#midnights with Cilly

[hello-god-its-me-sara]

Cilly doing whatever the fuck he wants is such a vibe

#good for him #cillian murphy #bbc radio 6 music #midnights with Cilly #omg guys it’s right after Batman day #Twitter

[yostresswritinggirl]

Call me a tryhard but if I know I can get that last star in the abyss believe me I'll try over and over until I get it-

Which is what I just did

I lucked out today with 2 crit buff cards-

OCD or tryhardiness strikes again! Congrats on your 36 star abyss run! Here's your grand prize for a job well done *pushes you into Kaeya's boob window*

#cilly #exile.goblet #it's past midnight it is unhinged mother time

[chayscribbles]

EDIT: holy shit okay those slots filled up WAY faster than anticipated so i'm gonna be closing this now 😅 but don't worry, there are still two more books in this series (and potentially other wips) i'll need beta readers for! (note to self: make an application process next time.)

ANDROMEDA ROGUE ☆ beta reader call!

bonjour hi! having finally finished the second draft of this novel, i have reached the point where i might self-implode if i look at it any longer by myself and need a fresh set of eyes and brains to help me out. which means it is time to summon the beta readers!

☆ WHAT IN THE GALAXY IS ANDROMEDA ROGUE?

Andromeda Rogue is the first book in a planned queer, new adult space fantasy trilogy that i have been working on for way too long and want to self-publish... eventually. here's the summary:

Over twenty years after an interplanetary war fought over a plant with extraordinary properties–used both for healing and destruction–ended with the signing of the Neo-Interplanetary Alliance Treaty, six planet nations live in relative peace under the supervision of the Alliance Council. On the planet of Sayntagnesia, a brilliant young aspiring xenobotanist, Petra, snags her very first gig with the Alliance-sponsored Interplanetary Environmental Research Association: leading a small expedition to the less explored corners of the sector to search for a special plant. However, she finds herself at the head of a mismatched, unqualified team, with down-on-his-luck criminal Finneas reluctantly serving as the pilot; the rebellious daughter of an Alliance councilor, Azami; and Petra’s own clingy younger sibling Valyan stepping in as a last minute replacement. As Petra struggles to make the best of what she is given and fulfill her duties to the IERA, it soon becomes clear that there may be more to this expedition than simple research, and she, as well as the rest of the team, must set aside differences and personal convictions to get to the truth–and stop a growing threat to the Alliance’s era of peace.

you can find out more about it in the intro post here!

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word count: 85.7K, or about a 200-page google document

deadline: August 4th 2023 at midnight EST (but if anything comes up and you need a few extra days or think you might not be able to commit after all, just let me know in advance, i promise i won’t be mad!)

trigger warnings: mentions of war, mentions of death, some mild violence and use of weapons, brief allusions to/mentions of drugs and sex (but nothing explicit), some pretty shitty familial relationships (particularly from a father and a brother), anxiety attacks

if you're interested, DM me! i will send you a link to the draft in a google document that you can litter with comments to your heart's desire. there is also a google form where you can send me general feedback.

at the moment i am mostly looking for feedback on plot, characters, pacing, and worldbuilding, but i'm open to comments about style, syntax, and grammar, so keep that in mind as you read.

i'm aiming for about 10 readers! first come first served (and a few people have already showed interest) so get a spot while they're hot!

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[thegreatobsesso]

Personal fandom holiday time!!!

December 27 is the day Callie killed Peter, and the same day 12 years that shit goes down in a fashion that kicks off the final stretch of the whole story. :) :) :)

So in honor of that, here's a bit!

Callie POV

Callie was wearing impractical shoes because she was excited.  Sure, she might break an ankle trudging out into the pitch-black woods in three-inch heels, where roots the size of wolves lurked beneath the ice, but she might not. And she’d sure as hell look good either way.  And that wasn’t all. Just before she left her room she noticed Peter’s sweater in a ball on the floor near the closet, and she giggled. Never even gave it back. What an ingrate.  She slipped it on as an inside joke with herself, because Peter wouldn’t see it under her coat. Wielding Peter’s power wearing Peter’s sweater. Funny.  “When are you gonna tell me what we’re doing out here?”  She clung to his coat, allowing him to support her as the canopy of evergreens began blotting out the grey midnight sky. It began to snow in earnest now, like their globe got shaken.  “I have something I wanna show you, but it’s secret,” she said. “You know there’s layers and layers of detection wards all over the castle, totally invisible, right? What I have here, it might set ‘em off, that’s why we need to be way outside the castle walls.”  She could just imagine what she could barely see - him, shaking his head at her in the darkness. “You’re a lunatic.”  “Yeah, but do you like it?”  Crunch, crunch went his boots. “Jury’s still out,” he said, but she could hear the smile in it. The way he’d put up with anything if she was the one doing the asking.  Maybe he was even excited to break the rules for once: Sweet Peter.  They reached the tiny glade where she’d spent hours this winter practicing for this moment. She didn’t even dare hang lights this time. The moment was too fragile, too momentous for any unnecessary risks. She reached down into her shirt, facing him and his expectant eyes as his warm breath swirled in between them.  She unsheathed the blade.  “I see,” he said. “And I’m guessing this is more than just some knife?”  “It’s an orblex.”  His eyes widened. “Callie, these are illegal.”  “So’s drinking, you’re only twenty. Who cares. Sit down,” she said, making the motion herself without taking her eyes off him. “Gimme your hands.”  “What are you gonna do?”  They sat so close together they formed a little wall with their knees, and she wasn’t deliberately casting anything to see by but all the same, the build-up of her desire was coaxing the orblex open before she even meant to begin. It glowed already, its shifting hues casting Peter’s face in stained-glass light.  “I’m gonna show you what it’s like to fly.” 

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[cwritesfiction]

Writing habits tag

Thank you @words-after-midnight

Tagging, if you’re interested, @kaiusvnoir @cilly-the-writer @bardicbeetle

RULES: Bold/color the things that you relate to and then tag some people to play.

I write: daily | most days | a few times a week | a few times a month | random

I write most often: when I first get up | later in the morning | afternoon | evening | the wee hours of the night | whenever

In one sitting, I tend to write: a few sentences at a time | a few hundred words | a few thousand words | a complete chapter/section no matter how long | an outline | whatever comes

I tend to write scenes: in chronological order with no skipping | mostly in order but with some filler/skipping | whatever scene I feel like | who knows what’s gonna come out

The things that comes easiest to me are: dialogue | description of senses | description of action | description of characters | exposition | other 

I tend to write: on a phone | on a laptop | in a notebook | on whatever paper I can find | with speech to text | in the blood of my enemies | it doesn’t really matter to me | on paper first and then typed up | old school typewriter | on a computer (wait blood of our enemies is an option?)

When I take a break from writing, it usually lasts: a few days | a few weeks | a few months | it’s kind of random

My favorite thing to do when I’m on a writing break is: recharge with other creative hobbies | read/consume other media | do something physical | catch up with old friends | work on my WIP in other ways like with playlists or art | other 

In general, I think my writing habits are: pretty much what I need them to be | okay, but I’m working on making them better | non-existent | not great | i’m excited to develop them further | totally random | perfect for me

#tag game #unfun fact: i am CONSIDERABLY more productive when i can write during the day #but i almost always have to write during the evenings because of that full time job life #RIP

[queenshelby]

Roommates – Part Twelve

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 3,534

Warning: Angst, Pregnancy, Smut

Note: This plays in 2020. It’s all fiction and not based on Cillian’s real life and family. 

When you read through Laura’s text messages, you weren’t sure what to make of it. Did she lie about the pregnancy, you wondered? You couldn’t be sure with the little evidence you had and, therefore, decided not approach this issue with Cillian just yet.

You wanted to find out more and then talk to Laura first before you jumped to any conclusions and you knew that this difficult quest had to wait until tomorrow.

Tonight, you wanted to enjoy the time with your sister who you hadn’t seen in person for quite some time and, whilst you were happy that she has visited you, you wouldn’t have minded some alone time with Cillian either.

Strangely, when Cillian was away in the UK, you missed him and it wasn’t only the sex you missed. It was his entire presence and simply curling up in his arms in the middle of the night.

You were no longer sleeping in separate bedrooms and the thought of sleeping on your own tonight while Cillian was upstairs bothered you. You knew that it shouldn’t. After all, you were just friends with some benefits, or were you something else?

***

At around midnight, after lots of laughter and conversation and several glasses of wine, your sister decided that it was time for bed and Cillian had already disappeared twenty minutes before she did.

