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adamsrcnan · 15 days

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OKAY OKAY here we goooo an annoyingly long-ish post about all my thoughts on The Sunshine Court

Spoilers Spoilers Spoilersss you've been warned

First things first it is so interesting to see Nora writing from not one but TWO new people's perspective. Jean's perspective is just devastating being inside his head is heartbreaking the constant fear and panic and how much of his energy is used on just pushing down every memory of what was done to him. His coping mechanisms are terrifying and i truly do hope by the end of book 2 he has a healthier way of dealing with it bc baby boy stop hurting yourself :( Every sentence was so painful to read. But also his resilience the entire time to get through it no matter what, god i fucking love him!!! He is a fighter.

Jeremy's perspective is sooooo refreshing. He is such a little sweetheart i could cry. The fact that he sends hand written letters and he's so caring and genuine but he can also be so stern. When he dropped that "i asked you a question" to Lucas fkehdjdfjdh OK SIR. I'M SAT. His relationship with the family butler is so endearing as well i need more background on that for sure! My only one criticism is that he didn't have enough pov chapters and i'm hoping we'll learn more in the second book of course because there's still so much about him and his (dysfunctional? toxic?) family dynamic that we don't know yet but also i'm greedy and i wanna know EVEYTHING about him !!!

Kevin and Jean are so just tragic it actually breaks my fucking heart like "you didn't have to slit my throat on the way out" JEAN??? and "promise me you won't try again. I can't lose you." KEVIN??? And the fact that Jean to this day is still keeping that promise. Also Jean's obvious but secret long term crush on Kevin the way it's subtly dropped every time Jean has to stamp down on his desire's and "temptations" GOD PLEASE I CAN'T STAND IT

SPEAKING OF!!! BISEXUAL JEAN ??? BI JEAN??? BI JEANNNN !!!!

Neil and Jean oh my God like where do i even start?? The guilt Jean feels at what happened to Neil in the Nest and him finally calling him by his name after Riko's death and telling him his game was good. And Neil seriously needs to give himself more credit for how much of a caring person he is because the way he indirectly told Jean that he thinks he is worth saving and didn't even hesitate before asking Stuart to send someone after That Guy after what Jean told him. Neil Josten the man that you are!!!

Jean's little sister Elodie what a beautiful name. Them being so close and him reading to her. The way he found out about her death jolted me differently. It was so awful and i'm so sorry Jean didn't get to see her grow up and meet her again.

Renee and Jean oh my god. Jean thinking she's beautiful (bitch me toooo) And the whole right person wrong time ugh i can't stand it. Him wearing her necklace all the time, enough that Jeremy always notices it. And unabashedly stealing her picture from the foxes lounge. Like he did not give a fuck. He said this one is mine. One good reason to stay alive being rainbows i'm gonna FKSJSKDHDH. Theirs would be such a soft love.

Speaking of soft loves Laila and Cat are EVERYTHINGGGG. God they are so cute with their little domestic life and their rich gay boy son who crashes on their couch with his cardboard cut out dog. That whole friendship dynamic is beautiful. Their fierce protectiveness and care over Jean as well and the patience they have with him even after the little kitchen incident. When Cat took Jean out for a drive on her motorcycle god that was such a heart warming moment and Jean helping them cook as well and becoming the girls' little sous chef it's so cute so endearing !!!

FINALLY FINALLY THE JEREJEAN DYNAMIC

PLEASE I'M GONNA SCREAM

Jeremy being the one who told Jean that Riko was dead i don't even know what to begin with THAT like hhhhhhh. The way they're both stupidly attracted to each other but won't/can't do anything about it. THE WHOLE "say yes Jeremy" SCENE WTF WAS THATTT I WAS GOING INSANEEEE. Both of them having to stop mid sentence when they catch the other looking FINE as hell. Jean being so obvious that even Lucas picks up on the way he looks at Jeremy. Jeremy being there to ground Jean in a Moment and helping him come down from it. Grabbing his face and telling him he's okay. Moving into the room with him to make him feel more comfortable !! The way Jean grabs Jeremy's chin (boiiiii). Jeremy constantly reminding Jean that he is NOT A RAVEN ANYMORE no matter how many times he has to say it. Jeremy saying he'll wait as long as it takes until Jean speaks to him. JEREMY GIVING HIM A HUG AND JEAN CLUTCHING DESPERATELY TO HIS SHIRT FUUCUFHDHSJHSSUHDH and then the "will you help me?" And the "Anything you need" AND THEY'RE GOING TO TAKE A CERAMICS CLASS TOGETHER?!?!?!!!! i can't i can't i can't i caaan'ttt

There's so much more to say but i'm gonna leave it at this for now because i need to go re-read it again and take my time with it this time round but i really could not have asked for anything better Nora truly outdid herself here !!! I'm forever grateful she blessed us with this after so long.

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paleprincessturtle · 4 months

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Hi💗

I read (and loved😍) your Harvey fic in which the reader is mike's sister and I was wondering if you could write a lil fluffy piece on the same line of your other fics (with reader in a relationship with Harvey and who is also mike's sister) in which the reader get pregnant and they break the news to Mike and how he would react (I don't know why but I think it would be funny ahaha)

Bun in The Oven

Thank you for the request! I'm terribly sorry it took sooooo long. But here we go and enjoy!

You can read this as a standalone or as part of this fic.

1 hour ago

Rachel was slightly confused when she saw Mike's sister in Harvey's office, knowing Harvey had asked for her. She thought it was about the case they were on together. After exchanging hugs with Mike's sister, Harvey told Rachel to sit down. Harvey stood up from his chair and straightened himself. Rachel noted something odd about him today, and his usually chirpy girlfriend also seemed a little quiet today. He situated himself on the sofa beside his girlfriend. Rachel suddenly became nervous, too. Maybe they aren't together anymore, Rachel thought. Shit, what if Harvey cheated on her? Rachel suddenly snapped out of her reverie when Harvey called out her name. "There's news we would like to share with you." Harvey took a deep breath as he took her girlfriend's hand in his. Rachel noticed the gesture. "We're pregnant; no, I mean, she's pregnant; I'm not," Harvey stammered, then let out a nervous chuckle. Rachel was taken aback, not just by the news but by years of working in the firm; this was the first time Rachel saw Harvey stammer. But she managed to compose herself. "Are you guys happy?" Rachel asked, truly curious. "We are more than happy, Rach. This is a surprise, but one we wouldn't have any other way."

The three of them still crowd Harvey's office. "Mike could never refuse a homey and hearty meatloaf; I don't know, but it always put him in a good mood." Rachel nodded at the younger woman. Honestly, she rarely cooked at home; she knew Mike's favorite takeouts, but home-made dishes? It's out of her league. And after all, she's Mike's sister. "Should I look for an interesting pro bono case?" The two women shifted their attention to the only man in the room. For the very first time since they got into this discussion, Rachel finally got a good look at Harvey. Everyone who knows Harvey Specter knows that he is full of confidence. His middle name is Confidence. But one look at him, and Rachel swore he was a nervous wreck. Despite the visible discomfort, Harvey's idea wasn't entirely bad. If anything, it was great. An interesting pro bono case, hand-delivered by the managing partner, would certainly put Harvey on Mike's good side. "I will give him the case first thing in the morning, before dinner later that day." Both women beside him nodded in unison. "Why are you guys making such a fuss about breaking the news to him? I mean, if you don't mind me asking," Rachel asked. She bit her lip and looked at Rachel. "After Mike knew me and Harvey were together, our dynamics weren't the same anymore. Whenever he visited my bakery, he would ask me if Harvey had made any mistakes yet or things like that. It also happened with his relationship with Harvey. I feel like we are walking on thin ice here." Rachel gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. Mike never told me," she smiled knowingly at Rachel.

