#therefore i am deceased

[deeisace]

Bleh

#can the show 'everyone else burns' get out of my face please #i wish 4od had the option of making things fuck off like netflix does #i do not want to see it ever thank you very fucking much #it does not help that the name of the guy is the exact name of one of my (possibly deceased by now; definitely an elder) great-uncles #i am not an ex-cult member personally but there is. a lot of stuff. in my family. #therefore nope nope nope

[cartierre]

LE PETIT PRINCE | ms47

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU mick schumacher x fem!reader

side note: i'm so sorry the plot here is kind of non-existent and it's literally just mick being boyfriend of the month but the request has been sitting in my inbox for quite some time and i felt obligated to finally finish it because i felt bad for taking so long.

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yourusername mick keeps buying me french books and says "i can teach you french" but really he just wants to spend more time with me by translating them to me

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user1 get yourself someone like mick who keeps buying you books ⤷ user2 you make it sound like as if books are actually expensive ⤷ user3 it's the thought that counts babes

mickschumacher you really cracked the code, meine liebe (my love) ⤷ yourusername it's because i've read sherlock

user4 i'm so jealous to my core

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yourusername livres et bisous (books and kisses)

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user5 the last picture is doing things to me ⤷ user6 y/n really won at love ⤷ user7 ik i'm so jealous of her

mickschumacher mon coeur (my heart) ⤷ yourusername mon ange (my angel)

user8 they're so in love i hate it here ⤷ user9 how can someone be as lucky as y/n fr

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mickschumacher back in switzerland before travelling up to belgium!

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user10 ugh he's so boyfriend ⤷ user11 i feel so painfully single rn

user12 legit every time i see a post of y/n there are books involved ⤷ user13 she's just like me fr ⤷ user14 our little hopeless romantic

yourusername i cannot believe you laughed at me when i cried at the book's ending ⤷ mickschumacher i'm sorry ⤷ yourusername you should be! at least bobby was there to comfort me

user15 y/n crying because she got emotionally invested in her book is so real of her ⤷ user16 I'm her, she is me

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yourusername i think i've packed enough books for the upcoming race week

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mickschumacher you think? ⤷ yourusername there's never enough to read

user17 maybe she could just watch mick race instead of reading her boring books? ⤷ user18 she's at like every fucking race, let her be if she wants a time out and just enjoy some reading ⤷ user19 also what if she has social anxiety and just doesn't want to talk to many people and therefore loves to read instead?

user20 i understand her struggle of never having enough books with me on vacation ⤷ user21 like at least 50% if my luggage is filled with books and then i always buy more

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yourusername mon petit prince (my little prince)

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user22 UGH I WANT THIS SO BAD

user23 y/n learning french with the help of mick and reading le petit prince is literally the most adorable thing i've seen all week ⤷ user24 i just know mick's really patient with teaching her french ⤷ user25 i didn't even know mick speaks french ⤷ user26 he grew up in switzerland, they get taught french there

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mickschumacher ma rose🌹(my rose)

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user27 HIM CALLING HER HIS ROSE BECAUSE HE IS HER PETIT PRINCE i am deceased ⤷ user28 boyfriend of the decade

yourusername je t'aime mon petit prince (i love you my little prince) comment liked by mickschumacher ⤷ mickschumacher je t'aime aussi ma rose (i love you too my rose)

user29 this is it i'm dead, died of envy ⤷ user30 how can i live laugh love under these conditions

user31 biting my fist rn

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher imagines #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher x y/n #mick schumacher fluff #mick schumacher fanfiction #f1 instagram au #f1 social media au #f1 smau #f1 imagine #f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 fluff #f1 fanfiction

[misstycloud]

How to stop your husband from being weird: situation one- digging in the middle of the night.

One of the things that I have noticed about my dear husband, Arlo (bless his soul), is the constant digging in our backyard; he leaves in the middle of the night and when I dare glance out the window, I see him. His back is always facing towards me, so I can’t get a good look at his face. He is a very expressive person and I can tell what he thinks from simply looking at his face, hence why this is somewhat concerning.

Had I known that my dearest would wake up during ungodly hours of the night, get dressed, fetch the garden tools from the shed, and then proceed to dig a massive hole, then maybe I would have hesitated to say ‘yes’. (Do not be worried, I love my husband deeply and this was just a little joke.)

Joke aside, it is still very annoying. Does he not know this will keep me awake too? I have work to do and I can’t keep on going if my sleep is this disturbed. I would have to be some sort of abomination- a vampire perhaps?

That is not all; I find dirt particles inside our house; I clean for nothing apparently.

I have tried bringing this up(somewhat hard to ask your spouse why they are leaving you all cold and lonely in the middle of the night) with Arlo, but every time he changed the subject. The audacity! He even asks me if I’m ill and is in need of a doctor. I tell him ‘I am quite fine thank you very much!’ and remind him my eyesight is good, I’m not imagining things and I know he’s been up to something in the yard. I also know he’s not preparing to pot new plants for summer so he better not try that with me.

Last time I tried prying the answer out of him, he finally relented and gave me what I wanted.

His explanation: I have been finding a lot of roadkill and other deceased animals lately. I didn’t want you to have to see it. You know I work so many hours, I don’t have time during the day, that’s why I bury them at night. It’s horrible, but understandable since they’re rebuilding the library and trucks loaded with materials drive by often.

Whether I believe this explanation or not doesn’t matter. There is factor agreeing with his explanation and there are ones that goes agaisnt it.

Those vouching for him: it is true that trucks drive by often these days since the library really did catch on fire recently. It was an unfortunate accident casued(according to the police) by some teenagers. They played around with a lighter and things escalated beyond their control. The saddest part is that I can’t go to the library anymore, I suppose I’ll have to find new hobbies to entertain myself until the library is rebuilt and restocked with books. Another thing is that I do like animals and it definitively wouldn’t be fun to see a run-over one in real life. My husband is very caring and wouldn’t expose me to something he knows I hate, therefore it makes sense for him to bury them in secret. Besides, his job is demanding and he actually wouldn’t be able to do so in the day.

All of this form one solution that is: burying the dead animals in secret from his wife(me) during nighttime as to not disturb me or his work hours. (If we look away from the fact I wake when he does)

Factors indicating he’s lying: how come I have never found a roadkill if they are so common nowadays? It’s unusual for him to come home before me, and if he’s that busy with work, it wouldn’t make sense for him to find all of them before I’ve even caught a whiff of something foul nearby. You see what I mean? Secondly, there is not reason why he should be the one doing all this work. Surely there are professionals dealing with here things? In that case then he should call them instead and tell those truck-drivers to be more careful.

Ultimately this is very suspicious, but what else can I do? Statistically, there is a high chance(I believe?) that your husband will have at least one weird hobby. I will have to live with that and I have said to him ‘I love you more than anything and if this is something you wish to do then o won’t question you.’

He was almost in tears, it was adorable. He said, ‘Yes, my love, thank you. I also love you more than anything in this world and I would be damned if something came between us.’

Afterwards I lectured him on not bringing in dirt in the house again, though. This was his answer: of course not, my darling!

To summarise this incident: my husband still visits the outdoors at night, however not as often as before. I warned him, too, of being careful because a bunch of men have been going missing lately and I’d be devastated if his name came up on of of those reports. I shouldn’t say this- but I will- I’m kind of happy those men are gone. I recognised their names and/or faces from the papers, you see. It turns out that all of them were ones I’d met previously. I won’t bore you with the details, but they weren’t pleasant encounters.

Everyday I have checked the floor for dirt and have found none. This is very good news for my ‘cleaning-spirit’. Whenever I feel Arlo leaving the bed I have decided to relax my mind and go back to sleep again. Then, if I’m still half-awake, I will feel him laying down beside me once more and together we drift off to dreamland.

The lesson I learned from this is that you don’t have to ‘fix’ everything about your partner, and they are allowed to have their special hobbies. There is a difference if you’re being harmed in the process, though. If that’s the case then you should immediately speak up about it and you compromise. Remember, communication is key!

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#male yandere #oc #obsessed #yandere oc #possesive #misstycloud oc #Arlo oc #yandere husband x wife reader #How to stop your husband from being weird

[yourmomxx]

➵ angels talking - social media au | ln4 (2)

❥ pairing - lando norris x fem!singer!reader

❥ plot - the aftermath of you announcing your new relationship

❥ warnings - none

❥ a/n: as always, the pictures are taken off pinterest and therefore do not have any consisency regarding the reader’s looks (as it is a self-insert and the photographs merely are for visualization)

part i | part ii - the number four

masterlist | requests

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landonorris golden days with my golden girl

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bella.ltn screaming crying throwing up they’re so cute

paddockgirl not lando being a simp on main

↳ landonorris1 @/paddockgirl he’s just like us fr

carlossainz finally official🙏

↳ f1updates @/carlossainz oh hi carlos

kellypiquet tu ferais mieux de la garder @/landonorris

sebastianvettel real happy for you mate

↳ 33maxverstappen @/sebastianvettel we miss you on the grid

realobama her confused face in the second picture she’s just like me fr

hotchswife at first i didn’t know what to think of this but now i just think it’s amazing

suziesalmon new WAG alert

mollym the internet is going to eat this up

coconutananas NOOOO LANDOO

ynforreal guys we lost yn in the world of single ladies😔✊

↳ lanadelslay @/ynforreal i don’t know how to stay strong in this time of grief

lilymhe LANDO I LOVE YOU FOR THIS

↳ alexalbon @/lilymhe ???

alexalbon you just had to start dating my girlfriend’s favorite singer mate didn’t you?

lilyzneimer wishing you guys all the best

alexandrasaintmleux ♥️♥️

↳ lanadelslay @/alexandrasaintmleux ALEX HIII

ao3chick love how all the driver’s girlfriends are commenting like moms signing cards in the name of their kids

danielricciardo congrats!!!