She was staying in one of the guest rooms upstairs and you were grateful that Cillian had a large house so that each of you had your own space.

Craving more intimacy, when you went to your bedroom, you texted Cillian to see whether he was still up and, of course, he was. As usual, he was reading a book before going to sleep but reading wasn’t what you were interested in that night after he had just been away for three nights.

Without responding to his text message in which he informed you that he was still awake, you tippy toed upstairs, wearing nothing but your panties and a t-shirt.

When you stepped into his bedroom quietly without bothering to knock, your eyes immediately locked with him as he sat there on his bed reading in the dim lighted room.

‘What are you doing here? Your sister is in the next room’ Cillian reminded you but, instead of responding to his comment, you yanked off your t-shirt and climbed onto the bed with him.

‘I don’t care…despite, it’s my birthday’ you eventually informed him as your heart fluttered with anticipation of what was to come.

Your hands rubbed slowly across your body to perk his interest, but your own subtle contact with your breasts and clit through your lingerie aroused you as well.

‘How can I say no to you when you do this, hmm?’ Cillian asked, putting down his reading glasses and book as he starred at you in awe at those irresistible beasts.

You wanted him and you craved him, more than you had wanted and craved anyone before. With your eyes locked on his, you eased forward towards him, kissed him and bit him lustfully on the lips. His taste and smell were as intoxicating as usual.

‘Will you be a good girl and be really quiet for me?’ Cillian asked and you nodded

You reached for the edge of his shirt, eased it up slightly and kissed his torso and abs. His light complexion contrasted against your slightly darker skin and it heightened your arousal even more. There was something about his freckled skin you adored and considered incredibly sexy.

You finished taking off his shirt, rubbing your hands across his pecs and biceps, pleading without using words to be taken by him and made into the object of his affection.

‘You are beautiful’ Cillian said before he kissing you gently and you were surprised to hear this coming from him. It was the first time he had said anything like this to you. Perhaps it was the alcohol talking.

You felt yourself getting wet again as he ran his hand down the side of your face, then to your neck, down your ribs and across your breasts. His touch felt amazing and after rolling around on the bed together, sharing passionate kisses, you found yourself sitting on the edge of his king-size bed.

‘I am aching for you Cillian’ you huffed out as you grabbed hold of his briefs and, luckily for you, there's not much material blocking your access to his goods. His cock flops out of his briefs in an instant and was already rock hard and ready for you.

‘I am always fucking aching for you as you can probably tell’ Cillian chuckled, looking down on himself as the saliva in your mouth began to increase. You loved sucking him, taking him into your mouth and making him moan.

‘In fact, I never had sex quite as good as with you Y/N. You drive me fucking crazy’ Cillian then admitted and, with a sly, sexy grin, you eagerly slid both of your hands around his shaft and began to slowly thrust and shuffle back and forth.

‘Oh common Cilly, you had a fair few women in your life’ you said, your eyes locked on his.

‘Just a few, but none like you’ he then said just as you eased your tongue and lips forward.

A loud groan soon followed what he had said as you seductively kissed and licked your way up his long member from the base to the head. When you reached the pinnacle, you swirled it around with your tongue and sealed your lips around it.

‘God you are so fucking good at this’ Cillian groaned as, after just several small repetitions down his cock, you've taken him all the way into the back of your throat. You gagged a little but kept going, despite your eyes watering and saliva overflowing out of your mouth. The extreme wetness just made it a more pleasurable experience for the both of you.

‘That’s it, all take it all the way, fuck’ Cillian groaned again as you eased off the bed and dropped to your knees in front of him to get a better angle for his deep penetration.

‘So fucking sexy, with your pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock’ he observed as, eventually, Cillian grabbed the back of your head and held you down on him deeper and longer with each thrust into your pretty little mouth.

You were dripping wet by now, enjoying when he talked to you like this and became all dominant over you and, after what seems like half an hour of sucking his cock, he grabbed you by your lower jaw, lifted you up off the floor and softly lay you face up on the bed.

‘Now let’s see how wet you are for me’ Cillian smirked as he reached out and slid his hands across your legs to just below your pussy, then back down again slowly. Then, he slid his nose and tongue across your soaked glistening thong and proceeded up your stomach.

‘Don’t you tease me again like this Cillian’ you huffed out before you got lost in his attention to detail, the feel of his tongue and lips on your skin.

‘Patience Love, patience’ he smirked as he eased up to your neck, licking and kissing slowly up to and inside your ears.

‘Cillian, please I need you’ you whispered as you leaned into him and moaned desperately. He then kissed you passionately on the lips for what seemed like an eternity, your tongues intertwined in an oral sex dance.

With his eyes locked on yours, he eased back down and massaged your breasts in such an erotic way that your heart skipped a beat. His tongue, wet kisses and love bites on your engorged tits added to an even higher arousal. Clearly, he knew how to work his lips and tongue in the most intimate and passionate way.

‘You smell so good Y/N, so damn sweet’ Cillian whispered as he neared your sweet spot and licked you clean around the edges of your drenched thong.

‘Oh god Cillian’ you moaned a little too loudly as his tongue slipped to your inner thighs near your pussy, and he licked and kissed every inch.

‘Ssh’ Cillian reminded you as his fingers slid beneath the edges of your thin garment and he began to slide it off.

‘I love licking your sweet little pussy Y/N’ he smiled as he saw your swollen clit awaiting the arrival of his sinister tongue.

You raised your back off the bed, rare your head back and let out a submissive moan as he made initial contact with your lips, licking and swallowing your sexual juices. He methodically worked his way up and down, kissing and licking, ending each repetition by annihilating your clit in a series of targeted assaults.

‘Oh my god Cillian, fuck, yes, right there’ you basically screamed as soon as you were coming on his tongue, convulsing at the rock-hard orgasm that he just sent through your body. This happened over and over and, by the time he was done, you were already exhausted.

His oral skills never seemed to amaze you and he fully awakened your inner urge to orgasm over and over again.

‘If your sister didn’t hear you just then, I think she might be deaf’ Cillian chuckled, wiping your juices of his mouth with a satisfied grin.

‘I guess I have some explaining to do tomorrow’ you giggled before you sat up and grabbed his pulsing shaft.

‘Will she keep this to herself?’ Cillian then asked concerned and you nodded before you guided his cock head up to the entrance of your swollen, dripping honey hole, and eased him in to get him started.

‘God, you feel so good. I just love being inside of you’ Cillian groaned as he began his initial push into you.

‘Fuck me Cillian, oh god just fucking take me’ you moaned as he bottomed out in you that first time and your inner muscles latched down around his shaft, moaning in pleasure and amazement of what you're just beginning to experience.

‘You are taking me so well, even after I fucked you twice earlier this evening’ Cillian praised you and the truth was, you were sore, but wanted him nonetheless.

‘You just want it continuously, don’t you? Such a naughty girl’ he the groaned as he continued to thrust deep into your pussy as you leaned back and raised your legs higher, giving him more access to your treasures.

‘I do Cillian, fuck, I always want you to fuck me’ you moaned as you both had developed a rhythm now, and he was able to drive deep into you regularly. You shuddered each time he bottomed out, and your legs locked upward and shook uncontrollably.

‘I can tell Love, so fucking needy and horny all the time. I am one lucky man’ Cillian groaned, running his fingers in between your ass cheeks before he rolled you over on your stomach with the plan to slide up on top of and into you. But unexpected to him, the vixen in you chose to raise up on all fours, practically begging him to take you doggy style.

‘Yes Cillian, oh god fuck yes’ you moaned as he slid back into you and you groaned and almost immediately orgasmed again as he bottoms out at this new angle.

He grabbed a handful of your beautiful hair, twisted it in his hand, and pulled back, arching your head and neck upward. You peered back at him with a wanting grin in acceptance and moaned his name seductively.

‘That’s it, let me take you and fuck you hard’ Cillian groaned as the slapping sound of his torso against your plump, toned ass turned you both on incredibly, and you began to beg him to have his way with you.

‘Just fuck me, I am yours, fucking take me Cillian’ you moaned as he reached up and pushed your head and upper back to the bed. You heartily complied, loving that he wanted to take you face down ass up. He had a clear angle to assault your pussy now, and you're out of your mind horny. You screamed for him over and over to pound you and he loved it.

It was your turn to take the reins now. He stopped thrusting into you as he felt you lean back against him and begin to grind away on his shaft. Your perfect hips and booty moved in an almost hypnotizing motion and it was a visual wonder to him.