Later that day, after settling everything for their dinner plan, they parted ways. Harvey sat on one of the chairs in his girlfriend's bakery. He watched as she checked and counted everything. She was just about to finish the day. "Come sit with me; you shouldn't be standing up for too long," Harvey called for her, and she laughed. "I'll be 5 seconds, and we'll be out of here," she said as she walked to the back of her bakery. Harvey looked around; he seemed out of place here. Harvey had already thought about hiring an assistant for his girlfriend. Harvey followed in his girlfriend's footsteps earlier and found himself inside a tiny office. His girlfriend stood, facing a computer. "Sunshine," Harvey said as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Harvey put his palm flat on her lower stomach, caressing gently. She smiled, even though she wasn't showing yet, Harvey's favorite thing to do now is to caress her lower stomach. "Anything I can help you with so you can finish up faster? Remember what the doctor said? You shouldn't be too tired," Harvey frowned as she typed away. "Imma just add thiiiiis... and done," she said as she turned off her computer. She turned around and faced Harvey. Harvey grinned at her, and she laughed. "What?" Harvey shook his head, smiling, "Nothing; I'm just really happy. About us, our baby, and our little family."

"So I told him that he could shove his sorry excuse of an offer up his ass," everyone laughed at Mike's story. They were all sitting on the couch in Harvey's place, the fire burning slowly in the fireplace. They have done everything they could—the pro bono case Harvey gave to Mike earlier this morning, the food, everything. Now it was only time that Harvey broke the news. Rachel looked at Harvey, quietly nodding at him. "Mike, Rachel," Harvey started, getting their attention. "We have some news to share." Harvey took his girlfriend's hand, and she gave it a good squeeze, silently encouraging him. "Don't you dare tell me you cheated on her, Harvey, I swear to." Harvey didn't let Mike finish his sentence. "Hell no," Harvey said, shaking his head. "Then what? Are you two eloping in Vegas?" Mike almost yelled, brows knitted. Harvey looked at Mike in disbelief, about to open his mouth, when his girlfriend interrupted. "We're pregnant, Mike. It was definitely a surprise, but we are very excited." As she said that, the room fell awfully quiet. "Oh my God, we're so happy for you!" Rachel started and stood up as the two women hugged. Mike followed but still said nothing. Harvey stretched out his arms, ready to hug Mike, after Rachel hugged him. But it wasn't a hug that Harvey received. Mike's fist made contact with Harvey's jaw. For the next few seconds, it was a mess. Rachel gasped. Harvey was on the floor, and his girlfriend kneeled beside him, crying. "How dare you knock up my sister," Mike was ready to launch at Harvey again, but Rachel got in front of Mike. "Mike, stop, stop, please," Rachel pleaded, both her hands on Mike's chest. " Mike still tried to get past Rachel. "I told you to take care of her, Harvey! Not to knock her up!" Mike screamed, and Rachel flinched. Harvey stood up, his girlfriend beside her. Harvey nodded at Rachel to ushered Mike outside to the balcony.

"Are you out of your mind, Mike?" Rachel scolded him. He stood, head hung low, while Rachel stood in front of him, hands folded in front of him. "You stay out of this, Rachel," Mike said, his voice barely audible. "Stay out of it? We're getting married. Your sister is my sister too. And Harvey is a close friend of ours! They are so happy about it, Mike." Rachel sighed and sat beside him. She took his hand in hers. "Mike, she is your sister; she is happy." Rachel tried to reason with him. "Haven't you heard about Harvey? A walking heartbreaker," Mike scoffed as he continued, "Now my sister will be tied to him for the rest of her life." Rachel shook her head. "Ask again, Mike. Is that the Harvey you heard people talk about or the Harvey you knew all these years?" Rachel pulled her hand from Mike's and got back inside. Mike saw Rachel walk to where Harvey and his sister sat. His sister was visibly upset; her eyes were red. Rachel said something to Harvey, and he nodded and stood up. Rachel took Harvey's place, and they hugged. Harvey walked over and opened the sliding door leading to the balcony. Mike turned his face away, and Harvey sat next to him. "I know you're upset. But I don't appreciate you acting like that in front of the mother of my child. She isn't supposed to be stressed about something, let alone crying." Mike looked at Harvey. "We are happy. You might see me as someone who will never marry or plan for a child." Harvey let out a bitter laugh. "I thought the same too until I met your sister, and I would drop anything to be with your sister. I love her, Mike. She loves me. We are so happy about this. About our little family. When will you finally see that?" Mike still looked at Harvey, his face as stoic as ever. "We are going to have this baby, with or without your blessing." Harvey leaned closer. "I let this one slide, Mike. You are his brother, but no one disrespects my girlfriend like that, ever." Mike nodded. "So either you go back inside, tell your sister you are sorry, or you can show yourself the way out," Mike sighed. "I'm.." he paused, contemplating what to say next. "I'm sorry, Harvey. I've known you for years; if anything, I knew you better than anyone. I'm sorry I misjudged you. I've been treating you differently, even treating my sister differently." Mike shook his head, eyes closed. Harvey stretched his arms, once again inviting him for a hug. This time, Mike smiled at him.

"I will read this baby, The Constitution, every day," Mike's sister gasped. "What?" Mike asked and seemed oblivious. "He's going to be a lawyer, hands down," Mike said matter-of-factly, followed by nods from both Harvey and Rachel. "He will be like the best damn closer this city has ever seen." Rachel joked, imitating Harvey. "He? How if the baby is a she?" Both Harvey and Mike groaned at the same time. "I'll get my 9 mm ready," Mike said, face all serious. "You have a gun?" Rachel asked in horror. "Imagine all the boys trying to date her," Mike said as Harvey's face paled. Harvey placed a hand on her still-flat stomach. "Whatever this baby might turn up, he or she," Mike turned to his sister, "will be very much loved." Harvey nodded at Mike after he saw his girlfriend smile so wide with teary eyes. "One thing," Mike said, "I want my name as the baby's middle name."

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lilyoffandoms · 4 months

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Clara Slaying Richards by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

I wanna do this post justice because it deserves it but also I just wanna scream incoherently as well.

akakldjakkkaja!!! I still can’t believe this art exists!!! Thank you, Thia!! With all my heart, thank you!!!

So now I’m gonna attempt a coherent thought. Wish me luck.

This art came about when I made an offhand comment about this painting in some tags (because I’m a geek about this stuff and Baroque art in particular). The artwork above is based on Judith Slaying Holofernes by Artemisia Gentileschi.

I’ve had it in my head for sooooo long that we needed some art based on this with MC and her bestie taking care of things Richards because no one else is doing anything, nor do they seem inclined to. Sometimes ladies see things that need doing and they just gotta do what they gotta do.

Things need doing and so we do ‘em!!

I always thought the original painting by Artemisia is perfect for this story because MC and Briar don’t give up like the rest of them do. They refuse to resign themselves to their supposed fate and take matters into their own hand. Plus, if you take Artemisia’s own personal history into account, this art as a model for Desire and Decorum MC is perfect.

Artemisia was unable to truly get revenge on the men (one in particular) in her life that sought to use her and so she took well-known stories of women and gave them a new life through her paintings, a realistic one.