↳ landonorris @/danielricciardo i saw your comment on her post

↳ danielricciardo @/landonorris what comment on whose post? i don’t even speak english🦡

lastlaplando not them being cute

julie.ss highway looking real cozy right now🤭

f1n1fan seb being the proud mom i love him🫶

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yourusername excited to tell you that my new song ‘444’ is available to listen to now on all music streaming platforms! oh, and also that my new album will be released november 22nd😘save the date

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itsbrutalouthere not her telling us about a new album TWO WEEKS before it comes out

sabrinacarpenter song is so amazing babe

papayagirl someone please call taylor swift and get that girl some marketing help😭

lukehemmings 🔥🔥

oliviarodrigo LOVE IT

iknewyouweretrouble I just listened to the song and i am deceased

ynisbabe 444? EXCUSE ME THE MATH

hannahmountana this song is so hot i can’t -

jessicag you did so well with this!!

amslerin please come to la on the next tour i wanna see you live so bad😩😩

jana_gp GIRL WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE ANGELS TOLD YOU HES NOT RIGHT FOR YOU

↳ xemily @/jana_gp WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE NUMBER 444 WAS A SIGN TO LEAVE HIM

ynlnn the background music? the vocals?? i can’t anymore

tswizzle 444 the math is so beautiful on this one

kellykiwi the mv awakened something in me

urnamehere i love this song so much

hamiltonh 444? a fourth album? lando the number four?? BESTIE

therealyn queen of manifesting fr

ferrarisupreme “444 you saved my life i really got these angels by my side” lando norris the man👏 that👏you👏 are👏

tangledinu NEW ALBUM YES

midnightprentiss already presaved i’m so excited

ameliadahlia why is everyone talking about math here?? someone explain i’m so lost😭

↳ sabrinajenga @/ameliadahlia @/girlsplainingcelebrities made a post explaining it all, i’ll tag you🫶

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girlsplainingcelebrities another day, another girlsplain! today, what the number four means to our favorite popstar girly, yn yln!!🩷

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boxnexx not to mention that the new album she’s releasing will be her fourth!!! so excited what she has planned for us

zeeema the whole thing with her and lando is so cute

emilyx i always look forward to your posts☺️🙏

sabrinajenga @/amiadahlia

herbsherm whoever runs this account, you have saved my ass so many times, hope your pillow is cold on both sides

leaglb whether you believe in angel numbers or not, these would be a whole of a lot coincidences

formeformulas when i heard "every time i see 444 it means no more i know for sure" i was FREAKING

cheesestrings ALSO not to mention her album comes out on november 22ND - 2+2=?

tswizzle she’s so smart i love her

ynisbabe when my teachers told me i would need maths outside of school they actually meant this

carlaarcher can we please all agree that 444 is about her relationship with arthur and that it was basically lando who made her realize he wasn’t good enough?

↳ paddockgirl @/carlaarcher GURL FR no way those two didn’t have something going on

↳ leclercsgirl @/paddockgirl besides, the media didn’t see her with any other guy during that time the song is probably set, so it CAN only be arthur

↳ itsellie @/leclersgirl would explain their radio silence with each other as well

↳ bella.ltn @/itsellie tbh if my boyfriend practically stopped posting me on his social media or acknowledging my existence the moment we got more serious i would dump that man too

vanityfair and yourusername

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vanityfair Singer-Songwriter YN YLN talks Split from Rumoured Childhood Romance Arthur Leclerc, Release of New Song and Announcement of Fourth Album, and Relationship with Formula 1-Driver Lando Norris

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coconutananas that caption is longer than my life span😭

mollym girl was busy the past few weeks

ylnwife i am so in love with everything this woman has been doing for the past few months, this is amazing

factorfic just watched it and it is so amazing!! love how her and lando have the same sass, they fit perfectly tbh

charthurleclerc the day we find out what really happened between her and arthur leclerc will be the day i can finally rest

itsbrutalouthere "I'm a ferrari girl" -YN YLN, girlfriend of MCLAREN DRIVER Lando Norris, 2023

↳ landonorris1 @/itsbrutalouthere loved her for this

↳ bimess @/itsbrutalouthere PLS the way she was like "I love my boyfriend but everytime a ferrari is on pole I risk a breakup" she's so real

ynisbabe she looks so good here hello???

emilyzkn can’t wait for the albummmmm oh my god

jilledits i swear to god if she spills more tea about arthur i will be FERAL

wanderwall now all we need is someone interviewing lando about her and my life will be complete

jawdropforkpop i’m already so excited for her new album, i can’t even

peppyi her new song was so good, can’t wait for the album!!

#lando norris imagine #lando norris #lando norris smau #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x female reader #lando norris x singer!reader #singer!reader #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 x y/n #formula 1 x female reader #social media au #instagram au #twitter au #lando norris twitter au #lando norris instagram au #lando norris social media au

[drstrangedaughter]

𝐁𝐈-𝐇𝐀𝐍’𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐒

✦ 𝐀/𝐍: I NEED to talk about Bi-Han and his hypothetical relationship with his father and mother, and how this affected him and his choices according to personal thoughts. Although Bi-Han is not a character I like, I am fascinated by his psychological introspection. I’m sorry for the angst, I love to think that all three Lin Kuei brothers love each other, I swear— these are all theories.

Ph: far2wi1

[mortal kombat 1] [bi-han]  [sub-zero] [lin kuei brothers] [headcanons] [daddy’s issues]

➛ you can ask for headcanons ideas in the ask-box; this is a side blog, I can’t answer in the comments; you can commission me for customize x reader scenarios and letters from you comfort characters

It all starts from an exchange of phrases between Bi-Han and Tomas at the beginning of a fight:

« If Mother were alive—»

« She would applaud my actions »

My thoughts immediately focused on Bi-Han's response, was it his bravado talking or veiled feelings? This led me to reflect on what relationship he might have had with his mother, about whom we know nothing. Doing some research I was able to learn that apparently the two Lin Kuei brothers were brought to China by their father, who was a secret operative in the United States, to be trained as Lin Kuei assassins, against their mother's wishes.

Not knowing how old they might have been when this happened, I can speculate that this event worsened the relationship between Bi-Han and his father, he probably preferred to spend time with his mother and seeing himself forcibly removed from her must have affected him. There are children who prefer the company of one of the two parents from an early age, and seeing with how much anger Bi-Han speaks of his father during the story I imagine that from an early age the preference was for the mother, probably due to compliance with the exuberant character of the eldest son, perhaps always reprimanded by his father. As the eldest son and therefore hereditary of the Lin Kuei, his father must have forced him to follow teachings and ideals dictated by his experience, totally in contrast with Bi-Han's ideas. Serve the people with modesty opposed to the desire for power over the people themselves.

Kuai Liang he demonstrated growing up that he followed his father's ideals religiously, and this may have been another trigger: your figurehead preferring your younger brother to you, when you should be the firstborn, the best. I would add that I have the headcanon that Kuai Liang was his father's favorite, and this really bothered young Bi-Han, who grew up with hidden resentment. Bi-Han carried within him the dualism of not wanting to follow his father's ideals by thinking differently and the incessant need to still be seen as better than his brother Kuai Liang, who was evidently preferred. He must have found that acceptance that his father did not give him in his mother, who must have celebrated his revolutionary ideas for the future of Lin Kuei.

Then the father decides to take the brothers to China away from their mother, who was the only source of celebration for Bi-Han. Here something must have completely broken and the hatred for the father exploded.

Another trigger was the arrival of Tomas, yet another person who wanted to follow his father's values ​​without questioning, stealing the show from the eldest son who claimed to be the head of the family's favorite. And equally hatred was born towards Tomas, how could someone who didn't have the same blood as his father be preferred to him?

« You will never be one of us » —Bi-Han felt the need to continually tell Tomas, perhaps to convince himself that he was superior, better.

The mother seems deceased, and this loss must have pushed Bi-Han to act against everything and everyone in his family, the loss of his mother was like having lost the only sincere support and gratification towards him. For him, perhaps his father was even responsible for the little time he spent with his mother, because he had pushed him and his brothers away to train without her wanting it.

At that point, letting the father die in his time of need was nothing more than the only solution, I wouldn't be surprised to know that it was Bi-Han who killed him. His ego was now out of control, he was in charge of the Lin Kuei, of his brothers, now he was the one with the power. And Bi-Han would follow his ideals, those celebrated so much by his beloved mother. So much so that it even tramples on the fraternal relationship.

#in the end he was a mama's boy #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero #lin kuei #lin kuei brothers #kuai liang #scorpion mk1 #tomas vrbada #smoke mk1 #headcanons #mk1 headcanons #bi han headcanon #family issues #daddy issues

[mybutcheredtongue]

I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

harry potter timeline sirius black x fem!reader

CHAPTER FIVE (see full series list here)

1992

You reunite with Remus later in the Great Hall as you take your seats at the staff table beside each other.

"Bloody Dementors every where, just lovely," you grumble, before looking at Remus with a small smirk. "So...remind me why you didn't decide to tell me you were coming?"

Remus sighs, a small guilty smile tugging the corners of his lips upwards. "I wanted it to be a surprise."

You scoff, hitting his arm jokingly. "Fuck you, I could've spent my summer looking forward to having my best friend here with me. When did you find out?"

"Last month. Dumbledore said you had recommended me."

"I didn't necessarily recommend you, I just...may have mentioned your name along with the words 'great' and 'looking for a job'."

Remus chuckles, shaking his head. "I'm sure. But seriously, thank you. I really didn't expect him to hire me."

You lay a hand on his shoulder, smiling warmly. "You're brilliant, and I am right: you're going to be a great teacher. And hey, he hired me, didn't he? Only one who would." With that, you're reminded of your little visit from the Ministry and open your mouth to tell him about it but close it once you spot Dumbledore standing up to begin his speech.

"Welcome!" he booms brightly. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! I have a few things to say to you all, and as one of them is very serious, I think it's best to get it out of the way before you become befuddled by our excellent feast..."

He clears his throat and continues. "As you will all be aware after their search of the Hogwarts Express, our school is presently playing host to some of the Dementors of Azkaban, who are here on Ministry of Magic business."

You feel your heart start to beat faster at the topic at hand, and suddenly become very interested in the empty porcelain plate in front of you.

"They are stationed at every entrance to the grounds," he says, "and while they are with us, I must make it plain that nobody is to leave school without permission. Dementors are not to be fooled by tricks or disguises — or even Invisibility Cloaks."

You exchange a knowing look with Remus.