You eventually slid off of him, pushed him over on his back and then lowered yourself back down on him. As you bottomed out you were sent into yet another rocking orgasm, causing your eyes to roll back in your head as if in a state of euphoria. The feeling of his cock inside you was simple more than you were able to handle.

‘Jesus Y/N, you are so fucking sexy riding my cock like this’ Cillian groaned as you began to ride him like a wild animal, a true woman set loose into sexual freedom.

‘Cillian, fuck you feel so good. I want you so fucking bad’ you moaned as you leaned back at just the right angle and he moaned with excitement. This was your wheelhouse, your position of choice, and coupled with your eyes being locked on your best friend lying beneath you, allowing you to take control, you've somehow found the stamina to screw him like this all night.

‘So fucking beautiful’ Cillian observed in a low grunting voice and you began to feel him getting harder. You knew he was getting close.

He lifted you up a bit, raised his hips and legs and began to thrust hard into your weary pussy. You leaned forward, grabbed onto his chest and he held you tight. What a feeling it was being securely held in the arms of this man you’ve known for so long.

‘Cum inside me Cillian, let me feel it all’ you moaned as you could feel the tightening of his shaft and knew that it was time.

‘Fuck Y/N’ Cillian huffed out with a deep, guttural growl and a deep exhale.

The instinctive twitch of his cock and cinched balls, along with the warm sensation of his juices flooding into your depths brought a big smile and glow to your face.

You could feel buckets of thick, rich cum spurting into you and this sensation sent you over the edge one more time.

You moaned, screamed and shivered all at the same time as you rode out your high. There was something about Cillian cuming inside you which turned you on a lot.

‘Jesus Y/N’ Cillian huffed out, watching you in a trance as your movements slowed down. He was mesmerised by you. ‘I love…’ he huffed out, still breathing heavily but not finishing what all so accidently was about to slip from his lips.

‘You love what?’ you barely managed to ask as you looked at him with wide eyes as he was still inside you.

‘I love being inside you’ he eventually said after collecting his thoughts and easing his cock out of you.

‘And I love when you are’ you giggled as you rolled off of him and lay there in a time of silent reflection and recuperation. You gazed down at the gaping hole spectacle he's left in your pussy and some of him was beginning to ooze back out of you now and you marvel at the volume.

‘I can’t believe there is still that much left after earlier’ you observed, biting your lip just as you slid your fingers through your glistening collective juices and took your fingers to your mouth.

You cleaned them off and then instinctively leaned over and began to clean him orally.

‘Fuck, Y/N, this is going to be a long night if you keep this up’ Cillian chuckled as you caught him off guard, and your mouth massage turned into a satiating blow job, and turned you both back on initially.

But the sensation was more than he could handle after this initial 90-minute marathon with you, and he pulled you off of him. Both of your lips met in an exhaustive, contemplative long kiss until he was ready.

‘I need to be inside you’ Cillian groaned and your eyes widened. You expected to give him head, allow him to relax, but you didn’t expect him to be wanting to go all the way again so quickly.    

‘It’s 2am Cillian’ you huffed out but, before you could protest, you found yourself pinned beneath him.

‘I told you, it will be a long night’ Cillian then smirked and you immediately pulled him in for a kiss wile he entered you once again.

***

It was 8 o’clock in the morning and you were woken by the raddling of the coffee machine which, apparently, your sister had no idea how to use.

The thought of a freshly brewed coffee however excited you and, with Cillian still fast asleep, you untangled from his arms and sneaked downstairs quietly.

‘Well, good morning’ your sister greeted you with a wide grin as she was still trying to work out the coffee machine.

You fell asleep at 4 o’clock and were tired to say the least. Nonetheless, you managed to get the coffee machine going and made both of you a nice cup of coffee.

‘You look extremely tired by which, I must say, I am not really surprised’ your sister then chuckled causing you to simply smile with some embarrassment.

‘Oh Cillian’ she then went on to say, pretending to let out a fake moan in order to tease you and your cheeks immediately began to turn red.

‘Stop it’ you huffed out abut she continued to repeat everything she had heard the night before. Every filthy thing that left your lips and your embarrassment grew with everything she said.

‘You both are so fucking filthy it’s almost disgusting. But then again, I admit that I am a little jealous. I never fucked for four hours straight. Remind me to get earplugs the next time I stay over’ she eventually said after agreeing to no longer mock you about it. But this didn’t mean that she didn’t want to ask you about how you got involved with each other after 12 years.

‘I suppose we are both single, living together in and out of lockdown…you know we both have needs and we trust each other…so why not, right?’ you shuddered along, not making much sense. ‘It just happened. It’s no big deal’ you then quickly added.

‘So, no strings attached?’ your sister then asked and you shook your head.

‘No strings attached and I would appreciate if you could keep this a secret please’ you explained and, of course, your sister agreed.

‘Laura would fucking kill you if she knew, you know that right?’ your sister then said and, just when you were going to ask her something about Laura, Cillian came walking downstairs.

‘Had a good night Cilly?’ your sister asked after he wished you both a happy birthday.

‘It’s alright, you don’t need to answer this. She knows’ you chuckled and, whilst Cillian already assumed this to be the case, he Cillian didn’t show any affection towards you in the presence of your sister.

‘I think the whole neighbourhood does after last night. My neighbour left me a couple of messages on my phone enquiring about your wellbeing’ Cillian said amused and, just as he did, the doorbell rang.

***

‘Good Morning Mrs O’Connell’ Cillian said as his 70 year old neighbour stood in front of his door.

‘I just came over to check if your lovely friend was alright. I thought she may have been hurt last night’ she said, concerned about the sounds and screams she had heard during the night.

‘She is perfectly fine. She just gets carried away sometimes’ Cillian smirked and when the elderly lady looked through the door and saw you and your sister sit in the kitchen, she couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows.

‘Uhm, I didn’t realise that this may have been intentional. I am so sorry’ she said, staring through the door slit again which, this time around, Cillian noticed.

‘Just for the record, this is not what it looks like’ he said somewhat embarrassed but his elderly neighbour simply chuckled and nodded.

‘It’s okay young man, your secret is safe with me’ she said before wishing him a pleasant day.

‘What was this all about?’ you asked as Cillian walked into the kitchen and wished you both a happy birthday.

‘I think Mrs O’Connell thinks we had a threeway last night’ Cillian laughed and your sister couldn’t help but respond with a simple ‘hmm’.

‘Don’t even think about it’ you said harshly, looking at Cillian and your sister.

‘Trust me Y/N, I am not going down this route again and, if your sister is as insatiable as you are, I am not going to be able to handle it’ Cillian said bluntly, causing you both to laugh.

***

The fact that Mrs O’Connell had left Cillian several messages throughout the night prompted you to walk to your room and check your phone as well.

You weren’t surprised to see several text messages already, wishing you a happy birthday and there was one in particular that stuck out to you. 

The text message was from Laura.

‘Happy Birthday from the both of us!’ it said and contained a ultrasound picture.

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[soul-write]

The Royal Flush Challenge - Week 1/Ace: World Building 1/7

In Zerryu, due to me wanting this, gigantism is a thing. A lot of plants are affected by it, creating often isolated megafauna. It's said that the very first forest created is one with giant trees and other plants. When it comes to animals, mammals are the least likely to get giant. Most likely are insects and arachnids. They get about twice or three times their normal size. Which is really scary if you ask me. People call giant insects and arachnids "dark fire insects".

"Did you hear that?" She said looking around quickly.

"Hear what?" Just as he finished talking the sound was heard again, coming closer. It sounded like feet only more and louder.

"Could it be-"

"We're leaving. Right now." He said in a serious tone. You could see fear on both their faces.

"No need to tell me twice. I don't want to meet any dark fire insect!!"

What about birds? Well birds are again, not very likely to be giant but one very noticeable example are giant geese. How giant? Well about 1.2m on average with some specimens going up to 1.5m.

Fortunately for you if you ever visit the world of Zerryu, they live on an isolated island. Unfortunately for you, they are sometimes are animals for protection by filthy rich people.

"What is that?!" He said slightly terrified. In front of him stood tall a bird, almost the height of the short man.

"This beauty is Hunger. The new addiction to the master's collection." The other man said stroking the white feathers of the bird. Hunger didn't seem to like it, but the muzzle on its beak and the ropes around her wings stopped her from attacking anymore.

"You still haven't answered my question. What type of bloody creature is this?!"

"A goose from the Bloody Rocks Island. A majestic and deadly creature that much be handle with grace and a iron fist."

