a child before that age. 

Those born of the family are required to marry that of the opposite sex no matter their personal preference. 

Alexander was the first born of this generation, believed to have been their only child. However, in a twist of fate, Ophilia was born 4 years later. He was seen as a miracle by the family and kingdom, yet some believed it to be an omen. The King and Queen died in an ambush to the kingdoms shock. It was the youngest any of their King or Queen has died. Alexander disappeared for a time, having all the forefront to Ophilia, who did not know how to rule and in turn ruined the lives of those in the kingdom. After some years, Alexander had returned and Ophilia disappeared.

Alexander has since ruled the kingdom is a manner believed to be just. At the age of 32, he has yet to have shown any interest in having a Queen.

Artesia (Main Family)

Parents: Alive

1st Daughter: Diene

2nd Daughter: Veronica

3rd Daughter: Joann 

The Artesia Family is one of the oldest mage families to still remain. They were a family that survived the Demolition, granting them high status and reputation already. They are a family based in the kingdom of Liana. As a Noble Mage Family, they are often asked for their assistance by high nobles and even Royals. The Artesia’s Specialize in combat magic most of all, helping kingdoms and people deal with monsters, enemy attacks, and are often at call for any troubles an estate is facing. They are very relied on and respected for mages. 

The first born is expected to lead the family and continue the legacy. They are given rigorous training in magic and physical being. They are expected to have high education and learn anything that is taught to them and go beyond. They are often the one sent to deal with major tasks, only rarely joined by any other family members.

After the first born, there is no other motivation to have further kids other than aiming for a Grand Mage or having more mages to help deal with less major and “smaller” tasks. Their training is taken less seriously but they are still expected to have high etiquette and excel in magic. However, there is no pressure to be perfect, they are allowed to make more mistakes, and are often allowed to choose who they marry to if they wish to. 

Due to the actions of Oliver Artesia having committed war crimes and deserted in a time of war, he has tarnished the name of the Artesia Family is a whole, even if he was part of the Sub Family. Diene aims to restore the name and works herself tirelessly to gain the faith of the public once more, putting more pressure on her than before. Veronica aims to find Oliver, defeated him, and turn him in hopes of proving her strength and restore the faith of their family. Joann has chosen to take the advice of the parents have given them of ignoring Oliver entirely and to continue on as normal. 

Artesia (Sub Family)

Ricardo

Oliver 

Oliver’s Parents

The Sub Family of the Artesia’s is the children of the younger siblings part of the Main Family (ex: the children Veronica or Joann would have). They are often not given much attention as the main family but still can be called upon to deal with any requests, however they are often ‘lowly’ jobs. Many wish to marry the Artesia family simply for the name, as even the sub family gets recognition and credibility due to their last name. 

When the children of a sub family wishes to start their own family, they cannot carry the Artesia name and must use their spouses last name. 

Ricardo is the brother of Oliver’s dad. Ricardo had lost his son due to illness. 

Soon after Oliver was born, his father had disappeared. His wife, Oliver’s Mother, raised Oliver on her own to the way she wished. She hoped to make Oliver strong enough to rival even that of the main family and wished he would make their sub-family gain more recognition and power. After witnessing the abuse of Oliver, Ricardo had taken him in. 

Oliver was then dragged into war in place of Diene or the main branch family due to being a Grand Mage and having been suggested. 

Oliver’s Mother is therefore a disgrace and outcast of the Artesia family, even if she continues to bare their name, she is not seen as one of them.

The rest of the Artesia’s were then prevented from joining the war.

#fact for me #lets see if i get through part 2 #bc this is 3 already #and i have 3 more

[hwiyoungslesbiangf]

I was tagged by @braceletofteeth. tysm for tagging me <333

Rules: Tag 9 people you'd like to get to know better!

Favorite color: Purple !!!

Currently reading: I'm reading the Queen's Gambit !! I watched the show on Netflix months ago and decided to buy the book. Honestly? I really love it lol. I've read through it pretty quickly, although I'm not quite done yet. I like the writing style and the narration just moves so well. I never thought chess could be so interesting.

I must say though, I've been speed-reading it so that I could read Don Quixote lol. I love reading a lot but I don't find the time so often because I have soooo many other hobbies, but when I start reading a book and really like it, I'm glued to it.

I haven't read any fanfics in awhile just bc I haven't felt the urge to read them. I go through periods where fanfiction is just uninteresting to me. Mostly its because the one thing I want to read fanfiction for doesn't have anymore for me to read!! curse sf9s permanent nugu status.

Also started reading this Chinese bl novel? it reads a little weird because its a translation but I suppose it isn't too bad. not exactly interesting but just something to pass the time.

Last song: I believe it was Rush Hour by Monsta X. I love that song lol. Tbh I only really listen to Kpop, not much else. Thats just the kind of person I am tho!! Once I get into something I stick with it until I can't take it anymore. Last non-Kpop song I remember listening to is rises the moon by Liana Flores. It's very calming and I really adore her voice.

Last series: I've been watching adventure time lately. I enjoy kids cartoons a lot but the motivation to watch adventure time was bc of the lesbians lol <3 they're cute.

Last Kdrama I watched was probably a rewatch of SFH but I just started this ballet one on Netflix that I can't remember the name of. OH I also recently watched Tinted With You but I didn't finish it because I found it to be a little boring.

Sweet, savory, or spicy: SPICY!! I love spicy food sm. I'd have to put sweet and savory on equal levels bc I like them both!!

Currently working on: Hmmm. A few things! Some long term things I'm working on:

1. Finishing high school! I have one semester left and its kicking my ass.

2.My mental health! I have very severe depression and anxiety and I recently started going to therapy! I also started using anti-depressants and they've helped!!

3. My Kpop collections. I spend a ridiculous amount of money on Kpop merch because I'm collecting a lot of different groups!

My current photo card collections: OT9 SF9, 3 members of NCT, 1 member of Monsta X (and some ot5/6/7 sets bc they're cute), a few enhypen pcs, and 1 member from Seventeen!

Short term things:

1. Writing Fanfics. I'm working on one of the requests I was given and I'm having a lot of fun! I'm excited to do the other one as well! I'm also writing an sf9 fanfic bc im sooooo emo about the lack of sf9 fics on ao3.

2.Selling a bunch of extra Kpop stuff I've hoarded for like 2 years.

Post the first GIF when searching your name:

dfgsjdhfkdsgfdskhfh my bf <3

Favorite season: So. This is a little funny. I'm originally from Hawaii!! Which is of course pretty hot year round. However, my favorite season is actually winter! I have a hard time handling the heat. I get really bad migraines and I constantly get sick when I overheat and it just sucks. I now live in the southern US which is either HOT or mildly cold. We had a 30 degree day and the next day it was 75 out and humid as hell. I like winter bc its just waaaay more comfortable.

