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stop i need stella moments with her brothers in videos about them like “going home” 🙏🏼🙏🏼

౨ৎ going home (featuring Stella Hughes!)

﹕─┈ pairings ( Estella Hughes oc! X siblings! Hughes brothers )

°. — details ( g; fluff. w; none really? wc; 1.k )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I am sooo sorry for how long this has taken for me to get out !!! It got lost in my inbox lovely, but thank you sm for sending in a request! I loved writing it, so sorry that it’s short !!! Hope you guys enjoy !!! )

°. — this is based off this video.

°. — ( feel free to send any requests of things you would like to see in this series, or if you just want to share some thoughts! I would absolutely love that! Please comment if you would like to be added to the tag list! )

au masterlist — you can find asks under #💌stellahughes!

﹕─┈ All of Stella’s moments during ‘Going Home | Quinn Hughes’

“Lukey was the best pool player in the family I would say, or in the house” Quinn answered Kate's question, as he motioned his head towards Luke who was leaning over the pool table with his stick. Stella’s lips twitched up into a smile, already knowing where her older brother was leading the conversation too. Quinn continued to speak with a small smile “He had like the best win percentage, and then he bought a pool stick.”

“For like 200 bucks” Luke was quick to interrupt Quinn, an annoyed frown on his lips as he looked back on the bad money decision, he should have listened to stella. Quinn let out a small chuckle and glanced back at Stella before continuing to tease Luke “Yeah, and he just his game went down the down the rails like. He was like one in ten.”

“What about you stella?” Kate sent the youngest Hughes a warm smile, looking at Stella who was sitting Criss crossed on the couch watching Luke. Stella perked up at the mention of her name and sent Kate a happy smile, but before she could answer, Luke was quick to jump in and answer for her with a laugh “Stella’s the worst!”

Everyone in the room laughs at the dramatic gasp that Stella let out. Jack, who was leaning against the wall, laughing louder than the rest at the offended look Stella sends him. Quinn just shrugs, he was not going to get in between Stella and Luke today. The Producer chuckles himself before asking Quinn another answer “are you the cook in the house?”

Stella zones out as Quinn answers the question, her eyes dropping down to her lap where her phone rested when she felt it vibrate, a shy smile coming across her face when she sees who texted her. She bit her bottom lip to hide her smile, not wanting to give her suddenly happy mood away.

lovey 🩵: do you think i'd survive sneaking through your window tonight?

pretty girl 🩷: are you brave enough to try? (i give you a 40% survival rate)

lovey 🩵: Bet! (i’d die happy though)

“Isn't that right stella?” Quinn asked Stella, wanting her to agree with how he's a much better cook. Stella looks up from her phone where she was lost in her own world and sees everyone looking at her for an answer, but the only answer they got was a confused frown and a small “Huh.”

Quinn and Jack chuckle while Luke narrows his eyes on her phone, Stella quickly shutting it off when she sees Luke's stare. Quinn chuckles and gives the camera a cheeky smile “I'm gonna take that as a yes.”

Stella sat in the corner of the boat, a blanket over her lap and her hands stuffed into the front pocket of Luke's hoodie that she stole. She wanted to go sit up on the front of the boat, curled up next to her mom but they wanted her to sit with Luke and Jack, the fans wanted to see the siblings together more apparently.

“Get your toes away from me” Stella quietly hissed at jack when he rested them up on the seat next to her, Luke who was laying on his stomach behind her stifled his laugh at the groan of annoyance stella lets out when jack teasingly moves his toes closer to her. Ellen leans forward and looks back at her children, she sends a warning look to her middle son and leans back, knowing that's all she'd have to do for him to stop bugging his sister.

Jack rolls his eyes and lets out an annoyed huff when Stella sends him a triumphant smirk, Stella leans back against the seat and looks out at the water as she listens to Quinn answer all the questions and talk about the lake. Luke absentmindedly played with a few strands of Stella's hair as he also zoned out looking out at the water.

Stella brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arm around her knees, resting her chin on top of them. She bounces in her seats at the waves quinn goes over, a laugh leaving her lips when her mother starts to shout at quinn and stand up “I’m kidding it's going to be fine” Quinn laughed as he watched his mom stand up, wanting to get away from the splashes of water.

A surprised gasp leaves Stella's lips and her body stills when she feels a cold chill run through her body, as she feels water come up and splash her in the face and neck. Everyone laughs on the boat as she hurriedly wipes off the water from her face, a loud laugh coming from quinn’s lips when stella whines “Quinnnn” Jack smiles and takes his hat off and drops it on Stella's head, protecting her face from the water.

Quinn gives the camera a big grin before shrugging his shoulders “oops.”

“What's the five for?” Kate asks Quinn as she motions towards the garage wall where four numbers in blue spray paint were written. 43,86,43 and 5. Quinn, Kate and the rest of the crew where in the garage, filming quinn as he shot some pucks, showing off the ‘shooting room.’

Quinn paused to catch his breath and turned to look back at the wall, memories flooding through his mind of him and his siblings all putting their number on the wall after the ‘shooting room’ was done. A great memory. Quinn smiled fondly as he looked at kate “Oh that's stella number when she used to play.”

“And I'm guessing those are hers too” Kate laughed as she pointed at the light pink skates that had a bunch of different stickers on them, the laces pink as well. Quinn chuckles and nods as he looks back at the skate's jack had gotten her a year ago, while Luke got her a new pack of stickers “yeah those are stella’s, she likes coming down and shooting with us.”

“Is she any good?” the producer asks, even though he already knew the answer. All the brothers have mentioned Stella's hockey skills before. Quinn leans down to take off his skates, ready to show them the next thing on the schedule. Quinn smirks at the camera “She's my sister, of course she is.”

At the end of the video the camera is filming all the guys playing a friendly skirmish, and you can see Stella sitting on the bench cheering for Cole who was on a breakaway!

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I bet you all can guess who she was texting !!! I just know the fans would eat the content up !!! I know it’s short but I didn’t really want to put a lot of Stella in this video, just a perfect amount where the fans would want more of her !!! )

°. — taglist ( @privatemythss @cixrosie @toasttt11 @lxvelyzoe @bunbunbl0gs @lovings4turn x )

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vodika-vibes · 3 months

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Hi Vodika 🥰

I'm back with a second ask for your follower celebration!

Could I get a Wolffe x Fem!Reader with a narcissus and pansy bouquet? Where the reader ends up in the hospital and Wolffe confesses his love for her when he visits and realizes how much she means to him?

Please and thank you 💚😘💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

Accidents Happen

Summary: You've been crushing on Wolffe for, what seems like, forever. But you're convinced that he'll never feel the same. However, when you're injured at work, things change.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x F!Reader

Word Count: 2020

Prompts: Narcissus - unrequited love, Pansy - you occupy my thoughts

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: You did say that Wolffe was on your brain! So I hope this story makes you happy! And here's your personal divider that I made for you. As a note This is Wolffe's message, and This is the reader's messaging.

Early mornings are the worst, you think as your alarm goes off at 5 am.

You lay in bed for a moment, listening to your alarm scream at you from across the room, before you sigh and swing your legs out of the bed and push to your feet.

Early mornings where you actually have to do work the whole day are even worse. You blearily cross the room and hit the button on top of your clock, before you flip the lightswitch, making it impossible for you to go back to sleep.

And then you cross back to your bed, and grab your comm from its charger.

Several messages from your friends from the night before. Several more from your boss from last night and early this morning. A handful of emails that need to be deleted or responded to in kind.

You sigh heavily, and open the app for your work. You quickly log in for the day, before you go back to your emails. You absently answer several work emails as you pad through the apartment into your kitchen.

You set your comm down on the counter, still scanning your emails, and you grab your electric kettle to fill it with water. You set it back on it’s stand and flick the power switch, before you grab your comm again and turn to leave the room.

You start to reply to an email when the dark blue bubble of your instant messenger pops up on the screen.

You up?

Your heart speeds up and your face heats when you see the simple words sent to you by Wolffe. Your crush on him is, frankly, embarrassing.

Tragically. Morning Wolffe. What’s up?

Comet has been harassing me to remind you about the book. The one with the birds.

You stare at the screen blankly for a moment, You mean The Raven Emperor series?

How should I know? Probably.

You giggle, Wolffe, there aren’t any actual birds in that book.

I really don’t care, sarad.

Well, someone’s grumpy this morning.

You’d be grumpy too if your twin brother stole all of your caf.

What, the GAR doesn’t give you a caf supply.

The GAR wouldn’t give us armor if we didn’t need it to win the war.

You can hear him rolling his eyes across the text message, and it’s kind of impressive.

Anyway

Me and the boys are going to 79s this evening

Coming?

I wish.

I have a building that I need to appraise, and it’s something like 200 apartment buildings.

I’m going to be busy until midnight

🥺

Ah.

Well, next time then.

You wait a moment for Wolffe to say something else, but he went offline soon after.

I want to go on a date with you. Your finger hovers over the send button, before you sigh and shake your head, deleting the message.

Wolffe would never be interested in you. Not like that.

You just have to be happy with his friendship.

And here you thought ‘love unrequited’ was just something in the trashy romance novels you read in secret.

You allow yourself to wallow for a whole 30 seconds, and then you remember that you still have to shower and eat breakfast, and you toss your comm on your bed as you hurry into the fresher.

The chat with Wolffe means that you don’t have time for a proper breakfast, especially if you give yourself time enough to shower properly, but you think it was worth it. He’s Wolffe, after all.

Fifteen minutes later, you’re scrambling out of your fresher, pulling your wet hair into a messy knot at the back of your head, and you hurry back into the kitchen.

In your rush you accidentally pour some hot water over your thumb as you fill your travel mug with the water, and you release a pained hiss. “I don’t have time for this,” You say to the empty apartment. You eye the blister critically, and decide that it’s not worth the hassle of treating it

Quickly, but carefully, you finish putting your breakfast together, and you hurry out the front door.

Your boss wants you at the complex by 6 am.

And luckily, you make it. By the skin of your teeth, maybe, but you’re still on time.

“You’re almost late,” the stern looking older man scolds.

“The keyword there being almost,” You counter, as you look up at the building, “This is the Meridian Complex?”

“Yep.”

“You spent how much on this?”

“2.5 Million Credits,” He sounds proud about it.

“This is a death trap.” You point out, cringing as a fake shutter falls off a window three stories up.

