#trisha low

[xoxo-ch3rry]

#y2k #mcbling #early 2000s #2000s aesthetic #trisha paytas #low rise jeans #hot pink

[glamourbarbiie]

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#glam blog #barbie #style #outfit #blonde #pink aesthetic #tan #trisha paytas #blingbling #gold sequins #low rise jeans #mirror selfie #curled hair #hello kitty #pink caftan?

[fullmtal]

character deep dive.

body

height: 4′11″

strength ★★★★☆

dexterity ★★★☆☆

health  ★★★★☆

energy ★★★★★

beauty ★★★★★

style ★☆☆☆☆

hygiene ★★★★★

skills

perception ★★★★★

communication ★★★★☆  

persuasion ★ ★ ★ ☆☆

mediation ★★☆☆☆

literacy ★★★★★

creativity ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

cooking ★★☆☆☆

tech savvy ★★☆ ☆☆

combat ★★★★☆

survival  ★★★★★

stealth ★★ ★ ☆☆

street smarts ★★★★ ☆

seduction ☆☆☆☆☆

luck  ★ ☆ ☆☆☆

handling animals ★★★★☆

pacifying children ★★★★★

mind

intelligence ★★★★★

happiness  ★★ ☆☆☆

spirituality ☆☆☆☆☆

confidence ★★★★ ☆

humor ★★★★★

anxiety ★★★☆☆

patience ★★★☆☆

passion ★★★★★

nice ☆☆★☆☆  mean

brave ★☆ ☆☆☆ cowardly

pacifist ★ ☆ ☆ ☆☆ violent

thoughtful ☆★☆☆☆ impulsive  

agreeable ☆ ☆ ☆ ★ ☆ contrary

idealistic  ☆☆★☆☆   pragmatic

frugal ☆ ☆ ★ ☆ ☆ big spender  

extrovert ★ ☆☆☆☆ introvert

collected ☆ ☆ ★ ☆ ☆ wild

social

charisma ★★★★ ★

empathy ★★★★★

generosity ★★★★★

wealth ★★ ★ ☆☆

honest ★ ☆ ☆☆☆  deceptive  

leader ☆ ★ ☆☆ ☆ follower  

polite ☆ ☆☆ ★ ☆ rude

political ☆ ☆☆ ★ ☆ indifferent

beliefs

higher power ★☆☆☆☆ 

fate/destiny ☆ ☆ ☆☆☆

magic ☆☆☆☆☆

soulmates ☆☆☆☆☆

good and evil ★★★★★

luck ★ ★ ☆☆☆

priorities

family ★★★★★

friends ★★★★★

love ★★★★☆

home ★ ★ ★ ☆☆

health ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆

praise  ★☆☆☆☆

justice ★★★★★

truth ★★★★★

power ★ ★ ☆☆☆

fame ☆☆☆☆☆

wealth ★☆☆☆☆

others' opinions ☆ ☆☆☆☆

tagging: commit theft or say i tagged you either way you’re tagged!

#look at hohenheim and trisha this boy is PRETTY #if you call him that he will be weirded out #also yes pacifist multiple times despite his willingness to take someone on when it isn't necessarily wise? #his emphasis on reverence of life and not EVER taking it and how scared he'd be if he was enlisted to in a war? #is a huge part of edward's character #from icarus who played god to the transition of a sun who learned his lesson in the most brutal and tragic of ways on using life. #also yeah he throws some of that money around bc uh he can be impulsive #he's a lot more cautious and strategic but still. #also yeah we all know ed does NOT prioritize himself so health priority is very low #but he tries to hide that. #very confident and full of self hatred at the same time #ed u ok? no ? ok #his communication skills vary bc he can be AWFUL at it and also put his foot in his mouth of be so blunt and true in his words people #get struck by them. #he's the kindest person you'll meet but has one of THE Roughest Mouths you'll ever meet #and a lot of that behavior is a shield as much as part of his personality #so he's a lot of things! #he acknowledges that a higher power exists i mean hello gate of truth but #he's still agnostic #also ed can come off so rude and be rude but really? he's not an asshole. he's a sweetheart who struggles to articulate #while also being clear in his words. #his actions speak of an insane selflessness and love for the things around him. and above all people. #he's just...not NEAR as polite as the babie brother.. #even if he actually can be quite polite to people he's at the library meeting or food places etc. #even higher ups that...aren't mustang. #or hughes. #oh ed.. #𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀 * ── the anatomy of a heart of steel.

[rayshippouuchiha]

Fullmetal Sky. Ed and Al are good with Guns, but not the kind YouTube expect them to be good in.

Ed having the best marksmanship in long distance. Building a nest for snipping and killing you before you enter the battlefield. Or with small guns that fit in one hand each, unassuming, with low amount of ammo, but he always makes sure to use all his bullets well and leave one "just in case".

Alphonse is better with guns that have lots of ammo and don't require as much precision. He's got a lot of eye for detail, but when he's shooting dead that one thing in particular, he prefers to make sure it looks like Swiss chesse.

It's a strange sort of hold over from their first lives and, in some ways, the opposite of what most would expect out of them.

Ed was so used to either fighting in close quarters with nothing but his transmuted automail arm or with a spear that smaller guns just work for him best, they're more maneuverable.

Unless, of course, we're talking about sniping. Because his skill in that too has a lot to do with his first life. With his ability to focus down on something, to lock his joints or go still for extended periods of time. To do the math required to get that perfect shot on the fly and in his head like it's second nature.

Al though? A part of Al never really forgot what it was like to be Big. To be seven feet of hollow metal, bigger and wider than most everyone else. That physical power, that build, was one of the few things that Al missed about his armored body. Although not for long because once he was flesh and blood again? Well it wasn't long before it became obvious that, unlike Ed who had gotten taller and broader but had still been more Trisha than that man, Al had taken after their father. This life doesn't seem to be all that different.

So Al gravitates towards things that pack a punch. yes he's capable of finesse and precision but if left to his own devices Al would pick the hammer over the scalpel every time.

#Full Metal Sky AU #FMA #FMAB #KHR #RayRambles

[kitchen-light]

Hello friends. Mosab Abu Toha is hosting another virtual poetry event to help raise funds for MECA (Middle East Children's Alliance) on February 7, 2024 at 7PM EST. The poets & writers on the line-up include: Priscilla Wathington, Nathalie Khankan, Neeli Cherkovski, Ariel Resnikoff, Garrett Caples, Steve Dickison, Evan Kennedy, Andrew Joron, Sophia Dahlin, Lindsey Boldt, mimi tempestt, Tonya Foster, Norma Cole, Trisha Low, Syd Staiti, Kim Shuck, Ava Koohbor, Julien Poirier, Susan Gervitz, Soledad Con Carne, Barbara Jane Reyes, Carlos Quinteros III, Josiah Luis Alderete, Patrick James Dunagan, Agneta Falk Hirschman, and Brian Lucas. More information can be found at the Eventbrite page here.

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#mosab abu toha #poetry #signal boost #found*

[carionto]

"Trisha's Log, Day... I don't dare keep up anymore..."