"It is not in the nature of a Dementor to understand pleading or excuses. I therefore warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to harm you. I look to the Prefects, and our new Head Boy and Girl, to make sure that no student runs foul of the Dementors."

Dumbledore pauses and looks very seriously around the Hall, and nobody moves or makes a sound.

"On a happier note," he says with renewed joy, "I am pleased to welcome two new teachers to our ranks this year. Firstly, Professor Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

You clap enthusiastically, smiling widely as the room fills with some...scattered, rather unethusiastic, applause. You spy Harry, Ron, and Hermione clapping heartily and smile proudly at them. You glance around at the rest of the staff, clapping politely, and notice the sour expression on Snape's face. His gaze is dripping with pure loathing as he glares at Remus. You don't know whether to be pissed at Snape or to laugh at his pettiness.

"As to our second new appointment," Dumbledore continues, as Remus' applause dies away, "well, I am sorry to tell you that Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, retired at the end of last year in order to enjoy more time with his remaining limbs. However, I am delighted to say that his place will be filled by none other than Rubeus Hagrid, who has agreed to take on this teaching job in addition to his gamekeeping duties."

You beam down the table at Hagrid, clapping loudly. He's gone completely crimson, hiding his happy face in the tangle of his black beard.

"Well, I think that's everything of importance," Dumbledore concludes. "Let the feast begin!"

The plates and goblets lining the table in front of you fill with delicious food and you waste no time piling things onto your plate. The Hall echoes with talk, laughter and the clatter of cutlery against porcelain.

"So, now that you're here, I guess I can talk to you about...y'know," you say quietly to Remus, though the lowered volume isn't really necessary when the Great Hall is alive with such chatter and noise. "Got a visit from the Minister of Magic and a few of his buddies the last day."

"I expected as much," he replies with a sigh. "Actually, I'm so sorry, I meant to visit as soon as I found out but it was a full — "

"It's alright, Moony. I'm glad you didn't," you say with a weak smile. "They're monitoring the house again. I don't want you to have to get caught up in all this."

"Still...I feel bad about leaving you to deal with that alone."

You wave him off. "It's fine, honestly. I'm very brave." You chuckle at that last part, elbowing Remus playfully.

He doesn't seem to find it too funny, and worry lines crease his eyes as he opens his mouth to say something before shutting it, seemingly choosing against whatever he was going to say and returning to his meal.

⁠✧⁠*⁠。✧⁠*⁠。

The weeks pass much quicker than usual, spending less time bored and alone now that you have Remus to pester. Every Monday at breakfast, you wait anxiously for your delivery of The Daily Prophet, practically snatching it out of the air and rifling through it and scouring for any mention of Sirius. There are plenty, of course — constant reminders from the Ministry that they are doing everything they can to locate him.

Nothing interesting really happens, apart from Draco Malfoy throwing such a fit over Hagrid's lesson that his father is practically trying to get the heads of both Hagrid and Buckbeak on the chopping block. You understand that he was hurt...but in a magical world, most injuries are just not worth fretting over when you can pop up to Madam Pomfrey's and she'll have you mended in a minute.

You check up on Hagrid a few times for a quick cup of tea and it's obvious that the incident has shaken him and he's lost most of his excitement for his lessons. You feel awful. Hagrid has too kind of a soul to be subjected to the threats of Lucius Malfoy.

Speaking of which, you notice the uncanny resemblance between Draco and his father. Your distaste for Lucius has been present ever since you went to school together, and do your best not to let that impact the way you treat Draco — even if the fact that he decides to chat for most of his astronomy class while you are talking drives you up the walls. He is only a boy, after all, and we cannot help what values we are raised with and by whom we learn them from.

You really do wish Lucius hadn't passed on that hair to him though. It's a monstrosity.

You sigh as you sit at your desk, reading over your third years' homework. You hum quietly to yourself, Dubh sleeping soundly on your lap as you work.

You give Harry's a glance, ticking the labels scribbled beneath each star, before you find one incorrectly labeled and positioned star that strikes you as familiar. You shuffle through the other students' charts, eventually landing on Ron Weasley's, taking it out and holding it against Harry's in comparison. Same exact mistake and same exact misspelling of 'Gamma Geminorum'.

You chuckle, writing, 'Nice try' on both charts and moving on to the next.

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The Halloween feast passes with you and Remus chatting amicably, the Great Hall lit up by floating candle-filled pumpkins, flaming bright orange streamers and clouds of fluttering live bats. And the food — Hogwarts dinners are always something you miss during the summer holidays.

Later that evening, you walk through the hallways back to your room, when you hear Dumbledore yell loudly from the Gryffindor corridor. Confused and curious, you change course and head down the hallway to find a large crowd of students murmuring, all pushing themselves up onto their tippy-toes to see over the heads in front of them.

Dumbledore is at the front with Percy Weasley beside him, so you push through the students to see what all the fuss is about.

The Fat Lady's portrait is void of the woman, replaced by vicious slashes ripping through the canvas, leaving strips fallen on the ground beneath it.

Dumbledore looks at the strips of canvas on the ground, glancing up and noticing you, before his eyes shift to your right and you turn and see McGonagall, Snape and Remus hurrying towards you.

"We need to find her," he says. "Professor McGonagall, please go to Mr Filch at once and tell him to search every painting in the castle for the Fat Lady."

"You'll be lucky!" Comes a cackling voice and you immediately know the speaker.

Peeves joyfully bobs over the group of students, blowing a raspberry at one trembling first-year.

"What do you mean, Peeves?" Dumbledore says calmly, and Peeves mischief fades quickly and he takes on a much more professional tone.

"Ashamed, Your Headship, sir. Doesn't want to be seen. She's a horrible mess. Saw her running through the landscape up on the fourth floor, sir, dodging between the trees. Crying something dreadful," he says cheerfully. "Poor thing," he adds, unconvincingly.

"Did she say who did it?" Dumbledore asks quietly.

"Oh, yes, Professorhead," Peeves replies, with a devious expression, as though he's got something truly shocking to reveal. "He got very angry when she wouldn't let him in, you see."

Peeves flips over, giggling, winking at you through his own legs. "Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black."

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->-> read chapter six here!

→ all kinds of interaction are appreciated ♡

sorry it's been almost a week since last upload! had a bit of writer's block 💔

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #angst #angst with a happy ending #harry potter #fanfiction #the marauders #fanfic #hp #marauders

[tossawary]

Quote from the beginning of the Skinner Demon mission with some notes of things I need to remember. Warning for brief description of graphic violence and background character deaths.

"The file described the location, a small city several tens of kilometers away from Cang Qiong Mountain Sect. Recently a numbers f murders gad occurred within it. Already nine people were dead.

Every victim shared a common fate: the skin on their body had been completely, meticulously peeled off from head to toe and with perfect precision, as if the skin had never been attached to the deceased body at all. It was enough to horrify anyone. Therefore, the murderer had come to be known as the "Skinner Demon."

The Skinner Demon's chosen victims were all young, beautiful women. Therefore, in Shuang Hu City, every family with daughters, wives, or concubines shut and locked their doors the moment night fell. Despite this, they had been unable to stop the Skinner Demon from coming and going as it pleased.

A succession of nine horrible deaths, yet the officials had no idea what to do. The city's people were in a state of panic. There were even rumors that it was the work of a ghost - otherwise, how could the culprit come and go without a trace?!

Several influential families had met together and at last decided to send someone to Cang Qiong Mountain Sect to plead for assistance from the Immortal cultivators.

Shen Qingqiu had already read this information multiple times. But no matter how many times he read it, it wasn't the least bit helpful.

The hell is a Skinner Demon?! Never heard of it! Is this a newly added plotline or a hidden one?! Is it dangerous?! Is it strong?! Am I even going to be able to deal with it?! This isn't what we agreed to!"

Chapter 1, pages 54-55

Notes to remember:

Nine known victims. The locals think it's probably a ghost. The information about the murders is semi-public.

'Skinner Demon' is a title given by the locals and not a known demon type. At least not in the Human Realm. Shen Yuan has never heard of them. They never appeared in PIDW to his memory.

Several influential families send for Cang Qiong, rather than local government officials, although in this case, they're probably the same thing.

Tension could probably be upped on Shuang Hu City by including details like a curfew, checkpoints of guards with demon detecting equipment, people selling charms (including fake ones) to protect against ghosts, and visible protection talismans and other security measures. Really show in a story that the city is on high-alert.

If people are selling counterfeit charms to protect against the murder ghost, then Ning Yingying could buy one for Binghe to make up for the recent loss of his mother's jade pendant, which would not make Binghe feel better. Or someone could try to sell Binghe one of these obvious fakes and Binghe could take offense.

#tossawary svsss #tossawary rereads svsss #the skinner demon #character death #sit with your soul #luo binghe #ning yingying

[dawniedrella]

For some reason, this image makes me feel kinda sad idk why :(((

[SPOILERS]

(aka just me rambling abt stuff aksnjhbcjaka pardon me)

I always see Lan and Exe have this strong bond, being able to prevail through many battles together, even if it meant having to risk their own lives and all that... the more i think about it, the more it makes sense

I'm not fully well versed into battle network lore as i am with mmx lore but I always wondered if Lan knew that exe was actually based on his dead twin brother. Yes, he treats exe like his own brother but knowing where exe's data was from is something only Lan's father (and possibly his mother) know

Sometimes, putting yourself into Lan's shoes: imagine having to lose your netnavi a few times from battle and thinking theyre gone for good. I do see why, cuz I always see Exe as somewhat a polar opposite of Lan; the dutiful brother who's willing to take risks if it meant for the better good of the world or to just protect his family

But i feel worse for Dr. Hikari, for he's the one who created exe himself. He may have not fully moved on from the early infant death of his other son (Hub), therefore he used his deceased son's data to create Megaman.exe and gifted it to Lan on his birthday. Exe is a very important member in the family, especially to Mrs. Hikari (Dr. Hikari's wife), whom had to bear with the loss of her twin son. And having Exe around, either spending time with Lan, scolding him to do his work and listen to his parents, going to school with him, or even calling Lan's parents "Mom" and "Dad" gives Mrs. Hikari a sweet familial feeling.... a feeling as if her other son was still alive. At this point, Exe was not a netnavi, but their child: a child that they have lost too soon but was revived under the condition that they do not bear flesh, but digital strands of data.