9 people to do this challenge: @bonbonpich @chhagiya @micahrose-mountainnose @srabaskerville @loveforseo @moonjosteeth

uhhhh I ran out of people to tag LOL I don't interact with that many people here T^T

These are some people that regularly like my posts! I know you are all just strangers on the internet, but in my little monkey brain you are all my friends bc you think I am funny sometimes <3

#tag game #this was fun !! #my computer had a conniption fit #so i had to copy and paste this to my phone <3

[meteor752]

Who are “the kids”?

My friend, at this point it’s better that you just see for yourself of what’s going on with them than ask for a recap, because whew a lot has happened

But quick rundown, the kids were created when I had the idea of an au where in double life, they didn’t just share their life with their soulmates but also a child. The AU was more about how the couples would be as parents and less about the kids themselves, and their personalities were mostly made to fit fun scenarios

But then people liked that post a lot, and wanted to know more, so here we are

There’s Liana, the Scar + Grian child, who’s a business woman with wings but can’t fly, also she’s half watcher, has lost a foot plus half her eyesight, has heavy trauma from watching her dad die in front of her,is a superhero, and became Pixl’s adopted daughter ish, also her and Jassy are married

There’s Wes, the BDubs + Impulse child, who’s a gentle giant, but more in the way that he’s constantly stressed out, and he has a lot of OCD and anxiety, a bad relationship with both of his dads, a real passion for mining, and is engaged to Jekiv. Their relationship is a whole mess too

There’s Gertrude, the Rendog + BigB child, who’s a pretty chill redstoner with a big passion and love for classic fairytales and princesses, also she’s a werewolf but kept that a secret from her mentor for a while, also she caught her dad cheating when she was like ten, and she wears sunglasses so much that she’s near blind because of the light when she takes them off, and she’s dating Novo

Johnny, the Tango + Jimmy child, who’s like a pure southern country boy, very sweet and kind and friendly, plays the banjo and absolutely adores goats, he had an absolutely awful time after double life ended, and he suffers from major codependency issues to his dads, also he becomes an explorer with his horse Butternut, and he can speak to wardens, and he’s aromantic.

Jassy, the Etho + Joel child, who’s a pun loving ninja with a huge identity problem, has a lot of anime traits including the crazy hair that changes every day, is also a little green in some places because ogre, has a whole arc of figuring out who she was and wanted to be, is a huge horror fan, was a pirate for a while, she has a rough ass relationship with Joel, and she’s married to Liana.

Jekiv, the Cleo + Martyn child, who’s a monotone pastel clad half zombie with more daddy issues than all the bat kids combined, he has a lot of zombie traits that affect his day to day life, he kept a journal after his parents death, he became a necromancer for the heck of it, gore and corpses is his favorite thing in the world apart from frogs, and he’s engaged to Wes.

Novo, the Pearl + Scott child, who’s more nutty that a peanut in a nut factory, used to be a total momma’s boy but now hates both of his parents, loves the aesthetic of running mascara and has been doing it since he was eleven, has an accent that no one can understand, became a bard without being able to play an instrument or sing, and managed to become incredibly rich just by people paying him to shut up and go away, and he’s dating Gertrude.

This does not even cover the Hermitpires thing, the separation arc, the death ending, their many costume alternatives, the villain au, the Sklizzumbo children, Lily the Warden, and a lot more. So just like, check out the #double life fankids tag on my blog, most of it should be found there

#double life smp #dlsmp #dlsmp fankids #dlsmp children #double life fankids #liana no last name given #Desert Duo #Scarian #Wes Double-SV #Impdubs #Gertrude Statz-Diggity Dawg #Johnathan ‘Johnny’ Tek #Team Rancher #Solidaritek #jassy smallishbeans #Smalletho #Boat Boys #Jekiv Inthelittlewood #Novo Major-Moon #divorce quartet

[monstersandmaw]

I am in love with Luca and Cassia! I know you said you wrote it in like three hours or something but do you have any plans to do any more with it? I feel like I want to know their story all the way through! The way she changed around him! And! How he was able to keep his mind in the transformation with her there! is that something you wanted to notice? AHHH I love your stories sm!

Thank you so much! I really enjoyed writing their story, though I'm not sure I want to read it back now, given that I broke my cardinal rule about leaving a day between draft one and full edit, let alone between full edit and re-read before posting... oh well. I'm happy you enjoyed them! I didn't think it'd be a terribly popular story, but I'm glad I shared it now, so thank you.

It's not so much a 'true mates' kind of thing, but a very close compatibility thing? I love the old werewolf legend of speaking a wolf's true/full name and having them lose the rage of the transformation, you know? I can definitely see the two of them falling in love, with Luca being in awe of her and Cassia learning it's ok to be soft around someone.

In case you didn't figure it out, Allegra is Cassia's actual sister, and the other witches are metaphorical sisters. Gioconda and Liana are together, but not Marcella and Allegra, though I'm not sure about those last two, so if you want to see it that way, that's fine :).

#witches #spooktober #werewolf

[madamhatter]

Tag ten followers you want to get to know better

Tagged by: @more-than-a-princess​​

Tagging: @subserviiient / @mixandmatchupmuses / @crossxskulled / @cornerstonc / @saymecw​ / and anyone who likes answering these things when it comes to IRL..! 

 name: Soar

star sign: Pisces/Aries cup.

height: 5′0

middle name ?: Elizabeth 

put your itunes / spotify on shuffle. what are the first 6 songs that popped up?

Tatsuro Yamashita - LOVE SPACE Liana Flores - Rises the Moon Monsune - OUTTA MY MIND The Rare Occasions - Notion From “36 Questions” Musical - Our Word 

Grab one book nearest to you and turn to page 23. what’s line 17?: 

“..That said, I know you well enough to be sure you can’t help putting some good work into it. Would it be right to deprive readers of that?”

Wiesel, Elie. The Time of the Uprooted 

ever had a poem or a song written about you? : Yes. I was very not for it growing up and it was very cringe-y. 

when was the last time you played air guitar?: HAHAHA-- I still do this at my age. I think I did it when vacuuming and I was listening to “Meant to Be Yours” from Heathers. Air guitar plus vacuuming is a weird thing to do, but it felt right. 

who is your celebrity crush?: I know I had strong celebrity crushes growing up and even a couple of years back, I don’t really have something that strong anymore. Will I watch something with my biases? Oh Lord, I will. I look to you Dev Patel and Gwendoline Christie.

what’s a sound you hate; sound you love?: Yelling. Yelling is something I hate 100% hearing and immediately keep to myself when it starts. Can’t even bring myself to do it w/o bursting into tears, I also don’t like the sounds of certain chains when they jingle. Can’t explain why but I shudder at it and go somewhere else. I really love the sound of moving water (slowly moving liquid in a water bottle, for example) and crinkling paper. You can imagine what I play in the background when I do things-

do you believe in ghosts?: Iffy on the concept of ghosts. I waver between believing and not given my past experiences. As weird as it sounds, there have been stuff in the past that proves otherwise. 