Part 1 2 3 4 5

(Haespar: It's day two. Trisha: Stop ruining my vibe, you're still dead. Haespar: Yes, and I'm haunting you. With facts. Trisha: *hisses*)

"IT HAS BEEN AN INDETERMINABLE NUMBER OF DAYS since I began this expedition, now turned struggle for survival. I've lost Emily and am actively searching for her, but having not had a bite to eat in weeks and running low on water, I don't know if I'll succeed. To whoever finds this-" (Emily: I got the remote power module. And some snacks, here. Haespar: Ooh, melon flavored, my favorite. Thank you very much, Emily. Trisha: *already chowing down on some cheese sticks* Dankss Ehmilhy, yhour da bhest. *gulp* Where was I? Haespar: Starving despair and loneliness. Trisha: Right! Emily, you're currently gone, so just be your usual self and the audience won't know.)

"If you've found this log, I am dead. I died while carrying out my vital mission and searching for my lovely assistant, but failed catastrophically. Unless you're listening to this from a library archive, in which case I totally succeeded and became an awesome legend!"

Trisha continues to detail all of her future exploits and galaxy spanning quest for vengeance, love, mystery, and cake.

Meanwhile:

Haespar: Alright, adjust the telemetry of this unit to the one Valencio cooked up yesterday, and that should hook the biological scanners back up to the bridge. Emily: Done. Haespar: Excellent. *taps his datapad* Ira, bio scans are up on our end, confirm? Ira: Yup, all green. Reading you three down there nice and clean. Trisha's a bit heated up. Monologuing? Haespar: About her imminent demise after years aboard this derelict. Ira: *chuckles* Alright, good to know. While you're there, check on the tertiary power splitter two floors down, the main one up here is acting up a little. Haespar: Will do. Hmm? What's wrong, Emily? Emily: It's flickering between 27 and 28. Haespar: What? Emily: The number of lifesigns aboard.

Trisha: WHOA WHOA WHOA!!! Legit mystery time! *gently into the recorder* (Pause on seducing one of the heads of the three headed corrupt banker to blackmail him for trade secrets only to learn the evil tech startup was a Illuminati cabal all along) Let me see, where is this mystery life dot.

Haespar: It's jumping all over, is there a pattern yet, Emily? Emily: Need to log more data, but doesn't feel like it.

Trisha: It is popping up for a few seconds and disappears for about four times as long though. Hey, isn't that kinda like how you'd do a radio connection attempt? Brute force every frequency range. Oh wait, but then you'd just do all at the same time. Hacking maybe? Trying to get into a specific system without tripping any alarms?

Emily *into her comms unit*: Ira, please send an all frequency ping at these intervals towards us.

Ira: Alright, *shouting* Valencio, give Emily these pings. *normal again* Should be sorted in a tick, what's that about anyway?

Haespar: The lifesign readings are being weird, showing a 28th at regular intervals in random locations. Could be one of the system we haven't checked yet is acting funny and somehow interfering wi- Emily: Wait. It stopped flickering. A 28th. On the bridge. *To comms* Ira?

Ira: Uhh, yeah. I'm looking at him.

???: Hello, my name is Professor Iorvan Hal'Ahmat Garaamhan. Thank you for answering my call.

Continue->

#humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #humanity fuck yeah #carionto #dun dun dun cliffhanger ending? #Yes it is #I'm doing a cliche like that #(mainly because I don't know how to continue yet #but that's a problem for future me) #and now I'm weaving Cthulu in this too #yay!

[kayssweetdreams]

The Perfect Finale Ch34

Meanwhile, Back in Wonderworld...

Yin smiled as he was able to replicate both the Perfection Pills, AND His Purifier. In the meantime of waiting for the pink haired brat and the waste of space replacements to return to Wonderworld, he figured that he would just move on with his plan. He got his powers, and was back in Wonderworld. He might as well use it to his advantage!

He glanced back at Prim, who was still sitting silently to the side, not in touch with what was going on. However, he knew that if the girl came back, then the "replacements" would also be there as well to "protect" her. Gaining a twisted smile, his eyes glowed red once more "It's been a while since I've done this...why not see if I've lost my touch." He said in a dangerous voice.

Focusing his returning energy, Yin created a large red glowing ball that began to take the form of a very large Dragon, covered in Negati swirls. It gave a low growl as Yin cuddled it like a newborn child. "Ah. I see I've still got it." He said in twisted glee. The red Negati bowed its head submissively in front of Yin as the Banished Maestro continued to create more...laughing in madness as he did...

Meanwhile, Back in Timeville...

Cal had returned back to the other inhabitants with Prim's cure, while Mei and the girls had returned with Jett "We got the cure!" Cal said "And we got Jett!" Emma said. "Now all we need is a way back into Wonderworld." Rebecca said. "I hope Kaylo's doing alright..." Trisha Jane said. "I don't know, she does have the heart of Wonderworld in her still." Yuri said.

A loud blast was heard, as well as a few screams from the Barnum Naka Auditorium. "I'd say that answers our questions l." Lora said. The group ran to the auditorium, only to see that it was in complete chaos. Various costumes were hiding behind seats, the Tims and Negati had hidden behind various props and boxes, while Balan and Lance were currently trying to keep a floating and spazzing Kaylo under control.

"You need to calm down!" Lance shouts "Think Happy Thoughts!" Balan yells. "I CAN'T!! IT'S TOO MUCH!!" Kaylo screams at them, blowing them both into a wall. "BALAN! LANCE! WHAT IS GOING ON?!" Fortie yells, while also trying not to get thrown back. "KAYLO'S BEING OVERWHELMED BY THE HEART! ITS TOO MUCH FOR HER!!" Lance yelled. Suddenly and without warning, the small burst of magic stopped, and the auditorium returned to its original state, with Kaylo shivering on the ground.

"This isn't good. If we try to get back to Wonderworld now, these random bursts of magic are just like placing a giant target on Kaylo's back." Mei said "We know. We've been trying to help her control it, but it's too much for her to handle." Lance said, standing up again. "Well we have to figure out something...I don't know how much longer we can last out here..." Balan said

Rebecca gave the maestros a worried glance. "What do you mean?" She asked. Thats when Shiro gives a exausted chirp while Kuro is struggling to keep his eyes open "Kuro? Shiro? What's wrong?" Mei asked, going to pick up the Tim, only for her hand to phase right through her. The kids gasped in panic...they were fading...

Mei, Kuro and Shiro belong to @sundove88

Rebecca belongs to @thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Aria belongs to @shadowqueen402

Lora Jade belongs to @alex-frostwalker

Jett belongs to @jettthespeeddemon

#Balan Wonderworld

[bbygirl-aemond]

if modern Green siblings were youtubers, what kind of content would they make? (also hello boyfriend)

aegon would post THE most unhinged storytimes. he'd be a combination of trisha paytas and tana mongeau. every single one of his videos goes viral for all the wrong reasons. he's on the news weekly. he's been banned from three different countries. everyone around him is so tired and so confused as to why people keep watching him.

aemond would post super artistic, high-quality videos of vhagar and reviews of the fancy cameras he uses to do so. this is true regardless of whether or not vhagar is a dragon or a non-magic pet. the channel starts off really small, pretty much only his mom and siblings follow it (they like and comment on every single upload tho). he's private and never shows his face, but one time he forgets to edit himself out of a shot and proceeds to go viral because everyone sees it and goes "oh no he's hot" (he is very dismayed by this)

helaena would post a mishmash of videos centered around her various whims, from random arts and crafts to niche dives into her favorite animal/bug facts. she'd have a smaller but highly dedicated and engaged fanbase, despite the variety in her content. think slightly calmer jenna marbles vibes; very much still chaotic and unapologetic but marginally less unhinged. her most popular video is an animal tour where she shows off her different elaborate habitats and pets. she also has a series where she travels to various countries and gets to meet and pet increasingly bizarre critters.

daeron wouldn't be as viral as aegon, but he would be the most well-liked and unproblematic by far. he'd upload a combination of fun vlogs with friends and skit-style informative content, probably about politics, history, or military strategy. hank and john green have probably both tried to adopt him at some point. also since his content would be family-friendly he'd get brand deals for days so you know he's making the most money out of the siblings.

all four of them would keep their relationships with each other very on the down-low, but they'd still be involved in each others' videos. aegon would have a series of storytimes where he talks about all the times he "pranked" aemond. helaena would use aemond as a faceless prop for her crafts videos when needed (he says yes to everything she asks of him w/o question and is very good at holding still and playing mannequin). daeron would include his siblings in his various vlogs but would edit out their faces. aemond straight up wouldn't acknowledge their existence.

then years later helaena would do a video with all of them where they finally reveal that they've been siblings all along. it would break the internet.