“It just needs a little work.” Your boss says, and then he pauses, “You are up to date on your vaccines, right?”

“Ha. You’re hilarious.” You pull your datapad out of your car, and glance at the information on the screen, “You have the keys?”

“Yup, all of the door codes are set to 00000.”

“Noted.” You make a note on the datapad, “After you.”

Half an hour later, you realize that your conservative estimation of this taking until midnight was far, far too generous. This is going to take days.

You look around at the rotting floorboards, and at the graffiti and holes on the walls, and you sigh. At least the paycheck is going to be really nice.

“Hey! I think I found a half decent apartment!” Your boss calls from down the stairs, “Second floor, 209. We can use this as a staging room.”

“Coming!” You shake your head at the sheer mess, and half wonder if you could message Wolffe and ask for the Wolfpack to help. You laugh softly at the idea, the boys would be more than happy to help, you’re sure, but it’s not realistic.

You start up the stairs.

But, if he was willing to help, you could spend more time with Wolffe, which would be a win.

A weird noise makes you slow to a stop, and you pause, tilting your head to listen better.

“What are you doing?” Your boss asks from the top of the stairs.

“...I heard something-” You trail off as there’s a cracking noise under your feet.

Your boss’ face goes gray. “Hurry!”

You go to take one more step, when the cracking noise returns. And when you put your foot down on the stair…it keeps going.

You don’t even have time to scream as the staircase collapses under you.

The last thing you see as you topple backwards is your boss’ horrified face, and you hear a shout of your name.

Wolffe is not having a super day.

On top of the fact that Fox stole all of the Caf and the fact that he’s been confined in his office doing paperwork all morning, the fact that the Wolfpack’s pretty sarad won’t be joining them at 79s tonight just shoved him into an awful mood.

Nights out are always better when she’s with them.

He glowers at the various documents that need his signatures. He should be grateful. He’s not Marshal Commander. He’s seen the amount of work that Cody, Fox, and Bly have on a daily basis.

He’s lucky that he is only a commander and he only has this much work to do.

…yeah, nope. That didn’t help.

He rests his head on his hand as he taps his stylus against the table. “When Alpha said that a command position was worth it, he was a filthy liar.” Wolffe announces to the room at large.

He should make Comet do this paperwork in exchange for the free time he’ll need to read that book series he’s going to borrow-

Wolffe’s thought process is cut off when his office door slides open and Comet bursts in, “Commander!”

“What is it?”

“Sarad is in the hospital.”

Wolffe’s heart drops into his stomach. He drops all of his work and grabs his helmet, “Which hospital?”

“Coruscant General. Sir, where-?”

“I’m going to go check on her, of course.” He pushes past Comet, “You’re in charge until I get back.”

“Yes, sir.” Comet pauses, “Let us know how she is?”

“I will,”

The trip to Coruscant General doesn’t take long, Wolffe is able to walk the distance. And, as luck has it, no one stops him when he enters the hospital properly.

“Can I help you sir?” The nurse at reception asks.

“I hope so,” Wolffe replies, before he offers her name, “I was told that she’s here.”

The woman nods, “Are you the husband?”

Wolffe pauses for half a second, “Yes, that's right.” He lies.

She nods again, “On the fifth floor, room 517.”

“Thank you.” He marches over to the lift, and presses the button for the fifth floor. Wolffe’s mind is whirling. How was she hurt? How badly? Does he need to set up a guard rotation for her?

Did someone attack her? Does he need to get the guard involved?

The lift comes to a stop and he steps out, and heads to the nurses station. He offers her name once more, and again, lies about being her husband, and he’s pointed in the right direction.

The door is shut, and Wolffe lightly knocks on the door. He doesn’t get a response, but he pushes the door open anyway.

“Sarad?” The lights are dimmed, but not so much that he’s not able to see her.

She looks…bad.

Covered in bruises and bandages. Various machines attached to her, monitoring her heart rate and blood pressure and giving her IV medication.

“Oh, cyare.” Wolffe walks over to her, and looks her over. Every inch of her is covered in angry looking bruises or cuts. “What happened?” Gently, very gently, he brushes a strand of hair out of her face.

A lot of the tension he hadn’t realized that he was carrying drains from his body now that he’s sure that she’s not dying or dead.

It’s kind of funny, in a way.

Sure, he’s always known that his sarad was important to him. He’s not been blind to the fact that she’s always on his mind and that he never isn’t thinking about her. But he didn’t know just how important until this very moment.

Wolffe’s fingers linger on her cheek, and he’s startled when he hears a soft moan from her. “Sarad?”

Hazy eyes peer up at him, confused, “‘lffe?”

“Yeah,” He smiles at her, “It’s me. How are you feeling?”

“...wh’re?”

“You’re at Coruscant General, you were hurt, do you remember?”

Her fingers flex, and Wolffe takes her hand in his free hand, “Stairs,” She mumbles, some of the haze leaving her voice, “The stairs collapsed-”

“Unlucky,” Wolffe says quietly, as he sets his helmet on the side table and then sits in a seat, “How are you feeling?”

She’s quiet as she considers his question, “...fuzzy.” She finally says.

He chuckles, “I’m not surprised, by the look of it, you’re on some good pain medicine.”

“Wolffe?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you in the hospital? Are you hurt?” She asks, her brow furrowed as she tries to puzzle it out.

“Come on, Sarad. You know the hospital doesn’t treat clones.” Wolffe brushes his fingers across her lips, “I’m here for you, of course.” He pauses, “I also let everyone believe that I’m your husband. Sorry.”

She hums, “I don’t mind.”

“That I lied?”

“Being your wife.” She clarifies, “Sounds like fun. Let’s do that.”

Wolffe laughs, “I think we’re skipping a couple of steps, Sarad.”

She hums again, her eyes fluttering closed, “Don’ care. Love Wolffe.” She mumbles.

His breath catches in his throat for a moment. And then a wide grin crosses his face. “Are you still awake, cyare?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“I love you.” He whispers into her ear, and then he presses a light kiss to her temple, “You’re not going to remember this when you sober up, and that’s okay. I’ll just tell you again and again, as many times as you need.”

She smiles at him, the drugs hitting her hard again, “Stay?”

“For as long as you want me, sarad. Promise.”

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survivalist-anon · 8 days

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Log 6: Fort Dorn

Fort Dorn:

06:00 hrs

Intensive Environment Training Room

Floor -6

Four imperial fists have gone currently for 5 hours planking by their arms and feet in a room that has been designed to reach temperatures of 200° Fahrenheit. Grilled for what had occurred last night.

"So.....you four think you can just sneak out..... pretend to be not just civilians.... MORTAL civilians.", the current chaplain, Aldercon, steadily paced in his armor. "So. Did you boys have a nice drink? In which would be at this point.... quite frankly the biggest waste of your Oolitic kidney's FUCKING TIME.", leans down to Bilhard's face.

Bilhard was doing relatively good, sweating liters of his sweat per second, "SORRY SIR!". His voices shouted.

Raises up, takes a step to Urtus. "You are going to be here just as long as Bilhard is. Do you understand me?".

Urtus was neck and neck to Bilhard. By this point he's matching Bilhard on everything including sweating. "SIR YES SIR!"

"I CAN'T HEAR BOY! THE HEAT MELTED MY FUCKING AUDITORY MODULE AID!", the chaplain shouted.

"SIR YES SIR!", Urtus responded, his voice would have reverberated throughout the room if it weren't for the heating system.

The chaplain moved on to Cahrilo. Leaned right into his face. "....what about you lover boy. FUCKING SATISFIED WITH YOUR SEXUAL SHENANIGANS?!?!".

Cahrilo, doing more than sweating his fluids right out, red in the face trying to keep focus on his plank. Unlike the rest of his brothers, he hadn't trained like this for a while. He also didn't want to answer the loaded question, which ever answer he gave, he would lose for sure. "Ugh"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOUVE BORED ME!", by this point the heating room has now gotten on the chaplain's last nerve. He paces to Moors.

".....you're here..... because you stole that United States issued assault tank from that base up in Washington....and decided to modify it.... with spinning rims.", he concluded with a terribly hidden grin.

"Those weakling, yellow bellied welps at that over polished white outhouse didn't deserve 'Edna'.", with absolutely no wasted breath, Moors had just admitted to stealing government property.

This resulted in the other three bursting into uncontrollably laughter but landing in their own boiling sweat puddles.

The chaplain signal's the operator outside of the enhanced two way mirror to shut off the heater. All right that's enough for today, and Moors you're writing a double report for moral misconduct of theft of a military vehicle."

Moors got up, "worth it.", massaging his forearms.

"Hit the showers! You all smell like the nicest part of Nurgle!", Aldercon was done punishing the four marines for the time being. He enters into a small transition chamber where a blue arousal spray coats him. His face scrunches up and he starts spitting. "BLAH! WHY DOES THE DISINFECTANT TASTE LIKE BLACK BARRIES?!? SHA'KAL!", he calls out to the facilities only Salamander apothecary marine.

On the intercom, Sha'kal man's the controls, "It's a new edible formula sir! It's to prevent the others from consuming the original disinfectant.", he has always had everyone's well being in mind. Making sure that everyone, man, marine, animal or vegetable receives the best and safest care.

"WHOS THE NUMBNUTS THATS BEEN LICKING THEMSELVES CLEAN OF DISINFECTANT?!?", he angrily wipes his eyes and mouth. "Also why black barries?! I hate black barries!".

Sha'kal got up from his chair to give Aldercon a towel, "well it was the flavor that won the facility wide voting."

"oh the cruel beauty of democracy.... status report of the morning.", he shakes his head wiping off the fruity liquid.

Taking out a clip board, "well, reserves are well stocked for the month, the parameters of the fort have once again been triple checked and fortifed-"

"Ah good. Just the way I like it. Continue." A smile creeps up Aldercon's face ear to ear, chuffed to hear that so far everything is good.

As he and Aldercon walk through the expansive underground halls containing the day's reports, all forms of activity is occuring. Construction and excavations on the expanding territory of the Imperial Fists continues in full speed. Several Marines keep the place running in full operational standards to a Space Hulk on a much smaller scale.

"-and how is the ugh....what was that project that Ihorn was doing?", Aldercon reluctantly asked.