What about reptiles you ask? Giant snakes are the most common. They usually stop at twice their normal size but some normally small species can go up to four times their normal size.

"Meet Agnes, my new coral snow corn snake! Isn't she adorable?" They said showing off the snake that layed across their shoulders.

"Aren't corn snakes rather small? This one looks like a medium sized boa!" She asked curiously.

"They are small but the coral snow ones get really big. The merchant I bought her from said something about evolution and size increase but I didn't really understand what he was talking about."

Zerryu tag list: @stories-by-rie - @overlap - @oheoo - @moonstruck-midnight - @spellboundinks - @halfbloodlycan - @piyawrites - @eliwriterrrrrrrrrrr - @writingwithhotchocolate - @cilly-the-writer (tell me if you want to be added/removed from it)

#the royal flush challenge #week 1/ace #wip; zerryu #worldbuilding #writers of tumblr #my writing #this was a lot of fun!!!

[aziz-writes]

Drive by snippet courtesy of random midnight inspiration

Alice paced. She was furious at Crystal, honestly, they should just kill her and take the baby. The older handler opened the door and let himself in. "She's all yours. Remember, if you get her to agree--"

"I understand." Alice cut him off and took a step back at his glare. "I-I'm at your service." Her muscles seized and held her in place until the handler stepped to the side. "We have three hours."

When Alice entered Crystal's private hospital room her blood simmered all over again. What right did she have to be so lucky? She had it all but she did nothing to deserve it.

"I've seen you before." Crystal spoke slowly, evenly, trying to piece her memories together.

Alice wasn't in the mood to let her. She took a chair and straddled it. "I'm here to offer you a deal."

Crystal snapped out of her reverie and tensed up. "I told them already, I don't care how much money they offer or whether I lose the mansion. You can't have my daughter."

Alice pressed a button on her watch and traced Crystal's gaze up to the television. "Okay." Alice said. On the screen, a man in a helmet banged on a door. The camera zoomed in on the fact that he had no oxygen. As he crumpled to the ground and his body seized, Crystal raised her hand up to her chest, as if to make sure her own lungs were working.

"Remember that feeling?" Alice clicked the television off again. "What if we got rid of Kirtus? As revenge."

Crystal's voice came out in a whisper, all the venom gone as her lungs heaved at the memory of beingcut off from air so long. "It was an accident."

Alice palmed a small squirt pen and casually walked around the bed. "An accident? Like when he tried to drown you? Like the cage where he shocked you?"

When Crystal whipped her head towards Alice. "He didn't!"

"We can fix that." Alice hit her right in the face with the perfume. "Petrichor." Every emotion melted from Crystal's face.

Alice couldn't hold back a smile as she thought of princess Crystal getting all of Alice's memories of the discipline room, slightly altered to star her prince charming. Being the chosen one won't save you now, she thought.

"Swingset."

monarch taglist: (ask to be added or removed)

@cilly-the-writer      @writerofthecosmos

@keen2meecha @viawrites-andacts

  @urallwrite      @dustylovelyrun      @sure-i-can-wait-just-gimme-a-sec   @emberv   @flyingfalconflower12 @hannahs-creations

#writeblr #writeblr community #writing #amwriting #fiction writing #death of a monarch butterfly #I say random #more like I was faced with some rather unpleasant memories #so my characters had to suffer #trauma based programming #project monarch #mkultra programming #Off to disappear for another 2 to 3 business months #More permanent return will be once school ends #on December 7th

[writingonesdreams]

Character aesthetics tag game

I was looking at the previous fff prompt summer storms, cause it reminded me something terrible of Wes :D it's like so HIM okay. So then I started looking for other symbolic things and for other characters...and here goes a tag game I made out of it :)

Rules: Take your favourite characters and sum them up in aesthetics - in words, symbols, feels and images.

Wes - summer storms, bright eyes, cheerful grin, quick winks, warm heart, tattered jeans, jumping fences, old soul, running wild

Kyler - silver eyes, black coats, full coffee mug, too little sleep, colour coded to do lists, knowing looks, whispering depths, midnight drive, smoke and mirrors

Acacia - piercing sky, patterned socks, loose hair, dreamy eyes, sparkling laughter, fracturing sunshine, smell of old books, peacemaker, cascade of words

Grayson - angry glare, strong feelings, ripped jeans, combat boots, bruised knuckles, rollercoaster rides, falls alseep on the couch

Jayden - earbuds in, gloves on, disappearing randomly, tired eyes, doesn't talk much, soft inside, dark chocolate, rainy days, soothing voice, open windows

Mira - freshly baked cookies, art museum, deep eyes, meaniful looks, sipping tea, flower crowns, serious face, pastel colours, vanilla and jasmine

Casey - sunny days, scattered mind, flashing smiles, denim jackets, bold moves, messy hair, loud music, sleeping in, cares easily

Tagging: @thewalkingnerdx @stories-by-rie @mjmnorwood @cilly-the-writer @kosmosian-quills @enchanted-lightning-aes @missbrunettebarbie-writer @linariouswrites @sybil-writes + whoever wants to!

#writeblr #writeblr game #tag game #writeblr community #character aesthetics #character aesthetics game #my wip #my ocs #wip: 5th Magic

[cilliansaccent]

The Peaky Designer - Cillian Fanfic, Chapter 6

Hello, welcome back. Below is the next instalment of my fanfiction!

Leave a like or a comment if you liked it, or if I can do anything better! Please, it would mean the world and to understand if anyone is enjoying my writing. Also, sharing/reblogging would be even better.

PLEASE READ:

I will not be including Cillian’s family as it’s kinda weird since he has children lmao. Just a mention of his parents and a previous lover.

I will indicate in a chapter if there is smut in the beginning and before the actual scene!!

I will add trigger warnings if there is any!!

There is a variety of levels of swearing during a chapter, I will not hold back, everyone swears.

The timestamp for the Fic is now 2016 and onwards!! 

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Background: Gabrijela Babic is a Croatian girl from Sydney, Australia. She is born in the year 1991 on the 24th of December. She studies a Fashion degree in a University with a major in Game Design as well. Her teacher in the fashion designer class managed to nail an Internship on the set of Peaky Blinders with the shows very own Costume Designer, Allison McCosh. There, she travels to London for under a year to learn how to be one, working alongside the actors as well the man she admires, Cillian Murphy. But, her platonic feelings for the man begins to grow into something more, and she wonders whether she should pursue them or let him go for fear of her strict parents and her three older brothers…

Characters:

Swantje Paulina as Gabrijela Babic (swalina on Instagram)

Cillian Murphy

Word Count: 2,507

!!Warnings!!: Smut at the end. 

Date: March 2016

Chapter Name: It’s Only a One Night Thing

Brief Chapter Outline: Gabrijela heads out for a birthday party with Logan before it ends on a very pleasurable note... 

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From Wednesday onwards, it was crazy. She had never worked so fast nor so busy. Her work back at home she was a full-time sales assistant in a lingerie store, and it wasn't as busy like how she worked here. 

To be honest, she wasn't sure if she was cut out for this type of stressful work. She was exhausted by the afternoon, and she hadn't been able to meet with Cillian much as filming became more intense and scenes had to be adjusted or changed. 

Lunchtime began to be whenever you had the chance to stop and eat, so she had alway's prepared herself the morning coming in. Though Logan managed to catch her during her breaks and they hung out a lot, even after when the day was over she had invited him into her apartment and started on watching Supernatural. 

It was quite nice, being with Logan. They watched well into the night, and both had fallen asleep on the couch with empty bowls from the chips or popcorn she had made for them. Gabrijela felt comfortable around the man, and they didn't shy away from talking about their desires and their life achievements. 

They both had the same issues of trying to impress their strict as hell parents and their decisions on what to do with their life would be a forever damnation, according to Logan's mother and father. 

She giggled at that, and he as well. 

Came Friday evening, Gabrijela was allowed to go home early. But she wanted to find Cillian before she left to see how he was going. 

He was walking off set and she caught his arm gently, "Hi!" She smiled. 

"Hey, Gab. Long-time no sees," They moved out of the way. 

"Indeed." She laughed softly, "I wanted to see how you were going." She asked. 

"Good! Good, never better. But a tad little tired but I'm used to this." He said, pulling off his cap and tucking it into his coat's pocket. 

Another reason why she hadn't seen him much was that they had moved to another city at some point during the week, and then it wasn't any time to talk to him. 

"I see. But you're doing a fantastic job, Cillian." She nodded, eyes shining with admiration. 