(the boyfriend says hello)

#ask #asks #answered #what if #modern green siblings #disaster siblings #aemond targaryen #aemond #aemond one eye #aegon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #aegon #aegon ii #aegon the elder #daeron targaryen #daeron the daring #daeron #helaena targaryen #helaena #hotd #house of the dragon

[adelaidedrubman]

MUSIC MONEY + WAY TOO MUCH WIP

i was tagged by my loves @simplegenius042 @shallow-gravy for music monday, thank you!

have been recently possessed to do some finishing damage to my spotify wrapped by working on the america’s sweetheart verse playlist, so here is track number one from that. sorry after so many weeks of no music monday to let everyone down by not having a hl&s fishing themed song to share, but it is at least still 90s country and my favorite kind of jestiny soundtrack feature: songs with innocuous upbeat lyrics that become extremely dark when actually applied to her situation

she used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows / sign her letters with x’s and o’s / got a picture of her mama in heels and pearls / she’s gonna make it in her daddy’s world / she’s an american girl / an american girl / well, she’s got her god / and she’s got good wine / aretha franklin and patsy cline

aaaaaand here’s some america’s sweetheart actually dotting her letters with xxx’s and ooo’s. pretty lengthy excerpt, so reminder there’s always no pressure to read! also warnings for vulgar sexual banter and references to sexual situations, psychological and emotional manipulation, passing reference to retaliatory leaking of intimate messages, and jestiny catchall warning

Jestiny’s shoulders shook hunched over the table as her laughter deepened into low booms shaking through the flimsy walls of the trailer, half hugging herself as she looked up at Andrea with eyes bulging wide and gilded with a hot blaze of mania. 

Her laughter sputtered to a stop with a punctuating snort as her smile tightened and tugged to the side, her teeth digging into the scarlet painted plump of her bottom lip and a dimple sinking into her cheek. “Pretty fuckin’ good, right?”

“Good? Good? It’s deranged, Jestiny,” Andrea said plain and clear, lowering herself to sit atop the coffee table so that she was eye level with Jestiny. “You’re using a pen name to send sexually explicit love letters to an incarcerated mass murderer who kidnapped and tortured you. That’s the least ‘good’ sentence I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s like, a gag —” she replied with a wave of her arm and a few huffs of laughter that sounded far more strained this time. “Don’t you get it? I’m catfishing him!” She tapped her fingers against the pages in a short, frantic drumroll. “Did you know it was called that, by the way? Catfishing? Flynn taught me that. It’s pretty —”

“Jestiny, I fail to see the humor in —”

“And you know they also call it ‘phishing’ when they send you those fake emails that steal your password and give you a virus? It’s like, how do you fish with a computer —”

Yes, of course Andrea knew — she was the sender of most of the emails, anytime she needed to lock Jestiny out of her social media accounts. 

“Why the hell would you even want to catfish him?”

“Well, why the hell do people go actual fishing, for that matter?” she asked with a frustrated roll of her eyes. “Why do people put in the work of buying a rod and baiting a hook to catch something they could have probably saved money just picking up at the fuckin’ supermarket? Why do people do anything?’’ She shrugged. “I did it because I knew he’d fall for it.”

“Why —” Andrea asked with eyes still pleading for a real answer, because that might have been the closest thing she’d ever heard to honesty from Jestiny, and maybe not all hope was lost after all, “Why would you even want him to fall for it? What were you hoping to gain?”

“I don’t know, I —” she threw her arms up into the air; rolled her eyes more dramatically. “Build his trust up, then see how far I could push it. Maybe it’s one of those situations where over the years I lure him into confessing to a bunch of unsolved murders nobody’s pinned on him yet. Win an investigative journalism award and get a bunch of headlines about how brave I am for facing my own trauma to bring closures to other families, or what the fuck ever. Maybe I just humiliate him by leaking his Dear Penitentiary House letters to the tabloids. I’ll play it by ear.”

“So you started doing this — paid for a P.O. Box under a fake name in a city two-thousand miles away from where you live — without even having a desired end result in mind?”

“No, my end result just so happens to be a moving target.”

“And why would you catfish him with the name Gertrude Winston?”

She scoffed, easy and airy, the third roll of eyes once again softened to playfulness by a sweet flutter of her lashes. 

“Well what name would you have wanted me to use, Andrea?” she asked with a gentle, patronizing rise. “Would you rather I had fucking wrote him saying I’m Madison Hughetits — a happy and successful heiress and model in LA, until I saw him on TV and felt suddenly I would find it far more fulfilling to be a stay at home mom to a prison baby conceived from ninety seconds of under the table visitation room action?”

“I would rather you not write to John Seed at all, per —”

“He woulda seen straight through something like that,” she continued undeterred, tapping two fingers against her temple. “But a letter from Gertrude — a lonely older widow from Clearwater who thought he sounded very polite when he spoke to the judge and had sad eyes that made her wonder what his childhood was like?” 

Jestiny dropped the fingers from her head with a swift snap, swooping the hand down to jab against the stack of papers in the same motion. “That’s someone he writes back to. Someone he feels safe telling things to, because he thinks she’ll just feel so special he’s paying her attention at all. Someone he opens up to, because she’d never dare betray him. Gertrude gets results.”

Andrea’s jaw dropped, in spite of herself. Jestiny always found a way to shatter her normally unwavering professionalism. “You —”

“Now, of course, I did send him a few of the Madison Hughetits style ones, so he’d feel smart for seeing through ’em and let his guard —”

“You need help,” Andrea interrupted in stern command, desperately trying to keep a firm grasp on the reins of the conversation. “I mean it, Jestiny. This is…” She shook her head, gesturing towards the pages. “This is beyond the pale, even for you. You need serious help. Whatever is going on in that head of yours, you — You need to share it with a mental health professional. Please. You need help.”

Jestiny scratched her nose, rubbing a hand across her mouth as she scanned the pages. She looked back up at Andrea with two slow, owlish blinks of confusion. 

“I read that BetterHelp ad on the podcast just last week.” She tilted her head to the side, brow furrowing with hurt that looked oddly genuine. “Do you not even listen to my podcast?”

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[rynneer]

Blood of Durin

A reader-insert fanfiction

Y/N doesn’t know how she found herself in Middle Earth, how she found herself among the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, or how she let herself be captivated by the elder Durin prince—but she does know one thing.

She’s carrying his child

Chapter Two: She’s in Love with the Boy

It could never stay hidden for long.

and even if they have to run away, she’s gonna marry that boy someday.