Whereas her male counterparts in the art world chose to depict these same women as helpless or even intrigued and accepting of the unwanted advances of gross old men, Artemisia depicted these woman as the victims they truly were or in the case of the above art, depicted the women as their own heroes. Because she learned the lesson well, you can rely on yourself but not your family or those you should be able to trust. Plus you have to admire an artists that breaks tradition and show women that are not the helpless creatures men seem to think they are.

To see this art come to life with MC and Briar is beyond exciting and to see it come to life soooo well is beyond thrilling. Thia, I hope you realize the talent you have!! The things talked most about in art history regarding this work by Artemisia (beyond her history) are the masterful use of chiaroscuro and the tension in the figures. It takes a helluva lot of force to severe a head and so many artists fail to accomplish portraying the strength and sheer force it takes to so such. You have managed both the masterful use of light and shadow and portrayed both MC and Briar absolutely killing it!!

As @noesapphic said when I showed her this art yesterday, SLAY!!!

#choices desire and decorum #playchoices #briar daly #desire and decorum #desire and decorum mc #artemisia gentileschi #fanartists are the best #assassination cw #blood cw #i will never shut up about this art #thank you my dear for this most wonderful surprise!!!#not my commission but you know the drill #my commission

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necronatural · 9 months

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Project Moon Discourse part 4: It's So Dark In Here

You know I woke up from a nightmare about being kidnapped in my own home to check if PM made a statement which led me to realize I've been doing this obsessively all week. Surely this is so good for my mental health

Kim Jihoon HAS made a statement!

In summary

It took a week because we were working sooooo hard with legal and does not have anything to do with the union press release being held today on the unfair dismissal of Vellmori no sir

The firing was not over feminism. We will not explain what it was over. It just wasn't about the thing that got us in the news and caused an international controversy and launched an investigation that may lead to $2mil in funding being rescinded

We did not fire Vellmori. The phone call was about an intent to dismiss because we hurried to put out the announcement we had been planning for days because like 10 nerds did a snide interview and threatened to call us feminists. We have not signed papers dismissing Vellmori because it was only legally viable to do literally today and would bring down hell upon the company if we were to go through with it without diffusing the situation

With an incredible finisher of legal threats grouping DCinside trolls with protestors. Because they haven't signed any papers and simply declared intent to fire Vellmori in the future, they are using this technicality to say protests are misinformation campaigns. Kim Jihoon will likely avoid making Vellmori sign papers so the company cannot be legally challenged for the duration of this controversy.

The truck protest has has ceased operations in the wake of this to consult with legal about both the attack on phrasing and the complaints recieved about the trucks.

The press conference over Project Moon's [intent to commit] unfair dismissal was today, and will be later posted to YouTube. You can read their statement summarized here. In the meantime, the union leaders have responded to PM's statement with "alright, bet".

The consensus is that KJH can only threaten and pussyfoot around the company's culpability while dangling the Sword of Damocles over Vellmori's head for as long as is convenient to him. Truly, a lawyer was consulted.

#project moon #this has been the NNN (necro natural news) signing out

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jokeflypop · 11 days

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The Risks we take

Newt x fem reader/ y/n

Finally, my first fanfic! Tell me how I did 🫣👀

Summary: Newt is avoiding y/n after she confessed her feelings to him at a bonfire night. (Also note that in this universe, the Gladers have a bonfire night every week instead of every month. Just so it fits in the story!)

Warnings: Honestly it’s all fluff. Nothing other than a few suggestive comments, but nothing crazy!

Words:

Y/N= Your name E/C= Eye color

H/C= Hair color S/C= Skin color

H/T= Hair type (staright, curly, wavy, etc)

Sorry it’s kinda long!

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/jokeflypop/748300546927165440/the-risks-we-take

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If there was ever a right moment to die, I would love for it to be now. Embarrassing yourself in front of Newt was not something on your to-do list for today, but of course, you couldn’t escape it. And everything was going so well, too!

It all stared when you got sent into the Glade from the Box. You were, and still are, the only girl in the Glade. Other than a few, Newt was the only boy who truly respected you and saw you for who you were. As time went by, you two became great friends. You became a Runner with Minho. It took a while for that to happen. Newt begged you not to do it. He thought it was too dangerous for a , quote, ‘Reckless Shank like you’ end quote. Eventually, you were able to convince him otherwise, although you can tell he still doesn’t like it. You understood, though, that he just wanted to keep you safe. You did too, of course. But something told you that you were meant to be a runner. This was your duty, your destiny, if you will. That was the only thing stopping you from succumbing to his worrisome smile and pleading eyes.

Something grew inside of you after that day. A fluttery feeling like no other. One that made you feel like a lovesick shank everytime you glanced into those pair of soft brown eyes. It was an incredible feeling. And you could tell it wasn’t totally one sided. The way Newts brown eyes softened when he looked at you, or when he fixes his hair whenever you come around. It’s cute, and you loved it. You loved him. And today was the day you would finally tell him that. Oh how much you’d regret it later…

At the bonfire that night, you were ready. You prepared yourself well. You wore your cleanest T-shirt with a pair of green cargo pants. It revealed some of your S/C skin nicely. You let your H/T hair down, which was a rare occurrence with you. You usually kept your H/C hair in a nice pony tail. You looked good. It was a fact you weren’t gonna debate on. You felt good, too. Which was really all that matters. At the bonfire, you spotted Newt. He was sitting on the floor, back against a log. He had some of Gallys special “juice”, and was sitting alone. You walked over and sat Next to him, holding your knees against your chest.

“It’s quite the lively bonfire today.” You say, smiling softly. Newt looks over to you and you can visibly see his eyes widen ever so slightly and his lips curving into a small smile.

“Yeah, but I think thats cause you’re here. Other than that, most boys skip” Newt says as he takes a swig of the drink before handing it to you. You chuckle before taking a sip and placing it on the grass in between you two. As much as you loved Newts reaction to your outfit, you were starting to slightly regret it. It was freezing, and the warmth of the fire unfortunately didn’t help. You hugged your knees closer to your chest. You could feel Newt eyeing you. You felt something warm wrap around you. It was Newts jacket.

“Here. You probably need it more than me”. You slip on the jacket properly and flash a grateful smile.

“Thanks.” You take another sip of the drink. You and Newt talk for a while before you lean your head on his shoulder. He wraps an arm around you. You were both pretty intoxicated by now.

“Hey Newt, wanna know something funny?” You say softly.

“Sure”

“Sometimes, I feel like my heart is about to burst when Im around you. It’s a weird feeling. Very weird.” You say. Newt pauses for a bit, making you worried. Did you say something wrong?

“Oh yeah?” Newt says, with an amused look on his face. He leans closer to your face and your heart pounds like no other.

“Yeah…” you say softly. Newt smiles softly. He looks at your face, as if studying in every detail. Then, something happens. A look of doubt on his face. He seems….conflicted. Worried, almost. He stares at you for a bit before pulling back. You see his eyes glistening slightly as he looks away from you and looks at the fire.

“Well, maybe you should get that checked by one of the Med-Jacks. Seems like something serious.” Newt says, a hint of shakiness in his voice. Barely noticeable. “I should go. We have a long day tomorrow” Newt says, before getting up and leaving you alone with your thoughts.

What. The. Shuck.

What was that? One second hes all flirty and the next he just ditches? The atmosphere was perfect! Maybe its your drunken mind, or your lack of reflection, but you were mad. And also very embarrassed. It was definitely obvious that you wanted to go in for a kiss. What were you thinking!? He basically just kindly rejected you. You put your face in your hands and sat there for a few minutes, just soaking up what happened and replaying it in your mind over and over again. You curl up in Newts jacket and wipe away a few of your loose tears that fell. It’s gonna take a lot of drinks to heal that one….