I really WANNA RAMBLE MORE ABOUT THIS BUT I NEED TO SINK INTO MORE MEGAMAN BATTLE NETWORK CONTENT (I only played 2 games and watched the entirety of dubbed NT warrior so yeah HASBDBAKJ) rest of the stuff I knew was out of discovery

Still though, I just really love the concept behind Lan and Megaman.exe's bond and seeing so much possibilities behind it! Like what if we get an alternative universe where Exe was human instead of a netnavi (Hub Hikari ftw !!!) Or Exe meeting children suffering from the same disease he had (there was in the one of the games but i feel like that aspect should be explored more) I just feel like there would be more for them in store but for now we gotta wait THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TEDTALK

#megaman #megaman battle network #megaman.exe #i just had a dream about exe and then suddenly im here

[acheronist]

🧛🏻‍♀️⚰️

disclaimer i am not a scholar or a historian or an archaeologist. i just like vampires in a freak way and read a lot of weird articles + listen to podcasts and think about this a lot.

so the vampire burials that i know the most about were done in the general region of like... hungary / slovakia / romania / poland kind of following along the line of the carpathian mountain range. but also then in like, early america as well for some reason. random ass 1700s vampire hysteria panic swept the nation (all 25 square miles of it).

anyways so this area in europe is notorious for vampire folklore anyways so it tracks that where the european vampire folklore was originating = where people are most frightened of it for real. and so the vampire graves that have been excavated and studied are HONESTLY PROBABLY just the graves of like..... normal people who were ill in some way, and therefore cast into a suspicious light, and then died. but it was a fairly common belief that if someone WAS a vampire, especially prior to dying, then they'd return from the dead and attack and kill their family first before moving onto friends and neighbors and the rest of the community. bad for the community. so after the "vampire" in question died, the living would take extra steps to ensure that the deceased would not rise from the grave again and start killing them because well No One would like that! so one one hand its really kind of upsetting that-- essentially-- the dead were being accused and vandalized without the ability to protect or defend themselves AND THEN ALSO having their burial rites get screwed around with. sure you prevented the vampires but now we've got fucking ghosts. great work everyone.

and then on the other hand morbid freaky trivia is so fascinating to MEEEEEEE so here some of the most dramatic methods that i can recall from the top of my head:

dismembering the deceased's corpse ( with an emphasize on decapitation)

and for the decapitation, sickles or hand scythes were placed over the deceased's neck, so if they lived and sat up again, they'd cut their own throat

also rearranging the dismembered body (pieces) or the body (whole) in specific patterns

padlocking the deceased's feet together

placing bricks or rocks into the deceased's mouth, either breaking their teeth or making it impossible for any postmortem vampire zombie bite damage to be inflicted upon the living

pinning the deceased's corpse into the ground via steel or iron stakes to keep them from getting up. often stakes were stabbed thru the heart which is where the motif in media today comes from

but also sometimes removing the heart from the deceased completely and burning it also happened

burying the deceased with wreathes of garlic and poppy seeds and paprika peppers to act as wards to keep them where they were. which is hilarious also when you take into account how much garlic and poppy and paprika gets used in eastern european cuisine

and i might be making this part up LMAO but i feel like in my heart. and brain. that i remember a colonial american(?) story where an autopsy was performed on a recently deceased girl(??) whose organs still looked "fresh" and functional, as it were, and not like the organs of someone dead. because she was obviously rising from the dead and drinking the blood of the living which we can tell from her remarkably fresh organs. this was another great instance of vampire organ harvesting but i for SURE need to go try and find my source for this again.

and similarly, i also am like 90% sure I've read about exhuming someone who had been accused of being a vampire, and judging how their rate of decomposition was going, and if they looked too fresh and alive then they were a vampire and we can brutally kill them again. obviously differences in burial climates and situations would have no bearing or affect upon the body's rate of decay btw.

but then as we work our way up thru history, illegal body snatching also became an incredibly common thing as anatomists and doctors and surgeons needed the bodies to learn from. and I'm SOOOO so certain that grave cages / mort safes were invented because normal people did not want their corpses to be body snatched and turned into underground med student dissection homework. BUT ☝🏻 i have also seen claims that cages over the graves were put in place to keep the vampires IN the grave, not to keep body snatchers OUT of the grave. and then I went hmm. where have I seen big elaborate grave cages before?

mother fucking henry ford has a mort safe cage on his shit, so the only reasonable conclusion to all of this is that henry ford was a vampire. amen. my edible is hitting now and i cant think of a good conclusion to this post sorry. someday i will write an essay. or finish making my gay ass zine about this.

#vamp

[jamilelucato]

seeking comfort

pairing: (teen) Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon!reader

summary: a quiet conversation by the beach — really platonic.

words: 720

one shot: yes.

a/n: it's just a conversation that my teenage self would've loved to have with Aegon. **gif not mine

His sudden presence startled her, for she had not paid much attention and did not see him coming.

“My prince,” she said, lowering her head since she could not bow adequately.

“Lady Velaryon,” he replied. To her surprise, he lowered himself, sitting by her side at the beach.

She stayed silent, not knowing what to say. What could be said to a prince — especially the one with so many rumours spreading? She had heard all about his relations with the maids; she noticed his habit of drinking and his aspiration to the Throne; therefore, it was best to stay quiet.

In silence, the teens stayed for at least a couple of minutes. It was only the waves and the wind.

Y/n wondered if he called her Lady Velaryon for a lack of knowing her full name.

She obviously was one of them — she had the hair — but she was just cousins with Lady Laena, the deceased they were there for.

“Do you like here?” he asked her.

His voice sounded hurt somehow.

She thought about his question. Did she? Pantos seemed calm enough, better than the castle, for sure, but y/n had so many privileges in the company of her family and the Targaryens.

“I think Laena didn’t,” she answered, surprising the prince.

“Why would you say so?”

She shrugged and immediately regretted doing so. It was not right to act like that when the royals were around, but Aegon didn’t even notice.

“I do not know, but… I don’t feel like she liked living away from her brother,” the Lady explained.

Aegon, much to her astonishment, listened. “Do you have brothers, m’lady?”

“Not one, I’m afraid,” she stated, but she wasn’t sad. “I have the castle — your family’s — as my whole family now.”

He tried not to, but he couldn’t hold his snort.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he stared deep at the horizon, and Lady y/n watched his gaze.

“I’m not,” she said, only later noticing that she might’ve pealed condescending. “It is less lonely with the Targaryens.”

Aegon smiled, turning back to face the Lady. “Yes, I suppose it is.”

The two didn’t take long to get back to their hush thoughts. Y/n, of course, wondered what could be bothering the Prince, but she didn’t utter a word.

She stared at him, analysing his figure — his nose bridge, silver hair and beautiful eyes. If King, Aegon would be prettier than most of the ones y/n saw.

“Are you okay, my Prince?”

He grunted, not out of impoliteness, but in sudden disgust of his title. “Just call me Aegon,” he said, facing her.

“Well, I’m y/n, in that case,” she smiled, trying to pass a good impression. Had they just become friends?

“Y/n…” he said, testing out her name, “did you ever have to take on responsibilities you did not wish for?”

Y/n pondered. “I am the only alive of my line, even though I’m not the last Velaryon.”

The Prince waited. “But those are normal responsibilities that would’ve ended up taking anyway. So, to answer your question, no, I don’t think I did.”

Aegon and y/n shared a look that lasted longer than she wished. It felt like it meant a lot, but when Aegon looked away, it was all forgotten.

“If you ever happen to, please, come to me,” he said, swallowing hard. “Perhaps by then, I’ll know best, and I shall be able to give you some advice.”

“Did you seek my advice, my… sorry, Aegon?” she asked. He did not answer. Instead, he got up, cleaned his pants and looked one last time at y/n, who didn’t clearly understand his last word to her — goodbye? See you around? — because it didn’t matter. All she could think of was his eyes, his expression — how that second there, with him, standing, and her, sitting, represented all they could ever get to be.

She was below him. They weren’t friends. It was naive of her to have believed in that.

So she watched him leave. The Prince did not want to be King, not that day. Would he in the future actually be able to give her some advice? Who knew. All she could do was hope that, when the day comes, his offer would still be standing.

#house of the dragon #aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #velaryon reader #daemon targaryen #house of targaryen #hotd #hotd fic

[canonicallyobserving911]

Buck & Eddie

Unpopular Opinion

It's season 7 but it appears the more things change, the more they stay the same.

Disclaimer: These are my opinions and they're based on my observations and interpretations of the BTS pics, interviews and promos that have been released in advance of the upcoming episodes.

Back to the regularly scheduled program...

Eddie

It appears my favorite character Eddie Diaz is about to be sidelined yet again and he won't have a beneficial or substantive storyline 🤔🧐 all his own, possibly for the remainder of season 7. As usual, he'll be there to support Buck but is there anything else for Eddie? Can he please have a storyline that's solely about him and Chris and it not be one that's tied to giggly, creepy and smiling Marisol? He hasn't had one since season 3 and it's been four years therefore, it's time (I'm not including the shooting because the audience didn't see his recovery nor am I including his PTSD arc because it wasn't given the time it deserved and after 5x14 he wasn't shown going to therapy anymore so there's that. Furthermore, he wasn't even shown preparing to go back to the 118, he just slid down the fireman's pole in 5x18 and it wasn't revisited). Can Eddie and Chris FINALLY have an open and honest conversation about Shannon? Eddie views her through a pair of rose colored glasses because he thinks it's his fault but there were two people in their relationship so he shouldn't shoulder all the blame especially when she left and was gone for almost 2 years without a call to her son. A conversation between just the two of them is needed because Chris is older now and he read the letter she wrote in 7x1. The audience didn't see him ask Eddie any questions about it and we didn't see how he's feeling now that he knows she may not have ever returned if she hadn't died.