-She’s in Love with the Boy, Trisha Yearwood

You’re starting to get really fucking tired of this forest.

You trudge along behind Dwalin, following your captors to God-knows-where. Well, you know where, as fragments of the events to come slowly start to return to your mind. But your irritation starts to subside as you reach the cave system where the woodland elves’ fortress lies, replaced by awe. Beside you, the red-headed Tauriel smirks at your reaction. You were surprised to find her among the Mirkwood elves, turning this Middle Earth into some strange mix of book and movie canon. But movies really didn’t do the palace justice, and you almost forget your predicament when the large stone doors swing open, and you are led along winding paths and into the hall of the Elvenking.

Thorin is clearly not impressed, launching into an argument with the king. You tune him out and rise up on your tiptoes, peering around to count the Company members. Bilbo. Bilbo is missing—he’s already used the Ring, you realize with a shiver.

“You. The lady.”

You jump. Thranduil regards you with a curious gaze. “You are no dwarf. What is a daughter of Man doing with this foul bunch? And in such strange clothes, too.”

Indignation stirs in your chest, and you cross your arms. “None of your business,” you snap.

Thranduil takes a step closer and lowers his voice. “We can save you from these dwarves. Just say the word,” he whispers, eyes narrowing as he reaches out to raise your chin.

As soon as his cold fingers make contact with your skin, a hand pulls you back by your shoulder roughly. Thorin plants himself between you and the king. “She stands with us. Touch her again…” Thorin doesn’t continue, letting the threat hang in the air.

Thranduil curls his lip and turns away. “Very well, then. She goes with the others.”

One of the elven guards grabs you and Thorin by your arms, dragging you along with the rest of the Company. Your heart quickens as you reach the cells. There’s not enough.

Tauriel has realized it as well, pursing her lips in thought. “Double them up, then. Careful with the woman,” she adds, looking you up and down. “She carries a child.”

The blood drains from your face and you gape at the elf in horror. How can she tell?

A confused murmur ripples through the Company. Before you can say anything, you and Thorin are pushed into a small cell, the door clanging shut behind you. Your head spins. Of course, you were going to tell him eventually, but surely not this soon. Thorin is shouting through the bars, but you only vaguely register the sound, curling up into a shaky ball in the corner.

At last, he relents—but not before spitting through the door. “They mean to divide us,” he growls, starting to pace the length of the cramped cell. “Making up filthy lies—”

“It’s not a lie,” you whisper, trying to cut his rant short before it can even begin. It works.

He turns to you slowly. Dangerously slowly. “What?” Thorin’s voice is low.

“She wasn’t lying,” you repeat, uncurling and lifting your top with a trembling hand to expose your midriff. The bump is just barely noticeable if you know to look for it.

Even in the dim light, Thorin finds it immediately. “You said you had no paramours in your world,” he says slowly. His thick eyebrows draw into a frown, blue eyes impossibly dark.

“I don’t.”

“Then how…” he trails off as you look over his shoulder, and turns to follow your gaze. In the flickering torchlight of the hallway, in the cell directly across from yours, stands Fíli. His knuckles are white as he grips the bars tightly, pressing his body against the door as if he could melt through it and reach you if he just tried hard enough.

“Fíli,” Your love’s name is barely a breath from Thorin’s mouth. “You?”

When Fíli meets his uncle’s eyes, he straightens up, chin raised. “Yes.” That one word, that first public acknowledgment of the love between you and your prince, shatters the tension in the air. A clamor breaks out among the rest of the Company, who had been watching the exchange with bated breath.

“Enough!” A shout cuts through the noise, silencing the other dwarves. To your surprise, it comes not from Thorin’s lips, but Balin’s. The old dwarf sighs and shakes his head. “Thorin. They’re young and in love. Something was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“In love?” Thorin repeats, dumbfounded. “You knew of this?”

Balin glances around at his companions—at least, as well as he can from the confines of his cell. “I believe you’re the only one who hasn’t noticed them.”

Murmured agreement and nodding from the dwarves. “The will-they-won’t-they was starting to get quite unbearable,” Dwalin grunts.

“Oh please,” snorts Kíli, standing from where he had lain sprawled out behind his brother. “They passed ‘will-they-won’t-they’ ages ago.”

Fíli goes to smack him, but Kíli dodges. “I caught them together in bed in Rivendell one morning. In her bed, no less,” he continues with a lazy grin. “Can’t imagine what she sees in an oaf like him, but to each their own.”

Thorin looks down at you, then back to his nephews. He leans against the wall, sliding down to the floor with his face in his hands.

You exchange a nervous look with Fíli. “Thorin?” you venture.

He doesn’t look at you. “Where’s Master Baggins?” he asks after a long silence, voice muffled. “What comes next?”

His question brings the reality of your situation rushing back to you. “Oof,” you exhale loudly, puffing out your cheeks. “He’s… he’s okay. Just trust him. He knows what he’s doing. Well… he doesn’t yet. But he will. We’ll be here for a while, I think.”

Thorin finally lifts up his head wearily, as if a hundred years descended upon him in mere moments. “Do you understand how incredibly foolish the pair of you have been? A pregnant woman on a journey like this? That child could jeopardize this entire quest.”

A hot flash of anger burns through you. You leap to your feet to argue, but it quickly turns to pain. You feel like an ice pick has been jammed into your abdomen, and you sink back to the floor with a groan. Fíli echoes it, the desperation in his eyes heartbreaking as he can do nothing but look upon you from afar.

Thorin’s face falters, but he makes no movement toward you.

“Thorin,” Balin says after another long silence. “The babe carries Durin’s blood. The first in nearly eighty years—it will be an heir to the throne someday.”

It’s as if Balin’s words slapped him in the face. Thorin stares at him, then whips his head back around to you, then Fíli. You can almost see the gears turning in his head. “An heir…” he mutters.

Clanging from down the hall makes you jump. To your surprise, Legolas appears before your cell, carrying a cloth bundle.

Thorin is on his feet in an instant, blocking the elven prince’s view of you with his bulk. “Come to gloat?” he sneers.

Legolas’s lip curls in distaste, but he looks past the fuming dwarf to you. “For the lady,” he says, holding out the bundle through the bars. “From one of our own women.”

You rise shakily, nudging Thorin out of the way hesitantly and taking it from him. “Thanks, Legolas,” you murmur with a small smile.

Thorin and Legolas give you identical looks of confusion, and you remember too late that Legolas doesn’t know you the way you know him. “You’re… welcome,” he replies slowly.

Within the blanket you find a small amount of food, some herbs, and a little vial with a bubbly liquid sloshing around in it.

“It’s for the baby’s health,” he explains, glancing at your belly. “We’re not monsters.”

You repeat your thanks and settle back into the corner, wrapping yourself in the blanket. The events of the past few days collapse over you, and you give in to the exhaustion, falling into an uneasy sleep.

“Y/N.”

A gentle hand shakes you from sleep.

You squirm beneath the blanket. “It’s too early, Fee,” you grumble, screwing your eyes shut even tighter. “Gotta… sleep for the baby…”

“Y/N.” The shaking is more insistent this time, and you reluctantly crack open an eye. Thorin stands over you, bringing you back to reality.