Sha'kal checked the notes he made in the back of one of the documents, "Oh yes....um the trainable bears. So biological augmentations on the bears have been successful. They've fully adapted to the nutrition supplements and seem to have adopted rather preferable behaviors.", the two of them walk to an enormous elevator shaft fit and strong enough to carry up to several tons worth of equipment.

After a few minutes of more briefing, they finally reach the surface level of the fort. Cleverly disguised as an abandoned farmhouse, the two Astartes march to the tattered barn, where most of the animals the Imperial Fists use for their own purposes.

"Ihorn! How are the bears doing?", he shouts to the shirtless marine.

Ihorn was originally a member of a company of Crimson fists stationed in Cadia for a temporary few decades, than was sent to a death planet. Now is perfectly content with animal training, he's the proud trainer of a team of eight, modified grizzly bears. "Ohoho, good morning Chaplain! Splendidly, look! Petunia is ready to have a litter again!", he proudly shows a gigantic grizzly bear, with a modified power pack permanently attached to the bear's back, tubes running along side her spine, ribs and head.

This was a bear made for the Imperium.

The bear stood up to intimidate the chaplain and Sha'kal. She had a furless bare belly, a side effect of the modifications made to her, slightly larger than normal due to the unnatural pregnancy. She let a low defensive growl.

"now now my sweet girl, you relax and concentrate on the cubs. Come on love.", Ihron takes a small clacker, clicks it a few times, snapping the bear back to its docile self.

Ihorn gives her an apple as a treat, giving her a stead pat in the back, "the girls always need to be spoiled. They perform better and are happier to do so.".

Impressed by the animal mastery Ihron has accomplished, Aldercon now wonders about something else, "The females? Why not the males?".

Giving a pensive thought, "well... I tried the males .....the females would kill and eat them", scratches Petunia behind the ears. "Shame really, I would like to see one fully grown.".

Sha'kal was standing in front of Aldercon in order to protect him from the bear, even if he was wearing an enlarged shirt with combat trousers. "Couldn't have you just, I don't know....not brutality alter this... innocent creature, it is in pain?", he looked at the unsightly handy work of one of the only members of the Adeptus mechanicus the fort had....a skitarii they named "Gibs".

"nonsense, I can tell she's pretty content. I've studied these lovely beasts for decades and she's just as content as a regular bear in captivity. Besides, if ever hear that measley little cord rat hurt any of my animals....I'll squish whatever is left of him.", he checks the power pack to see if it causing any discomfort.

Aldercon looks around at the other animals Ihron keeps in the barn, a few cows, some chickens specifically taken from an industrial farm several miles away and a few emotional support animals like sheep and domestic pigs. "Hmm. I see you're doing a good job. Primarch would be proud of your compassion for these beasts.", he gives him a firm handshake. He can't help but look back at the bear and attempt to intimidate her one last time.

She looked rather bored, until she was able to manipulate the muscles in her snout into a creepy, unnatural grin.

"oH sweet mother of-", he almost grabs his chest.

Ihorn and Sha'kal both laugh, "GOOD GIRL PETUNIA!", he gives her a hug for her little stunt.

Petunia gives a victorious roar, and gives Ihron a lick to the face.

As he continued to giggle, Sha'kal turned to see an unhumored Aldercon. "Oh my bad sir. We were planning that prank for weeks."

With a stern nod of head, "oh brother. Come on, let's continue the briefing".

The both of them leave the and head to the "farm house", as the two squeeze in through the threshold, a covert operation of digital surveillance is under way. As the two marine walk through, members of different chapters contribute to the complex communications system that has been spying the United States and several other countries decades before the FBI or the CIA.

"anything?", Aldercon quietly asked one member of the Ultramarines surveying the movement of the stock exchanges, monetary spending and shockingly enough the cash flow of several other developed nations on a set of 8 monitors. Hyperfocused, the marine just wags his finger 'no'. "Good work", he gives the marine a pat the back.

Walking over to an empty desk, he looks at the neatly kept but rather personalized workspace of the only confirmed Raven Guard in the country.

Letting out a deep disappointed sigh, "where is he?", he turns to see several members stop and look at the desk. Some of them silently nodding or gesturing uncertainty. "Has anyone here seen Wick?".

Giving a clarify cough, "um I believe he went 'to the field ', at least that's how he worded it to me.".

Aldercon is no stranger to rebellious behavior. When he first appeared on Earth around a hundred and twenty years ago, he had at several points been married, has had children and watched them grow up throughout their stages of life. He is certain this is one of those times, however a human teenage son is one thing, a fully grown adult Astartes fresh from his time as a neophyte is a completely different matter of frustration. "I see.....well ....did he keep his tracking system on?"

One of the fist's working on GPS tracking searches for Wick's location. "Ah yes, he is currently in Nevada."

He takes a double take, "WHAT?!"

The fist looks at the data on Wick's location. "Hmm...he's on the move but he is in government airspace."

Cupping his hands to his temples, massaging away the pent up frustrations he had just built up. "Can things get ANY more complicated?"

"3 Boogies at 12 o'clock sir. Heading to the north side of the wall.", one of the other Marines announces.

"oh goodie....the sons of Russ.... just in for a visit.", he isn't much better hearing this.

"wait they have a civilian with them", suddenly he feels the room's tone change from tense to dangerous.

Seething with rage, one rule Aldercon has been strict on enforcing is the restricted access of the Fort to moral humans. ".....Ssssssssteeeennnnnnnnnn......". He leaves fuming.

"oh dear, Aldercon please calm down!", Sha'kal runs after the chaplain in hopes he doesn't kill anyone on the way to the wall.

The room stood quite, with nothing but the beeps and pings of the monitors. All of them had gone right back to work.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

As the trees past the four us, with the wind on my face and the careful dodging of branches, it felt like I was flying. I couldn't believe this was happening. Not only the cabin, but a pack of mysterious space soldiers? Forget about the inheritance money, this beats that any day!

However, I should be a little more careful with being caught up in this, I barely know these men. For all I know they could be making it up ...the more I think about it, the more I wonder why all this? Was this something I genuinely deserved? What if something else happens?

The trio stop, Sten smells the air, trying to pick up a sent. "this way.", he points his body to the direction of the mountain range nearby. As the pack continues, I have a sudden nagging feeling crawl up my spine.

"wait, you guys said this was a fort right?", I ask loudly as the brushing of leaves slightly drowns my voice out.

Fjord, practically prancing in the brush, "yes lass! It's an Imperial Fist fort! Best in the business and probably filled to the brim with traps! It's gonin to be fun!".

"Ay, are you daft!? The girl is with us, and she doesn't have any armor! Unless she's some covert Battle Sister I say we be careful.", As Toke dodged a branch, he tossed one on to what looked like a safe clearing but was actually a huge automatic trap.

I began to worry, I didn't care if these guys were heavily armored or if I didn't know them, I just didn't want them getting hurt.

"tis all right Lorey, we will keep you safe. I won't let any harm come to you.", I could feel Sten's grip adjusting to secure me. The fact he carried me here was a feat in it's own.

Their pace slowed down and soon we reached a concrete wall. This was bigger than anything current military fencing, it just looked like a thick, eerie wall. I could see graffiti and posters scattered throughout. "What the....who...built this?", I could imagine the workforce that took the time to do it.

"well, it looks we're going up!", Toke had pressed a few buttons on his arms, switching on a set of claws on his gauntlets.

Sten placed me down gently to do the same, "my dear, you will have to climb up onto my back, I have switched off the power pack so the exhaust ports do not burn you.".

I it was only now I noticed the jetpack on his back, it looked like it had little let engines on it, I climbed up and held tight. "Well, ugh...you guys are going to climb the wall, shouldn't you guys have a rope or something?".

Fjord chuckled a little, "no lass, we can handle this little obstacle all on our own.", enabling his own set of claws, the three had made a running start to the Wall's surface. All ready clearing 10 feet up the concrete barrier.

Suddenly, someone shouts from the other side.

"HAULT! PASSWORD!", the voice commanded.

No one knew what to say or do.....I had begun to worry.

"YOUR MOTHER!", unsurprisingly Fjord had the perfect response.

The sound of scuffling metal plating quickly making it's way to the top, loud exacerbated huffing and a yellow helmet peaking furiously from the top.

"PASSWORD REJECTED!", the yellow armored man then pointed a shockingly large gun at Fjord. The second the trigger was fired, that same horrifying blast erupted from the barrel like a high-speed rocket. Nearly hitting Fjord.

Dodging with unnatural grace and speed, Fjord quickly climbed up before and tackled the guard, both falling back behind the wall.

Judging from the time it took to hear a THUD, they may have fell rough 25 feet down.

I was still recovering from the shots fired, I turn to see a crater on the side of the wall where Fjord had dodged what I assumed was a missile. "FJORD! Oh crap is he ok?!".

Toke and Sten quicken their pace up the wall.

"Do not worry about him, the fall will knock some sense in him.", Toke clawed at the concrete.

As soon as the three have reached the top of the wall, we were met with several of them pointing guns at our direction....and one big furious looking guy with greyed hair was staring daggers at us.

"STEN! YOU TAKE ONE MORE STEP WITH THAT MORTAL CIVILIAN HERE AND I WILL PUT YOUR IDIOT BROTHER DOWN!", he points to Fjord pinned down to the ground by two other Marines, trying to bite their hands.

Sten and Toke had locked it up.

"You know just as well as I do that killing another Astartes is not deeply frowned upon, and in our current circumstance....an act of heresy on its own!", Sten stood his ground, but I can tell he was trying to cooperate.

I was starting to feel guilty for being in this mess, "Sten what's going on?".

"Do not fret, Aldercon is just a little more cautious than the rest of us ....", he tried to assure me, however I've been in enough situations to know that stare of his had a history.

End of Log 6

@kit-williams @barn-anon

#space marine husbandry #warhammer 40k #survival log #imperial fists #space marine #space marines #space marine husbandry sentience

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littlemissmanga · 10 months

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Hey hun,

Mind if I throw a request in? Could you do “Are you wearing my shirt…and only my shirt?” with Wrecker?

Anyway hope all is well <3

Hi dearie!

Of course I don't mind! And ABSOLUTELY THIS ONE. I immediately thought "Wrecker" when I saw it on the list and was hoping someone would send it in!! I may have just written it anyway lol

I'm sorry, though, I said fuck it to the 200 word limit. This is too good to restrain, though I kept it under 1k.