The next few days were torture. Newt has been practically ignoring you for the past few days. You’ve tried to talk to him, but he either nods you off or makes an excuse to go somewhere. Now you’ve really messed it up. Just great. One of your only friendships in the glade, ruined. And the opportunity for it to become more. Just because you couldn’t shut your shucking mouth. The days have passed in a pattern. You wake up early, leave for the maze, return and shower, try a painful attempt at talking to Newt, eat, sleep, repeat. You hated every second of it. Hated how Newt ignored you and talked to you like a stranger. Hated how his eyes no longer softened when they glanced at you. Or how he no longer cares about what he looks like when he’s around you. After a week of this cycle, one morning, you’ve had enough. You cant let a silly mistake like that ruin 2 good years of friendship. But first, duty calls. All you need to do is make it through another day in the maze. What a drag this has been…

You grab your stuff and head to the maze entrance. Minho isn’t there yet and you decide to go look for him after about 20 minutes of waiting. You find him with Newt. Oh great. This wont be awkward at all. Newt seems to be in a heated argument with Minho. You get as close as you can, which is behind a tree a few feet away, and strain your ears to listen, but you can only hear a few snippets. It’s enough, nonetheless, to piece the puzzle.

Newt: “Y/N….dangerous…….stop……maze!”

Minho: “No!…….potential…….escape…”

It was clear that Newt was fighting with Minho again to keep you out of the maze. Give you another job and get on with life. But even though this should’ve made you feel happy that Newt cares, all you really felt was rage. How could Newt judge what you do? You loved being a runner, and Newt has no say on what you do when he’s practically a stranger now. Where did he get the nerve! You’ll have to talk about it with him later. You walk over and grab Minho by the arm, practically dragging him away from Newt. You ignore Newt and walk straight into the maze. It felt good to be the one to ignore now.

#the maze runner #tmr fandom #tmr #tmr newt #tmr x reader #newt tmr #newt x y/n #newt x reader

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dameronology · 1 year

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timing's a bitch [5/5] - s.h

summer '87

“oh my love, i lied to you, but i never needed to" - liar, paramore (x)

“if you have chemistry, you only need one other thing…timing. but timing is a bitch” - how i met your mother

a.k.a the three times that steve harrington chose the wrong moment, the one time that you chose the wrong moment, and the one time you both got it right (series masterlist)

a/n: i am sooooo sorry for how long this took. i have a long list of excuses but i shall not bore you. we have, however, finally made it to the end and i owe you all the biggest fucking thank you in the world for all your support on this series. i love u all and i hope this is the ending u wanted <3

Twelve months was the longest period of time you’d gone without seeing Steve Harrington.

You’d seen him basically every day for your entire goddamn life and then he’d just…disappeared. Left the arcade in a cloud of shame and then you hadn’t seen him since. He was fine; you knew that much. A quick call to his parents had let you know that he was with them in Florida. Fuck knows why, because as far as you’d known he had hated his parents almost as much as he hated Florida. But, as it had turned out, knowing didn’t account for much. You thought you knew Harrington’s every move, but everything in the last year had completely blindsided you. Even if it was just an anomaly, it was enough to make you question everything. It had hurt more than you cared to admit – the sudden revelation, the disappearance, the lack of contact – but the realisation that he’d admitted to loving you had carried you for just a little while.

Only a little while. Three months at the most. After that, you lost hope and moved on.

Did it feel like part of you was missing? Completely. Was there anything you could do about it? Absolutely not.

Steve’s name became something of a curse word amongst your friendship circle. Friendship triangle, actually. The combination of Eddie and Robin had been the only thing carrying you through. Hawkins had changed as you knew it, because as it turns out, you and Steve had shared a pair of rose-coloured lenses. The town sucked without them and man you hoped Florida was even worse for him. Maybe one of the crocodiles or swamps would swallow him up. At least that way you could get closure.

It was hard not to think about him; to think about whether or not he’d started dating again, about how much he was probably suffocating under the same roof as his parents. The part of you that had been hurt by him wanted so badly for him to be aching too – for you, for the familiar, for the realisation that Tampa Bay might have been great, but no place was truly great without you – but the rest of you just pined. For him, for his dumb sarcasm and ridiculous ability to be so smart about everything, for his shitty driving and that stupid cologne and the cursed BMW that you were afraid to shine a UV light in for fear of a live Jackson Pollock experience.

You missed him.

Eddie and Robin were good company. Every time you were sad, you would find yourself with them at the Hideout, laughing about something stupid and then revelling in the realisation that you were going to be fine. Everything was going to be fine. You had your friends.

“So…I like her, but I don’t like like her, you know?” Eddie’s aimless ramblings filled your ears one cold Wednesday night. Class had been long, but not as long as this conversation. Was he even going the right way home? You’d no clue.

“So, break up with her then, Eds,” you replied, unable to resist an eyeroll. “It’s obvious.”

“But she’s so hot!”

“And?!” you shot back. “You can’t just hold out for someone because they’re hot.”

“Right. If you did, you’d be in a Florida swamp by now.”

You shot Eddie a glare. “Watch it.”

“I regretted it as soon as I said it,” he grimaced. “Sorry. I really am.”

Eddie reached across and squeezed your arm, giving you a smile. He was far too easy to forgive.

As it turned out, he had been going the right way, because your apartment building had finally made an appearance in the distance. One of the better developments in your life in the past year had been that you, Robin and Eddie found a place together. It was a complete shithole, and you were pretty sure your neighbour was a pervert, but it was yours. More yours than your place in New York had been.

Hopping out the van, you shut the door behind you and fumbled around for your keys. Eddie wasn’t far behind, just taking a moment to assess the damage the pavement had done to his wheel when he’d collided it with at the morning. Something about the government shouldn’t have put a pavement there and I don’t pay taxes for this shithole to destroy my van.

Unlocking the door, you stepped inside and was immediately greeted by Robin. She was in attack mode, elbowing her way past you and towards Eddie.

“Munson!” she yelled. “How many times have I told you not to smoke week inside? I’m trying to study for my finals but all I can smell is your skanky goddamn stoner broccoli- “

“- woah, woah, woah!” Eddie held his hands up in defence. “Before you rip my head off, don’t you want to have that conversation with our beloved roommate first?”

You glanced at them, thinning your eyes. “The hell are you talking about?”

“Uh…” Robin trailed off. “We should go inside for this.”

“Or you could just tell me here?” you suggested.

Despite your advice, your friends both took an arm each and lead you inside to the sofa, where they laid you down. Robin did have a point about the smell in here.

“You should sit down for this,” Eddie began.

You propped yourself up on your elbows. “I’m lying down?”

“Oh…” he trailed off. ��Then you might want to sit up for this.”

Rolling your eyes, you sat up and swung your legs round so they were on the floor. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

Robin gulped. “Steve called.”

“Here?” your eyebrows shot up.

“Yeah. Six times, actually,” she continued.

“What?!” you exclaimed. “When?”

Eddie and Robin glanced at each other.

“Guys,” you pushed. “When?”

“Three months ago. And also, nine months ago, and also ten months ago, and he also tried calling my house the week he left and…” Eddie trailed off. “Why do you look so angry?”

“Why the fuck are you only telling me this now?!”

“We thought it was best you didn’t know!” Robin chimed in. “He just made you so miserable and-

“- that’s not your decision to make!” you snapped.