how about aliens?: Not quite. 

do you drive?: Yup.

if so, have you ever crashed?: Yes. I was sandwiched in a three-way accident. The car behind me hit me so hard on my way to college (as a freshman) that I hit the back of the car in front of me. This was on the way to class early in the morning. There was a test that day too. 

what was the last book you read?: Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao! It is a terrific read and I cannot encourage and promote their writing enough! You may know them from their YouTube channel. 

do you like the smell of gasoline?: *shifty eyes at Rae’s reply* So I’m the person who were looking for because I like the smell of gasoline. 

what was the last movie you saw?: I recall that I rewatched Encanto with friends, but that wasn’t the most recent movie I’ve seen. There was also me rewatching Kate on Netflix, which I really recommend!! That only tells me that the actual last movie wasn’t exactly the best then. 

what’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?: I’m not 100% big on sharing medical stuff on here but I had the busted ankle and messed up wrist. I had cracked opened my skull as a kid and needed stitches. But that wasn’t the worst I had. 

do you have any obsessions right now?: Gaming wise, my current focus is on Pokemon: Legends of Arceus and rekindling my love of Miitopia. Watching wise, I am starting Peaky Blinders and Hometown Cha-cha-cha (please guys watch this, I love it so much). I am also finishing Disenchantment. There are much more to the list, but I’m only thinking off the top of my head.  IRL wise? Finding a new job--.

#( the shenanigans of a sorceress ; dash games )

[bardchoices]

@lordgortrash sent a sending stone: ‘  you  owe  me  a  dance.  ’

the highest echelon of baldur’s gate gathers in an opulent ballroom, an entire rainbow of colors and array of fabrics flowing and swirling as a band of bards fills the space with music. the attendees supply the merriment — throngs of them laughing and gabbing or spinning in time with the song at hand, having the time of their lives. from the outside, it seems so decadent, so desirable. someone who didn’t know any better would be stewing with jealousy over not receiving an invitation to what would undoubtedly become an event talked about for years to come.

but liana bashar, sharp as a blade, knows better. in a culmination of experience wrought over the last several years and tested in the last few weeks, she notices every little detail that the quiet observer would brush over. the conversations she catches as she moves through pockets in the crowd are almost mechanical in their cadence and repetition. countless praise for the newly anointed archduke, little else to remark on outside of the good he’s done for the city and the modern age he’ll usher baldur’s gate into, with open arms. she expected as much — there’s no way every patriar in the city willingly relinquished the power they held to open that door further for one enver gortash. not without there being one helluva catch, and she was cursed to know too much.

the how was a simple puzzle, one that took her but moments to piece together when she first arrived in the city with the rest of her group. hindsight is a funny thing. she recalls the first poster of lord enver gortash she laid eyes on in wyrm’s crossing, how her head went light and fuzzy, how her stomach lurched and her knees almost buckled under her. how years of honing her craft made it easy to blame on the long walk in from the shadowlands, how she just needed some bread and she’d be right as rain. it bought her the time she needed to figure out how she would tell her fellow adventurers — her friends — her family — that one of the people they needed to contend with as they unraveled this absolute plot was several chapters of her past that never had a full conclusion.

looking past the details — namely, the tadpoles that are keeping the masses inside these walls obedient — it’s almost admirable to see. the past few days have been a tightrope walk down memory lane and of all the schemes he would give her small details and hints on, there was one in particular that he had always circled back to. his time in the hells had given him an awareness of the realms around him and the treasures and tools that were hidden just beyond — knowledge that many would kill for, laying comfortably in his skull, waiting to be capitalized on. she remembered the mention of a crown and little else around it. she’d press for details and he’d chastise her, playfully so, for trying to ruin the surprise. all in due time, my dear — you’ll see it firsthand.

he wasn’t wrong. it just wasn’t what either of them could have imagined at the time.

the song swells to a close as her eyes meet his from across the way and she considers turning around and making her exit. she’s fulfilled her responsibilities for the evening — show up, alone. report to lord gortash’s office post-haste to discuss the progress of culling the cult of bhaal and securing orin’s netherstone. stick around for three songs to say you attended the party of the century. get back to the place you feel safest — surrounded by those who have experienced every twist and turn of this winding journey. yet her feet remain rooted on the spot.

it’s that diabolical mistress, nostalgia. because if she closes her eyes as he approaches, she’d see him as he was so long ago — still handsome, roguishly so, with ambition as high as the ocean was wide. things were simpler back then. no tadpoles. no absolute. no rebelling elder brain. she yearns for it, against her best judgment, against every instinct telling her that she should turn heel now and never look back. their story might not be over, but that chapter has long been concluded. they can’t go back to what they were before. too much is at stake now, and they stand on opposite sides of the chessboard. they both know it.

and yet, they both seek to indulge. just for a moment, a minute, a night — just enough to sate the overwhelming ache in both their hearts that should have died out long ago. he almost looms over her as he reaches her, and her posture remains tall, unwavering, as honeyed brown eyes peer up at him through the embellished pattern of her mask. the next song starts up as he talks of liana owing him and she has half a mind to laugh, loudly, and the gall he possesses. but she doesn’t. she doesn’t jump to accept, either.

there are countless attendees falling over themselves — men, women and everyone in-between — to get a chance to sway with the newly coronated archduke, yet his eyes only seek you. it should entice you — excite you, even — to be the center of attention, to have every eye in this room locked on you, to have every heart full of envy and wanting what you have. so why do you resist?

‘ I’m not inclined to believe you’d be satisfied with just one — and I wouldn’t want to deprive your audience of your attention. ’ she’s nothing if not a smooth talker, words soft as silk and a teasing smile pulling at her lips that doesn’t reach her eyes. no, those carry another emotion entirely. one might expect a sharpness in her gaze. instead, they’d find a sadness that weighs heavy in her bones, sinking her. as she settles in it, that feeling creeps up again — head going light, knees almost buckling. she takes a step back, then another.

‘ forgive me — I need some air. ’

#lordgortrash #ANSWERED. #IN CHARACTER. #oops my hand slipped

[aiorevelations]

A Name, Not a Number: Part 8!

It’s double feature Monday! (At least this Monday. Lol) Hope you all enjoy! @btv-grace @theannecordeliashirley

Chapter 8: Gathering Clouds

Three months before:

Milena stared down at her father’s coffin in the ground, tears streaming down her cheeks and holding a handkerchief to her mouth as she struggled to hold back her sobs. She stood there frozen, completely enveloped in grief, almost unaware of the people gathered to mourn Norvan and the commital service being delivered by the pastor. Lorenzo’s arm was around her as he tried to give her whatever comfort he could provide, wishing he could do anything to take away just a fraction of the pain she was experiencing. 