"Thank you. You seem like you are going somewhere?" He asked noticing the bag. Cillian had also felt sad he hadn't been able to catch up with her much nor see her, her presence always made him feel good and happy. 

"Yeah. Allison let me off early today, said I deserved a bit of an early mark." She giggled. "I wanted to tell you that in case you got worried if I wasn't around later." 

"Oh thank you for telling me that. Appreciate it." He also appreciated her kindness and her genuine self. She had always brought him coffee in the morning, or his favourite sandwich for later in the day. It was the little things she did for him that made him like her even more. 

"But call me later, okay?" She gripped his gloved hand. 

"Always. Hey, before you go, did you want to go to dinner tomorrow maybe? Or we could go to a gig or..." He offered as he trailed off. 

She pouted, "I'd love to but I'm going to Logan's birthday tomorrow night. How about Sunday?" She asked. 

"Party? Huh, okay. Yeah, we can do Sunday then. I'll call you tomorrow again for the details." He said, "Where are you going for the party?" 

"Uh, it's somewhere near Trafalgar Square it seems. I forgot the exact place." She shrugged. 

"You be safe, hm? Don't want you getting into any trouble." He pulled her into a hug and she wrapped her arms around him. 

He was so warm and smelled so fucking good. She couldn't help but bury her face into his neck a little. "I will, I promise." She murmured, he squeezed her gently. 

They pulled away and she kissed his cheek lightly and turned to walk away. 

Cillian placed a hand on his cheek, his smile growing. This girl was rubbing off on him and he couldn't help but become worried about her. He remembered what happened last time he took her out and he wasn't to close with the Logan boy she talked about. Or did he know about his circle. 

But Cillian couldn't fret over her too much or it would seem like he was overpowering her. But he would keep an eye out on her. 

Cillian headed off to get ready for the next scene. 

Saturday Night...

Gabrijela had her hair in a high ponytail. Her chosen outfit for tonight was a black mini skirt with a black long sleeve mesh top with golden stars. She had a simple bra for it. 

She was putting make-up on when her phone rang, she pressed the answer button without looking, "Hello?" 

"Hey Gabrijela," Cillian replied. 

"Oh hi, Cilly." She felt her heart jump. It always did when she talked to him. 

"How are you?" He asked it sounded like he was driving somewhere. 

"I'm alright. Getting ready." She said as she applied her eyeliner on. 

"Oh that's right, you're going out tonight." He mused. "Excited?" 

"I guess so. It's not my first time clubbing, but a first in London." She smiled as she concentrated on putting on her fake eyelashes. 

"You sure you don't want me to come?" He kidded. 

She let out a heavy sigh, "Cillian, I'm gonna punch you when I see you next." 

"Joking! God, don't get so antsy." He mocked, but she could hear the smile in his voice. 

"It's up to you if you want to come, it doesn't bother me. But I don't know about Logan." She said casually. She kinda hoped he would come. 

"Nah. I'm gonna have a night into myself, have some red wine, listen to music and have some cheese." He said with relief. "Been a long week." 

"It has. And you deserve it. Besides, we'll have tomorrow together. I can't wait to see Bath." She said with clear enthusiasm. 

"Good. It's a beautiful town." He said, "You'll definitely love it." 

She saw a message said that Logan was walking down, "Hey I gotta go. I have to get dressed." She said as she added finishing touches to her face. 

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow, have fun." He said and hung up. 

Gabrijela changed into her outfit, sprayed on her favourite Tommy Girl perfume and pulled up her thigh high heeled boots. 

She grabbed her jacket and her sparkly bag and headed down when Logan called her he was here. 

Logan was dressed in a casual but nice outfit, black jeans and a tucked-in blue with a mixture of a green, red and white floral patterned shirt. His black hair was combed back and curled at the nape of his neck. 

He whistled when he saw Gabrijela, "Wow." He said as they embraced, "You are so fucking gorgeous." 

She laughed, "Thanks man, you look dashing as well." She nodded as she checked him out as he did a little turn with wide arms. 

"One sexy Scottish boy on the menu. Ready to mingle." He flashed a perfect smile. 

She blushed and he called an Uber, a couple of minutes later they piled in and off they went to the club. 

The club was underground and the music was electric, pumping a hard beat. People danced, some grinding against each other no matter who it was. 

Just like home, she thought with a slight shake of her head. She was used to this type of things, as the majority of the young people in clubs, they're looking for a quick fuck. 

Gabrijela had never had a 'quick fuck' with anyone, guy or girl. Just foreplay and that was where she drew the line. She couldn't think of someone being buried within her, especially when she had thoughts that drifted back to her ex. 

Her parents still to this day didn't know the mental abuse she endured through the prick, not even her best friend nor her friends knew about it. Gab worked her way through the pain after the messy break-up, she took counsel on her own and in secret. It helped to ease off the shit of her shoulders, but still, she would remember the dark nights. 

Silence was not the key but she didn't want to dwell on it now, or ever. She was a free girl and she would find someone who would love her as she was, appreciate her body and her emotions. 

Sitting with the group of friends Logan had invited, the drinks began to slide through. She chatted and laughed with the ones around and even danced with the girls. 

Tonight was good, she agreed, no one seemed to brush up against her or pester her. Everyone was in their own world and in their own groups, having the time of their life. 

More drinks, shots, anything. 

Then it was time to move on, the rules here were not as strict as in Australia so by midnight they had gone to four different pubs. Gabrijela had taken easy on the drinks but she could feel the alcohol messing with her head a little. 

Logan had watched her all night and wouldn't leave her side. In their last pub of the night, they were all over each other. Their lips in a heated lock of tongue and teeth. 

Cillian had been in the same club with a few of his mates, drinking and chatting about home. He had seen Gabrijela enter with the group, and had to watch her suck face with the damn Set Designer. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealously wash through him. He thought back to when he had his fingers inside her, the way her lips felt on his and the sounds he managed to drag out. 

Now Logan would have to hear those very sounds, and Cillian did not like that. 

But what could he do about it? He wasn't going to go there and break them up, for what? Because he was annoyed that Gabrijela may end up in bed with the boy and not him? 

Logan's hand went up her skirt, and Cillian picked up that thrust of her chest. He knew the boy found her treasure. 

Gabrijela pulled back and whispered something to him and his smirk grew as they got up. Logan parted ways with his group and left the pub with an arm around his- around Gabrijela. Cillian's heart squeezed. 

She was young, and she was to be with someone her age. Someone who wasn't going to be an old man in a few years, who wouldn't be able to keep up with her needs. 

But he couldn't help but feel jealous. 

Back in the Apartment...

They laid on the bed, Logan above her and holding her close as he touched her breasts and played with her pink, hard nipples. 

Her soft moans filled the air and he kissed her neck, "Gabe." He murmured and helped her pull off his shirt. 

Gabrijela admired the hard planes of his stomach, letting her fingers brush down his chiselled chest and to his belt buckle. 

Was Logan going to be the one to break her drought of proper sex? She hoped so, he was like a Greek God of some sort.

Well, Scottish God. 

She giggled, "Fuck you're so hot." She moaned as she undid his belt. 

"And so are you." He murmured, his long fingers yanked off her top, and then her bra. Better access now. 

"I want you." She moaned as his fingers flicked her nipples. 

"I'm all yours, beautiful." He said as his jeans joined the clothing on the floor. 

They helped each other undress whatever remaining clothing they had, and she was now laid on the bed, bare. 

His dark blue eyes roved over her body, Gabrijela was not entirely skinny. She had some curve and thickness to her body. But it made her all the most beautiful. 

Gab looked down his god-like body and the huge, thick cock that wanted some attention. "Lay on your back." She said to him. 

He nodded and did so as she moved between his legs. With a hand, she gripped him, with her other she began to touch herself. 

"Oh... Gab..." He sucked in a breath as she began to pump him slowly. She gripped him tight enough that it felt like he was inside something. His eyes shot to what she was doing between her legs and he let out a loud groan. 

She moved her hand faster, "Logan, you are so big. Holy fuck." She pushed two fingers in herself and moaned. 

"Mhm. I hope I can fit in ya." He chuckled breathlessly. 

She smiled, "Of course you will." She said, "But I want you to cum first when I do this." She leaned down and took him into her mouth. 

She sucked lightly on his head and she saw his fingers curl into her bedsheets. She began to take him right to the base. He was deep in her throat. 

"Holy fuck." He gasped, "No one- Oh fuck!" He couldn't talk as she bobbed her head. 