“No, you’re right…. we know that. Now. We know that now,” Eddie said. “We just thought it was worth telling you because rumour has it, he’s back in town.”

“Rumour has it from who?”

“My eyes,” Robin admitted. “I saw him yesterday at the coffee shop down the road. I think he was looking for you.”

It wasn’t in your nature to dramatically storm off. It was even less in your nature to steal Eddie Munson’s keys and aimlessly speed off into the night, but you probably earnt the right to do after learning that your best friends had been lying to you. Betrayal from Steve had sucked, but even more so from them. What sucked even more was the realisation that he hadn’t been ignoring you for a year. That was a lot to deal with.

You found yourself driving to Lover’s Lake. It had been an unconscious decision – less conscious that the one to fuck up Eddie’s tyres even more on the way over – but it was weirdly peaceful once you got there. Freaky alien portals aside, it was a pretty relaxing place when it was empty at night. The water was completely dark, lit up only by the moon and stars, where you could be alone with your thoughts and-

“I have a gun!”

The words from your mouth had been quick – and a lie – when you heard someone step on a twig behind you. It wasn’t the worse lie in the world. You could have had a gun in your pockets. Maybe. How big were guns anyway? You didn’t know.

“If you come a step closer I will fucking END you-“

“- you don’t carry a gun.”

There was only one person in the world who could be truly certain of that decision. Steve fucking Harrington.

A beat passed and before he could say anything else, you’d thrown yourself at him. You both fell to the ground – Steve breaking your fall with his body and letting out an ow – and for a split second, you weren’t sure you were decking him or fighting him. The decision came to you naturally, it turned out, because when he tried to sit up, you tackled him back into the ground with a hug. Steve sat there aimlessly for a second, but quickly wrapped his gangly arms back around you.

“Fuck,” you murmured. “What the fuck, Steve?!”

“Couldn’t I be asking you the same thing?!” he demanded. “You’ve been ignoring my calls for a year!”

You took a step back from the hug, glowering for a moment. “I haven’t. I promise.”

“Well you haven’t been answering them-“

“- it was Eddie and Robin!” you cut him off. “We moved in together…it’s too fucking long to explain, but they are meddlers. They are meddling meddlers. I’ve spent the last year waiting for you to call Steve and for fuck’s sake, man! It’s me. If you are genuinely stupid enough to think that I would willingly ignore your calls then you don’t know me at all!”

Steve was silent for a second. That was a lot of information to process. It was good information – encouraging, indeed - but it also meant he had to change his entire worldview that he’d spent the last year adjusting to. Not unlike you had in the last hour.

“Besides…” you carried on. Yeah, it was all coming out now. “You’re the one who accidentally confessed your love for me. You’re the one who ran away! So even if I had been ignoring your calls, who’s to say it wasn’t justified?”

“No, yeah…you’re right,” Steve murmured. “I’m sorry. I really am. I know that doesn’t cut it at all. It doesn’t even begin to make it right but if you would just give me the chance, I promise I will make it up to you.”

“A chance?” you raised your eyebrows. “What kind of chance?”

“The same kind of chance I asked for the night you left for college almost two years ago,” he said. “The chance that’s been fucked over and over because of bad timing-”

“- have you ever considered that maybe you were the one who was about twelve hours behind everyone else?”

“Have you ever considered that maybe you were twelve hours ahead?”

You smiled. “Get to the point, Steve.”

“I love you,” Steve declared. He flung his arms out at as he did, almost as though he were announcing it to the dark clouds above you. “I’m sorry for running away, but in doing it, I realised there’s only one place I want to run and that’s to wherever you are. Even if it’s almost midnight, by a lake, on a freezing cold night.”

“How did you even know I was here?” you asked.

“You have three places you go when you’re not home and that’s here, my house or the record shop and – look, I don’t want to rush you, but it would be really wonderful if we could circle back to where you stand vis-à-vis that love declaration-”

“- fucking obviously I love you too,” you cut him off.

Steve smiled. There was no doubt in his mind that you were still seething but finally, after two years of swings-and-roundabouts, you’d finally said the same thing at the same time. It had been a two year long head-ache – one you still felt dizzy from – but hey. You’d finally caught each other at the same moment. And god forbid you’d ever let him go.

“But this has to be it now, Steve,” you poked him in the chest. “No one-night stands, no other people, no bullshit. I can’t take bullshit.”

“This is it,” he said affirmatively. “I promise. I’m not ever letting you out of my sight again.”

“You promise?”

Steve grabbed your hand, pulling your pinky out of your balled up fist and wrapping it around his. “You have my word.”

Finally, he kissed you.

You’d kissed multiple times before; that fateful night two years ago, the even more fateful one in New York, and the time it almost happened in the lake just two miles from where you were stood. All of those things had taken you a step closer to this but the moment in itself felt like a weight off your shoulders. Almost like it was something that had been written in the stars since the first day you’d thrown a Lego brick at him, and both of you had been holding your breath waiting for you to happen ever since.

“I’m gonna kill Robin and Eddie, by the way,” you quietly said.

“Don’t,” Steve murmured against you. “I only just got you back. I can’t have you going to prison.”

"Yeah, fair point," you laughed. "Besides, if I can forgive you, I can forgive them."

"Hey!"

"Sorry..." you trailed off. "I love you."

Steve smiled. "I love you too."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things fluff #stranger things angst #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson

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wazzappp · 5 months

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Weird thought. Could be sad or could be dark.

What if Movie!Khaji Da is acting/was acting at least in the beginning of it?

Like, the Siri/Alexa/Cortana/thing. What if that’s fake, and the Scarab is acting to make them (mostly Jaime) less afraid of it. Either bc it’s aware of pop culture opinion around AI (and is downplaying itself so they’re not scared of it so much), or is still loyal to the Reach and wants Jaime to trust it bc it’s an infiltrator.

So skittish Khaji Da acting robotic and hiding its emotions until like the end of the movie, post the synchronization thing (bc it’s scared of their opinions).

Or Khaji Da working to gain Jaime’s trust and pretending to not understand human stuff (and playing into pop culture expectations of androids/ai/robots/etc) so that way he doesn’t question the whole “world killer” thing.

Either long-term manipulation with bad ending (reach takeover), or Khaj slowly comes to actually care for Jaime/his family (possibly bc the Reach do treat it like an Alexa [actually wait 3rd option, it acts like an Alexa for a while bc it was made to act like that (subservient, emotionless) for the Reach, and thinks they want it to act like that?], while the Reyes’ actually like. Address it. And care about each other. [and possibly Khaji Da itself] So it starts to feel guilty, decides “fuck the Reach” and comes clean to Jaime.

Have this mess (unproofread) bc I am procrastinating on other tasks.

(If general/non-body horror ideas are not something you’re interested in, you can tell me to stop)

ACK FUCK SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO I THOUGHT I RESPONDED TO IT ALREADY I JUST CHECKED MY ASKS AAAAUGHHHH!!!

I really do enjoy khaji being more mechanical just because it's how they are. In my opinion it makes their development so impactful because it requires them to literally break their own coding. Go against the very fabric of your being, what you were MADE for, to try and be something more like yourself even though you don't know who that is yet.

Khaji only PRETENDING to be more robotic has some very very interesting potential though. Attempting to fit in a box your entire existence and then literally only being accepted once you step outside that box? Jeez, what a disorienting experience. My poor little murder bug :'(. They would probably end up needing a LOT of reassurance from Jaime. Just in subtle ways to make sure it's truly better that they behave as a person and not a tool. It would take soooo much time to build khajis self confidence and autonomy back up from that. Therapy. SOOOOO much therapy for the both of them on god.