The afternoon sky was cloudy overhead and as time passed the clouds darkened, threatening to rain. The service ended and Norvan’s friends and acquaintances came over to Milena to offer their condolences. Milena could make out their lips moving yet couldn’t discern their words as she was still caught in a daze. Soon everyone had left the cemetery leaving Milena and Lorenzo alone by Norvan’s grave. Milena walked closer to the grave pit and knelt along the edge.

“Oh Daddy. I really wish you were here with me right now” she sobbed. “Why? Why did you have to leave me too.” She lowered her head and wept. Lorenzo knelt down beside her and wrapped her in his arms. Milena held onto his arm and leaned her head on his chest. They stayed there for a moment and then she loosened her grip on Lorenzo. She sniffed, “Thank you, Loren. If you don’t mind I’d like to be alone, just for a minute to say goodbye.” 

“Of course. You can have as much time as you need Lena. I’ll be waiting by the car.”

Milena nodded her head. Lorenzo stood up and began walking to the car. She gently wiped her tears and stood up from the ground. She took a deep breath and spoke. “You taught me a lot Daddy...we had wonderful memories that I’ll treasure forever. Thank you for believing in me and for being by my side. No matter what you could always make me feel better” she sniffed and looked away to the side at the rose bushes in the distance. “Roses. I remember when you told me how they were Mom’s favorite flower and how every Friday you would give her a bouquet of red roses. Out of all them, she loved red the most since they represented love.” Her voice quivered and she took another breath to steady herself. “And you...you taught me what all the colors represented just like she taught you. Yellow for joy. Pink for admiration. Orange for desire. Burgundy for beauty within. Green for peace. Lavender for enchantment...peach for appreciation. Blue for the impossible…” she wept. “And your favorite...white.” She looked down at the single white rose she was clutching to her heart. “You said you loved it because it stood for innocence and eternal loyalty and love. And that’s all you wanted for me…” she sniffed. “But you never told me that it also stood for the beauty and frailty of life...death.” She wiped her eyes again “And now I’m trying to accept that you’re not here anymore...and I don’t if can or if I’ll ever will. What I do know is that I’ll never forget your love or how you made me feel. I love you...Goodbye Daddy.”

Milena brought the rose to her lips and kissed it. She then dropped it over the grave pit and it landed softly on top of the mahogany coffin. Milena took one last glance at her father’s final resting place and then walked away. Her thoughts drifted over the overwhelming events and images of the last week. The sight of her father’s lifeless and burned body lying on a metal table in the morgue was constantly etched in her mind. Try as she might to get that nightmarish sight out of her mind she couldn’t forget it. Her hours were filled with nothing but pure sadness and anger. She couldn’t imagine who would murder her father but she was determined someway, somehow to find out who was behind it. In all of this, she was grateful to have Lorenzo by her side. He was her only sense of comfort in her darkest moment, her only support. It shouldn’t be that way. Liana should be here with me burying our father. Instead, I’m here carrying this burden alone.

Milena reached Lorenzo who was holding open the rear right passenger door for her. She entered the car and he shut the door. He climbed in the other back passenger seat and their chauffeur started off for the Blagueur-Ohanyan estate. 

About a hundred feet or so behind where Milena’s car had been parked a woman stood behind a tree watching the Aston Martin speed off in the distance. Once the car was out of view the woman quickly walked up to Norvan’s grave and removed her sunglasses. “Well, it’s been a while. Can’t say I’m surprised this is your fate. You always did find a way to hurt and betray those closest to you. Especially me.” She cried. “Everything you put me through. How you never saw me for me. How you constantly belittled me. How you blamed me for mom’s death. How you abused me both physically and emotionally” her voice rose with every passing second. “How you saw me as nothing! That I could take!” she screamed. “But when you—“ she sobbed. “When you took the one joy in my life. That I couldn’t take! That I could never forgive.” She looked down at her feet “And I’m sorry it had to be this way but you left me with no other choice.” Liana put her sunglasses back on and left her father’s grave. Seeing her Dad’s resting place had given her a sense of finality. In a way, it captured her past and her future. For better or for worse there was no going back now.

 …..

Present-day

After the rally had ended Jason and Tasha began walking back to the entrance of the Izmirlian Square. All around them they were surrounded by throngs of people, most of them discussing and agreeing with Tarek’s words.

 “That definitely was enlightening. I didn’t realize that Dalmar had so many followers,” Jason remarked, his mind still focused on the scene he and Tasha had witnessed just minutes earlier.

“Neither did I. The files we read described the KLF more or less as a small radical faction, not a well-known, large, and extremely organized political party” Tasha sighed.

 “I can see why you always make it a priority to go ‘sightseeing’ on these trips.” 

 “You can never be too prepared in this line of work” Tasha replied as she spotted a young boy, no older than twelve, handing out flyers for Dalmar’s upcoming meeting by a stone fountain near the middle of the plaza.

 “Come to the Bulin Meeting hall tonight at 8 o’clock. Come to hear the truth. No longer silenced, freedom for Krudia!” he shouted. The boy spotted Tasha coming towards him. “Hello ma’am would you like a flyer?” he asked.

 “Yes, I would.”

 He handed her a flyer “Here you are. Have a nice day.”

 “Thank you. You too” Tasha responded as she walked back to Jason.

 “Collecting more evidence.”

 “You can never have enough.” Tasha held out the flyer in front of her and Jason. “By the looks of this pamphlet, Dalmar presents himself as a benevolent and understanding candidate. A man of the people. Unbelievable” she rolled her eyes as she stuffed the paper in her purse.

 “It definitely doesn’t help that a good deal of the population believes this crap,” Jason muttered.

 “No, it certainly doesn’t.”

 “Well, I don’t know about you but I’m starving, so how about the two of us grab some brunch at The Ledbury. Assuming it actually exits. It does exist right?”

 “It does. But what happened to that room service you were so keen on earlier” Tasha teased.

 “I’m sure the kitchen staff could use a break, what with all the people staying at the hotel,” 

 “Mmm-hmm.” Tasha gave a teasing smirk.

 “Oh come on you know you want to.”

 “All right. I’ll have brunch with you at The Ledbury.”

 “Okay, great” Jason replied.

 “But you’re picking up the tab” she coyly smiled.

 Jason lightly chuckled,  “You drive a hard bargain.”

 “Why make it easy,” Tasha responded.

 “Okay, okay you win. I surrender.” Jason playfully responded as he put his hands in the air, causing Tasha to laugh.

 The two of them walked to the street corner. Once there Jason signaled a cab and they headed for The Ledbury. Almost ten minutes passed and the cab pulled in front of the restaurant. The exterior of The Ledbury was covered in exposed brick and dotted with large glass windows. The window frames and entrance door were made of black iron. Parts of the exterior brick were covered with passion vines that hung from trellises. Tasha and Jason exited the cab and walked into the restaurant. They were greeted by a maître d' who escorted them to a table for two by the window. The floor was marble and in all the corners of the restaurant, stone columns stood. The interior walls were covered with various works of surrealism. Swarovski Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling and roman candles decorated every table.