By your count, you’ve been in the cells of Mirkwood nearly four weeks, anxiously awaiting Bilbo’s barrel-riding rescue. The days pass slowly, with little to fill time other than teasing Kíli from across the hall about the growing flirting between him and Tauriel, constantly reassuring Fíli that you’re not on the verge of labor, and playing the same ten songs over and over from your phone—before the battery died. Your solar-powered charger is useless here beneath the earth. The elves have been noticeably kinder towards you than your dwarven companions. Whatever herbs and elixirs Legolas continues to deliver have dampened your morning sickness significantly, and Tauriel often escorts you on walks around the lower palace levels for the baby’s health. If either suspect who the father is, they don’t show it—you and the dwarves agreed it was best the elves not learn you were carrying a half-dwarf child, in fear that they revoke their preferential treatment of you.

You blink up at Thorin in surprise. He has rarely spoken to you despite sharing a cell, always seeming to be brooding over something or another. But now he holds out a hand and helps you to your feet, the ghost of a smile playing across his lips.

He clears his throat. “This has been on my mind for quite some time,” he says, stepping back and glancing over his shoulder at Fíli, who watches from his cell apprehensively. All the dwarves’ eyes are on you and Thorin, in fact.

“It is true that you are not… entirely what I had in mind as a bride for my heir.”

You wince, but Thorin places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes it. There is an odd look in his eye, a familiar expression, but one you struggle to place.

“Y/N. The child in your womb is of the line of Durin. You may not carry Durin’s blood in your veins, but you carry it all the same.”

As he speaks, it dawns on you. The look in his eyes—it’s pride. The same pride and affection you’d only seen when he watched his nephews when he knew they were not looking. “Before today, I claimed you as a member of my Company.” Finally, he smiles. “Now, I claim you as my kin. And when all this is over…”

Thorin trails off and looks back at Fíli again. “When all this is over, and our home under the mountain is restored, I will see the pair of you properly wed. You have my blessing.”

He gently wipes tears from your cheek that you hadn’t realized were there, and leans in to rest his forehead against yours, that tender dwarven expression of affection you’d come to love. “Take care of that little one, Y/N,” he murmurs, his voice oddly thick with emotion.

Your throat tightens and you open your mouth to speak, but the clattering sound of metal-on-metal draws your attention back to the cell door. It’s Bilbo, fumbling with a large keyring. “Come on, come on,” he whispers urgently.

You smile. Barrel time.

#fanfiction #reader insert #the hobbit #Fíli #fili x reader #fili x you #Kíli #thorin oakenshield #thorin and company #legolas #thranduil #tauriel #blood of durin

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 32

Third POV

After Jeff left, Eboni kicked everyone out - stating that she had a long weekend and deserves some rest in her own bed. Iris and Luna didn't complain and left, wishing Eboni the best. But Taylor did. She clearly didn't like the power Jeff has over Eboni. The teen knows this as well. It was written all over Taylor's face. Does she care? Not at all. She belongs to Jeff, and nothing about that fact will change. The sooner Taylor accepts that, the better.

It's Monday. Tiffany has called Eboni to check in on her. The teen is a bit surprised that she didn't receive any text or phone calls from the woman over the weekend. Maybe she thought Eboni was out living her best life and didn't want to get in the way of that. Either way, it worked out since Eboni was stuck at that mansion.

Eboni can't take her rollerblades this time, so her only option of transportation is her bike. Her hand has gotten better as well as the bruise on the side of her ribs.

Once at the school, she chains up her bike and tightens her cast before walking through the school doors. While walking to her locker, the teen notices most of the students staring at her - whispering words to their friends or giving her a look of acknowledgment. The atmosphere of their stares doesn't seem negative in any way.

"Has to be about the Red Riders ga-"

As Eboni is opening her locker to grab her books for first period, a strong force knocks her straight into her locker, making it slame close on her injured hand. She holds back her cry, glaring at the person responsible for it.

Trisha glares down at Eboni, grabbing the girl's hair. The teen whences, glaring daggers at Trisha. This girl can never catch a break. Beth stands there, grinning like some mad woman. These two have been aching to get their hands on Eboni.

"Patience really is a virtue, huh? We tried to get Taylor to Spill on where you live, but that bitch wouldn't fess up."

"We know you got something to do with the murders of our members. Spill the beans, and we might spare you an ass kicking!" Trisha shouts in Eboni's face.

Eboni grins, spitting in Trisha's face, which earns her head slamming into the lockers and a kick to her injured ankle from Beth. Eboni falls to the ground, still refusing to release any sounds of pain. She looks at her hand, blood bleeding through the bandages.

"What's up with the busted hand and fucked up ankle huh? Get that shit while out on your killing sprees? Fess up already!" Beth demands, kicking the girl in her stomach and Trisha socks her clean in her jaw.

Eboni lands on the ground with a hard 'thud'. She slowly sits up, grinning from ear to ear. "And if I was involved...the cops has nothing on me - you wanna be gangsters bitches!"

At this point, Trisha and Beth lose their temper and begin jumping Eboni - punching and kicking her at any place their hits would land. The other students just watch, most recording and not one bothering to find a teacher.

"EBONI!!" Taylor yells, pushing the students out of her way with Iris close behind saying 'excuse me' to every person Taylor shoves.

"Don't even think about stepping in, you useless low grade!" Beth orders.

Eboni pants, blood flowing from her nose and her lip busted once again. She looks at Taylor, begging the girl to do something. What's the worst that can happen? All she wants is a break. Taylor, however, stares in anger and remorse, causing Eboni to sigh. Maybe this is one of the gangs rules- low grades have no choice but to listen to the higher ups, even if their friend is getting beaten to the ground.

She won't hold this against her, but that doesn't mean she isn't pissed off. The question is, why isn't Eboni fighting back? Well, she doesn't want to be suspended again. It seems like every time the teen fights back, she's the one to always get into trouble - it's unfair, but Eboni will hold out until a teacher shows up.

That is until Iris surprisingly steps forward. She puts on her best threatening expression, clenching her fist. Eboni's eyes widen, knowing Iris can't even bring herself to hurt a fly - what can she do against two gang members?

"L-L-L....Leave h-her alone!" Iris forces out through her trembling lips.

Trisha laughs, stepping forward. She grins down at the five foot two teen, placing her hands on her hips. "Oh yeah? And if I don't? What is a stuttering bitch like you gonna do?"

Iris is trembling as if the temperature within the halls dropped below zero. Eboni feels touched. Iris, knowing how terrifying it is, still put herself in the middle of this crossfire just to possibly save Eboni. Unfortunately, the poor trembling girl stands still - paralyzed.

"Nothing. That's what I thought." Trisha laughs before punching the girl clean in her jaw, and Iris falls to the ground.

"Iris!" Taylor calls out, rushing to the girl's side. She quickly helps her out, glaring at Trisha. "Ya' sorry son of a-"

"Finish that sentence, and I will tell the head - everything." Trisha warns, raising a brow.

Taylor's mouth slames shut as she helps Iris off the floor, not having the courage to look Eboni's way. Beth laughs, shaking her head. "Well shit. You really do have some crappy, weak friends - huh? You mur-"

Eboni is already on her feet, grabbing Beth by her hair and knees her in the nose before slamming her head against the locker. She looks boldy at Trisha, wiping the blood from her nose and spitting blood on the ground from her lip.

"Nice to see one of my friends has a set of balls." She grins, looking at Iris, who smiles back with shaky lips.

"Beth! You piece of sh-"

Trisha moves to punch Eboni in her face, but she girl dodges easily. Swing after swing - Trisha can't land a single hit. Eboni's mind is elsewhere at this point. She assumes fighting a few high-class serial killers taught her a thing or two - one lesson being speed.