#sorry if these thiughts are kinda scattered i just wanted to make sure i got a response oit to you lol #I LIKE THESE META THEORIES TOO DONT HESITATE TO ASK I PROMISE #body horror is my bread and butter but i enjoy this to <3 #blue beetle #jaime reyes #khaji da #asks

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michaelnotholden · 7 months

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Hii! I hope you are doing well. Sooooo, I'm over the moon with sprolden and I feel I need more of them. Could you recommend some fics? Also, I'll love to hear your thoughts about they rls. I live to read analysis of them (only if you comfortable). thanks

Hiii!!

I don’t rlly have fanfic recommendations bc I haven’t read some in a looongg time but I would LOVE to give you my thoughts on sprolden/solitaire!

first of all I don’t think people really understand their dynamic in the right way. I usually see fans labelling them as a “golden retriever/black cat” duo, which is cute but that kinda just stereotypes them into a box… like;

There’s this depressed girl and a happy sunshine guy that comes and saves her life and makes her happy again!!

and this isn’t true, it’s literally in the book.

"I'm just some tool who's always turning up to stop you hating yourself so much." "That's wrong," I say. "That's completely wrong."

Tori and Michael are both completely lost in their lives they just show it differently!

Tori is a complete pessimist who hates herself and everything. She has self deprecating thoughts that make her unable to say the things she truly thinks. And bc she hates life so much, she doesn’t see the point. Not seeing the point in anything is distorting her life bc she cares so much. She is so caring and she feels guilty for not doing anything about it. She feels guilty for not helping others and deep down, herself. Anyways you get the jizz the girl is depressed asf and it shows.

Michael on the other hand is an optimist who is angry. He hates himself but he does have a somewhat better way of seeing life. I mean from an early age he understood he was different. (autism!!!!!!!!!) But he found comfort in skating and reading which helped him escape reality. Even though sometimes it was more damaging than helpful. Although we don’t know much about his home life we can only assume its not really healthy.. his parents are clearly not supportive of his speed skating career. He seeks out validation and that’s why he calls himself a "try hard". I think his self hatred was caused from all the bullying and his unsupportive parents.

And with this we can better understand why Michael was so quick to connect with Tori even thought they seem so different at first. Tori didn’t quite get attached to Michael so quickly but she did have that connection from the start. Michael felt it and that’s why he stuck around for so long. I needed her. He wanted friends so badly and he took the chance and ran (skated) with it. Even thought It was hard because Tori didn’t understand. that’s why she was always pushing him away. She couldn’t grasp the fact that someone cared and showed it. She couldn’t accept the love he was giving her because we accept the love we think we deserve. Michael at some point obviously got fed up with her and was like “You don’t see me as a person at all, do you?" Since he’s been alienated his whole life. That’s when Tori realized, Michael wasn’t just there trying to “cheer her up” he was there because he needed her! Just like how she needed him. When Higgs was burning down she was only thinking about him! She thought she had lost him and it was all for nothing. She was brought back to her late January self and she was scared that she would have to deal with it again but all alone this time. She had lost everything, her school, her best friends, and herself. On the roof she eventually had enough of the pain wanted to end it all. Her seeing Charlie,Becky,Nick and Lucas was one thing but seeing michael was another. It Must have been somewhat relieving but being perceived at her most vulnerable is terrifying! when talking to Michael she was at a lost of words fearing that Michaels opinion of her had changed. But it didn’t. Michael understood her and even confessed to his own problems.

“I pause. Suddenly understanding everything. This boy. This person. How has it taken me this long to understand? He needed me as much as I needed him, because he was angry, and he has always been angry. "You wanted the school to burn."

He chuckles again and rubs his eyes. "You do know me." And he's right. I do know him. Just because someone smiles doesn't mean that they're happy."

Anyways I got carried away and I really don’t know how to finish this SORRY😭

#they just needed each other:(#I love them sm #autistic tori spring #autistic michael holden #tori spring #solitaire #michael holden #solitaire alice oseman #osemanverse #alice oseman #victoria spring #sprolden #heartstopper #tori and michael

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dreamlandcreations · 1 year

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Zablife Story Share - Chapter 6

Tommy Shelby x Solomons!Reader written for @zablife's Story Share collab

Summary: A few months ago Tommy woke up to find his wife gone, along with half his fortune. Now he is prepared to make a deal with the devil himself if he can get her back...

Warnings: not edited, a mess of tenses, re-write of yet another scene or two, almost smut but… see the tag guide for the warning

note: so so sooooo sorry this took so f****** long, I still deleted a lot of plot so I could finally post this in a hopefully coherent version 😔

∼ 2,6K words

previous part by @shelbydelrey Series Masterlist next part by @look-at-the-soul

“My name is Luca.”

The man's every word was running on repeat in Tommy’s mind ever since the short conversation. Yet another person to underestimate him.

Tommy was not the man he was a few months ago. He was lacking the patience for anything that didn't advance his cause. He had only one thing in mind. You.

When he was about to leave this pretentious asshole behind without a word, Luca was able to get his undivided attention with a simple, mocking sentence.

"I heard you lost something, Mr. Shelby."

The treacherous truth cutting deep into the open wound that you left on his heart. It was his weakness, he knew it and accepting Luca's invitation to discuss business was a rather reckless decision. Tommy knew that well, despite his emotional state, his mind never quit the speed it was always working at but he was willing to take the risk.

"What do you want?" His quiet words resonated with barely hidden anger as the drive to this bar was anything but calming.

"I want to offer you a deal. What else?" The smirk that accompanied the condescending tone was not helping his case, though Luca couldn't care less about that. "A queen for a king. It's a fair offer, don't you think?"

Luca was enjoying every moment of despair he could inflict on him by prolonging this meeting but in the end, he finally cut to the chase.

"Why would you want to help me?" Tommy asked, finishing his cigarette and getting his coat to leave and end this conversation once again.

The sneer that followed the simple answer told him more than the words themselves. "It's business."

Tommy couldn't sleep, lying awake in bed, replaying the conversation again and building a plan occupied his mind while his heart was aching anew just like the morning he lost you.

The deal was simple, 'kill another Solomons king' and get the girl. Fools, Tommy thought as the plan started to come together.

If it was all about business he wouldn’t have shot Alfie when the Jew refused to tell him how he was involved in your disappearance. It was after he received the news of your deaht that he started digging deeper.

The trail you left with the stolen jewels led him to the king of Camden Town. It was not that surprising, you knew Alfie and he was inclined to help out his people. For the right price, of course. But Tommy knew his tricks by now.

There was only a moment, when Alfie’s careless gangster mask slipped. Tommy saw it and didn’t let it go. Alfie’s usual way of handling things, namely agitating him, didn’t work this time. The taunting of daring to shoot him ended up with both of them getting a bullet. Tommy to his side and Alfie to his face. Then Tommy was not only grieving the loss of his wife but the only friend who ever truly understood him. Or so he thought.

Tommy didn't tell his family about the stolen money reappearing in their accounts again. Only Polly knew, who handled all their finances for the time being. However, the money wasn't what he wanted. He needed you. He said that to Alfie as well, when he finally visited the ‘dead man’ at his Margate Purgatory as once again the trail of evidence led him to the Jew.

“Life is so much easier to deal with when you are dead,” Alfie graoned as he took a seat.

“Well, it isn’t easy for the living, Alfie. The ones who the dead left behind.” Tommy’s remark was met with a scolding grimace.

“Now, you are being silly. If you search for the dead, Tommy, who has unfinished business with you, yeah, you could soon become one of them, right?”