“Here are some menus” the maître d' handed one to Tasha and then to Jason. “I’ll give you some time to decide what you’d like and I’ll be right over to take your orders.” The maître d' went to attend to other patrons, leaving Tasha and Jason alone.

Jason and Tasha scanned the menu for a few minutes, looking over the descriptions of the vast assortment of delicious dishes the restaurant served.

  “So what are you thinking of ordering?” Jason asked. 

 “Everything looks quite delicious but I think I’ll take the shrimp risotto.” 

 “That sounds mouthwatering.”

 “Thank you. So what about you?” 

 “I think I’ll go with a seared steak with asparagus and roasted potatoes.”

 “That sounds wonderful as well.”

 “Thanks.”

 Tasha and Jason smiled. The maître d' then returned with glasses of water. “Here you are,” he said as he placed the glasses on the table.

 “Thank you” Tasha replied.

 “Thanks” Jason added.

 “My pleasure. So are you both ready to order?” he asked.

 “We are actually” Jason replied.

 “Wonderful,” he retrieved a notepad and pen from his vest pocket. “What would you like to order.”

 “After you,” Jason told Tasha.

 “Thank you. I’ll take your shrimp risotto with a Caprese salad please.”

 “And I’ll have a seared steak with asparagus and roasted potatoes. Thank you.”

 “Of course. Your order should be ready in about twenty minutes. If there’s anything else I can do for you please let me know.” he replied as he took the menus from Jason and Tasha.

 “Thank you.” 

 “Thanks” Jason replied.

 “No problem.” The maître d' responded before he walked away to the kitchen to put in Tasha and Jason’s order.

…..

“Black Hawk. Any more updates on their position.” a woman’s voice came through the car speaker system.

The man reached for the microphone located in the car. “Negative Red Sparrow. The targets are still inside The Ledbury. The waiter just left with their orders.”

“Understood. If there’s any change in their position or any significant updates. Contact me immediately.”

“Affirmative.”

…..

Professor Zilmer stared nervously at the ground unable to find the courage to look his employer in the eyes. His assistant and wife Francine stood nervously by his side. “Professor Zimler, I must say, I am quite disappointed in you and your wife. I expected your work to have been completed by now.” Dalmar said, taking a puff from his cigar. 

“I know Dalmar but so far it has proven difficult to locate this mineral you tasked us to find. We’ve discovered and analyzed several elements but none have been the particular compound that you want. The latest mineral we tested we discovered has a molecular structure and formula is very to the desired mineral. Unfortunately, its differing molecular structure renders it useless to be used in the way you want. However, I think you could perhaps find it to be very useful in other ways and even very valuable.” He picked up a tube containing that certain mineral from off the lab table and held it out to Dalmar.

Dalmar took the vial and threw it to the ground. The tube shattered sending its contents all over the concrete floor. “I don’t care about this darn mineral! I want the one I demanded!” Dalmar uttered a string of profanities under his breath.

Professor Zilmer took a step back from Dalmar. Francine spoke, “If we could just have a bit more time I’m certain that we would be able—”

“That won’t be necessary. Your services are no longer needed.” Dalmar interrupted, a cold calculating look in his eyes. 

Professor Zilmer swallowed hard and locked eyes with Francine who then stepped forward toward Dalmar. “Please, Dalmar give us time. I’m sure we will be able to meet your requirements.” 

“I’m afraid that I cannot do. I’ve already given you more than enough time and I can’t afford any… loose ends” Dalmar callously replied. “Adrian, Raphael. Please take care of Professor Zilmar and his wife” he ordered as he exited the room. Adrian and Raphael walked towards the two of them from the corners of the lab where they had previously been standing. 

“Please don’t do this!” Francine cried.

“No! No! NO!!!” Professor Zilmer shouted.

No response came from either Raphael or Adrian’s lips. Raphael pulled Professor Zilmer’s arms behind his back and held them securely while Adrian grabbed Francine violently by the arm, which caused her to cry out in pain. Hearing his wife’s desperate screams Professor Zilmer gathered all his strength and broke away from Raphael’s grasp. He punched him firmly in the jaw causing Raphael to lose his balance. He fell backward hitting the side of his head against the metal lab table causing him to lose consciousness. 

“I need backup! I’m in the bunker. Lab room!” Adrian shouted in his shoulder microphone as Professor Zilmer charged at him. Adrian attempted to grab his gun but before he could remove it from his holster, Zilmer’s fist collided with his face causing him to let go of Francine who scrambled to the side of the room. 

“Run Francine! Run!” Professor Zilmer cried as he tried to hold back Adrian. Francine desperately scrambled for the door. Just as she reached the exit a gunshot rang out. Francine could feel blood pouring from her abdomen and quickly placed her hand against the wound. She felt her knees buckle and collapsed to the floor.

“NO!!!!!!!” Professor Zilmer shouted as he saw two more security officers next to the door, one of them still holding his gun out, standing by Francine’s lifeless body. Zilmer wrestled himself from Adrian’s grasp and rushed to Francine’s side. Just as he reached her body he heard another gunshot from behind him, followed almost immediately by the feeling of a bullet ripping through his body. Zilmer staggered forward for a few moments and then fell to the ground beside his wife. 

#You may need some tissues #and a minute to recover from some things #Not saying what those things are #hahahaha #Adventures in odyssey #adventuresinodyssey #jason whittaker #tasha forbes #Jason and Tasha #aio fanfic #Aio fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction

[wank127]

songs that make me think of denki!!

(btw my top artist for spotify this year was ben platt and for apple replay(yes i use both shh) it was cavetown which is so funny to me, like, was i okay??)

also, warning: it’s kind of a lot and it’s not even half of them lmao

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

✨honorable mentions✨:

man or muppet- the muppets (i like to think that denki and mina sang it together at a talent show)

the boys are back in town- yung gravy(i’m not typing all the other names out) (just,, denki, kiri, sero and bakugou,,,)

the ballad of sara berry- 35MM (denki as sara, bakugou the main one singing, midoriya as julie jenkins, shinsou(or y’know, whoever) as his boyfriend, that kinda stuff)

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

screw loose- cry baby (ik ik it’s iffy but it’s honestly such a good song)

share your address- ben platt (just,, him being in love and jammin out in his room is all)

invitation- ashnikko ft. kodie shane

bust your windows- jazmine sullivan

daddy issues- the neighborhood

my hair- ariana grande (i just feel like he has such soft hair y’know?)