Send me one of the following for a 200 word clone drabble

Pairing: Wrecker x f!Reader

W/C: 733

Warning: NSFW, spice below the cut y'all so 18+ only. (but only the last paragraph so you can still read most of the prompt and just stop there and be ok if you don't want spice).

Wrecker felt bad, but a little white lie wasn’t gonna hurt anyone. And it was believable that he’d forget something.

So when the rest of the Batch stayed at Cid’s thinking he was running back to the ship to grab something, he slipped through the back alleys to your apartment. He just didn’t want his brothers teasin’ him and taking his time away from you.

He had spent a few nights with you before, and now that he was back planetside, he couldn’t wait to be where he had started to consider home. That it would be a surprise made a smile spread easy over his lips.

Taking the steps two at a time, Wrecker punched in the code to your front door with barely restrained exuberance. In fact, he was so excited to finally have you in his arms, he didn’t fully register the sight in front of him before shouting.

“Where’s my sweet-”

Recognition stole his words as heat coursed through him. You had also frozen, a spoon caught between your teeth, interrupted mid-bite. But that wasn’t what got him. No what stole his words was how you sat — with each inch of your bare legs visible as they crisscrossed in front of you. Raising his eyes, he nearly lost it at the sight of your torso drowning in a shirt far too large for you, the black fabric looking very familiar.

“Wrecker!” You leapt from your seat to run to him, but before you could reach for him, Wrecker caught your arms, holding you lightly but firmly out in front of him.

“A-are you wearing my shirt?”

“Huh?” You looked down, tugging out the hem to make the shirt look even larger on you. Wrecker swallowed, hard. “Oh, yeah. I didn’t think you’d be back so soon. I … I like wearing them when you’re gone. Sorry.”

Your voice got quiet at the end of your explanation, your eyes darting demurely to the side. But Wrecker’s thoughts grew much louder and bolder as his smile returned.

“Oh no, don’t you apologize. Kriff, you look so good in that.”

He pulled you into him and knelt to get a good hold at the top of your thighs to lift you to his level. He wanted to kiss you until neither of you could breathe, and distance was his enemy to that end. But as he stood to his full height, you in his arms, he felt nothing but the flesh of your ass brush the top of his fingers.

A wry brow lifted, and Wrecker tightened his grip as a wave of heat coursed through him. “Heh, are you wearing only my shirt, pretty girl?” he asked playfully.

Maker, he wished his cybernetic eye could record the way Tech’s goggles could because he never wanted to forget how karking adorable you were when you nodded bashfully.

“It’s laundry day,” you said, as if that was an explanation he should understand. But he didn’t care. All he needed to understand was that you were in his arms, wearing literally nothing but his clothing and barely even that.

He let his hand slide higher, his fingers brushing against your core, groaning at the wetness that greeted him. You jolted in his grip, hands flying to his shoulders and holding on tight.

As if he would ever drop you. As if he would ever let you go.

“You been getting my shirt all wet and messy?” He grumbled, grinning at how you shiver in response to his voice so close to your ear.

“N-not on purpose,” you huffed, pride curling in him at your breathlessness. He dragged the tip of his finger through your folds to press against your clit, groaning again at your responding mewl.

The sounds you made could make him cum right there if he were a weaker man.

“Well, I say we do it on purpose.”

His shirt stayed on as he kissed you. It stayed on as he laid you out before him like a buffet, rucked up just enough to display everything you had to offer his eager tongue. It stayed on as he opened you up on his fingers, earning more of those pretty sounds as you came around him. And it stayed on as he flipped you over and bent you over the couch he found you on, taking his pleasure as he gave you yours.

Tagging @merkitty49 and @wreckers-wife since I know you both love the big guy as much as L and I do :)

#girl i had way too much fun with this #i was so excited I wrote it over my lunch break #couldn't get these thots out of my head #thank you thank you thank you #wrecker x reader #tbb wrecker x reader #tbb wrecker x you #tbb wrecker #tbb #the bad batch #tbb fanfic #my sweet wrecker

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 8 months

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Ooo I’ve missed you!!! This idea just came to me if it’s okay!!

Can I please request a Big brothers!Tangerine and Lemon x Younger sister!reader where when they’re on the Bullet Train, things of theirs keep disappearing, the case, their phones, wallets, etc… Turns out Y/n, a 15 year old girl had been pickpocketing the both of them, and she’s so good at it that the two expert assassins didn’t even notice until she took something bigger lol, the case hshs. Anyways, after they deal with the Prince, they come in guns blazing expecting the thief to be another assassin, not just a kid. They take her under their wing?

Y/n reminds them of a younger them? (Also she’s a foster kid like they were)

hii!! ive missed you !! and yes, ofc, always! love it, I did change the age to 17, hope that’s okay, just so it’s closer to be an adult (as I only really write adult readers) thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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sneaky findings

tangerine x fem!reader x lemon (platonic)

word count: 740

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

You haven't been dealt a good hand in life, so you've had to supplement it in other ways. Your ways just so happened to be dipping into the pockets of others- literally.

Because you were a child in the foster system, you moved around a lot. You regularly met new kids, and so you'd pick up on tips and tricks from the others- granted, most of them were illegal, but better yet, they were tricks that became a habit and what would later become the reason for your survival.

And this brings you to today: sitting patiently on the bullet train at Tokyo station with your ticket and last 200 yen. You were in desperate need of a little extra cash, so you were hoping and counting on some good finds on your trip to Kyoto.

When the train left the station, you got up as inconspicuously as possible, avoiding attention as you sneaked down the aisles, slipping your hand into the passenger's pockets and swiftly back into your own. When you were in the connecting carriage area and safe, you would assess your findings.

Usually, you were pretty lucky: new makes of phones, fancy watches and sometimes genuine gold bangles. So far, it wasn't so good, just a couple packs of gum and mostly empty wallets.

You try your luck in the next carriage, immediately spotting a couple of Englishmen in designer suits up ahead. They weren't your typical target, but you had a solid feeling about these two- they were bound to have some expensive things for you to pocket and sell.

You slowly walk down the aisle, a brochure in hand as you pretend to read through it, skimming over the page to create the illusion. Once you are sure they're busy with the other guy at the table, you slip your hand into their pockets, pulling out their wallets and phones.

You reach the end of the carriage and stop once more to assess your findings before spotting something in the luggage area, the silver briefcase you overheard. Grabbing it as quickly as possible, you hide it in your bag, covering it with the scarf you stole from earlier today.

After a few more snatchings, you stroll to the lounge and instantly slump into the comfy seats, kicking your feet up on the opposite chair. The area was empty, so you could finally add up your profits from today in peace. You did a lot better than you thought, especially with that promising silver case. You just had to get in there first to calculate your total earnings.

—

"Oi, you!" a voice calls out from behind, startling you.

You sink lower in your chair, hiding the exposed back of your head.

"I can still see you."

"That’s the girl?" another one says. "She's a kid?" his voice getting closer.

"You stole all our shit," the first says, walking towards you. "Think it's funny?" He snarks, pushing your feet away to sit on the opposing seat.

"No," you shrug, pulling your findings closer to you.

"Take it easy, mate. She's only a kid."

"A kid? Lem, she stole all our shit."

"It's pretty impressive if you think about it."

"My stop is coming up," you lie, adjusting yourself to stand.

"Hm, yeah, I don't think so," the first guy shakes his head, holding his hand up. "You're gonna tell us how you knicked our stuff, then give us our shit back."

The other guy stands beside him, crossing his arms, staring you down as if to intimate you. "Nah, I'm just kidding," he laughs. "Just tryna scare you, but didn't work," he grins, nodding to his partner as he mouths something, then turning back to you. "Lemon, and this is my brother, Tangerine."

"Like the fruit? I like it."

"That's the first," Tangerine scoffs, shaking his head. "You're a bit young to be travelling alone, aren't ya?" He asks, glancing around the empty carriage.

"No," you shrug.

"How old are ya?" Lemon asks.

"Seventeen,"

"One sec," he says, pulling his brother aside. "We really could use the extra hands. Could you imagine how well we'd do? ... she sorta reminds me of us."

"I can hear you," you interrupt. "Not being very quiet and assassiny."

"Zip it," Tangerine says over his shoulder.

"What'd ya say? That a yeah?"

"Yeah, fine," Tangerine sighs, walking over to you and snatching back his phone and wallet.

"Wanna join us?"

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tan taglist: @tangerinesgf @kpopgirlbtssvt @angel-of-new-orleans @earth-elemental18 @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @thewinterv @navs-bhat @ilovetangerinewithallmyheart @theredvelvetbitch @randomawesomeperson102 @lov3lypeaches7 @princess-pebbles-things @astermath @dynamitehacke @boldlyimportantface @charmedkim @fruitlovertangerine @psiiconic @bubblezuku @sporadiccherryblossom @landryslove @daenerys-supremacy @dontknownameauthor @honestly-who-even-is-this

#tangerine #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #tangerine fanfiction #tangerine and lemon #lemon x sister reader #lemon bullet train #tangerine x sister reader #lemon and tangerine

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connectionterminated13 · 3 days

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What was Jeremy’s and Mikes first interaction like in the fallout AU ? Did Jeremy know what ghouls were or was he in for a bit of a shock lol

I've been waiting to talk about this!! I hope you don't mind if I write out their whole interaction :)

Jeremy wakes up pulling out his gun to see some kind of man rooting through his bag, He can't see the Man in the dim light of the dying fire but the man is thin and sickly looking.

Jeremy: Stealing isn't nice you know?

Michael immediately stops trying to rob Jeremy and puts his hands up, He's very used to people try to shoot at him after all so he knows what to do in this situation.

Jeremy: Now let's start with names I'm Jeremy! And you are?

Michael: Michael, I'm not Ferrell don't shoot! I was just hungry I'm a night guard and I thought you were dead and I'm sorry!

Jeremy: Oh well if you were hungry you could have just asked! Don't you surface people know sharing and is Caring?

Michael is confused. There's something very wrong about this man. He doesn't talk like Any person Michael has known in the past 200 years...

Jeremy: Speaking of I'm from a vault! vau-

Michael's eyes widen, Instinctively he steps forward slightly meaning he is now in the light of the fire

Michael: You're from a vault! I didn't know you guys were still-

Jeremy screams stepping back the gun shaking in his hand, He looks Michael up-and-down noticing his Rotting purple skin, expose teeth/mouth And the stink of rot emanating from him

Jeremy: AcH!!