Her mouth was warm and tight, and she took him like a pro. Logan was close already, he was sensitive when he was drunk. 

Gabrijela fingered herself fast, moaning loudly around his shaft. She only pulled back to breathe before she went back to sucking him off. She went faster, eyes shut and for some reason she imagined Cillian. 

Logan let out a cry, his hand in her hair as he came inside her mouth. His load was thick and heavy before she gagged and came as well. 

She pulled back hastily, a bit of his cum leaking down her chin. "Logan." She pulled out her fingers and brought them to his lips so he could taste. 

"I want to ride you now." She said, moving to straddle his hips. 

"Ride me all night long." He said and held her hips. 

But she had paused above him, his cock in her hand and poised to go in. Her heart hammered in her chest, she suddenly felt... Unsure. The whole situation wasn't right despite how clouded her mind was. 

"Gabrijela?" Logan's gruff voice brought her back to reality, "You alright?" 

She looked at him, concern was in his eyes. She could see he was not going to hurt her, there was no malice in his eyes. She could do this. She was going to do this. She can. Screw that fucker. 

"Perfectly fine." She said with a dazzling smile and pushed him into her. 

They both let out a moan as he sat up and wrapped his arms around her. 

She did what she wanted to do and rode him all night with him finishing it off with him on top. 

They both fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs well into the early mornings. 

#cillian murphy #peaky blinders #thomas shelby #fanfiction

[killjoy-loveit]

Stitch Me Back Together- 1

A/N: This is the fourteenth spooky season story! I apologize for the delay in the continuation of the spooky season short stories, however, I believe it was imperative to take time for my mental well-being. I would like to clarify that everything written in this story is complete fiction and isn’t to be taken as a true portrayal of reality. This is written in 1st POV, the character’s name is Fleur, and this will become a series. I am still working on it, the end date isn’t set as of yet, however, I will try to update it when I can. Every member of Vixx will be featured in this piece, though for this first part the only one of them in it is Ken/Jaehwan.

Excerpt: Currently I was seated in front of my tv, a hot cup of coffee sitting on the table in front of me- being completely ignored. Some reruns of an older show were playing but I couldn’t focus on the scenes of characters bickering about some insignificant problem they had. My mind was too busy running through the events of last night for the millionth time.

Word Count: 3,412

Genre: Supernatural/Fantasy/Mythical AU, Angst

Prologue | Chapter 2 | Chapter 2.5  | Chapter 3

****WARNING: Mentions of blood and death****

     “Fleur.” My sister whined into the phone.

      “What?” I dragged the word out in an identical fashion. Though it wasn't an important question, I knew what she wanted. Sometimes it's just fun to mess with her. Lucille, whom I commonly refer to as Cillie, wanted me to bring her food once I get off my 16-hour shift at the hospital- which ends at midnight. That means not a lot of places are going to be open, plus she works around thirty minutes from where I am. And my apartment is five minutes from where I work, so I'll have to drive all the way back.

     “Pretty please, Fleur? Nothing will be open when I get my break, and I forgot to bring food.”

     “Cillie,” I sighed into the phone. “Fine, I'll bring you food, but only if you promise to set a daily reminder to take food with you to work from now on. This is, what? The sixth time in the past two weeks, you can't keep doing this!”

     “I promise! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're the best, Fleur! I love you.” She sang into the phone at the end of her excitement.

     “Yeah, yeah, love you too. I have to get back to work now.” I murmur, a smile tugging at my lips.

     “Bye! See you after your shift!”

     I rolled my eyes as I hung up. Lucille can be such a bother, especially since we have a similar work ethic, which is basically to work our asses off. Neither of us has much free time since we spend most of our time at work, which leads to her frequent requests for food. Every time I bring her food, I end up staying while she eats, and we catch up. It's difficult for us to go more than a day without talking and even harder if we go too long without seeing each other. That's what happens when you grow up with parents who don't care about you.

     Our parents were pretty absent, and every promise they ever made fell through, the only thing they were good for was stocking the fridge and keeping a roof over our heads. The only person we had to rely on was each other, and that's how it has remained. Which is probably why it isn't shocking that we ended up in related fields. I became a doctor, just out of my residency stage, and Lucille became a coroner. Even though our jobs tend to dominate our time, I know that neither of us would change it.

     Now, I can't precisely say what Lucille thinks, but for me, this is something I know I'm good at. It's a job where I know I'm making a difference in every life that I save. And it's not necessarily that I only find validation or meaning in saving lives; instead, it's that I don't feel I'm meant to do anything else. If I were to be born again or wake up with amnesia one day, I know that I would always find my way back to this field.

     Despite my shift ending twenty minutes ago, I couldn't bring myself to move. Maybe my brain froze and wasn't capable of rationalizing what had happened. Or, the more likely reason was that I was in shock. My pale-yellow scrubs were stained a dark red from an amount of blood that no person could lose and still live. I couldn't keep him alive. Why couldn't I save him? Did I move too slow? Did I crack under pressure? Would I get fired? There was just so much blood everywhere, it covered all of the wounds to the point I couldn't find where the most blood loss was coming from. There were so many bullets. How was I supposed to staunch the bleeding from nine bullet wounds?

     A hand clapped down on my shoulder, a sore attempt at a comforting gesture. “Hey, you did the best you could. Don't hate on yourself because of this, okay?”

     I swallow roughly as I look up. “How am I not supposed to hate myself? That guy was practically a kid! He couldn't have been older than nineteen, and now he's lying dead because I couldn't do my job right and save him!”

     “Fleur,” Carson sighed, dropping into the seat next to me. “This is the first time you've had someone die on you, isn't it?”

     I nod, averting my gaze from the older doctor.

     “Well, I'm sorry to break it to you this way, but this won't be the last time someone dies on you. The only way to move past it is to know you did everything you could, and you did, Fleur. You didn't make a mistake; you did everything right. The guy came into our ER like someone used him as a practice dummy,” He said, getting to his feet. “Don't blame yourself, you weren't the one who shot him.” Carson paused at the door, turning to say one more thing. “And actually, I'm surprised he wasn't DOA.”

     Logically I knew he was right; it wasn't my fault the patient died. It's just that maybe I could have done something more. And if I had, he might not be dead right now. Which, yes, I'm aware that it's stupid since I did everything I could. If my vision was better or my hands faster, he might have survived. But all the maybe's or what if's in the world can't change the outcome. Shaking my head, I finally stand up and grab my coat. I couldn't find the energy, nor did I care enough, to change from my scrubs. Lifelessly I pulled on my coat, zipping it to hide the bloodstains.

     The drive over to the lab where Lucille worked went by in a blur after I grabbed food. I honestly couldn't remember the details of how I arrived. Maybe I should've called a taxi. Cillie's workplace was always cold. It makes sense; it is a morgue. I've never liked walking through the hallways to get to her office, the lighting is frequently dim, and it typically leaves me feeling uneasy. Like there's something off about the whole building, kind of dark and creepy. It could be from all the death this place has seen. I don't understand how she can work here without a problem; I'd probably become paranoid in a matter of days if I worked at this place.

     Whenever I come, Cillie tends to be in the main area of the building, where the dead bodies are kept. I've never gone inside that area, and this time was no exception. Knocking thrice on the door was enough to signal to her that I was waiting for her.

     And she responded with a quick shout. “Give me a sec, I'll be right out!”

     Cillie raved excitedly about the autopsy she'd performed earlier on the walk to her office. Something about malformed organs and how amazed she was that the lady had managed to live for so long. Her chattering was nonstop, even when we reached our destination, and she plopped into her chair. She only went quiet after digging into the bag of food, munching happily on the chips within.

     “That sounds exciting, Cillie,” I say quietly.

     “It was, Fleur,” She breathed out, bouncing lightly in her seat. “You should've seen it!”

     “I'm glad I didn't.”

     Lucille's eyebrows furrowed as she looked at me, the chip in her hand quickly forgotten. “Why do you seem off? Did something ha—” She froze mid-question, eyes locked onto the small portion of my scrubs peeking out from my coat. “Why is there blood on your scrubs?”

     “I work at a hospital.”

     “Now is not the time to be smart with me,” She snapped. “You don't usually wear your scrubs out of the hospital on a normal day, and the one time you do, there's blood on them. Something's up, tell me what happened. Now.”

     “I lost someone.” Tears stung at my eyes as I stared at the ground. I was afraid that if I looked at her, and saw the sympathy on her face, that I would break apart. It's hard for me to stop crying once I start, so it's best not to start in the first place. I would've been fine, really, I would have. But then she hugged me, and the floodgates opened.