babooshka- kate bush

last resort- papa roach (no thoughts just him fucking shreddin it on the guitar)

halloweenie(1,2&3)- ashnikko

obvious- ariana grande

vienna- specifically ben platt’s cover

copy cat- melanie martinez ft. tierra whack

higher school sweethearts- melanie martinez

34+35- ariana grande

run- will jay

love language- ariana grande

exit music (for a film)- radiohead

chiquita- ABBA

dumb blonde- avril lavigne ft. nicki minaj (cmon, it’s a given)

positions- ariana grande (the whole album just gives me denki vibes)

hell of a ride- bo burnham

juice- lizzo

daddy af- slayyyter

rock me- one direction (fucking headbanger ngl)

back to black- amy winehouse

achilles come down- gang of youths

sway with me- saweetie & GALXARA

tantrum- ashnikko

my future- billie eilish

love me like there’s no tomorrow- freddie mercury

money, money, money- ABBA

wreak havoc- skylar grey

moonlight- ariana grande

the good side- troye sivan

teenage dirtbag- wheatus

tungs- the frights

best friend- rex orange county

donttrustme- 3OH!3

lullaby- scotty sire ft. liANA

no time to die- billie eilish

cry baby- melanie martinez

coffee breath- sofia mills

lucky- jason mraz & colbie caillat

pov- ariana grande

rehab- amy winehouse

guiltless- dodie

always- P!ATD

i need control- will jay

beachboy- mccafferty

circus- britney spears

sugar-baby goth ft. wiz khalifa

angel eyes- ABBA

everybody talks- neon trees

my heart belongs to daddy- ariana grande cover

love of my life- queen

comfort crowd- conan gray

wasting time- calpurnia

won’t bite- doja cat ft. smino

when he sees me- waitress

chanel- frank ocean

dear maria, count me in- all time low

dance, dance- fall out boy

i’m breaking down- falsettos

puttin’ on the ritz- taco

this is america- childish gambino (idk why either lmao)

leave me lonely- ariana grande ft. macy gray

class fight- melanie martinez

boys like you- dodie

strawberry blonde- mistki

WHEN I WAS OLDER- billie eilish

do it all the time- I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

make the grade- jack conte

the boys are back- high school musical

new friends- maty noyes

16/04/16 (jacks song)- cavetown

gingerbread man- melanie martinez

strawberry fields forever- the beatles

i’m the middle- dodie

figured out- ashe

american idiot- green day

smithereens- twenty one pilots

noise in my head- cavetown

strawberry shortcake- melanie martinez

self control- frank ocean/cavetown cover

listen before i go- billie eilish

sick of losing soulmates- dodie

hi, it’s me- ashnikko

burned out- dodie

don’t stop me now-queen

show & tell- melanie martinez

you can put your dukes down, stringbean- teddy hyde

i love you- billie eilish

myself- bazzi

drunk with my friends- ashnikko

drama club- melanie martinez

dear- cavetown

big girl(you are beautiful)- MIKA

little boy- ashnikko

numbers- melanie martinez

apocalypse please- muse

juicy- doja cat

want to want me- jason derulo

driver’s license- olivia rodrigo(ik it’s everywhere but omg heartbroken denki-)

bottom- mccafferty

toxic- ashnikko

thank you for the music- ABBA

never shut up again- heathers(west end)

kevin- andrew rannels/joe iconis

a million men- melanie martinez(unreleased)

get well soon- ariana grande

good while it lasted- ashnikko

slipping through my fingers- ABBA

deal with it- ashnikko (feat. kelis)

training wheels- melanie martinez

fight like a girl- ashnikko

good old-fashioned lover boy- queen

IV. sweatpants- childish gambino

jason’s song- ariana grande

watcha say- jason derulo

i hate everything about you- three days grace

rant- bo burnham

cuz i love you- lizzo

honestly anything by bo burnham

L8r boi- ashnikko

piggyback- melanie martinez(unreleased)

carolina- harry styles

sugar baby- meghan thee stallion

off the goop- yung gravy, bbno$ & cuco

killer queen- queen

slumber party- ashnikko ft. princess nokia

hotel california- eagles

umbrella- rihanna ft. jay z

stand tall- childish gambino

throat baby(go baby)- BRS kash, DaBaby & city girls

like a girl- lizzo (fem denki holds so much power)

can’t remember to forget you- shakira ft. rihanna

boom boom pow- black eyed peas

grace kelly- MIKA

popular song- ariana grande & MIKA

#denki kaminari #denki #kaminari #kaminari denki #yo if you scrolled down this far heyyy #no one asked for this but y’all like it when i share my thoughts sometime sooo here you go ig #honestly i’ll probably add to this when i think of another song #bnha #mha #my hero academia

[kaitycole]

...Mystery Made Brunettes

Summary: Drake, Riley and Jackson continue talking to each other and Jackson tells them more about the diplomatic ball.

Word Count: 3300

Pairings: Drake x Riley, Constantine x Eleanor, Jackson x Bianca

Warnings: Mention of abuse (towards the very end), lying, 

Part 12 of WP. To catch up read here.

A/N: Hello, so in this Leo’s mother’s name is Liana. That’s all. Enjoy!

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**I don’t own the characters, just borrowing them**

Drake is walking around outside, trying to wrap his head around things. Over the last couple hours, Drake learned more about his parents and Liam’s than he ever really wanted to. While he knew that his parents weren’t perfect, it still hurt seeing the obvious way Jackson’s eyes lit up when he mentioned Eleanor.

His mother crosses his mind, their last conversation having been months ago, when she went off about him so much as mentioning him. He briefly wonders if maybe she’s known, did Constantine tell her? Or was it just intuition? Or had she really left them from a broken heart? Telling Liam was hard for him, he spent his whole life wanting to protect Liam, but telling his mother could prove to be nuclear.

Riley walks up behind him, “How are you?”

“I don’t know Ri.” He sits down on the stairs and she follows.

“I think Jackson is really trying hard,” she lowers her voice, “and your being hard on him.”

“I’m not being hard on purpose. I’m reacting to what I’m learning. This isn’t some rom-com , Riley.”

“I’m not acting like it is.”

“But you are. This isn’t just something that is magically going to fix itself in an hour and a half.”

She crosses her arms, “It could be though. To just start over.”

“No, it can’t, Ri. I’m relearning who Jackson is. He went from my dead dad to a living stranger.” He shakes his head, “This is bigger than just filling in some blanks and starting new memories.”

“Drake…”

“This is bigger than just him and I. It involves Liam, Olivia, Savannah, Bartie, Leo. Numerous people’s lives were shook around and impacted by a decision made by two people, one of them being in that house. I spent my whole life blaming myself for my dad’s death and I should’ve been blaming myself for ruining my friend’s lives.” He walks off, leaving Riley sitting there, watching him increase the space between them.

“He just needs a bit more time, sweetie.” Jackson says, sitting down next to her.

She wipes her eyes, cursing her hormones for being all over the place, “I didn’t have a dad, is it wrong to want him to have his?”

“Not at all, but take it from his father, he’s gotta work through some stuff first. But he’ll come around.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because he’s a Walker. Walkers always look after their own.”

Riley wants to ask him if that’s true, why’d he leave, but it’s not her place. Nor something that Jackson would probably want to tell her. At least not right now.

“I overheard Drake list some people, how are they? How’s Savannah?”