Michael: It's OK! I'm not a monster! I just I'd just would people look like up here now so you don't need to shoot me!! please don't shoot me..

Michael tries to put his hands up further as a show of surrender, He tries to smile but knows it probably comes off more threatening

Jeremy: My-y mom warned me about people like you! Are we taking what does it belong to you consuming people were fun!

Jeremy is shaking in terror, Mike praise to any God that might exist that this scared dweller doesn't shoot him in the face

Jeremy: You are bloody communist!!

Michael: Yes! I'm a ghoul but I'm not- what

Michael is incredibly confused

Jeremy: My mom told me bedtime stores about how you people destroyed the world! I should have known when you talked in your weird funny voice!

Michael realizes that the vault Jeremy must have came from is incredibly sheltered/very very stupid

Michael: Hey I'm not a communist I'm open red-blooded American just like you! And that is just vocal cord decay and an accent..

Jeremy Is clearly still frightened but pulled himself together

Jeremy: Well if you're not then you're gonna tell me where Mother flipping Yellow rabbit guy went With my little brother..

Michael's eyes light up slightly

Michael: I don't know where he is but I know we're looking for the same guy! And I could help you! I know the wasteland I'm a friend-I promise!

Jeremy considers this for a moment

Jeremy: I'm sorry

Jeremy lowers his gun, Michael is very confused by this, this is a confusing evening for him

Jeremy: No Communist would ever try to help me.. Plus it was mean for me to scream at you it's not your fault you're a Strange mutant.

Michael lets out a confused laugh

Michael: Thank you I guess?

Michael has never had anyone who he's tried to rob be this kind to him hell Michael hasn't experienced this level of kindness since pre-war times

Jeremy: No if you say sorry for stealing, I'll give you some of the Sam which my mom packed and We can become real friends

Michael: Extremely sorry for stealing!

Jeremy smiled walking over to Michael and holding out his hand for a handshake

Jeremy: Jeremy Fitzgerald at your service! I'm sorry I'm first meeting with Mike that I look forward to being friends and campaigns in our shared goal to defeat the dastardly rabbit that stole my younger brother!

Michael stared down at the hand before hesitantly shaking it

There you go love it first sight for real❤ Sorry for this being so long and writing a whole chat I'm just goofy like that :3

#Fallout x fnaf au #michael afton #jeremy fitzgerald

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neutronity · 9 months

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Heaven Official Blessing Thoughts

To avoid shouting into my friends' faces about this series, I'll shout some things here. Be warned, spoilers (sort of).

HuaLian is a god tier ship.

Why? Easy. Because it's another take on the fan ascending trope, which is hard to do well. It's a ship that at first, XL is a literal God who has asked a small hopeless and luckless child to live from him. Talk about an imbalance, right?

Well, sometimes those worshipful and obsessive relationships end in tragedy and darkness. But here, while Hua Cheng's obsessive worship never disappears, it becomes something that is consented to. Xie Lian knows of this, and he leans into it.

Add to that, Hua Cheng spent 800+ years growing himself to become someone worthy of protecting Xie Lian. He became matched in power and cleverness to the one who he devoted himself to.

When they finally reunite, Hua Cheng is Xie Lian's equal. Not just in terms of martial prowess either, but in terms of banter and intelligence and power. Hua Cheng might not have been working so hard to guarantee that he was a worthy partner to Xie Lian, but he sure became one.

Fate ordained that their paths would cross and they would be bound to each other by the red string of fate, but it was ultimately their choice too. Hua Cheng chose Xie Lian when he was still a fledgling god, and his choice never wavered. Xie Lian too chose Hua Cheng, over and over again. There is no doubt that although Hua Cheng would continue to protect Xie Lian, he never would force Xie Lian to be with him.

People say that these two invented love, but I think the thing that made this work so beautifully well is not the destined love, but instead the chosen love.

BeefLeaf is what ships are made of

MXTX does a really good job wading into moral ambiguity. The demon kings are good as much as bad, and the gods are as bad as they are good.

So when Shi Qingxuan finds out that his brother stole someone else's fate to make him a god, and that person lost so much because of it, we're faced with asking what the price of revenge is.

We also find out that Shi Qingxuan does not bear a grudge for what He Xuan does to his brother, and that he does not change who he is when he's stripped of godhood and becomes a beggar. He is still cheerful and gregarious, still makes friends easily.

A ray of sunshine who forgives the vengeance-driven (ghost) king of gloom? And once He Xuan has gotten his revenge, instead of fading away, he's still there fixing the windmaster fan? Delicious. Delectable. Scrumptious.

We also learn that most of the gods had abandoned Shi Qingxuan nearly the moment everything fell apart, even with how generous and gregarious he always was. Xie Lian is one of the only people who remains his friend.

He Xuan, even against his will, also can't help but remain friends with the former Windmaster.

It's not canon at all, but my BeefLeaf loving brain says He Xuan stays and takes care of Shi Qingxuan until Shi Qingxuan ascends again. And even though it's clear that they're married, He Xuan still denies it.

Banyue and Pei Xiu

Ghost/God pairings are just too good. We know what Jun Wu was going for in setting up Xie Lian to take the fall for Pei Xiu's banishment, but it's also clear to me that instead of making an enemy, Xie Lian's defense and protection of Banyue (and likely jogging Pei Xiu's memory of General Hua) earned Xie Lian another dedicated ally.

I don't think Pei Xiu ever told Banyue that he was in love with her. And honestly, a 200 year banishment into the mortal realm meant 200 years away from Heavenly duties so he could be with his beloved ghost girl.

Another not-canon, but I like to imagine Banyue decides to restore her land and the oasis, and goes the route of the kiln to do so, becoming the third kickass supreme in love with a god.

Ling Wen deserves a vacation

Yes yes, the grandmaster scholar bends the way the wind blows, but can we really blame her? Poor woman has not gotten a break in centuries because she is so damn good at her job that people mistake her for a man and Heaven falls to shambles when she's gone for less than a week.

She is a queen amongst gods, and even as she will stab you in the back if she has to choose between you and her survival? Well... maybe if you gave her a vacation and some rest here and there she wouldn't have to plot your demise, okay?

Xie Lian seems to be one of the only people who comments on this and actually insists she take a vacation, and Hua Cheng is basically the worst person in the universe to make an enemy of, so perhaps Ling Wen will determine that loyalty to Xie Lian is the best way to go, and even finds that she doesn't hate that fact.

What can I say, I am a Ling Wen stan.

#random tgcf thoughts #not even really meta #hualian #beefleaf #ban yue x pei xiu #ling wen is all-knowing

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scarlett-vixen · 2 years

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Can I have D - Dance with mammon and it be fluff please

Congrats on 200+ followers!! :D 🎉🎉🎉

Tysm!!! You were the one that convinced me to post my Pirate Mammon ideas so I have you to thank for getting this blog started basically 💖 I’ll write Mammon fluff for you anytime😌

Prompt: D-Dance

Pairing: Mammon x Gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Once again Diavolo had gotten the grand idea to throw another Gala and once again you found yourself being fought over by the brothers. This time however Lord Diavolo himself had intervened, pulling you away from the pack of jealous demons and asking you to join him for “a brief moment”.

You glanced at the massive clock hanging on the other side of the ballroom, you wanted to know Diavolo’s definition of “brief”, two hours had passed and you were still stuck at this table listening to a conversation you didn’t really care about.

Originally Diavolo had brought you over to discuss some things for the exchange program, Solomon and Barbatos were already at the table when you joined, naturally Lucifer had been included as well receiving some choice words and rude gestures from his brothers about how unfair that was.

Somewhere along the way the conversation derailed as the resident wizard once again brought up a topic not appropriate for the occasion, Diavolo of course wanted to know more, Barbatos tried to redirect his young master and Lucifer wanted Solomon to shut up, so now you were stuck at a table with three confused and annoyed demons and one very smug wizard.

You managed to tune them out and started looking out into the crowd on the dance floor, you were able to spot a few of the brothers having a good time, one however was not.

Off to the side of the room, back against the wall and arms crossed, was a very disgruntled Mammon. It was unusual to see him sulking, typically he was the life of the party right along with Asmo, there was really only one thing that ever made him upset.

For a brief moment the two of you made eye contact, you could see him tense up even with the distance between you, then he quickly turned and exited through a door leading out on to a balcony.

You’d had enough of this conversation, clearly they were not getting back on topic anytime soon, so you made a break for it and slipped away to follow the second born.

You made your way through the crowd, carefully avoiding the sight of the other five brothers, and found the door Mammon had escaped through.

“What are you doing out here?” You shut the balcony door quietly behind you, trying not to alert any other guests to your exit.

“Got tired of watching Asmo get asked to dance repeatedly, what about you? Aren’t ya supposed to be with Lucifer and them?” He sat on the rail of the balcony, looking out at the courtyard below, you caught him glance at you for a second.

“I got tired of him flirting with Diavolo.” You joked, hoping to get a laugh from him but instead he rolled his eyes and looked even more upset.

“Typical, he steals ya away from me before I can ask ya to dance and then he spends the whole night worshipping Diavolo.”

“Well technically Lord Diavolo stole me this time, Lucifer showed up later.” He shot you a dirty look but it quickly faded when he saw the teasing grin on your face.

“Yeah whatever, you know what I meant. Seems like everyone gets to spend time with ya at these stupid dances except me. Hell, even Barbatos has spent more time with ya tonight than I have!” His wings twitched slightly in annoyance, you rarely got to see him in his demon form which was a shame, he always looked stunning like this.

“Well,” you slowly made your way over to him, stopping a few inches in front of him “why don’t you ask me now?”

“To dance??” His head snapped towards you, cheeks shaded a rosy pink, you had to stop yourself from laughing. He was so adorable when flustered.

“Sure, I don’t see any of your brothers out here to steal me away, so your chances look pretty good.” You could almost see the dots connecting in his mind.

“Well, uh, I mean…do-do ya want to, ya know…I guess we could…if ya want” This time you didn’t stop the laughter, he was too precious to watch, here he was with the golden opportunity to ask you to dance and he couldn’t even form the sentence.

You decided to help him out, taking his hand and gently pulling him from his seat on the rail towards you, placing your arms around his neck and smiling up at him. His whole face bright red and body entirely stiff, Mammon had hugged you about a million times but you’d never know that from his current state, this was a whole new experience for him.