"Stand. STILL!" Trisha shouts in frustration.

"Fuck - this is boring." She said, dropping down into a split which surprises everyone watching.

Eboni moves her leg, tripping Trisha to the ground. The teen quickly jumps in top of her, giving punch after brutal punch to the girl's face. At this point, Trisha is already knocked out cold, but that doesn't stop Eboni in the slightest - until she feels something smack her upside the head.

Eboni groans, ringing filling her ears. She looks up, giving Beth a sly grin. "Aw, was a few knocks to the locker not enough to keep your pathetic ass down? I hope you're more entertaining than she was." Eboni taunts while standing off of Trisha, kicking the girl in her rib for good measure.

The action angers Beth, the girl swinging her bat in Eboni's direction. She smiles wickedly, a crazed look taking over her features. Beth moves to swing the bat at her head again, but Eboni catches it in her grasp, yanking the weapon from Beth. She tosses the bat into the crowd, laughing loudly.

"A girl in a cast can still move faster than you! Come oooon, I'm sure you've had plenty of street fights! Show me what them hands can do!" Eboni said, standing with her hands on her hips.

Beth accepts her challenge, her movements being rather swift, which surprises Eboni in a delightful way. But after some time, Beth movements slow down due to her lack of stamina. It seems like the leader lacks it since her minions always get their hands dirty.

"You really are a disappointment." Eboni scoffs, punching the girl square in her nose.

She gives no time for Beth to recover, kicking the girl to the ground but grabs her hair to keep her upright. Eboni brings her fist to her face over and over again, her laughter growing louder and more maniacal. When she notices Beth slipping unconscious, Eboni leans down to whisper something into her ear.

"I have nothing to do with your petty gang's death. Buuuut I know the man that does - each one of those fuckers didn't stand a chance against him, Especially Emily." She mocks, giving the girl one last blow knocking her out cold.

"What is the meaning of this!?" Principle Webb shouts, pushing his way through the crowd with other teachers following behind him.

Eboni cracks her neck and knuckles, looking at Principle Webb with a widen smile. "Oh hey, nothing really. Just beat these bitches up for thinking they can jump me." Eboni points at the cameras in the corner of the halls. "Look at those cameras. They even punched Iris for trying to defend me."

"I-Its true..." Iris said, pulling away from Taylor.

Taylor, of course, grabs Iris and shakes her head, silently begging her to shut up. Eboni rolls her eyes, chuckling darkly. Sometimes, she really wants to kick Taylor's ass. Whatever the reason may be, Eboni knows she's trying to save her own ass. She knows these girls have some type of blackmail on her. How hippocyrtical of Taylor to still keep secrets that only Iris knows about.

"You! To my office, now!" Principle Webb orders.

Eboni rolls her eyes, walking towards his office - sparing Taylor a side eye. Once there principle Webb goes through the security cameras, watching intensely. When he sees Eboni telling the truth, he sighs, pitching the bridge of his nose.

"Suspended for the rest of the week. I will inform your parents."

"What the hell!? I didn't start it!"

"But you caused more damage! You look like you were enjoying yourself!"

"And if I was? They fucking deserved it.", Eboni said through her teeth a smile stretching her face.

Principle Webb stares at the teen in horror, getting a sense of strange deja vu. "G-Get out! My decision is final! Leave school grounds, or I will have you escorted out!" He warns.

Eboni sighs, standing from her seat and leaves his office - walking straight out of the school doors. She walks to her bike, hopping on after unchaining it and rides back home- awaiting a phone call from Tiffany.

When home, Eboni slumps in her bed, body sore from the beating she took. Eboni's phone begins to ring, Tiffany on the other end. The woman lectures her, Eboni not saying a word since she's too tired to care. After awhile of bickering, Eboni hangs up the phone mid sentence, then turns her phone on silent. A break. The girl just wants a break from everything. Letting exhaustion take over, Eboni drifts off into a light nap.

• • • •

Meanwhile, at the Slenderman mansion, BEN is scrolling through Instagram on his phone - the phone is bugged so nothing can be traced back. During his scrolling, he comes across a video that looks like a school fight. Rolling his eyes, he keeps scrolling until he comes across the same video but at a different angle. He scrolls again, but the same thing occurs. Giving up, he watches the video, his eyes widening at who's partaking in the fight.

"Holy shit is that Eboni?" BEN ask outloud, gaining Eyeless Jack's attention.

"What are you watching?" He asks, leaning over to take a look while BEN turns up the volume.

"Is she always kicking someone's a- Oh shit that was a nasty hit!"

"Play it from the beginning. See her hand? It's bleeding through her bandages."

BEN starts the video over, both of them cringing at the beating Eboni takes so willingly. "...is this what Jeff is talking about?"

"The one thing that pisses him off about Eboni? Yeah, now I understand. So why did Eboni - "

"Why did Eboni what?" Jeff questions, looming over them from behind the couch - taking a sip of his Jack Daniel's.

"Your girl got into another smack down." BEN sighs.

"Her hand looks pretty bad." EJ comments, a look of concern taking his features.

Jeff quickly snatches the phone from BEN, watching the fight from beginning to end. He's pissed, no doubt about it, but he's angry for three different reasons. One, Eboni allows them to beat her. Two, her quiet - weak friend tries to step in and fails miserably while Taylor does absolutely nothing. And Three, that was the tipping point for Eboni to fight back - to defend her friend, not herself.

Jeff tosses the phone back to BEN, frowning. "EJ, get your medical shit and follow me."

Eyeless Jack doesn't bother to argue since he wants to check on Eboni as well. He goes into his private infirmary and grabs his first aid kit, making his way back down the stairs.

"BEN, use your powers and send us there. Too tired to walk." He grumbles, dark bags clearly under his eyes - the killer didn't get much sleep last night.

BEN nods, placing his hands on their shoulders and zaps out of the mansion and zips through the forest - making it to the edge of the forest and Eboni's home. Jeff looks around, nodding his head forward once the cost is clear.

Jeff, EJ, and BEN all climb up to her window, Jeff opening the window quietly and swiftly - the three of them stepping inside. EJ and BEN are taken aback by Eboni's pink infested room, but Jeff is used to it by now. He walks over to her bed, noticing she's asleep.

The smiling killer reaches over, using his index finger to rub against her cheek. "Wake up, princess. We gotta talk."

Eboni stirs, opening her eyes. She yawns, sitting up as she rubs them. "Daddy?"

BEN zaps her lights on, waving awkwardly. "We're here too. Just needed you to know." The demon did not want to witness nor hear anything that can be avoided.

"Uh..ok?? Why are you all here anyway? Besides Da-...Jeff."

Jeff moves to sit beside her, grabbing her hand, and begins to unwrap it. He notices her busted lip and the bruises on her arms and legs. He clicks his tongue, wiping blood from her nose that begins to bleed again. He looks at her hand, shaking his head.

"EJ get started."

EJ steps forward, making Eboni flinch back. "Wait- hold on I'm -"

"Shut. Up. Just sit there and let him work. I won't tell you again." The smiling killer warns, clearly not in the best mood.

Eboni pouts, sulking against her headboard as EJ begins looking over her hand- changing the stitching and cleaning the wound. The teen looks at Jeff, noticing the dark bags under his eyes. She tilts her head but looks at BEN.

"Are you going to explain why you guys suddenly showed up?"