Eddie and Chris have the largest biological family of all the mains (not including Bobby because other than his deceased wife and two children, the audience hasn't been introduced to them... like ever) but for some reason they moved Eddie’s abuela back to El Paso even though his aunt has that big house that she lives in by herself. Also, the audience never gets to see Eddie’s sisters and with all the attention that's going to be given to Tommy in the upcoming episodes, it's likely the audience might not get to see them this time either. Eddie has a deep and interesting background but the show barely touches the surface of it. Can Eddie please be given a worthy storyline all on his own? He deserves it!

Buck

So... is the audience supposed to just forget everything that happened to Buck in season 6? Apparently, so because based on OS's multiple interviews, Buck’s not dwelling on the broken relationship with his parents (they're still $hitty, their rushed and trifiling redemption arc sucked and it was undeserved. I don't trust them but Buck does so, whatever), there hasn't been any more mentions of Connor's and Kameron's baby (Full Disclosure: I still don't believe their baby is biologically his but it's probably been forgotten or retconned like everything else including Buck’s age), does he or does he not still want to be captain? He's not in therapy and he may or may not go back but he's moved on from his death, so I guess there's no trauma resulting from it. How does he feel about his job now because... HE DIED while he was doing it in 6x10 but the audience didn't see him process it even though every other character processed their own individual traumas.

Eddie used a baseball bat to destroy his bedroom in 5x13, Maddie walked into the ocean in 5x12, Hen went to therapy after 3x8, Bobby broke his sobriety in 1x4, Athena broke down in season 5 after she killed Jeffrey and Chimney took Jee-Yun with him to find Maddie in 5x4 and they were gone for 6 months. They all went to therapy at some point but it appears Buck’s immune to the trauma he's experienced so there's that.

7x4 airs tomorrow and I'm still not excited about it. After the way 6x18 ended, I hoped things would be different but maybe my expectations were too high. I don't think so because IMO, the upcoming episodes seem to be repetitive and basically a wash, rinse, repeat of the past. Maybe it will be different... but I'm not going to hold my breath.

Will the rest of season 7 be different for Buck and Eddie or is the focus still going to be solely on Buck? Who knows except the showrunner, writers, producers, actors and actresses since they are the only ones who know the answer to that question.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 abc #911 on abc #911 meta #911 season 6 speculation #911 season 7 #911 season 7 speculation #911 spoilers #911 speculation #oliver stark #ryan guzman #christopher diaz #the buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family #anti shannon diaz #anti bucktommy #anti eddietommy #Anti eddiemarisol #911 unpopular opinion #unpopular opinion

[e-o-n-i-a-n]

Awareness and Alignment | Energy Management | Manifestation and Divinity

What does seeing repeating numbers mean?

“Why am I seeing angel numbers 11:11, 222, 333, 444, 555 frequently? Is there any meaning to see these numbers?”

“I see these angel numbers constantly every single day all the time. What is they trying to tell me exactly. Do you know???”

The fact that one is seeing so many 'angel' numbers at the same time does not mean that one is deeply connected to one's 'spirit guides' or 'angels', or such beings or entities are communicating with one frequently.

Distorted knowledge suggests that these numbers could be guiding or comforting messages from the universe, or it's the universe’s way of confirming that one is on a path of spiritual enlightenment and/or awakening. These are simply lies though.

One — should not trust in such (hu)manmade concepts — aka “signs from the universe” and all that fancy jazz. 

'Angels' and 'spirit guides' don't send “signs” to human beings.

The Infinite Intelligence/Creator/Creation doesn't work like this. Man, however, likes comfort, shortcuts, minimal effort, flattery, and a very little or no responsibility.

One must remember that numerology/angel numbers/spirit guides/twin flames/soul mates/spirituality/time/religions/nonduality/higher-self/consciousness/enlightenment/law of attraction/law of assumption/starseeds etc., etc., etc., — are human made concepts i.e., labels, which built-up from words, words which create our false reality;

but most importantly: one can, and thus, must be able to use their level and ability of awareness/discernment, and with that, a higher frequency vibrational field, — aka 'angels' or 'spirit guides' — GOODness never interferes.

One's higher frequency awareness field = one's SOUL (aka, the higher-self), however, is able to do so:

the SOUL/one's core/True Self is a pure, loving awareness field so, can guide one, "raise" the alarm, or sooth/balance out anxiety/fear with wisdom = intelligence and love.

The SOUL projects its awareness into multiple beings under numerous avatars, (multiple yous in parallel lives — there might be several hundred entities projected by your soul) across multiple dimensions and lives; — therefore, when one's connected to their SOUL, one is actually guided/advised by themselves based on profound insights from a higher level awareness.

A higher/greater level of awareness is when one is able to access to their accumulated knowledge/wisdom built-up over 'time'.

It's often called an “altered state” — which is a result of fine-tuned energy management that can be manifested through a purified body, including a purified mind and heart.

The crutch you never needed.

Many can experience — either via their gift or devoted practice — hearing the “chatter” of different creatures in the quantum, aka akashic reading. Now, whether one 'hears' the whispers of higher beings such as angels, or deceased entities, or trickster spirits that is depending on one's awareness level.

There are many entities specifically that are connected with one throughout the field of cognitive/earth matrix. There are literally tens of thousands of these entities that are connected simultaneously with human beings.

Released memory materials of variously evolved entities and beings are hardly genuine/REAL,* thus not beneficial to living beings coping in the 3D material awareness. Some “experts” may say otherwise; it doesn't make it true, though.

*Memory fields/frequency energy units are contaminated by one's mind's fear, the cognitive, conditioning, and biases; even if one has lost their body in this realm, i.e., died, even if that happened a very long time ago; these memory units/data in frequency form still linger on and thus are available and 'readable' as energetic records in the quantum/akashic fields.

How Psychics, Mediums, Clairvoyants, Tarot readers etc., actually choose to interpret their messages and experiences depends entirely on their level of development, i.e., the evolvement of their souls, their perceptional awareness, background and upbringing, and filters: fears, biases and existing beliefs.

For instance, seeing the Akashic fields as a library: this visual arises in one who values education, or is a lifelong learner, or loves reading and/or books, or the love of books was modelled by their family, or by someone who they were looked up to, or their SOUL/BEING has a history in the educational, academic, or literary fields, etc., etc.

The mind creates familiarity, a cognitive shorthand to make processing easier for the experience of an inner inquiry.

Similarly, in case of NDEs — the mind/ego focuses on one's own survival and is able to hide in the subconscious, therefore, experiences will be filtered: softened or modulated by the ego/mind to avoid feelings of inconvenience/pain/embarrassment/shame, but accumulate pleasure and enhancement instead.

Numerous NDEs accounts describe Jesus as the divine figure they met.

Why?

Because:

a., it's a deeply ingrained belief in one that stems from family, tribal, community, cultural values — it is not necessary for one to be a believer/Christian “to meet Jesus” during an NDE. One can even see/carry themselves as an atheist or can be indifferent towards religions ➛ ego is in subconscious, too.

b., the person has a history, parallel or previous lives, where they follow/followed, or knew/was introduced to/got familiar with/affected by Christianity/the story of Jesus.

“Padded” knowledge, (aka shortcuts/“help”/“guidance”) — advisory activity from so called 'angels' and 'spirit guides' either via business offerings or other scheme, is just a deliberate way to control another individual because, clarity on one's path, or guidance on one's purpose/mission/gifts are never made known/revealed to a third party (such as mediums or intuitive readers) only to the one, (who's the seeker), — each being is unique (as in unique in unimportant ways for the false/illusory-self/ego) on their unique path, and each being is a channel as Source's energy flows through all of us.

By default/design, information on one's fate and destiny always remains confidential. One's being is an enigma to another, therefore, no one has the truth or deep insights about another being's dealings.

However, as the data of personal experiences can relate to more than one, (relatability + energetic connectedness), with concepts such as 'angel numbers' and 'spirit guides', or 'channeled messages' it's easy for an observant pattern reader to manipulate and exploit the fearful and gullible.

On another note, posing as an interpreter for “spirits” can get quite a bit of attention/idolization/worship and pride for one('s ego).

A spiritual “help/advice/guidance” received from another one hinders the seeker from developing a greater level of perceptional awareness and discernment (so one will remain caught up in karma); one, who takes counsel or seeks reassurance either from soothsayers, channellers, card readers, or discarnated spirits or other various entities of the quantum field, — dismisses their own abilities.

By turning to a 'spiritual mediator,' or a 'spiritual advisor', or a discarnated entity/spirit in the 'external,' — one ultimately rejects her/himself, thus the SELF/I AM/REAL.

The IS-ness, aka I AM/ Source/GOD/All That IS does not live inside of all of us, and if one does not conceive of or believe in their own divinity, how are they going to make the leap into the next levels?

Greater perceptional awareness (i.e., an evolved being with a higher density perceptional awareness, e.g., 5th density and above) recognizes and understands that no one has the purpose/task/mission/dharma, but most importantly, the capability to advise or teach another on their lessons, or on the development of their 'spiritual path', inner being/inner world that is just:

• an ego's misinterpretation/projection based on lack of awareness (i.e., fear): I need advice from others in order to thrive/advice is needed for others because they are helpless/suffering; or

• an ego card for superiority or control: I know it better/I am better.

Ego thinks, it knows better, the SOUL knows it: looking for information or confirmation in the external is futile.

As always, awareness is the key that developed through the frequencies of creation: wisdom and love.

So, what does it mean when one sees repeating numbers?

It means: one is out of alignment — energetically — with the The ONE's/Most HIGH's/GOD's/One Creator's/ I AM's/Source's/ REAL's/LOVE's frequency.

Why?

When we think, thought forms/beliefs arisen within our bodies (mind and heart), in the language of physics we're creating the electrical and magnetic expression of them as waves of energy, which aren't confined to our mind and heart or limited by the physical barrier of our skin and bones. So we're creating a world/reality around us in each moment of every day through a language that has no words: through belief-waves of our conscious awareness field (body+mind+heart and — if one's able to mute/master their ego — then the soul can take the lead of those aforementioned).

The minute one is in doubt = one is in FEAR state of consciousness/conscious awareness, and when one's being in fear, one is jumping in the mind = one's thinking, desperately trying to seek security = aid/reassurance/validation/purpose/guidance/love in the external; either in the mind, or in our reality. Meanwhile, one's vibrational frequency drops and fear drags one at the lowest level of frequencies.