Alfie reached for the gun at the ‘unfinished business’ part and he was pointing it at Tommy now, who was standing by the balcony door, not at all fazed by the threat.

“Three, two, one, bang.” A pause on his part, just a second of silence as Alfie’s scowl returned, wordlessly questioning his sanity. “No? Fine.”

“Good Lord, your fucking condition has gone worse, mate.” Alfie exclaimed as Tommy finally sat down.

“And it’s gonna get a lot worse if you don’t help me.”

“Or what, Tommy? You want to give it another try?”

Another dramatic pause. But this time Tommy’s lips twitched with a smile, a genuine one after such a long time.

“Nah.”

Leaning back, Tommy pointed at the piece of paper he placed on the desk next to ‘holy book that gives a very, very vivid desciption (of the place they’ll both end up in the afterlife). “Is she there?”

When Alfie doesn’t answer or even look at him, eyes glued to the piece of paper he picked up for several, long minutes, Tommy decides to turn the tables on the Jew and give him his own medicine, of taunting.

“You told me you could see things. Or did you lose more than an eye?”

The comment gets the result he was hoping for, or at least partially. As Alfie starts to monologue in an ever increasing voice, Tommy strains to listen not just the words but the meaning behind them.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Does it seem like I lost an eye?” He leans closer, turning his head slithglty to shift the focus on his unseeing eye.“No. Right. Well, as you know I was shot. In the face… by some cunt.” Another pause, and a meainingful glance form Alfie and a hint of a smile from Tommy, then he continues.”Yeah, right, but I still have the eyes and I can see with this eye. I’m not blind. This eye is the eye of a dead man and dead men can see through life like it was a curtain that billows with the flicker of truth upon it.”

Alfie leans back, spreading his arms over the back of the couch, stretching out like a cat

“Tell me what you see, then?”

The question only results in a dissatisfied grunt at first, then a sigh as he decides to give crumbs to the man sitting across from him, starving for information.

“It is not what I’m seeing, Tommy, it is what you still don’t see, right, that’s what matters.”

At the questioning look Alfie sighs again.

“You are here. Again, yeah, asking about your wife, yet you never ask the right questions.” Getting restless, he leans on his elbows, eyeing Tommy. “I wonder, a clever boy like you, why did you never ask why are you here, hmm?”

Before Tommy can respond Alfie is back in his previous position, reaching for a little box next to the holy book.

“Never mind now.” He takes out something and throws it to Tommy. “Here, take this. When you find her, give this to her keeper and say that ‘you can always count on family’. Important words, mate, you do well to remember them.”

Done with the conversation, Alfie says goodbye in a typical manner.

“Right, off you go now. Fuck off from here, Tommy. This is the place for the dead, so don’t come back unless you are one too.” A dramatic pause before he continued, leaning on his elbows with a hint of a familiar smirk tugging at his lips. “Or you have one of us with you.”

“Goodbye, Alfie.” says Tommy with a grateful smile.

His mind was racing with chaotic thoughts for hours but replaying that last memory lulled him into a dream where he was holding you in his arms, safe from the outside world as you were sitting by the water, the calming waves of Margate’s beach surrounding you.

A few days later, as his plan started to come into place, Tommy found himself facing none other than Charles Solomons, pointing a gun at him.

“I come in peace,” Tommy says, raising his hands in surrounder.

“No, no, no.” You come running out of a room, trying to stand between the men but your uncle pulls you back. “Don’t shoot him, he is…”

“Oh, I know who is he.” Solomons looks at him with narrowing eyes before he turns to you with a stern expression. “He’s the man who shot your brother in the head.”

The revelation suprising you for different reasons but while you froze in place, Tommy was quick to act and twist the gun from your uncle’s grip.

“What’s a bullet to the face between friends, eh?” Tommy asked triumphatly as he aimed his own gun at the furious man who still tried to hide you behind him.

“How can you joke about that?” You exclaim and free yourself and march toward your husband, hitting him in the chest a few times before he is able to trap you in against him in a half embrace.

“I make no more fun of it then your brother himself,” Tommy murmurs into your hair.

Ignoring the accusation, you look up at him with eyes full of tear and hope. “He’s alive.”

“That depends on who you ask.” He continues at your frown. “And if you ask him, it depends on his mood, so the answer can change every once in a while. Or in a couple of minutes.”

“I think you spent too much time with Alfie.” You scold him with a huff of a laugh that you try to downplay.

Tommy smiles at you then but as a thought occurs to him it turns into a grimace. “I imagine I’ll be spending even more time with him in the future.”

You can’t hold back the laugh this time, earning another smile from Tommy as he leans in for a kiss but you are both distracted by the forgotten man behind you.

Your uncle clears his throat in impatience, folding his arms and stands there in imposing silence, showing his disapproval.

Tommy throws him the gift he got from Alfie, repeating the words he was told to remember. The older man was silently considering his options before reluctantly accepting that he didn’t really have a choice.

The debate of how to proceed with the war the Italians just declared has gone on for hours but eventually it was you who convinced your uncle to listen to Tommy, listing his previous victories as he conquered his place in the world of gangsters before was more than enough evidence.

Your husband somehow convinced your uncle to let him stay in your room before you depart the next day. Your husband took your hand and asked you to lead the way as soon as the men agreed to the plan.

In the privacy of your small room, he grasped you as soon as the door closed, pushing you against the hard surface and kissing you desperately until you had to pull away to catch your breath.

“Don’t do that to me ever again!” He practically growled at you while holding your face between his hands.

You try to look away, your gaze moving down in shame but he would have it. Forcing your head up to look him in the eyes again as he wordlessly demanded your promise.

“I didn’t want to drag you into my mess.” The whisper of the admission, except of the promise only calmed him down because your tone told him that you knew it was a mistake.

“You are my wife. Your mess is my mess.” That made you smile tentatively. An unlikely confession of love like that could only sound romantic from Tommy fucking Shelby.

“I love you,” you said softly. He heard the apology and the question in it too. It was like you said you were sorry while you also asked if he still loved you after all this. Silly girl, he thought.

Tommy took your hand in his, laying it on where his heart was ‘beating just for you’ as he claimed on your wedding night, and at the same time, he guided your gaze to his by hooking his fingers under your chin. His beautiful eyes shine with tears, betraying how much you’ve hurt him and your own heart breaks again as you wish you’d just told him everything in the first place.

“Always,” he declared as he is squeezing your hand to will you to remember his vow, to understand that he will be yours, always. Just like you were his.

He kissed you then. Slow and tentative at first, gentle and almost scared before the burning passion you always felt for each other took over. Tommy pulled you closer, body flush against his, already tagging at your clothes and trailing down kisses along your neck as soon as he got rid of the coat.

Your fingers glide into his hair, drawing him impossibly closer while you moan for him but when he fists his hand at the edge of your dress, sliding it up to reveal more skin, you freeze in his arms.

For a second you are back in the hospital, then another memory flashing up in your mind. The blood. The pain, physical and emotional alike. It’s too much. You can’t.

When you return to the present, only a second or two has passed as you refocus on your surroundings, stepping away from Tommy, who sits down the bed, waiting patiently for you.

He calls your name, gentle and soothing, like he is afraid you’d run any moment. Taking your hand as you reach out to him, he pulls you closer slowly, giving you a chance to stop any time you want. His arms circle around you, head resting on your middle while you hold him close too, standing there, letting the contact bring peace to both of you.