"You're going viral." BEN smirks, "that fight of yours is blowing up."

Eboni's eyes widen, reaching for her phone and taking it off of silent. She notices the many missed calls from Tiffany and a few messages from Iris and...A LOT from Taylor. She gets onto Instagram, noticing her fight is all over her feed. She checks her account, noticing how many followers she gained.

"....whoa-" she whispers, quickly replying to Iris to let her know she's alright but leaves Taylor on open - rolling her eyes and scoffing at her half ass apologies.

Jeff takes the phone, reading Taylor's message. His eye twitched, throwing her phone to the couch. "Man! I hate that bitch!" He shouts.

Eboni's taken aback, "Why? She didn't do anything to you -"

"But she's doing shit to you! Fuck Eboni when are you going to start defending yourself? When are you gonna start giving a shit about yourself?! Your SAFETY!? Fuck those bitches and start putting your ass first!"

The teen stares at him, a bit confused as to why he's snapping at her like this. "Where's this coming fr -"

The killer pulls away from her, standing and starts pacing her room. He pitches the bridge of his nose, trying to keep his temper under control. Yes, he's angry, but he's trying not to direct it all at Eboni even though half of his anger is because of her. He doesn't mind Iris and Luna. Though they don't agree with their...connection, they know not to overstep - not to get in the way.

But not Taylor. He refuses to believe that such a girl has Eboni's best interest at heart. He senses jealously - Envy. The way she looks at his girl is contradictoring to her words on how she cares for Eboni. Taylor's so selfish and has her head so far up her ass. No wonder she's with Masky. The two are too much alike. That's a recipe for a toxic bomb. Taylor is only looking out for herself, no matter who to hurt, to get what she wants. How she got girls like Iris and Luna to care for her is beyond Jeff's comprehension.

"She doesn't give a shit about you. Something about that bitch rubs me the wrong way. How is it that the one that looks like she'll cry at any kind of comfortation helps you - but not the one who can throw hands!?" He shouts.

"What the hell - she does care! They're blackmailing her! They have something on her head!" Eboni said defensively. These are the first friends she's ever made. Sure, Taylor has her flaws, but she will defend her. She doesn't want to lose the first and only friends she has.

Jeff laughs, shaking his head. "You think I give a shit Eboni? I'm never wrong about this shit! She's going to screw you over! That hoe is a damn narcissist!"

EJ reaches to try and place a thin bandage over Eboni's lip, but their consistent arguing is preventing it. The teen laughs, rolls her eyes, and crosses her arms over her chest. "It takes one to know one asshole!"

No one can stop it. No one sees it coming. Before EJ & BEN can take action, Jeff forces Eboni against her headboard by her throat. His grip tightens as he stares at the girl with unblinking eyes - his grin stretching from ear to ear.

"You're right princess I'm the biggest fucking narcissist out here! But you like that - you love that shit about me. It's what draws you in, makes you crave more. So don't sit here and act like you're more sane than me. You're just as fucked up as me and if you want a bitch like that to fuck you up some more - be my fucking guest!" He shouts in her face before BEN yanks him away.

Eboni coughs, hand on her throat as she tries to regulate her breathing. EJ quickly places a patch over her lip before taking a look at her neck. It'll bruise, only slightly, though. He places a reassuring hand on Eboni's shoulder before looking at Jeff - his expression in dismay.

"Tch. Fuck this. Let's go." He said, not sparing another look at Eboni.

EJ and BEN share an apologetic look towards Eboni before jumping out of the window, leaving her in a state of shock. Maybe Taylor is right, out of all the psycho killers to let fuck her - why did it have to be Jeff The Killer?

#spotify #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x reader #ben drowned #eyeless jack #laughing jack #sally williams #bloody painter #yandere #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #bdsmkink #bdsmplay #bdsmlife #bwwm love #bwwmromance #dark romance #horror #cw: gore #triggers #slenderman #ticci toby #tim masky #hoodie #zalgo #zalgo creepypasta #creepypasta smut #smut

[lasudio]

VeronaHills, Round One: Traveller

It was supposed to be a short stop on the way to Three Lakes.

Trent, Trisha and Tina had planned to stay overnight at the campground in Riverblossom Hills. One night turned into two when Trent heard about a nice hill walk from one of the locals. The hill walk turned into a hike further into the woods - the Travellers were nothing if not intrepid - but they soon lost daylight, with only a distant glow through the trees to guide them. None of the travel blogs could have prepared them for what they came across.

Two people - green people, with vines across their skin - were clasping hands with a cloaked figure. To their left, a portly elderly couple leaned into each other; to their right, a man in an expensive, freshly pressed pinstripe suit ran his hand across slick grey hair. All were facing a stone circle surrounding a crackling fire. The glow.

It was an odd sight, but the walk had been tiring. Perhaps these people were resting. Trisha took a breath to calm herself with fresh country air. She gagged on a sickly sweet smell that slid into her stomach. Trent whispered a cuss word.

The green people began to chant in a low hum of unrecognisable syllables. Leaves dropped down and danced around them.

The elderly three moved towards the fire.

"Mom, dad," Tina said urgently, tugging on Trent's backpack. "Danny and Sarah said to follow them."

Trent and Trisha tore their gaze away from the glow to look at Tina. Two dogs stood at her side - one wiry ginger, the other white as snow. They turned and trotted towards the woods. The Travellers followed; they didn't, perhaps even couldn't, look back. Led by the ginger and the snow, they made it back to campsite - more precisely, a FOR SALE sign outside the cottage next to the campsite.

Three Lakes would have to wait.

#sims 2 #veronahills #alt veronaville #riverblossom hills #trent traveller #trisha traveller #morty roth #catherine viejo #rose greenman #leod mcgreggor #danny crittur #sarah crittur #tina traveller #traveller

[waydownatthebottomofnovember]

7, 17 & 27 :)

thank you!! :)

7. What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with?

honestly ideally i would just sleep under a sheet or a suuuper low tog duvet. every time i stay over at someone's house the first thing i do is take the duvet out of its cover and just sleep under the cover aha. at home i have a sheet and then a duvet to pull over it in case i get cold in the night!

17. Want any piercings? Where?

i guess similar to the tattoo question i answered earlier, i wouldn't mind having piercings but i don't think i'd ever actually go out and get any? i had my ears pierced as a child but i've let those close up now. it's like how i own jewellery but i never wear it!

27. What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times?

okay this is an impossible question!! such a fan of Frances Hodgson Burnett and Alexander McCall Smith. also everything by Jane Austen. rereadability-wise every single Christmas i reread Twelve Days of Christmas by Trisha Ashley which is such trash and i love it so much. the front cover is glittery and it's just awful. one of my favourites <3

#ask game

[shadowqueen402]

Canine Cat-astrophe: Chapter 3



(With Balan's group)

Back in Sana's stage, Balan's group had gathered around to discuss on how they would take care of Balan. "Okay, Sana and I have reached a conclusion," Eis said. "We will all take turns on tending Balan's needs. One of us will feed and give Balan fresh water. One of us will walk Balan. And one of us will play with him."

"Taking care of a dog should be easy, right?" Leo asked. "I've never had to raise one before up until now…"

"Trust me, Leo," Sana said. "It's far from easy. Especially since you have to not only train the dog, but you have to make sure that the dog is fed, has fresh water, and doesn't run out. Plus, dogs are known to be rather energetic and loud."