Due to that, all energy manifest and fear is an energy, too, the outcomes of such manifestations will always be not REAL, i.e., illusory — i.e., that is not lasting, — because FEARs are Lies, fabrications of a non-existent, illusory-self/ego/identity.

One can never find any of the REAL in the external, because the reality, our reality, created by minds, a common hallucination = a matrix projected by phantom egos, — is actually, a cognitive bias, therefore, nothing REAL can be attained/gained from the external.

Seeking guidance, validation, or protection from repeating numbers is a limiting belief: manifestation of one's fear, — and FEAR attracts the fearful.

One's responsibility is remembering one's core essence/truth so one can recognize and understand what one's doing with their energy.

One should take care of their energy. 

This is part of learning to take control of your energy.  Who is going to control your energy if you don’t?

Oddly, so many regard the 10 instructions (mispresented as the Ten Commanmends) of the Semitic Decree, aka The BIBLE / Old Testament, left behind by Annunaki Chief ENKI for his beloved ones, and for the leadership/kings,** (which tells exactly how one can fully realize their divinity on a lower, 3rd density awareness plane such as Earth,) with disdain, but seek and follow hundreds of “advice” from non-visible entities, and/or from “experts” with veiled/limited/biased perceptional awareness (i.e., one with a contaminated body/astral body, mind, or heart) on various platforms.

**The story of the Anunnaki and their arrival is told, in part, by the ‘Enuma elish’ – known as the Epic of Creation (seven tablets of Creation), with other subsequent Sumerian texts detailing their stay here on Earth.

“...when there is one who understands the energies of all Creation, and how they then may utilize those energies to make themselves a god, then they keep people in bondage, for they then seek to have control over others, in order to feel that they are a god.”

This is exactly what happened with the Anunnaki and their relationship with human beings, even though it was probably unintentional in the beginning, they ‘got off’ on the power and made themselves into gods.

— Excerpted from Where Were You Before the Tree of Life? by Peter Farley

The Enuma elish tells how a group of fifty Annunaki, “Those who from Heaven to Earth came,” landed in the Arabian Sea or the Persian Gulf under the leadership of E.A (He whose house is water), and established E. RI.DU (“House in the Faraway Built”). Ea not only gave his name to the planet Ea-rth, but also acquired another title EN.KI –“Lord of Earth.”

Enki tried to help humanity survive from the “Great Flood” that occurred approximately 11,000 years ago.

“You are doomed unless you stop fearing death. We are the ones who caused you to fear death, because we age very fast while we sojourn on Earth.”

Powerful insights about our origins and development actually exist in the early records of Atlantis, but they are hidden from us because the Nibiruans, the creator gods, realized we could be controlled if we could be made to fear.

The Anunnaki of Sumer/Nephilim came down from heaven and provided the Sumerians with the foundations to form one of the first civilizations.

The story of the Anunnaki, the Nephilim of the Bible, is clearly told in The Book of the Watchers, a collection of visionary stories set, in turn, into a larger collection called the First Book of Enoch.

— Excerpted from Where Were You Before the Tree of Life? by Peter Farley

The Bible, written after the flood, to justify Enlil, hides that he failed to drown the slave race. “The Bible was Enlil’s propaganda and indoctrination.  Enlil realized that the only way to control humanity was with absolute power, control and fear, strong-handed, dictatorial tactics.  Enlil would be their god, ruling them through intimidate, fear bloodthirsty violence.  But he rewarded them for loyalty and obedience for complying with his commands.” — Tellinger, M., Slave Species of god.

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The stories of the Bible are symbolic. They delve into our inner being and coded existence and the energies at work within our bodies.

Earth has been continuously and extensively influenced by visitors from other realms. It is interesting that the 10 instructions were compelled by ENKI considering that the Sirians/Annunaki of Sumer — and also the Atlanteans, Arcturians, Orionis etc., — all alien races who took part the colonization of this planet, — are higher density beings.

We each possess the capacity to commit the seven deadly (karmic) sins that diminish our divine essence by lowering our density, and that keeps us in the shackles of karma. Absolutely inherent within us.

“As you did, so shall it be done to you;

Your conduct shall be requited.”

— Obadiah 1:15

The only way to combat that is through individual transformation, one needs to practice a little self-control/discipline, and to begin taking responsibility for themselves, and for the planet. Freedom lies in a correct energy management.

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“Seeking guidance, validation, or protection from repeating numbers is a limiting belief: manifestation of one's fear,” 

Ways to get rid of this fear is doing something goodness/kindness without expectations, or recalling something good, a story/a mental picture, and being like a child, starting smiling/laughing at such symmetry (i.e., repeated numbers), which creates a higher frequency vibrational energies within one's energy field whenever one sees repeating numbers, then, slowly these 'angel' numbers will start to disappear.

Remember who you are. Remember your gift.

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[monatice]

Colors - Kim Hongjoong

Summary: You were Hongjoong’s second love. His first love had passed away a few years ago, leaving Hongjoong behind. It was now your job to heal Hongjoong’s broken heart. But could you even do it and make Hongjoong see the colours of life again?

The most tragic loss there was besides losing your beloved parents was probably seeing the person you love die. No one should ever experience it, but Hongjoong had seen it. His first wife had passed away after a long fight with cancer. Hongjoong was there for her the whole time but in the end, he lost her, nevertheless.

It was hard afterwards. It was as if someone ripped out a part of his heart. Every step he took he was hurt, and he got more and more tired. The light of his life turned dark, and he only saw the dark side of life.

Whenever the cherry blossom festival started, he didn’t see the beauty of them but was focused on how the wind was strong and cold. When the first snow came, he wasn’t running out into the garden laughing and enjoying it. He stayed inside and complained about the traffic problems. Hongjoong’s whole life was different.

Sure, he always tried his best to keep it away from his fans when he held a concert. But he was sure that they had a feeling that something was wrong. Hongjoong could only hide the tears he had shared multiple times, but he could not hide the sadness his eyes displayed. Yet, he could not openly show it, because he didn’t want fans to worry. After all, they never knew Hongjoong was taken in the first place. Therefore, he had to continue living his life this way, even though it was hard.

He continued to live like this for a while, even when he met you, he wasn’t fully committing. He felt as if he’d betrayed his deceased wife. Eventually, after sixteen months he admitted that he was in love with you, but he was scared. He was scared that his wife felt betrayed. And how he could have fallen in love again. Even though he said he would never.

You were patient with him, he went through so much. You didn’t mind waiting, you would wait as long as it would take.

After another two months, he asked if you’d mind coming with him to the grave. You accepted because you knew that it would help Hongjoong find closure.

So here you were standing in front of his wife’s grave. Hongjoong put the flowers on the gravestone and smiled.

“Hi, my love.” Hongjoong started and you smiled. You knew that even if you stepped into his life. This woman was his first love and would always play a big role in his life. “Today, I am not alone. I wanted you to meet someone.” Hongjoong got up and went back to you and took your hand and held it. “I fell in love again, you know,” Hongjoong said, looking down and then back to the grave. “I know, I always said I wouldn’t, but I never thought you’d be taken away from me this early.” Hongjoong continued.

He looked over to you and you met his gaze and smiled. “She came into my life when I needed someone the most,” he said while looking into your eyes. Then he looked back to the grave. “After you passed away, I was in a dark place. I couldn’t enjoy anything. I would always find the bad side of a day. Today I would have said how the clouds are making me feel sad, instead of being happy that the weather is turning warmer and warmer.” he explained. “I am not here to tell you I stopped loving you. You will always be my beloved wife. And she knows that you are a big part of my life and always will be.” you nodded, even though Hongjoong wasn’t looking. “She will take care of me, while you watch over us, okay? I wish you could give us your blessing in any way.” Hongjoong knelt and stroked the picture of his wife as suddenly the sun came out.

Hongjoong looked up to the sky and sobbed. You walked over to him and stroked through his hair down to his back where you kept your hand. “Thank you, my love. For giving me your blessing. I am sure I will visit you often and tell you about everything. And I will bring her with me from time to time as well. Be happy wherever you are as well, okay.” Hongjoong stroked away a tear that was going down his cheek. “I love you and thank you for the time you gave me with you.” he kissed his hand and then put it on the photo. He got up and you looked at him. He met your eyes and smiled.

“Can I say something as well?” you asked and Hongjoong nodded. “of course.”

You stepped slightly forward. “Hi, I haven’t gotten the chance to meet you, but I am sure you were amazing. I just want you to know that I will take good care of him. You do not have to worry about him anymore. Thank you for your blessing and be happy. Because I will do everything in my power to make him happy.” you smiled and bowed lightly in front of the grave, making Hongjoong try to hold back his tears.

You turned back to him and stood in front of him. “Thank you.” he mouthed. “For speaking to her as well.”

“She will always be with you, Hongjoong. And I don’t mind you talking about her whenever you feel like it. If you want to come here, come here. If you want me to come with you, tell me. I am by your side. Okay?”

Hongjoong cupped your face and kissed your forehead. “Okay, I will. Thank you. For everything, you’ve done so far. For being this patient.” he looked into his eyes. “And thank you for not giving up on us.” he smiled.

“I love you, Hongjoong.” you smiled, stroking his cheek.

Hongjoong leaned into your hand and then pulled you into his arms, looking over to his wife’s grave. “We will go for now. But I will be back.” Hongjoong said. “I miss you. I still do.”

You stroked his back while being in his arms. “Goodbye for today.” he stroked over the gravestone as you walked away.

Having the blessing of his deceased wife gave Hongjoong the knowledge that nothing he did was wrong. And you would patiently be by his side and be there for him. You don’t mind him being in the graveyard a lot. She was his first love, and you would only try to close the hole she left, with love you could give. And you knew Hongjoong would give you all the love he could give. Making you the most important person in his life now, but always thought to his wife that had passed away too early.

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[shirshik72]

BiTomas week

Day 3. AU

Author's notes: the characters' images are taken from the classic games and supplemented with my headcannons. This is completely unrelated to "Mortal Kombat 1" (2023).

reverse!au, in which Bi Han came under the program of cybernetization of Lin Kuei

Yes, it was planned as a kind of SmokeHan, similar to the NoobSmoke from MKD. Planned…

The evening, smoothly flowing into night, again took place in the workshop. Smoke loved this place even more than his own room and, de facto, had long ago arranged his sleeping place here. He didn’t want to stain the feather beds in the room with machine oil, but the sofa in the workshop was no less dirty than the sofa itself.