Riley is shocked to hear him say her name, this whole time never once did he ask about anyone by name. To be fair, Savannah was doing extremely well for herself: she had a son, was married and happily living in the Beaumont estate, but she knew those were things that Savannah should tell him or at least give Drake permission to tell him first.

“She’s doing extremely well. She’s really happy with everything in her life.”

“And Liam?” A mixture of guilt and regret washes over his expression. Jackson didn’t enjoy leaving his children, but he knew they were left with someone who would love them, or so he thought. But he never stopped feeling miserable over the fact that Liam and Leo in Constantine’s clutches.

“He’s been better. He’s having a really hard time with this, especially since his mother…” She doesn’t finish, she knows Jackson understands; the tears in his eyes are obvious. “But he thinks his trip here will help.”

“Trip here?”

“Yes, Liam is planning on visiting. I think there’s somethings he needs you to confirm or deny the best you can.” She gives him a smile, “He should be here in a few days.”

Jackson just nods, it was one thing to face his own son, but Liam. He wasn’t sure he could. What Liam needed wasn’t for him to sit and answer questions, he needed his mother.

Drake’s footsteps pull Jackson from his thoughts and Riley stands up. She throws her arms arounds his neck, whispering “I’m sorry” over and over. He pulls her back slightly before kissing her and smiling, letting her know all was forgiving.

“I made a promise to Liam, the day of Eleanor’s funeral, I’d protect him. I can’t do that unless I know all the fact, so tell the what else happened at this ball.”

*          * “Your husband is one of the best officers at the palace. You should be proud.” Constantine says to Bianca.

“Thank you for saying such kind words, sir.” Bianca smiles at the King. After the King had addressed the room, everyone gathered in the middle of the ballroom and began to make their rounds. To be honest, Bianca was completely lost at who to talk to and in what way to address anyone, but her husband on the other hand shined, which shocked her because he hated large events. If she hadn’t known better, she’d have thought he grew up a noble himself.

“And who would this lovely woman be?” A male voice asks Constantine.

“This is Office Walker’s wife, Bianca Walker.”

Bianca attempts to dip into a low curtsey but trips on her own foot and the man quickly catches her before she falls. Her face is completely red and she refuses to look up at him.

“They used to say I could knock any woman off her feet, glad to see it’s still true.”

“You truly are something else, Duke Barthelemy.”

Bianca immediately curtseys again, “I’m sorry for the mishap, Your Grace.”

“I assure you, there’s no need for apologizes.” He extends his arm, “May I have this dance?”

Bianca looks around for Jackson but cannot find him before Constantine picks up on her hesitation.

“Enjoy the night, Mrs. Walker.”

Barthelemy escorts Bianca onto the dance floor and he starts leading her into the Cordonian Waltz. She quickly fell in sync with the Duke which he noticed.

“You’re a natural.”

“Thank you.”

“I was surprised to hear a guardsman would be attending such a diplomatic ball, but when I arrived and started hearing the rumors, it all made sense.” He twirls her around and pulls her back into him before spinning her back out.

“I’m not sure I know what you are referring to, Your Grace. What rumors?”

He leans closer to her, his lips brush against her ear, “The ones about the guardsman who is engaging in an inappropriate relationship with the Queen.”

Bianca lets out a gasp before composing herself and Barthelemy takes a step back, a slight smirk on his face. He watches as her eyes scan the room, finally landing on the Queen who is standing extremely close to Jackson.

“But I’m sure they are just rumors. Maids love gossiping after all.” He bows as she curtseys, ending the dance between them before Bianca rushes off to get some air.

*          * “Bianca? What are you doing out here?” Jackson asks, finally finding his wife out near the old hedge maze.

“I just needed some air.”

“Have you-- were you crying?”

“What do you care?” She scoffs, wiping her eyes once more.

“I’m your husband, it’s my job to care.”

“Why were we invited tonight?”

He’d been with Bianca for years, but he still couldn’t always keep up with her mental track. “What? You were there when Timothy brought the invitation.”

“But why? You’re just a guard.”

“I still don’t fully understand myself. But I’m sure Queen Eleanor had a reason and King Constantine agreed.”

“It doesn’t have anything to do with your relationship with Queen Eleanor?”

Jackson takes a step back, shaking his head, “What are you talking about?”

“Just tell me the truth, Jack.”

“I am! I have no idea why we were invited.”

“Are you sleeping with her?”

Jackson quickly yanked his wife off the bench and pulls her away from the ears of the guards stationed outside.

“Get off me!” She pulls her arm away.

“What the hell is your problem!? I could be charged with treason and so could Queen Eleanor!”

“That doesn’t answer the question.”

“No, I am not! How dare you even think that!”

“Then what are you doing that’s stirred up rumors?”

“Maids talk. Servants talk. Guards talk. Despite the romanced vision of the Crown, days tend to be long and boring so rumors sprout up daily.”

“That doesn’t explain why you were invited tonight.” Bianca crosses her arms, acting as though she’s about to catch him in a lie.

Jackson takes a step closer, lowering his voice, “It’s for my job.” He then explains to her that nobles keep tight-lipped around those in uniform, however with him and a few other guards dressed up, they could potentially hear things the monarchy should know. Especially with the formations of rebellions increasing within the last few months. Queen Eleanor had recommended him to be one of the guards used.

Her face falls, feeling foolish for even giving the rumors any attention, “I’m sorry. Just with how you’ve been acting lately, the rumor almost felt like it connected all the dots.”

“I get it. I could never do something like that though.” The lie slips off Jackson’s lips effortlessly. While he wasn’t lying about not having a physical affair with the Queen, he was lying about not having any affair with the Queen; they were having an emotional one. And given the chance, Jackson wasn’t sure he’d make a moral one.

“Not only that, but I know you’d never betray your country. It’s one of the things I love most about you: your honor.”

A normal man might have felt guilt at those words. Guilt at the words his wife just said. Honor was something a man in his position should hold himself to yet Jackson didn’t. While he heard the words she said, understood the meaning they held, his attention was focused on the elegant blonde making her way towards them.

“Your Majesty.” Jackson bows as Bianca dips into a low curtsy.

“Officer Walker. Mrs. Walker.”

“Oh please, Jackson and Bianca are perfectly fine.” She hesitates, “This is a lovely courtyard.”

“Thank you. Although I’ve always wondered what a garden would look like here instead.”

“A garden would be lovely.”

“Bianca, I was wondering if I could borrow Jackson for a moment.” Eleanor smiles her signature smile, the one that made it impossible to say no to.

“Oh. Of course. I’ll head back inside, I’m parched.”

Jackson watches his wife until she’s back inside before turning his attention to the Queen, “May I speak freely?”

“Of course.”

“Why’d you invite me tonight?”

She doesn’t answer right away, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the few guests within earshot, “I thought Constantine told you.”

“I don’t believe that’s the only reason I’m here.” Jackson had told his wife the truth about being on duty in common clothes to see if anyone had loose lips, but him being picked never made sense. There were guards that were on the payroll for this exact event, yet he was chosen over them.