"Why don't I start by walking Balan?" Trisha Jane asked. "That way, it will help him tone down a bit and make it slightly easier for us to take turns taking care of him."

"Are you sure you're up for this, Trisha?" Jose asked. "Don't forget, Balan may be a dog, but there's still a chance that he may have his energy."

"As long as I keep a tight grip on the leash, I should be good." Trisha Jane smiled before turning to Balan. "Speaking of which, we should get him a leash before we can take on any walks. Balan, do you want a walk?"

Balan's tail wagged fast as he let out a bunch of excited barks. This caused Trisha Jane and Kaylo to giggle. "Even as a dog, it's still Balan deep down." Kaylo grinned.

"Well, I'm going to get him a leash," Trisha Jane said. "I'll be back. I won't be long." She turned around left Sana's stage to make her way back to the real world.

"While we wait for Trisha Jane to get back with the leash, let's—," Kaylo stopped when she noticed that Balan was gone. "Hey, where did Balan go?"

Eis turned and gasped when he saw Balan chasing after the birds. "Balan, no!" He then ran at full speed to catch up with the dog. Sana and the others ran to help Eis stop Balan from getting to the birds.

(With Lance's group)

Meanwhile, in Bruce's stage, the older-aged gentleman discussed with the others about what they should do. "We should get Lance some cat toys," Bruce stated. "While it is true that cats like to lay around, Lance does deserve some exercise."

"I know a pet shop in Timeville that sells cat toys and cat supplies!" Cass said. "I can get some for Lance! Especially the catnip-filled ones."

"Since Lance has long hair, we'll definitely need a brush," Rebecca said. "Long-haired cats shed a lot. Not to mention, they're prone to having mats in their fur."

"Despite this, cats usually don't require walks," Iben said. "So they're rather low maintenance. I think it will be easy to take care of Lance."

"Speaking of which, where is Lance?" Aria asked, looking around. "Wasn't he here, lounging nearby, just a while ago?" But then, everyone heard a terrified "SQUEAK" from up ahead. "Please tell me that isn't what I think it is…"

Suddenly, a large rat with brown fur scurried towards the group. It was being chased by none other than Lance himself. Aria, Iben, Emma, Yuri, and Rebecca screamed and backed away from the scurrying rodent.

Bruce, on the other hand, grabbed a broom from nearby and started to try hitting the rat. However, just before he could land another hit, Lance pounced at the rat and grabbed it with his jaws.

The group gasped at Lance's brave act. "Okay, kitty." Yuri said. "Do you think you could be so kind as to get rid of the rat for us, please?"

Lance just stared up at Yuri for a good minute…

…….

…Then, he released the rat which caused it to scurry around and scare everyone on Bruce's stage. Again.

Kaylo belongs to @kayssweetdreams

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Rebecca belongs to @thehyperrequiem

Aria belongs to me.

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[moonshynecybin]

did i see something about a bezz/cele playlist orrrrr

it is a work in progress but:

shy boy by CRJ. cele is a weird freak in the club and bezz is obsessed

all of chappell roan's latest album. okay not feminominon. but def hot to go, red wine supernova, picture you, after midnight, guilty pleasure and CASUAL. my kink is karma is unfortunately a rosquez song.

one of your girls by troye sivan HELLO

obligatory bestie by sizzie rocket

cool about it by boygenius. they are not cool about it. also added true blue and we're in love by them. we are blurring the romantic platonic line with vigor !

i believe country music is where REAL romance lives so: all your'n, feathered indians, and in your love by tyler childers. slow burn kacey musgraces, this kiss by faith hill, watermelon moonshine by lainey wilson, and i do think you could stick she's in love with the boy by trisha yearwood here bc its campy and i like it !!!

friends in low places and rodeo by my close personal friend garth brooks.

government hooker by lady gaga. bezz is nuts

no better by lorde

all the small things by blink-182

kissing lessons lucy dacus. they did this.

im on fire bruce springsteen horniest song ever written. born to run is also on here

all star by smash mouth DOES make me think about cele and it does make me laugh. sorry.

#callie speaks #by no means complete or in any sort of order. its mainly been me listenign to shy boy and going omg its cele fr

[wulvert]

more lore questions for u,,,same as before pls feel free to add more or avoid answering if u dont wanna spoil something/would rather it be shown in the comic!! i dont personally care about spoilers/implications but this is UR awesome media!! its completely up to u :]

do vampires naturally run colder since their heart beats slower, or are they still a normal human body temperature?

how much do vampires hunters actually know about vampire lore besides what it takes to kill/weaken/hurt them? are they mostly clueless?

is it public knowledge vampires and other creatures like trisha exist, or does the average person have no idea theres ghouls and beasties out there?

besides the bloodlust, would vampires suffer any similar symptoms to anemia when they're haven't drank, since it would mean they have a low rbc count? or would any symptoms besides bloodlust be more similar to human starvation? maybe a mix of both?

is it possible for vampires to drink non-human/non-vampiric blood, like animal blood? if it is, would most vampires just find it too small/distasteful a portion for it to be worth it? also, does this mean animals would be targeted as well when a vampire's in a bloodlust frenzy?

is,,,scarlet a vampire hunter?? ex-vampire-hunter??? i assumed she was since kelly recognized her and she seems knowledgeable about it, and tracked avery down, but its also rly funny to imagine she isn't and everyone at the bbq just going "strange! this woman isn't a hunter how'd she get here! well anyways. we'll make an exception bc she looks very polite and avery's finally introducing us to a friend (🏳️‍🌈🤨❓️). good for her!"

also not really a question but. ur lore implies avery was maybe just. blacked out laying in her own blood for at maximum a week before anyone went looking for her and its so. in character for her wet and patheticness,,,i love the unseen details in ur writing!!

hello!! I think it shouldnt be too spoilerly, heres the lore....

vampires are very cold, & its uncomfortable for them, so they end up sleeping next to radiators & heat vents like cats- blankets dont make them warmer either cause theres no body heat to trap under, they just insulate their coldness.

averys more knowledgeable about vampires than other vampire hunters just bc of her upbringing ( i think i mentioned it before? her entire huge family are all vampire hunters & shes been raised into it ), I think the average vampire hunter knows the basics, like stake silver sun crucifix, but I think they probably figure vampires are more zombie like than they actually are, scarlet was probably pretty disturbed to realise she's still herself now that shes a vampire, but avery already knew that's how it works- even if shes decided she can just say no to bloodlust, thats just her being her despite knowing better ( yes scarlet is also a vampire hunter ahah but shes found a loophole & doesnt hunt vampires anymore, but still gets paid for it :)

Vampires, werewolves etc. arent a secret but they arent thought about very much! theyre thought of being a lot more rare than they actually are

when vampires r hungry their veins hurt and they cant think about much other than blood. as for anemia their hands and feet cant get much colder but they can go kind of grey if starving 4 a extended period of time, and overall extremely pale. avery has no blood left right now which is why shes like. grey (people ask why scarlet doesnt look as dead as avery, its cuz she drinks blood regularly & also wears makeup) no fatigue though, i think they get very agitated.

vampires cannot drink non human/vampire blood, itd have the same effect as orange juice but like itd be gross bc its animal blood and it wouldnt taste good to them and theyd still feel sick 0 pros all cons :(

yea avery was lying in her pool of blood for a week 😔 kelly probably called her like 4 days in but didnt think much about it bc shes aloof and offputting 90% of the time anyway so it made sense for her to disappear for a bit... nobody else cared though