He finally had you alone for himself at one of these dumb dances, the music from inside leaked out into the night air through a few open windows, you looked absolutely breathtaking as usual. The Avatar of Greed had to remind himself that he was in fact still in the Devildom and not back in the Celestial Realm, he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him, this was worth the wait.

You pressed a light kiss on his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder, Mammon held you a little tighter and you felt his wings move to encase the two of you, you were his for the rest of the evening. You closed your eyes as the two of you gently swayed to the sound of the distant music, you knew Lucifer would probably lecture you for abandoning the table but you didn’t care, this was the only place you wanted to be.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me mammon #om! mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon fluff #obey me mammon x gn!reader #omswd mammon #kats 200+ event

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sadgurls-blog · 3 months

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My Story Animated

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My Bestie’s Boyfriend Fell In Love With Me

The School Bully Treats Me Like A Princess

I got 20 million followers in Tiktok, and now my parents abandoned me

Girls are Jealous of Me Despite of ALL MY Conditions

Paparazzi Chase Me Since I Was A Baby

I turned a homeless into a billionaire then he left me

Mom Isn't Happy That I'm a Successful Singer

My Dad Have A Bank: My Incredible Story (pt1, pt2)

I Got The Worst Fake BF To Make My Crush Jealous

I Dated 10 Guys! The Last One Is Going To Change Everything

The Beautiful Olivia

The President Hired Me

I Found A Way To Time Travel (pt1, pt2, full mini movie)

I Dated My E’s Billionaire Friend As Revenge

I'm The Top In Everything

Me And My Dad Traveling The World Together

Someone Gave Me A 1 Million Dollar Tip

i am too awkward

They Kidnapped Me

I'm Too Shy

My Brother Tricked All My Gf’s To Breakup With Me

I have two personalities. I can’t choose.

I Can’t Tell Anyone My Name

I Had Amnesia And Woke Up Married To A Billionaire

Oops! Hired an Actor as My Bodyguard

i found out why i am pretty

I Was Raised to Be a Criminal

The good and bad of Popularity

People Think I'm Innocent, But I'm Not

I Met MrBeast

I spent all my dad money in 33 days

how a real life princess goes to school

I Started Living Alone at 15

My drama is Worse than Selena Gomez& Hailey Bieber

My Bestie's Ex Likes Me

Switched At Birth

I’m the Tallest Girl Dating the Tallest Boy. We’re Giants

Enjoy life like there is no tomorrow

I Changed My Face To Take Revenge

i have to tell the truth

I’m A Famous Teen Actress, I Do What I Want

Ellie The Hacker

I'm Being Bullied By The People Who Adopted Me, What Happens Next Is Shocking

The Story I Wrote Became My Life

I'm Salish Matter And This Is My Story

My Sister Has The Only Thing I Want In Life

I Paid My Best Friend GF To Fake Date Me

I Lost All My Money So My Bestie Made Me Her Maid

My Stepdaughter Hates Me

We’re a Celebrity Family & We Have NO Privacy

I ruined my $1,000 Louis Vuitton Shirt

I Moved in with my boyfriend at 16

I Bet I Can Make A guy Fall In Love With Me In 14 Days

Billionaire Girls Fight Over Me. I'm a Poor Guy

I made the 3 school billionaire heartthrobs fight over me

i'm Too TALL

#msa #my story animated #fake stories #my story animated stories #youtube stories

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Pigs (p*lice) came in my house, dragged me (literally) down the stairs, DURING A PANIC ATTACK. People are trying to frame my brother for stealing an driving a car my brother can NOT drive. They stole our personal use green that they did NOT have a warrant for and we have a medical card. The borough says our house Is not habitable. They took the bullets that I found in the park that was an Offering to Loki. They say they are looking for a 5'10"-6' lightskinned male and a chubby white guy. My brother is 5'5". THEY DID NOT GIVE US THE WARRANT BEFORE ENTERING THE HOUSE. They took a legal gun. They were all very rude. and they cuffed us all and left us in the heat where i almost had a asthma attack luckily a nice neighbor came and gave me water. my brother was taken into custody while he had a panic attack. they would not leave my room so icould get dress because i sleep naked and i have been sexually assaulted and them being in my room contributed to my panic attack which they then said i was lying about. WE WOKE UP WITH GUNS IN OUR FACES. FUCK THIS TOWN AND FUCK THE POLICE

many of them did not have body cameras on. the DA did NOT sign the warrant. they kept misgendering me no matter how many times i said im not a fucking girl. they took a hoodie and a book back that collectively costs 300$ they only had a warrant for surveillance footage and an illegal stolen gun and ammo. they broke our cameras trying to find shit that doesn’t exist those cameras were 200$ each we had 4 cameras. they did not have an arrest warrant they lied to us about what was being searched they went through my old, used, testosterone needles. They dumped my dirty diapers all over my floor (I have them for medical reasons) they gave me more trauma than i already had. I can no longer watch my favorite shows since they are about p*lice. They ruined my favorite shirt it had so many good memories and now it's ruined. I'm scared to be alone I'm scared to be I this town. We are homeless now because they decided to fuck up our house the day of inspection. We hav no money at all, all the money we make from delivery driving goes to the motel. The p*lice did NOTHING about the guy who shot up our house when I confronted them all they said was "we're working on it" and the fucker was RIGHT BEHIND THEM!!

these are my injuries from how these pigs treated me

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staywhore · 2 years

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burn it all down

she's mine part two

bangchan x reader

genre: dark romance

warning: violence, chan low key being a creep but in a sexy way..

an: part two is out and I'm going to start part three tonight. idk if i'll post it, but I'm getting her written!

tag list: @hanniegoo @hanjisbeloved @spiderrenjunfics

series homepage / part one

Her body has finally given out. Her frail, pale body finally gave into the trauma that I caused.

That’s right.

I killed every single person in that church.

And I’d do it all over again if that meant taking what’s rightfully mine.

Because y/n is mine.

She was never meant for Felix.

The day he fucked me over and then stole her away from me was the day that he sealed his fate.

And now his soul will burn for the rest of eternity.

The rage boils under my skin, but as I tighten my hold on my girl the emotion slowly simmers before dissipating. A pang of fear leaves as quickly as it comes as her arms go limp, falling from their rightful place around my neck. I pause my breathing and wait until I hear her slow breaths and watch the gentle rise and fall of her chest. As I carry her away from the church my people surround us. My second comes directly beside me, almost bumping her head. A hiss escapes my lips before I can stop it. He pauses and keeps a step away from me after that. “Boss, mission complete. Only one survivor out of nearly 200.” I nod acknowledging him, not wanting to look away from y/n’s unconscious form in my arms.

“Do you want to burn it down now?” He stops a couple of feet behind me. Another one of my soldiers opens the black sedan before me and I carefully set my girl’s fragile body on the seat. Before closing the door, I grab a blanket stored under the seat and wrap it around her as best as I can. I close the door and turn back to Minho. “Is the cadaver in place?” I move until we are standing shoulder to shoulder facing the chapel.

The white exterior is weather-worn in a rustic way, with ivy climbing sections randomly. The covered entrance hangs over a sandy brown porch surrounded by tall white columns. Matching wooden stairs lead to a rounded set of white french style doors that come to a sharp point at the top.

The wide doors are surrounded on either side by waist-high donation pedestals with a lock box placed on top. The bell tower looms over the whole scene. Looking at the whole building puts a bad taste in my mouth thinking that this very same bell would be rung in celebration of Felix’s marriage to my girl. I have to spit in an attempt the get the taste of jealously and rage out of my mouth.

She’s mine now.

Truly and wholly mine.

From now until death.

Whether she wants to or not.

I knew she’d be mine since the day I first laid eyes on her.

It was nearly 5 years ago to this day.

Not only the night that I just met her, but the night she met Felix.

That was the last night of Felix’s and my partnership.

We had started our control of this city almost a year before that night and he became restless for more sooner than I could have predicted.

He wanted the whole world and was willing to burn me until nothing was left but ashes to get it.

He would have succeeded if only he had made sure I stayed dead.

And I’m not going to make the same mistake that my imbecile of a brother made.

I’m going to make sure he stays dead.

“Burn it all down.” That was all I said before I heard the go-head from Minho and then heat seared behind me. I couldn’t help as my lips turned up into a smirk.

I win.

I slide myself into the car and before I can get settled my driver takes off. I hold y/n’s still unconscious form, reveling in the feel of her in my arms. After so long, it feels as good as I have imagined. I can feel my cock hardening at the thought of being able to finally claim her as mine fully. I try to distract myself from my arousal with the reality of our situation. When she finds out it was me who killed not just Felix but all her family and friends, she’s not going to come to me freely. I planned for this though. I will sway her to my side with the truth of my brother’s plan to burn down any and everyone who got in the way of his plan to spite me, including her.

Her face is lax with sleep. The darkness of her features and the blood of our enemies does nothing to diminish her beauty. She is my rose among billions of thorns. Even with the stench of death, I can smell her sweet scent. I lean down, running my nose along the column of her neck breathing in her sweetness deeply. I close my eyes and let the air settle in my lungs, something corrects in my chest and my whole body comes together like all I was missing was her. She makes me feel whole.

~y/ns pov

I wake up to the softness of a bed encasing me. The down of the pillow cradles my head, willing me to fall back into another dreamless slumber. My arms fly above my head, my toes point and my spine straighten, in a stretch as it feels like every bone cracks in my body. Relaxing back in the coziness of the bed, I reach to my left in search of my fiance.

My world freezes.

Every muscle in my body tightens.

My eyes flutter open ignoring the blinding light of the sun reflecting from the cream-colored walls.

I push my body up into a sitting position despite the pain that throbs in my head and neck.

Once my eyes finally adjust to the light my attention settles on the man sitting in a lilac and gold french style chaise lounge. His legs spread, feet pointing towards the bed. His elbows resting on his knees and his chin is resting on his fisted hands. He’s staring hard at me and I look down to see that my chest is exposed to him. I feel the heat run up my neck and to my cheeks. I quickly pull the bed sheet to cover myself, breaking his spell from my body.

“Well good morning darling.” He says with a smile on his face as he leans back in the lounge, his erection on full display beneath his light gray slacks.

#bangchan x reader #skz #skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids #bangchan fanfic #bang chan #she's mine series #staywhore

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nomorerww · 1 year

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What was the most disappointing Christmas gift you saw someone get?