     Her hands smoothed down my back. “It's okay. Fleur, it's okay.”

     “I'm sorry.” I sobbed into her shoulder.

     “Don't you dare apologize! Losing a patient is hard, but I know you. And you always put a hundred and ten percent effort into everything. Do you know what that means?” I shook my head as she pulled back from the hug. “It means that I know you did everything you could to save that person.”

     My lower lip quivered. “I did.”

     “I know,” Lucille murmured. “Now, do you feel comfortable alone at home, or should I ask for the rest of the night off?”

     “No, no, you don't need to ask off the rest of the night. I… I'll be fine by myself.” My voice broke at the end, and I thought for a second that Cillie might try to ask off anyways.

     She eyed me in disbelief but nodded nonetheless after a moment's consideration. “Fine, but you call me in the morning. And I want you calling out for your next shift, you'll be of no use to anyone until you can move past this.”

     “Okay.”

     I did just as Lucille ordered when I woke up the next morning. My supervisor expressed her concern and mentioned that there was a policy in place for just this situation. That being required therapy and a week away from the hospital before being permitted back. At that moment, I felt both relieved and anxious. Time off meant having nothing to do, and that meant being left alone with my mind. How was that supposed to help? I could avoid such thoughts during the day when distractions are plentiful, but at night there's nothing to keep the darkness from creeping in. I guess that's what the therapy's for. Hopefully, it would be able to help rid me of the lingering doubt and guilt I held. I called Lucille after speaking with my supervisor, but as expected, she was asleep. A message left on her voicemail was sure to suffice, seeing as Lucille could probably sleep through the apocalypse.

     The television sat on its stand, playing old reruns and being completely ignored by me. It wasn't alone, though, as a cup of coffee sat on the table in front of me, forgotten. My mind was so far off, in a place where the incessant bickering of some sitcom characters couldn't reach. I was too busy running through the events from the night prior for what seemed to be the millionth time. Granted by this point, I had lost count; I just knew that the times I had replayed the events were numerous. Each time something was nagging at the back of my mind, something wasn't right. The guy shouldn't have still been alive when he got to the hospital. The whole situation felt off.

     Even Carson said that the patient should've been dead on arrival. And this is the statement of someone who has been a doctor much longer than I. This begs the question, why wasn't he? From the moment I set my hands on him, he maintained a steady pulse, and I thought there was a chance. It was small, but there was still a sliver of me that thought I could save him. That hope was short-lived, though, only lasting a scant minute. After that, it was just like his body short-circuited, and everything stopped. There was nothing I could do at that point. 

     The number of bullets in his body seemed too high. Either there were multiple shooters, or someone really hated that guy. Except if it was just someone who hated him, why would they use a gun? Most murders that involve an intense emotion occur with whatever weapon is closest to the attacker, which, more often than not, is a knife or an object that could be used to hit or bash. A gun would allow the attacker to become distanced from the victim, and it could potentially remove the emotional aspect entirely. That means whoever shot my patient wasn't particularly close to him, they might not have even known him at all. Unless the shooting was premeditated, which could mean that hatred had been building for a while. Or he could've just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. All of this is just pure speculation though, I'm no cop after all.

     A loud rapping on my door had me springing up from my couch. It couldn't be Lucille. Who is at my door at, what is it, ten a.m.? I made my way over to the door quickly, hoping to prevent the person from knocking again. As I opened the door, I noticed the person's hand was raised to knock once more before it dropped hastily.

     “Is there something I can help you with?” I questioned softly.

     The man standing in front of me appeared very well put together. Dressed in a light gray button-up with a navy tie, black dress pants, and matching shoes. His was dark hair swept to the side, and he had eyes that simmered with a hidden secret. To top it all off, his coat resembled a trench coat, albeit slightly more modern and fashionable.

     “Fleur Boudreaux?”

     I hesitated, slightly confused as to how he knew my name. “Yes?”

     “I'm Detective Lee, and I have a few questions about the death of a Remi Juarez. The patient you had in the ER last night.” He stated, producing a badge from one of his pockets.

     “Oh, um, of course, detective.” I stepped aside to let him into my apartment.

     Two steaming cups of coffee sat on my kitchen table, one untouched and the other half empty. Of course, it was the cup sitting in front of me that was still full; exactly how am I supposed to calmly drink coffee while being questioned about a patient's death? The air felt thick, quite suffocating as the silence stretched on. Had he asked a question? I couldn't recall him asking anything yet. All I remember is that I asked if he wanted a cup of coffee, and he nodded, thus the coffee. Is he waiting for me to say something?

     “Did you ask something?” I murmur, looking up from the dark liquid swirling in the cup in front of me.

     He nodded, a smile playing at his lips. “Yes, I asked if you were okay. You seem a bit, well, a bit unsettled.”

     “Sorry, sorry. Actually, I'm not okay, but that's none of your concern. You had questions about the guy I treated in the ER?”

     “That's correct. Did you notice anything odd about him?”

     My eyebrows scrunched together. “What do you mean, odd?”

     The detective shrugged. “Just anything out of the ordinary.”

     “No. No, I didn't. What I noticed,” I continued, my voice beginning to rise. “Was that he was shot nine times and that he was bleeding out under my care because I couldn't get the bullets out and stop his bleeding quickly enough.”

     “Did you manage to recover any of the bullets?” Detective Lee asked, tilting his head, fingers tapping an odd rhythm on the table.

     “No,” I muttered, crossing my arms and looking away from him. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes.

     The questions continued until he'd gotten every ounce of information I knew about the patient, who I'd learned was named Remi Juarez. Though I didn't know much to begin with, what information I had was given to him. It was difficult to tell what he was expecting from me, but it seemed like he was relieved that I didn't know much. But I wasn't sure why he'd be relieved about that unless there's something fishy going on. Briefly, the urge to ask why I was being questioned instead of the detective using the coroner's report for information flashed through my mind. Thankfully, I managed to keep that question to myself.

     The detective stood up, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a card. “Well, if you think of anything that seemed out of the ordinary, please call.”

     “I will, sir,” I replied softly.

     When I stood, I went to take the card from him, and as I did, our fingers brushed for a fraction of a second. And it was in that seemingly insignificant contact that shifted something inside me. The anguish I'd been feeling about losing my patient disappeared, replaced by a feeling of complete serenity. My chest felt lighter, almost more comfortable to breathe. I couldn't remember ever feeling such peace in my life. Wide-eyed, I looked from the card to him. It was the glimmer in his eyes and the tilt of his smile that hinted he was hiding something. Surely… Surely, he couldn't have anything to do with the sudden peace I was feeling. Could he? No, that's impossible. How could someone change another person's emotions with a single touch?

     With the rate at which my thoughts were spinning, I barely remembered that he was on his way out until I saw him walk towards the entrance of my apartment. “Let me get the door for you.”

     Before I could reach the door, it swung open, revealing Lucille balancing a tray of coffee while simultaneously unlocking my door and clutching a bag in her hand. As she stepped fully inside the apartment with a satisfied smile after yanking her keys free, she looked up and froze, eyes widening considerably. “I didn't know you had company, Fleur.”

     “Lucille,” I shot her a look, indicating she shouldn't overreact. “This is Detective Lee, he had questions about the patient that died last night.”

     At the mention of him questioning me, a fiery blaze grew in her eyes. Lucille hastily placed the coffee tray on the table, which was quickly joined by the bag of food. Then she spun to face the detective, hands placed heavily on her hips the way she does right before she goes to reprimand someone. Which is precisely what she proceeded to do before I could stop her.

     “You listen here, I understand that you have a case to solve and all that crap, but you should have some sensitivity! Or at the very least some human decency.” She took a step closer to him, finger poking harshly into his chest. “I don't know if you consider questioning a doctor who is an emotional wreck an okay thing to do, but in my book, it isn't! Maybe you should've thought harder about whether or not you should question her once you saw she wasn't in the best state of mind. Did you even think of that? No, I bet you didn't. Solving the case comes first, not someone else's mental well-being!” Lucille ranted.

     “I—” He started only to get cut off, his mouth opening and closing in a similar manner of that of a fish.

     “Nope, I don't care to hear ‘how important this case is.’ What I want,” Lucille snarked, shepherding him to the door. “Is for you to leave, so that I can make sure my sister is okay. Oh, and for you to learn some human decency, okay?” She quickly shooed him out, opening the door and all but pushed him out. Then for good measure, she slammed it shut in his face and locked it.