He watches her chew on her bottom lip, deep in thought, “For this, Jackson.”

“El, I’m serious.”

“As am I. If you were in uniform, I couldn’t speak to my husband’s guard so freely. But it simply looks as if I’m talking to any other guest.” She knows it’s wrong to abuse her position this way, to stand here flirting with a married man whose wife was mere feet away, but she doesn’t care. The way she feels about and around Jackson is something she can’t explain. Her marriage wasn’t entirely loveless, but she knows and always has that she doesn’t hold a candle to Leo’s mother in Constantine’s eyes. Tears fill her eyes, “Forgive me if I just wanted to be with you in public, that I hate sneaking around in the dark with you.”

Jackson knows exactly how she felt, he felt it too. He looks around, placing a hand on her cheek before he pulls her into his chest; pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. He longed for her to be in his arms like this, in the open, making it feel as if it wasn’t as dirty as it was. Sneaking around once a week, to a forgotten study where they tried to condense their weeks into just a few stolen moments.

They embrace one another for several moments before reality weighs down and Jackson remembers what Bianca told him.

“El, there’s a rumor.”

“What?” She pulls back and searches his face for clarity as she listens to him repeat what he heard.

In his whole career, he’s never once seen Eleanor as furious as she was in this moment. He didn’t think she could look more beautiful than she did, but seeing her like this proved him wrong; this was a different type of beauty.

He chases after her as she storms into the ballroom. He watches as she scans the room for Barthelemy Beaumont before finding him.

“El- your majesty. I think you should calm down.”

“Did you just tell me to calm down?” She spits through gritted teeth.

“No ma’am.”

“Lying to the Queen is an act of treason, Office Walker.” Her tone was stone cold, reminding his of Constantine and he knew to back down.

The space between Barthelemy and Eleanor shrunk the faster she walks and before long, she’s at his heels.

“Your Maj-“

“How dare you!” She shouts; the entire ballroom silences, all eyes on the Queen and Duke of Ramsford.

“What are –“

“You think you can come into my palace and spread heinous lies.”

By this time, Constantine is at Eleanor’s side, face completely masked in confusion. “Sweetie, let’s discuss this in private,” he says calmly as he gets closer to her side.

“Here is fine!” She protests.

Constantine, while wearing his diplomatic smile, discreetly grabs her arms tightly, causing her to wince. He had no idea why his wife was upset, but he refused for the courts to witness such a spectacle.

“Barthelemy, would you please join my wife and I in my study. I’m sure you’ll agree it’d be best.” The King’s words were icy, while they seemed like a request, anyone close to the royal circle could tell they were a demand. One to not be refused.

“Of course, your majesty.”

*          * Constantine leads the way to his study, Barthelemy and Eleanor behind him, but at a decent distance. Barthelemy leans close to Eleanor’s side, his voice low enough to where only should could hear him.

“I’m surprised at how calm you are about all of this.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about Duke Barthelemy.” She keeps her eyes forward, refusing to show any emotion to the Duke.

“It’s just you know how his majesty prefers action to questions, we all know how he handled the rumors that spun around after Queen Liana left.”

Eleanor remembers exactly what he’s referring to. When Liana first left, Constantine wouldn’t allow anyone to speak ill of her. He refused to let false rumors spread, even though he was in pain from her leaving. It was only a few days after her disappearance that Constantine began prosecuting anyone found speaking wrongly of Queen Liana, many say that was the day his heart finally turned to ice.

He leans close to Eleanor’s ear again, just as they get ready to walk into Constantine’s study, “Do you want to risk your lover’s safety?”

She freezes as he brushes pass her and into the room. She’s never been one to back down, but she knew the Duke wasn’t telling her anything that wasn’t true. Constantine would stop listening when he heard the rumor instead of hearing out all the facts. She had to think about how to handle this now that she calmed down.

The guards shut the door after she walks in, closing the three of them in the study.

“Now, Eleanor, would you care to tell me why you decided to cause a scene?”

“Yes, your majesty, what is it you were trying to accuse me of?” Barthelemy smirks at her; he truly enjoyed watching her squirm.

Eleanor knows if she doesn’t tell Constantine the truth, Barthelemy will use that against her, blackmail her with it; if she tells her husband the truth, she risks not only Jackson’s safety, but his family’s as well.

“He was telling people that Liam would be a weak ruler due to his friendship with Olivia.”

The Duke looks at Eleanor, raising his eye brow and giving a subtle nod; letting her know that he was impressed with her move and was willing to go with it. Constantine’s expression remains stoic, pressing his finger and thumb on the bridge of his nose. He really wished his wife would learn that emotions have no place in the monarchy; causing a scene like she did was uncalled for.

“Is that true, Barthelemy?”

“You have to understand where Ramsford is coming from. The Nevrakis’ plotted to overthrow the monarchy and you allow one into palace, befriending and getting close to one of the princes. It’s bad enough you allow Prince Liam to associate so closely with that Walker boy.”

Eleanor cuts her eyes to the Duke, who enjoys her reaction.

“I see. I’m sure you’re aware just how damning rumors can be, especially if they were to start about how the youngest Beaumont fell out of favor with Prince Liam.” Constantine takes a step closer to Barthelemy, “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

The Duke nods, “Yes, your majesty.” He bows before Constantine and Eleanor before excusing himself from the room.

Eleanor turns to leave but is stopped, “Did you really think that a rumor about Liam really warranted such a scene?”

When Eleanor married Constantine, she knew he was only choosing to marry for one reason: produce another heir. Having just one caused unease within the country, history made it very clear that a King was to always produce at least two.

“He’s still a prince, Constantine.”

“But he’s not the Crown Prince, sweetheart, it’d do you best to remember that.”

She shakes her head before mumbling, “Who is to say Leo won’t run off like this mother.”

The next few events happen so quickly that it’s not until Constantine’s hand comes in contact with her cheek that a stunned Eleanor comprehends what happened. She immediately clutches her reddened cheek as tears begin to pool in her eyes.

He shakes his hand out as if that will undo his actions and remove the stinging sensation from his palm. He watches her, mouth slightly agape, looking at him as if he was no more than a stranger to her. And maybe he was, there was a time that he opened up to her, but it was just shortly after their wedding that he stopped. There were parts of him that he didn’t want to show anyone ever again because the last person that he showed, left him. But in this moment, her blatant disregard for Liana or Leo’s capabilities, the worst was brought out in him.

“Don’t speak of things you don’t understand, Eleanor.”

Her tight-lipped expression tells him everything he needs to know about her current state and as she slowly gains back her composure. She walks towards the door, only to have him grab her arm.

“I’ll tell everyone that you weren’t feeling well. That you were sorry to just leave but you wanted to rest.”

His grip got tighter on her arm before she finally let out a deep breath, “I’m feeling slightly lightheaded,  if you’ll excuse me.”

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