Tomas, too keen on soldering, had stubbornly failed to notice Kuai Liang, who was watching him, for about 10 minutes. If you don’t break this silence, then Smoke won’t even notice him, Sub-Zero understood this very well.

— Did you at least leave here today? — He asked, tilting his head to the side.

The ninja flinched at the sudden sound, turning to look at the visitor.

— Well... — he fell silent for a long time, recalling the events of today. — I went outside to smoke a couple of times.

— But you can't tell by the smell of tobacco, — the grandmaster grumbled, waving away the disgusting smell of cigarettes. — Have you even eaten today?

— Well... — he looked down at the floor again, trying to remember something other than the cyborg to whom he devoted his entire day.

— This is not normal, Tomas, — Sub-Zero mutters, exhaling heavily. — I understand that you are free to spend your day off as you please, but as a friend, I am very worried about you. I repeat: your actions are abnormal. They harm you, Tomas!

— I... — Smoke bowed his head, frantically searching for some words in his head. — ...I understand the truth of your words. But you also understand me... — he emotionally clasped his hands, pointing at the cyborg with whom he had been fiddling with for the last 2 days. — Bi requires maintenance. Especially after the last mission.

Kuai Liang turned his head towards Bi. Or rather to the LK-7C8. He refused to call it by the name of his deceased brother.

Sighing heavily, he turned back to Smoke. He also considered the LK-7C8. But there was something in his gaze... Reverent. Enchanted. In love. It seems that Tomas really saw Bi Han in this pile of metal. How can we explain to him that there is no soul left in the cyborg? How to alleviate the pain from which he is hiding while caring for LK-7C8?

— You could also use some maintenance after the last mission, — Sub-Zero said after a painfully long silence.

— I was practically unhurt, — Smoke noted admiringly. — Bi took the entire blow upon himself, protecting me, — he pointed his finger at the deep hole in the cyborg’s chest. — I'll have to replace this slab.

— I'm talking about something else, Tomas. You are not a cyborg. You need a break. There's some relaxation there.

— I’m more than relaxed here, — he smiles, not taking his eyes off Bi. — I really like it here.

— And if I take the LK-7C8 out of here, will you like it here too?

— Don’t call him that, — Tomas snapped, almost growling. He grabbed the cyborg's hand tightly, squeezing it.

— What should I call it?

— Just like you once called your brother, — he said getting more and more annoyed

— This is no longer my brother, Tomas, — Kuai Liang remarked seriously and persistently.

— It contains everything that remains of your brother. It contains something that can be used to revive your brother, — Smoke said confidently. His gaze hardened, his lips pursed. The tension in the room grew steadily, causing almost physical discomfort.

— Quan Chi took Cyrax out of the cyborg. He is the only one, who knew the secret of this procedure, and he took this secret with him to the grave, — Sub-Zero muttered, trying – once again – to reason with his closest friend.

— It's all because of your idiot Hanzo!

The truth stings painfully and therefore Tomas responds to it with aggression. The vicious flame of malice and hatred lights up in the gray eyes. A cloud of black smoke appears around him. The faint rumble made by Bi only inflames Smoke and his indignation.

An ice dagger also appears in Kuai Liang's hand, but he quickly calms himself down. He understands that Smoke is just in pain. He understands that this cannot be brought to the boiling point. Taking a couple of steps back, Sub-Zero says:

— I'll leave you. It seems like I'm the odd one out here.

Kuai Liang really leaves. Tomas looks after him for a long time, exhaling heavily. He turns his gaze back to Bi, also squeezing the cold metal hand.

— I’ll definitely get you out of there, — he swears an oath, gently stroking the titanium body. — No matter what it costs me, Bi Han... I... I won’t give up. In no case.

Smoke looks up, staring for a long time at the unnatural light emitted by a pair of cybernetic eyes. So bright, blinding, but at the same time cold... Dead light.

Tomas is trying to say something, to continue convincing the cyborg that everything will work out well with him, but he is treacherously lacking in strength. The head falls wearily onto the metal chest.

Smoke is tired. Very tired. For 3 years now, he has been trying to awaken the soul of Bi Han. There is absolutely no result.

But he has no plans to give up yet. It took him more than a 3 year to find the cyborg.

But he found it! Restored it and brought it back into working order. It took a lot of effort, but it all paid off in full. Bi's return was worth all the years that Tomas spent looking for him and all the resources he spent on repairing him.

The ninja pressed closer to the cyborg. Just like how he clung to Bi Han during the long sleepless nights, which they filled with endless conversations about everything. The hand involuntarily reached out to the blue plates, outlining the contours of the titanium cybernetic body.

Cold.

“Bi Han was always cold and hard too,” Smoke thought. Smiling helplessly at the stupidity of his own self-consolation, Tomas still did not find the strength within himself to get up from his chest. Even if Bi was cast from titanium, and not woven from flesh and blood, but inside this body slept everything that once controlled Bi Khan - his soul. And Tomas loved this soul, and not its shell. This is probably why his affection for the cyborg really knew no bounds, going beyond some limits of reason. There was truth in Kuai Liang's words... But emotions and feelings are indifferent to any truths.

Hugging Bi's body with both hands, he felt the incredible comfort of that distant time, when life was simpler, the grass was greener, and he himself never imagined that his life would become... Like this. Of course, there were problems then, but now they all seemed so stupid, petty, idiotic. At that distant time, he did not have to run away from cybernetization, revive the Lin Kuei together with Kuai Liang, wander around the entire Outworld trying to find what was left of his beloved. Yes, then life was not all sugar either, but there was a ray of light in it. Hope. Support. Bi Han was in it.

— I love you, — he muttered somewhere deep into Bi’s metal plates, as if trying to whisper to a soul that had lost its own body.

— It’s mutual, Tomas, — a painfully familiar voice whispered right in his ear, making Smoke tremble from the sudden rush of memories.

Or maybe he was trembling from the grave cold that enveloped his back.

Postscript: I am not an English-speaking person and this is my first experience in writing a literary text in a foreign language. I apologize in advance for all my mistakes in this text and ask you to point them out in the comments or personal messages. Thanks a lot in advance to everyone!

For organizing the event and a lot of new au, for which I will never write anything, thank @bitomas-week.

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[creativepawsworld]

Silence - Chapter 48

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x OC

Summary = Ana and Tommy great ready to go to the Garrison for Michaels 18th Birthday celebration and his official welcome to the family. 

Warnings = Sexual Content...18+... Mature Readers Please... Little Rough...Language...Grammar... Implied cheating... Kinks explore...

Word Count = 2.363

Note = I know I have been awful with updating lately but I am hoping to get onto a more steady writing / update train. With the weather turning once again I mean. As anyone from the Ireland /Uk / Northern Ireland (like me) will know we had stunning weather and I had to get out in it, spend time with the kiddes and fixing my garden. But yes it has unfortunately turned again so I should, should be on a better updating track....Thanks all for staying with me though so much love and appreciation from that! 

I was finishing getting ready for Michael's 18th birthday in The Garrison. Polly wanted to officially welcome him to the family. He seemed like a sweet kid, if he was mine would I want him to be involved with the things they do, probably not. But then I pictured my child. What would they grow up to become? Would they follow in their father's footsteps? Would their father even be around long enough to watch them grow up?

I fought back the tears at that thought.

The door to our bedroom opened and Tommy walked through the door adjusting his tie. I quickly reached up brushing the tear from my face, instantly hiding any trace of a tear. I cough slightly to clear my throat as I look at Tommy through the mirror. He was just staring.

“What?” I asked sharply. I was still a little frosty with him after what he said to the horse trainer back at the Garrison earlier in the week. Not to mention the fact he forgot to tell me it was a woman.

“Were you crying?” He asked stepping towards me, his eyes holding mine through the mirror. His hands came to rest on my shoulders, rubbing the tension from them softly. “What’s got you upset?”

“Nothing” I shook my head using a brush to apply my blush.

“Stace don’t lie to me eh” Tommy sighed, his shoulders dropping slightly as he pulled his plump bottom lip in between his teeth.

“But it’s alright for you to lie to me?” I asked him glaring at him through the mirror.

Tommy bent over, placing soft kisses on my neck, moving his way down from behind my ear. Nibbling slightly as he moved along, reaching my collarbone. He pushed the shoulder of my dress from me, it was rather easy considering I hadn’t been zipped up for the evening yet.

“W..what do you think you are doing?” I asked leaning my neck to the side allowing him more access. “You can’t just… you can’t just..”

“Worship you like the Goddess you are?” Tommy whispered moving back up to whisper in my ear. He rested his chin on my shoulder staring at me through the mirror. A genuine smile on his face. “You look beautiful.”

“Don’t try and sweet talk me, don’t you dare try and sweet talk me.” I stood up thinking that Tommy would move away from me. Instead, he kicked the small backless chair away with his foot, stepping into its place. His arms wrapped around my waist, his eyes never once leaving mine through the reflection.

“You’re the only woman for me Stace, when are you going to start believing me with that?” Tommy asked, his face serious as he stared me down through the mirror.

“When you stop lying to me about horse trainers and asking them if they wanted to fuck you or not.”

Tommy laughed as I said this. He found whatever I had to say amusing. I rolled my eyes, fixing the shoulder of my dress back up to its place. I tried to reach behind me to zip up the dress but Tommy was standing too close, blocking from hands from actually reaching the zipper.

“The name on the card Mrs Carleton gave me had her husband's name. Therefore, I believed I would be dealing with him. It was only after our talk at the betting shop, did I find out he was in fact deceased. His name carries his reputation so it appears even after death Mrs Carleton is using his name to her advantage.”

“If you were to die, would like me to return to my maiden name?” I asked trying my best to glance at him over my shoulder but due to his closeness, it was impossible so I settled for watching him through the mirror as I asked the question.

“And when are you taking my name, Miss Adler? You have made no wedding arrangements. I was led to believe you didn’t want it.” Tommy smirked through the reflection. “But to answer your question no. You do not lose the Shelby name once you take it. You will forever be my wife, even long after am gone.”