I get choked up telling this but I will. In 1987 I was 7 years old, my parents had divorced and my father paid my mother $20 a month for 3 kids. Now this was pretty pathetic already, but he had not paid her for 6 months. Anyhow my mother was struggling to make ends meet, we had very little food in the house and I did not know it at the time but my mum was starving so the food would last longer for us kids. Christmas day my father turns up and accuses my mother of being a drug addict (I assure you she's not) and told her I'm not paying cash anymore or she will spend it in drugs. He gave her a Christmas card and inside was 2 gift cards for the local supermarket totalling $200, he even said “Merry Christmas" to her as this was all the owed money and then some more. My mother did not care, she would have used $200 cash for food anyhow. She took what little she had in cash and used it to buy fuel for her car, we drove to the supermarket and loaded two trollies (1987 $200 went a long way) mum even purchased Froot Loops for us kids, it was a happy day…… Well until we got to the check out. The bill came to $199.90, mum presented the 2 gift cards, they were both declined. People stared at her, and the store accused her of stealing the gift cards, they told her to leave or they would call the police. People stared at us, and my mother left so embarrassed. My younger brother was 4, he was crying as the Froot Loops were taken from his hands.

What actually happened: My deadbeat father stole the gift cards from the store, however their is no money in them despite them saying $100 on each. You see if you want to purchase the card you need to take them to the counter and pay the face value, then the card is activated and can be used in the store. A few days later my mother collapsed from starvation, we had apple trees next door at the neighbours farm, we took some for my mother, she ate apples for 5 days straight. It gets worse however, when my father was confronted by my mother a big argument broke out, my father accused my mother of lying and then refused to pay her any child support for another 4 months as he had given her $200.

Over the course of 6 years my father paid a grand total of $60 for us 3 children. In 2002 when I was 22, out of sheer coincidence, I saw my father enter a bar. I sat next to him he pretended like nothing had happened, he offered to buy my drink I told him “I don't want anything from you" and paid for my own drink, the tension was so thick at this point. He started talking about how “that was the past and it's okay now.” I finished my drink, opened my wallet and pulled out $60. I sat it in the bar in front of him and said “that is everything I owe you, don't you ever f@cking contact me or my brother's again.” Then left the bar, I honestly have no idea where he is today, and I really do not care.

Update: Wow! 6500 upvotes, I don’t know what to think, or say. My heart hurts, I really had lost such faith in the human race, I just gave up and have not told this story for nearly 15 years thinking no one would actually care. To see this many upvotes is amazing, and the nice messages that people have left has really restored my faith in humanity. I thank all of you so much for this support. I'm going to see my mother in 3 months when she gets back from her holiday. I will definitely show her this post, and read her all the wonderful things people have said.

Update 21st March 2023: if this gets to 10,000 likes I think I will have a heart attack. My mother is doing really well for those who are wondering. Currently she is on holiday in Vietnam, and she is really enjoying herself. The Vietnamese are wonderful people, and they are treating her with such respect, they are always will to help her out.

Can everyone scroll down and please give Laura Dragon an upvotes. What her brother to her breaks my heart, I can only imagine the pain she must be feeling.

#jfc #men #fatherhood

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desnas · 1 year

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!! pls ! 👀

from this ask prompt!

HI SAM!!!! ferne told me you also play pathfinder: wotr so i felt it was only right to talk about one of my ocs from that universe... though, i suppose she's existed long before that and i've also ported her into WoW naturally so...

meet nyxana nightbell, AKA the nightbell witch

this is the first drawing i've ever done of her, and though her design has changed significantly over the years, a lot has also stayed the same

so here we have nyx, the blood witch & hexer -- once in a campaign as a "spiderfolk", i've since evolved her into a kaldorei vampyr (from WoW) and a dhampyr with snow elf lineage (in pathfinder)

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heavy cw for blood, cannibalism, body horror, family death, and cults under the cut 🧍‍♂️also there's so much backstory i'm sorry in advance

we'll start with nyx's warcraft rendition, because it's ultimately a little bit more fleshed out.

nyxana nightbell was born alongside her twin brother to her single mother in a remote village somewhere within winterspring, kalimdor. food was scarce, and the nightbells had to savor every crumb, ration every meal. nyx's mother was fiercely protective over her children, and through the years, nyx came to find that she had an older brother. MUCH older brother; one of the original druids of the pack tucked away in a secret burrow. food was not only scarce to begin with, but nyx's mother was always primarily concerned for her slumbering son's health, smuggling food into his burrow to ensure he did not starve in his sleep

miserable, nyx turned to the druids of the silk, a homebrew druid circle created by the lovely erikailustra!!! she spent many years keeping her head low, keeping out of trouble; but when she was around 200, nyx's slumbering brother awoke in a lycanthropic rage and slaughtered their mother.

nyx has never been comfortable with rules or conformity, but i think for her this was the nail in the coffin. she ran off and got wrapped up in a nightmare + blood magic + drust cult of night elves worshipping the black widow loa shadra. this cult was called The Brood (my own homebrew!), and cannibalism/vampyr and blood sacrifice was rampant.

nyx flourished amidst the cult, as any blood-thirsty and repressed individal might. all seemed well as she moved up through the ranks to reach ascension (vampyrism except better, because you have six arms now instead of two) until they attempted to force her to sacrifice her own twin. though she'd never struggled or hesitated to kill before, she could not fathom harming her own blood. so it was the rest of the brood who fed upon him, deeming her a failure to the cult. nyxana completely snapped after this and went on a very violent rampage. no one among the brood was spared from the grieving sister's wrath-- not eve the leader himself. upon killing and feasting upon the broodfather, nyx achieved ascension on her own terms, permanently transfrmed.... and stole away into the wilds.

she now lives as a hex witch, taking satisfaction in proxy revenge, and she feeds just a little bit more ethically than she had before. the people of duskwood know of her as the nightbell witch, a masked hag who provides curses, hexes, and jinxes to the common citizen if the price is right, and should you cross her, you'd never be heard from again.

so yeah. witchy hut lady girlboss. also luthais is her neighbor now.

as for pathfinder... things do get a little bit different! they're mostly similar but i'll do my very best to summarize.

on golarion, nyxana was born as a dhampyr to a winter witch in a small village north of irrisen-- much like in wow, food was scarce, and fresh blood for a young and blooming dhampyr set of twins was even scarcer!!!

nyxana followed in her mother's footsteps and practiced the ways of the winter witches for many years until her mother's unforeseen passing after a mysterious werewolf attack. it was then that nyx abandoned their home in irissen and became twisted up in... you guessed it... a pathfinder version of The Brood located somewhere north of the sarkoris border in the rimethirst mountains. probably just a good old demon blood sacrificing cult.

i'm still working out the details, but i want to say they were probably urgathoa worshippers or something idk. maybe baphomet worshippers? i need to brush up a bit more on my pathfinder lore before setting that in stone.

well, one way or another, nyxana's twin brother winds up getting captured by the brood, and nyx's test of loyalty is to sacrifice him. she refuses, same deal happens. blah blah blah, nyx gets fed up with the brood's bullshit, kills their leader, and eventually finds herself in mendev, probably only a few days out from kenabres. this is what drives her to eventually join the crusade-- while she is kind of insanely fucked up, i think she truly resents and blames the demons, as well as herself, for the death of her twin brother.

while nyxana is not my canon commander, ferne and i have been talking about her being a "companion" in commander luthais' backstory. aka she kisses him and daeran

the more i play pwotr, though, the more i get excited about the idea of her being my more... evil leaning, cruel knight-commander , here's the art i used for her portrait, from a magic the gathering card by greg opalinski (i edited it just slightly)

i haven't quite decided what mythic path i'd be doing with her, but i do know she's hellbent on closing the worldwound by whatever means necessary. ideally she'd probably romance both wenduag and daeran. maybe even a little camellia on the side....

ultimately, nyx is not a good person, but i don't believe she's pure, unfiltered evil. she believes in respecting nature, and in karmic justice, but has an aversion to chaos. she likes to do what she wants, when she wants, and if anyone gets in her way, she won't hesitate to smite them down.

she feels extremely passionately, though this is tucked away with a mask of her smooth and flirty facade. she enjoys playing with her food, and she can be quite manipulative and terrifying. but she is always loyal to those she loves. i think that she would be a pretty fucking awesome commander

#aelyosos #pathfinder #pwotr #pathfinder: wrath of the righteous #warcraft #world of warcraft #wow oc #ask #oc: nyxana

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thedryswan · 2 years

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Gran Roca Ranch - 2035

From another room in the ranch, Lucille heard the plaintive yell.

“Daaaadddyyyyy! Scott stole my space wocket!”

She shook her head, this was definitely something Jeff could handle. Her oldest son and her youngest were at that stage of fighting over every toy they came across. John loved anything and everything to do with space so when Grandma had given him a set of space themed toys for his recent birthday he had been metaphorically over the moon.

Her middle son entered the kitchen where she was looking through the refrigerator.

“Whatcha doing, Mommy?”

“Hi sweetheart,” she leaned down awkwardly, the bump making moving easily a bit of a challenge, and dropped a kiss on his forehead, although he was only five years old and turning into the peacekeeper of the three brothers, he had obviously decided that the current circumstances could only be resolved with parental intervention.

“I am making a cake for Daddy’s birthday.”

“Virgil help?”

She laughed, “Of course Virgil can help. Now let’s just find you an apron. Hop up onto your step and wash those hands – I’ve no idea where you’ve been.”

As instructed, Virgil washed his hands (with soap) and dried them on the embroidered towel. He then proceeded to push the wooden step across the tile kitchen floor, a loud scraping noise reverberating from the cupboards.

“You could just pick it up? Alright then, I’ve already set the oven to warm and Virgil doesn’t touch the oven because it’s?”

“Hot!”

“Exactly. So first of all, we need to weigh out 150 grammes of butter and 200 grammes of sugar. Here are the scales, so off you go.”

Tongue between his teeth, Virgil concentrated on measuring out the correct amounts and scooping them into the deep mixing bowl.

“Mix! Mix! Mix!” he yelled cheerfully, taking the wooden spoon his mother offered and beginning to whip the soft butter and sugar to what the recipe called a cream consistency while she peeled and finely grated 175 grammes of carrots.