     Lucille turned to me, moving swiftly to embrace me. “Are you okay? I can't believe he questioned you right now, he should have at least waited a day.”

     “I'm fine, actually.” My words got muffled by her shoulder, which I tapped lightly to get her to release me. To an outsider, Lucille might appear like the older sister, but it's just in her nature to mother everyone. I still have the upper hand in age, though, a whopping two years I have on her.

     She pulled away, stepping back only to give me a skeptical look. “Uh-huh. Well, I brought coffee and food, and I took the day off to be here with you. We can binge whatever movies or shows you want, and I will supply you with all the food you crave today.”

     “Alright.”

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[robinwastesawayinthebasement]

On the evening of December 12th, 1893, Saoirse had gone to bed early, as she complained of fatigue; Cillian obediently read Aisling and rocked Deirdre to sleep, not caring that it was considered unmanly of him. Despite wanting a son, he still held an overwhelming sea of love for his two daughters.

Just as Cillian had changed into his pajamas, Saoirse let out a scream. "G-Get the Bernardis! Bianca, please!" she called for her best friend.

"O-Of course!" Cillian stammered, immediately charging out of the apartment. Despite having already gone through this twice before, he was still just as terrified as he had been at Aisling's birth.

He brought back Bianca and Francesca, then, as always, was shut out of the room, tasked with the job of keeping Aisling and Deirdre asleep; thankfully, the birth was not long, as by midnight Cillian was being called back in.

Saoirse was lying down on the bed, a baby in her arms. She looked up at Cillian, giving him a smile that attempted to mask her nervousness at his reaction. "Cilli, meet... your daughter."

Cillian couldn't help but feel a huge wave of disappointment crash over him, more intense than he had felt before. As he took the tiny girl in his arms, he was able to dispell most of these feelings; however, still, a tiny bit of disappointment remained.

"What shall we name her?" Saoirse whispered, staring at the little girl being cradled in her husband's arms.

Cillian was silent for a few moments, gazing upon the tiny freckled girl's angellic face. He couldn't help a smile from crossing his lips. "I've always liked the name Siobhan," he said.

"Then Siobhan it is," Saoirse agreed.

And, on that wintry night of December, Siobhan Aoife O'Sullivan was welcomed into the world.

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[mydiaryshow]

WOWZA YOU THOUGHT THIS LINEUP COULDN'T GET BETTER BUT IT JUST DID: From the upcoming MST3K as well as Grace and Frankie, @midnight, AST Records and more, we just added Baron Vaughn to Saturday's show!! This lineup is truly 🍌bananas🍌 spread the word and get your tickets now: https://sunset.ucbtheatre.com/show/4393

#LosAngeles The monthly hit show MY DIARY is back for another night of laughter, memories, and tears (maybe!) Lindsay Ames brings together the best comedians, actors, artists, athletes & more to Upright Citizens Brigade Sunset to explore the secrets that lay within their diaries through stand up, storytelling, sketch, videos, or whatever other variety of performance art best expresses the complicated emotions of the past! This months performers: Maribeth Monroe (Workaholics, Jumanji) Natalie Palamides (The Powerpuff Girls, The UCB Show) Sergio Cilli (Late Late Show) Dave Horwitz (Lil’ Cuties on Feral Audio) John Early (Search Party, Wet Hot American Summer: First Day of Camp) & JUST ADDED: Baron Vaughn (MST3K, Grace and Frankie, Comedy Central) Hosted by Lindsay Ames! SATURDAY 2/18 Doors at 10pm, Show at 10:30pm ONLY $5 Get tix: https://sunset.ucbtheatre.com/show/4393 at UCB Sunset 5419 W Sunset Blvd LA, CA 90027

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[wrepisodes]

WR216: The Little Mix-Up live at The Roslyn

On Jan. 22, we hung out at historic Osborne Village apartment block The Roslyn with our new friends The Village Idiots to try a really fun live experiment. The show, which we're calling "The Little Mix-Up" was a livestreamed preview of this Sunday's Big Mix-Up Allstars show. It followed the usual Mix-Up "Whose Line is it Anyway? but for music" format, but instead of audience members yelling out genres of music and song topics, they made their requests online via Facebook Live. For the show, we enlisted Tim Haverluck (of The Tims) on guitar and vocals, Darryl Reilly (of Guerrillas of Soul) on sax, and Kumaran Reddy of Cilly Cyb Fung High on bass. They deftly tackled suggestions from "reggae/McDonald's menu" to "bluegrass/narcolepsy" and a lot more. Since it was livestreamed, you can check out the video in full below. This is a collab we'd absolutely like to do again, and incorporating video (of some kind) into our future projects is starting to seem like a must-do in 2017.

Tune in to UMFM 101.5 on Sunday nights at midnight to hear archival episodes on the radio, or download/stream them anytime from our extensive archive.

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[soul-write]

The Royal Flush Challenge - Week 1/Ace: World Building 7/7

Some worldbuilding details that I added to fix plot holes.

Project Soulstealer:

symbiotes are able to access memories of their victim that created strong emotions

a pure creature that didn't fully bonded with their human host can roam freely the world

it takes around 12 months for a pure creature and a human host to force bond if one of them doesn't want that

symbiotes have laws of their own but don't really respect them and nobody punishes them

authorities don't believe in the existence of pure creatures/symbiotes

symbiotes can't heal injuries that they got before the human host and the pure creature bonded

Zerryu:

dragon gods cry tears of gold

dragon gods can't be killed, they just get into a deep sleep as they heal

humans don't really fight for religious reasons because gods show up and tell them they are dumb

Project Soulstealer tag list: @stories-by-rie - @spellboundinks - @halfbloodlycan - @moonstruck-midnight - @piyawrites - @writingwithhotchocolate - @cilly-the-writer (tell me if you want to be added/removed from it)

Zerryu tag list: @stories-by-rie - @overlap - @oheoo - @moonstruck-midnight - @spellboundinks - @halfbloodlycan - @piyawrites - @eliwriterrrrrrrrrrr - @writingwithhotchocolate - @cilly-the-writer (tell me if you want to be added/removed from it)

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[soul-write]

The Royal Flush Challenge - Week 3/Queen: AUs 3/7

I was born for this week's theme. Too bad I'm exhausted with school. Yet, I'll conquer the exhaustion and ramble!

I have many AUs for all my wips and here are some of my all time favourite Two Dorks in Love AUs

Hades & Persephone AU - Cian is Hades and Kay is Persephone. Cian stole Kay because xe were lonely and wanted company. Kay understands this and eats the pomegranate so he could spend more time with xem. It all starts as a friendship that blossoms over the decades in a romance.

Mr. Loverman AU - Kay dies in a car accident. Cian is devastated. The whole squad is devastated. Lots of angst. Because they have each other, the squad manages to move on from his death, but they never forget him. They decide to live the life their friend wasn't able to live.

BNHA AU - Kay is a 2nd year general studies student at UA that is moved to the hero course after his performance at the sport festival. In his new class, he immediately befriends the loner(tm) Cian. In this AU Johanna is a 3rd year student in the hero course, GD is in the support class in the same year as Kay and Cian and Robert and Cassidy are in the support class in the same year as Johanna. I haven’t decided their quirks yet but i’ll have a lot of fun doing it.

Angel/Demon AU - Cian and Kay are angels and childhood friends. One day they lost contact when Kay falls from Heaven. The reason? Friendly interactions with Johanna, a demon. Kay becomes a demon determined to find back his friend. Will he succeed without putting his and Cian's lives in danger?

Pen Pals AU - Cian and Kay are become pen pals after Johanna and Cassidy insist they both need new friends. They correspond for years and accidentally meet when they find out they go to the same overseas university.

Highschool AU - um.. that's pretty much the same only they are all in highschool. Cassidy is the top student that sets stuff on fire. Robbie sleeps in classes and teachers hate him. GD comes every month with a new hair colour. Kay is in the cheerleading team. Cian is the president of the foreign cultures club. Shenanigans insure for sure.

Mafia AU - Cassidy is the leader of a powerful mafia. Robbie is her right hand. Kay is the assassin. Cian is the hacker. Johanna and GD are both spies that were supposed to work for the government but they don't and instead work for Cassidy.

'Two Dorks in Love' tag list: @stories-by-rie - @spellboundinks - @moonstruck-midnight - @remi-writes-sometimes - @piyawrites @writingwithhotchocolate - @cilly-the-writer (tell me if you want to be added/removed from it)

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