I smiled softly at his words. Reaching up I tuck a strand of blonde hair behind my ear, looking down at my make-up on the table below me before looking back up into his eyes.

“And you Tommy? Will you forever be my husband? Even long after am gone?” I asked in a whisper.

“Always.” Tommy nodded.

“Then why ask other women such a question?” I asked. I hated myself for ruining the soft moment that was occurring between us. They were few and far between with everything going on at the minute. With my parents in hospital and Tommy’s one-manned war against the Italians in both London and right here in Birmingham, our time seemed to disappear. I felt I spent more time with Polly than I did with him.

“It was a straightforward question with a straightforward answer. Regardless of what she came back with my answer would have remained the same. With or without you standing there.”

I looked into his eyes, looking for any form of lies, any form of deception but they were clear. Crystal blue, hypnotically blue. After spending the past two years of my life with him I knew what he was trying to do with those eyes. And it worked every time.

“I don’t like you asking questions like that Tommy, it makes me feel inferior, inadequate,” I whispered letting him know honestly how it made me feel.

Tommy turned me around by my hips so he could look deeply into my eyes. I could feel his fingers digging into my hips, enough that I would notice but not enough to leave a mark.

“You are my woman Anastasia Adler. No other will ever compare. I am a man of many things but I am not stupid enough to throw away a woman like you.” He spoke so strongly, so confidently I felt myself believing every word to leave his lips.

I looked up into his eyes innocently as he stared down into mine with what I could only describe as with deepest desire. I felt his hands move up from my hip over my breasts before reaching my shoulders and slowly pushing the top of my unsecured dress from them. His eyes never left mine as the dress fell from my arms, the bodice falling with it, getting stuck at my hips.

Tommy turned me back around so I was now facing the mirror, his lips attaching themselves to my lips leaving soft delicate kisses along the jugular vein on my neck.  His hands came around resting on my baby bump before pushing the dress from my hip, letting it pool around my feet. I blushed looking at him through the mirror, I was standing before him in my underwear.

Nothing was said as Tommy kept my gaze moving around my neck and up to my ear tugging on it gently with his teeth. I swallowed deeply, my eyes fluttering closed as my blood rushed between my legs, leaving a pool of heat and want, making a mess inside my panties.

Tommy’s eyes held nothing but mischief as he ran his hands along my body, squeezing my breasts in his hands before sliding down my bump, one hand staying on to caress our baby as the other disappeared further south. His finger grazed along my clothed core as a pathetic whimper left my lips.

I felt him chuckle breathlessly on the back of my neck as he kissed his way down my spine and back up, his finger rubbing soft circles on my clothed clit.

“Tommy” I whispered out a moan, leaning back into him.

“Open your eyes darling, look at the pleasure I can give you,” Tommy instructed.

The minute I opened my eyes, I was met with his dark, lustful eyes through the mirror. His finger started to pick up the pace before slipping beneath my underwear, touching me exactly where I needed him to touch. I gasped a silent scream as he held my eye contact, two of his thick fingers sliding inside me.

“Look at how beautiful you look, filled with nobody else but me” Tommy almost growled, darkness taking over his eyes as he worshipped my body all while maintaining eye contact through the mirror. I felt myself closing into a peak already.

“Tommy” I whined, feeling myself getting flustered. My thighs clenched around his hands as his fingers moved in and out his lips assaulting my neck. The pressure was building inside my stomach, it was ready to explode.

“Let it go darling” Tommy bit into my neck, leaving a mark but also popping the balloon inside me. A white light blinded me for a second as I gripped the dressing table for support. “Good girl” Tommy licked at my neck and I couldn’t help but purr out to him.

“You like that love? You like being my good girl” Tommy asked unbuckling his belt, putting his hands on the top of my back and bending me over. My face was so close to the mirror that every time I exhaled, the condensation would show up in the mirror. “I asked you a question,” Tommy spoke again, slapping my bare butt cheek.

“Tommy” I squeaked turning to look at him over my shoulder as he spanked my ass.

“What’s wrong love?” Tommy smirked slapping my butt cheek a little harder, no doubt leaving a red mark.

“Oh god.” I whimpered dropping my head to my chest feeling immensely turned on by his behaviour.

“Answer me Stace” He demanded spanking me harder. “You like this don’t you? You love being slapped by me, you like being dominated by me, you like being filled by me don’t you?” Tommy whispered aggressively in my ear as he slipped his cock inside my tight hole.

My mouth fell open in pleasure, my eyes rolled towards the back of my head as he stretched me wide. “Answer me” He demanded once more.

“Yes oh god yes” I moaned loudly as he filled me up completely leaving no room for anything.

“Yeah? Once you deliver this baby Stace. I’m going to fill you with another, and then another and another… You hear me?” He growled into my ear. His hand came up to my neck gently gripping it with his large hand as he pulled me back towards him. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want to please me.”

“Fuck yes Tommy” I cried as he started moving his long, thick cock inside me. My back was bent at an uncomfortable angle, my baby bump rested against the dressing table as Tommy started picking up the pace.

“Ahh fuck” I cried one hand coming up to his around my neck, the other leaning against the mirror of my dressing table to support me as he fucked me hard.

“Open your eyes, look at yourself in the mirror. Be a good girl.” Tommy demanded. Wanting nothing more than to please him, I opened my eyes, watching him have his way with me through the reflection in the mirror. There was something so erotic about it I felt myself wanting to do this more. “That's it, good girl. Good girl.”

“Oh fuck Tommy, Tommy.” I whimpered, my mouth hanging open from pleasure when his hand that was caressing my bump disappeared to my clit, rubbing harsh circles. “Oh, oh oh…”

“You're close, my good girl, aren’t you?” Tommy smirked rubbing and fucking me faster. This angle was perfect, he had me exactly where he wanted me, hitting all the right spots and although it was slightly uncomfortable on my back, it felt so good between my legs.

“Yes Tommy” I nodded feeling that balloon expanding in my stomach.

“You want to cum, you wait until I tell you to. Be a good girl.” He spoke with such authority I was ready to pop with just his words. “Be my good girl,” Tommy whispered biting on my ear.

I had to focus all my attention on not cumming as he pounded into me from behind. “Tommy please, I can’t, I can’t…”

“Cum for me baby girl.” He spoke and the second, I mean the second I had his permission I felt myself explode around him, crying out loudly as I felt him shoot his load inside of me, grunting in my ear as he came.

Oh my god,” I whispered as he started to ride out both our highs.

“Perfect darling.” Tommy grinned kissing my cheek, looking into my eyes through the mirror. “I love you, Stace.”

“I love you too Tommy” I whispered

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“Finally” John smirked as Tommy entered the snug in the Garrison, pulling me in behind him. We were late to Michael's birthday after our impromptu make-up sex. But I didn’t care. I never felt closer to Tommy than I didn’t in that this evening in our bedroom.

“Bit of business to attend to John,” Tommy smirked as his younger brother slapped his shoulder. I blushed deeply slipping into the seat John got up from sitting next to Esme, smiling softly. “But I see we weren’t missed, you started without us.”

“You two made up then?” Esme smirked, pointing to the mark Tommy had left on my neck. Instantly my hand came up to touch the mark, I had tried to hide it with makeup but it wasn’t dark enough to hide the darkening bite.

“We did.” I blushed with a nod of my head. Glancing over at Tommy, he winked in my direction as Arthur handed him a drink.

“Well Michael, it’s time we officially bring you into the family,” Tommy tells him, handing him his gift. His very own pocket watch and chain, engraved with the Shelby name on the back. “Happy Birthday Michael.” Raising his glass of whiskey into the air, staring directly into Michael's eyes with his intense look.

“Happy Birthday Michael” Everyone announced raising a glass to the newest member of the Shelby family.

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《 Last night, good night 》

Pairing: Ike Eveland x Deceased! Reader

Warning: Angst, reader (Y/N) is dead

Remember I am writing about the vtuber persona, not the person behind him.

Y/N = your name

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Ike Eveland's hand wandered to the other side of the bed, where Y/N usually slept on, just to realise that she was no longer there and it was empty and cold.

Y/N would always hold his hand while the two of them slept, but she was gone forever. Ike couldn't really accept the fact that he would never see or hear her again, although he knew that Y/N was, for lack of a better word, dead.

Five months ago, Y/N was diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer, so Ike decided to try his best to fulfil all of her wishes and goals. Both of them knew that Y/N's condition was so bad that no medication could save her, therefore he just wanted Y/N to live her last days happily without regret.

And the inevitable finally came a day ago. Ike knew that it was the best for Y/N, but her death left him in distress. Every few moments he would call Y/N's name, but the only thing that replied to him was silence. As he lay on his and Y/N's shared bed, thoughts and events flooded his mind. He remembered trying to kill himself but stopping just because he promised Y/N to live on.

Tears streamed down Ike's face without him realizing it. Y/N meant everything to him, but now she was gone. He missed her dearly, but he couldn't do anything about it. Taking a shaky breath, he started to sing the song he always sang for Y/N before sleep.

"Maybe you should sing for me every night even when I'm not around," Y/N had said, "With some luck, I may be able to hear it!" She had playfully kissed the tip of Ike's nose. This memory felt like decades ago, but it also felt fresh.

Ike tightly clasped the hand of Y/N's favourite human-sized Miku stuffed toy, pretending it was his beloved's hand as he began to sing with a shaky voice:

"Last night, good night

Last night, good night

この声 枯れても (Even if my voice fades)

消えない メロディー (This melody will remain)

Last night, good night

Last night, good night

いつかは むかえる

最後を 想うよ (Thinking of the end that will someday come)

夜空に 願うの (I wish upon the night sky)

ときわの 笑顔を (That your smile will last forever) "

"Y/N, I hope you hear me," Ike thought as he wiped his tears with the back of his hand. "We will meet each other again, no matter how many lives it will take." He took a deep breath.

"おやすみ。"

Ike's vision was blurry again as he sang the last line of the song, his cracked voice barely louder than a whisper:

("Good night.")

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Yay I finally wrote something. I'm not that good but at least I tried lol, thanks for reading :)

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