“That’s perfect, sweetheart. Now, let’s weigh out 200 grammes of the self raising flour and add a level teaspoon of baking powder and a level teaspoon of ground dry cinnamon.”

Without spreading too much flour over the worktop, Virgil added the ingredients to the bowl along with the grated carrots.

“Two eggs next and while you’re stirring it carefully, I’ll prepare the cake tin.” Lucille buttered and lined the tin with baking parchment and peered into the bowl, smiling. It looked like her little boy had inherited her baking skills. They poured the cake batter into the tin, smoothing the top, and slid it gently into the middle of the oven.

“Is it ready now? Can we eat it yet?” Virgil was always impatient when baking cakes.

“Not yet my darling, it needs a good 45 minutes until we can take it out. But you can sit here while I make a start on dinner and lick the bowl.”

She looked across at him a few moments later, he was sitting on his step, legs crossed at the ankles swinging back and forward. Humming a tune he was learning on the piano, he was running a finger around the inside of the mixing bowl to scrape out the last dregs of cake mix, a blob on the tip of his nose.

Could life be any sweeter?

*******

Tracy Island – 2072

“Whatcha doing, Daddy?”

“Hi sweetheart,” he leaned down and dropped a kiss on the little boy’s forehead.

“I am making a cake for Grandpa’s birthday.”

“Tom help?”

He laughed, “Of course Tom can help. Now let’s just find you an apron. Hop up onto your step and wash those hands – I can tell you’ve been messing around with Uncle Scott’s toolbox.”

Thomas washed his hands (with soap) and dried them on his dark blue denim shorts, then picked up the bulky, heavy wooden step and carried to where his father was lining packets up on the worktop.

“I’ve already set the oven to warm and Tom doesn’t touch the oven because it’s?”

“Hot!”

“Exactly.”

As Virgil had been taught all those years ago, so he showed his son how to weigh ingredients and stir them together to end up with a smooth cake mix, lining the cake tin and place it gently in the oven, taking care to turn the tin part way through cooking to make it bake evenly.

“You can sit here and lick the bowl while I load up the dishwasher and then I will take over from Mommy so she can see about starting on dinner.”

Tom sat contentedly humming and scraping any last traces of cake mix while Anahera tried to encourage Elise to finish one last spoonful of mushed up fruit.

“Aunty Hera?” asked a little boy with turquoise eyes and vibrant red hair, tearfully running into the kitchen, “Giselle took my space rocket!”

Anahera sighed. Would Scott’s daughter and John’s son ever get along? There were days when the family had their doubts.

Chuckling as his nephew started dragging his wife away, Virgil couldn’t help but wonder. Despite the chaos of three families co-existing on one small island, could life be any sweeter?

#fluffuly #fluffuly2022 #scott tracy #virgil tracy #thunderbirdsarego

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UK Government Security Minister speech on fraud and AI

This is a transcript of the speech, exactly as it was delivered on 31st October 2023 by The Rt Hon Tom Tugendhat MBE VR MP It’s an enormous pleasure to be with you and I’m very grateful to be back at RUSI. I gave my first foreign policy speech when I took over the Chairmanship of the Foreign Affairs Committee here. I know RUSI’s vision has always been to inform, influence and enhance public debate to help build a safer and more stable world. The mission has endured for 200 or so years now. The mission has not changed but the medium has. Today the range of challenges we face has never been greater. So it’s right that here, at the home of strategic thinking, we’re gathering to build on the foundations of those who shaped our security in the generations before us to make sure that endures for the generations to come. So a profound thanks to our hosts, and also to you all, for being here on the eve of the first major global summit on AI security. As with the summit itself, we have representatives here from government, from industry, from civil society, academia, and law enforcement. Whatever your profession, whatever sector you represent, you are here because we need you. Because we need each other. Like so many areas of my responsibility, the government cannot do this alone. Our role in government is to understand the threats that we face and target resources, helping others to come together and meet our challenges in the most effective way possible. You can tell a lot about a government from the operating system they build for society. Some countries build a system that are designed to control. Other build a system designed to exploit. Here in the UK we build systems that are designed to liberate. To free individual aspiration and creativity for the benefit of all. And that’s what security means to me. It’s not a means of closing things down. It’s about creating the conditions required to open up a society. A safe environment in which ideas can take root, and opportunity is available to all. That’s why we need to get this right. Because technology as transformative as AI will touch every part of our society. If we succeed, hardworking families up and down the country will reap the benefits. If we don’t we will all pay the price. The stakes are very high, but coming together today, in this way today sends the right message. There are two core themes for the programme today. They come from different eras. The first is fraud, which in its various guises, is as old as crime itself. When Jacob stole Esau’s inheritance by passing himself off as his brother, that was perhaps the first description of fraud in the Bible. The first record of fraud actually is possibly older, it dates from a fraud case related to copper ingots and is recorded 4000 years in Babylon. The last time I spoke about Babylon in RUSI I was in uniform describing how I was one of many armies to have camped under its walls. The challenges posed by Artificial Intelligence are comparatively new. Its democratisation will bring about astonishing opportunities for us all. Sadly that includes criminals. We know that bad actors are quick to adopt new technologies. Unchecked, AI has the power to bring about a new age of crime. Already we’re seeing large language models being marketed for nefarious purposes. One chatbot being sold on the darkweb - FraudGPT - claims to be able to draft realistic phishing emails: mimicking the format used by your bank, and even suggesting the best place to insert malicious links. That doesn’t just have implications for the realism of scams. It has huge implications for their scale as well. I don’t want to be in a situation where individuals can leverage similar technologies to pull off sophisticated scams at the scale of organised criminal gangs. We don’t want to find the Artful Dodger has coded up into Al Capone. At a fundamental level, fraudsters try to erase the boundary between what’s real and what’s fake. Until relatively recently, that was a theoretical risk. It wasn’t so long ago that I believed I was immune to being fooled online. That is, until I saw a viral picture of the Pope in a coat. Not just any coat. A fashionable puffer jacket that wouldn’t look out of place on the runway in Paris. One that my wife assured me was ‘on trend’. I quickly forgot about it. That is, until I learned that that image wasn’t actually of the Pope at all. It was created on Midjourney. Using AI. On the one hand it was a harmless gag, Pope Francis had never looked better. On the other hand, it left me deeply uneasy. If someone so instantly recognisable as the Holy Father could be wholly faked, what about the rest of us? The recent Slovakian elections showed us how this could work in practice. Deepfake audio was released in the run up to polling day. It purported to show a prominent politician discussing how to rig the vote. The clip was heard by hundreds of thousands of individuals. Who knows how many votes it changed - or how many were convinced not to vote at all. This is of course an example of a very specific type of fraud. But all fraudsters blur the boundary between fact and fiction. They warp the nature of reality. It does not take a massive leap of imagination to see the implications of that in the fraud space. Thankfully, relatively few AI-powered scams have come to light so far. However, the ones that have highlight the potential of AI to be used by criminals to defraud people of their hard-earned cash. The risks to citizens, businesses and our collective security are clear. A few lines of code can act like Miracle Gro on crime, and the global cost of fraud is already estimated to be in the trillions. In the United Kingdom, fraud accounts for around 40% of all estimated crime. There’s an overlap with organised crime, terrorism and hostile activity from foreign states. It is in a very real sense a threat to our national security. But while there is undoubtedly a need to be proactive and vigilant, we need not despair. And the wealth of talent, insight and expertise I see in front of me here gives me hope. For the Government’s part, we are stepping up our counter-fraud efforts through the comprehensive strategy we published this summer and the work of Anthony Browne, my friend, who is the Anti-Fraud Champion. Fraud is a growing, transnational threat, and has become a key component of organised criminality and harm in our communities. So international co-operation is essential. That’s why the UK will host a summit in London next March to agree a co-ordinated action plan to reform the global system and respond to this growing threat. We expect Ministers, law enforcement and intelligence agencies to attend from around the world. The Online Safety Act which has completed its passage through Parliament and will require social media and search engine companies to take robust, proactive action to ensure users are not exposed to user-generated fraud or fraudulent advertising on their platforms. And we are working on an Online Fraud Charter with industry that includes innovative ways for the public and private sector to work together to protect the public, reduce fraud and support victims. This will build on the charters that are already agreed with the accountancy, banking, and telecommunications sectors to combat fraud, which have already contributed to a significant reduction in scam texts and a 13% fall in reported fraud in the last year. New technologies don’t just bring about risk. They create huge opportunities too. AI is no different. We know that the possibilities are vast, endless even. What’s more it’s essential. As the world grows more complex, only advanced intelligence systems can meet the task before us. We need the AI revolution to deliver services and supply chains in an ever more globalised world. I’m particularly interested in the question of how we can harness this new power in the public safety arena. As we will hear shortly, AI is already driving complex approaches to manage risk, protect from harm and fight criminality. There is a real-world benefit in combating fraud and scams, such as payment processing software that is stopping millions of scam texts from reaching potential victims. No doubt I’ve barely scratched the surface, and there’s lots more excellent work going on. What we absolutely have to do is break down any barriers that might exist between the different groups represented here this evening. The only people who benefit from a misaligned, inconsistent approach are criminals, so it’s critical that we work hand in glove, across sectors and borders. I want to come back to the point I started on. For me AI and the security it enables is an essential part of the State’s responsibility to keep us all safe. It’s not to increase our control. Not to keep people in a box. But to set people free. We cannot eliminate risk, but we can understand it. Using AI to map and measure today’s environment will ensure we do that. The pursuit of progress is essential to human experience. And the reality is that even if we wanted to, we cannot put the genie back in the bottle. That does not mean, though, that we simply sit back and what and see what happens. We can’t be passive in the face of this threat. So what I want us to be thinking about is how we move forward. Well, the way I see it there are three key questions that align to the aims of the AI Safety Summit: - The first, how do we build safe AI models that are resilient to criminal intent? - Second, as the vast majority of fraud starts online, how do we harness AI to ensure that harmful content is quickly identified and removed? - And lastly, what do governments need to be doing globally to balance progress and growth with safety and security? That’s far from an exhaustive list. But I think by addressing these core questions we can put ourselves on the right path. So, thank you once again for being here; thank you RUSI for hosting us, I hope you will find it a valuable exercise. And most of all I hope we can look back and say that today was a day when we took important steps forward in our shared mission to reduce the risks and seize the opportunities associated with AI. I remain hugely optimistic, but that optimism depends on the work we do today together. Read the full article

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