A shuddering breath leaves him when he pulls away, looking up and giving you a faint smile before he leans back, pulling you with him as he rolls over in the bed to have you by his side. Tommy cups your face, once again guiding your gaze to his, wordlessly asking if this is alright. Your answer is to pull him down and press your lips to his, telling him everything he needs to know for now. You love him, you missed him and you do not want to be apart again.

Despite the reassuring gestures, Tommy doesn’t let you go that night. You both cling to the other, legs tangled and body as close as possible while, for the first time in months, you and your husband have a good night’s sleep.

When the sun wakes him up, Tommy doesn’t disturb your sleep. He is only watching, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he found you and now he has a chance at the life he always dreamed about in secret.

But Tommy Shelby is no fool, he has carefully planned out this game and his enemies will not realise what hit them until it’s too late.

He can do this, he can win this. For you. For the life he will have with you.

Tommy finally felt more like his old self, with the prize so close. He had everything not long ago, and he will have it all again, even if he had to fight for it once more. War is coming but he is ready.

But first, he will take you to safety. Where the dead reside. To his brother-in-law.

After these many years, Tommy knew their peculiar friendship would last for their probably not so long lifetime but to be family with that man, now that’s gonna be an enitery different ride.

Fuckin’ hell.

#tommy shelby #zablifestoryshare #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby x wife #❤️‍🩹#✨#🎗#my stuff #my fics

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moofahdrome · 4 days

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U have very good taste in ttrpgs !!

U should talk about ur fave character uve played as if u have one!

thank you thanks!!! its GOTTA be Ellen Weaver, alias Alloy, a PC I made for a Masks game that I'd love to use again! I've got a few pieces of her to share here, and I'll paste her bio below the cut :)

art by @beedokart and @paperandpencilsandskips respectively!

and some INCREDIBLE music from @maxknightley !!!

She's just. SO fun to play and explore and be cool and interesting and queer with. I really hope I can play another game where she'll fit! Plus designing her gave me sooooo much gender euphoria and I've started looking a lot more like her irl its wonderfullllll

Here's her bio if you wanna read!

Ellen Weaver is the goddaughter of the hero Stainless, an iron man-style figurehead hero for a major tech and defense company that her actual parents own. Ellen always admired Stainless and wanted to be a hero just like her, though as the eldest son (at the time) of a CEO she wasn't taken very seriously until she genuinely committed herself to the task throughout her adolescence. On her 18th birthday, a year after she came out as a girl, Stainless finally promised to take her on as an apprentice once she turned 20 as long as she constantly trained and studied, and the inheritance of Stainless Corp. was passed down to her younger brother.

One day, while Stainless was taking her on a tour of the company's weapons R&D, they observed the study(torture) of a captured alien creature resembling a long strand of silver. Sensing Ellen's deeply hidden empathy, the symbiote escaped its cage and bonded with her, becoming a living metal tattoo across her skin. This disturbed everyone greatly, but after months of testing, it seemed to not be a threat. The symbiote is sentient but not (yet) capable of human expression, but it gets along with Ellen and wants to help her. As long as it's still connected to her somehow, it can detach from her skin to be used as a weapon or tool akin to a whip, a spear, a rope, or anything it can coil into. This gave her a genuine superpower, when both she and Stainless were only using intelligence, martial training, and gadgets before.

This disturbed Stainless. She encourages or demands her apprentice to keep the symbiote dormant and unused, ostensibly because she doesn't want her protege to rely on an unpredictable power. In truth, though, alien or not, Stainless has a prejudice towards all genuine superhumans, viewing them as priding themselves above humanity and unfairly accomplishing what normal people have to work to create. Stainless was never a truly good mentor or hero, but this soured her further, and she is now much harder on Ellen, who still idolizes her.

Ellen, for her part, took the alias Alloy and officially registered herself as a hero on her twentieth birthday. The process was somewhat perturbing to her, since most heroes undergo various tests and trials to be officially licensed, but Stainless pushed her through the process without telling her and the judges just let her sit with them for a while before parading her out and celebrating her newly 'won' status. Alloy still strives to be a hero that will make her mentor and family proud, but eventually her doubts and fears will take over or she'll be pushed too far. When that day comes, she'll abandon her birthright and privilege and technology, becoming a vigilante entirely dependent on her relationship with herself, her symbiotic partner, and her friends.

#ttrpgs #masks rpg #masks a new generation #ellen weaver #my ocs #superhero oc

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

uhm yes!!! i love asks like this 🩵 thank you for asking. i’ll probably just do anime cause i haven’t watched anything else in awhile but black widow,loki and spider-man would be honorable mentions. also sorry this took sooooo long. also sorry i didn’t do 10 my brain doesn’t work the last few months.

levi ackerman- i love levi obviously. but one of my favorite things about him is the juxtaposition of his personality being that he’s incredibly kind-hearted && cares about doing what’s right while also being gruff and rude and cold. i think both sides of his personality being kind of opposite but also so truly who he is is really cool and way more interesting that a cookie cutter golden retriever hero. i also just love the way he carries himself and his overall demeanor, plus him being humanities strongest and although he’s confident in his abilities and doesn’t deny them he’s never arrogant.

megumi fushiguro- of course my top 3 boys are in this. megumi is similar to levi in the sense he has this more aloof demeanor while maintaining such a kind heart. megumi is interesting in the way he holds his values, saving people selfishly. i think he’s a bit morally grey in the sense that he makes decisions based on what he thinks is right rather than what everyone else thinks is right. but he also has this kind heart, and deeply cares for his friends.

satoru gojo- satoru is really such a complex character and people kind of see him as one note which i don’t think is true at all. satoru is the strongest, i think what immediately drew me to him is most characters in media i see like that are kind of like the opposite of his carefree/goofy personality and i found that cool to see right off the bat. he clearly cares about his students and wants what’s best for them, wanting to create a better society for them so that what happened to his best friend doesn’t happen again. that said, he’s also arrogant and cocky and doesn’t take shit. he’s very complex, i think he’s often mischaracterized because of his goofiness when i just think he has many layers and attributes and when looking at them all together he’s an extremely amazing character.

armin arlert- i’ve spoken about this before but armin is my second favorite aot character. i don’t talk about him often cause i don’t like simp for him. but from a purely character standpoint i love armin. his growth throughout the series and the way he sticks to his values throughout while also coming to be a leader is amazing to see. he was always loyal, kind, empathetic and genuinely cared about doing the right thing. plus that brain of his is fascinating.

rishe (7th time loop)- i know this is a romance anime, and it only just started but damn if i don’t wanna be her so bad. one of my favorite things about her is how absolutely badass she is while retaining her femininity. i often find that people are unable to write strong/capable female characters without making them masculine which isn’t a bad thing for woman to masculine but the implication that one is only strong because of masculinity is misogynistic. so i love rishe, she can do so much, she’s never afraid to stand up for what she believes in, and she can fight on her own yet she still likes to dress up and gets excited over jewelry and things.

zuko- idk if people consider atla anime but i love zuko and his entire arc throughout the show is probably one of my favorite arcs of any character. you could always tell from the very beginning that underneath that anger was just a kid who wanted to prove himself to his dad. i don’t think he was ever a bad person, and thank god he had iroh (honorable mention cause who tf doesn’t love iroh?) to remind him of that. but yeah, seeing his journey from villian to hero AND the journey of acceptance of himself was just amazing to me.

eren yeager- controversial probably but i think that eren was an extremely well written character from the very beginning. i won’t go into much detail for him but i think his arc from beginning to end is one of the best written arcs in fiction that i have yet to see. isayama did a great job of turning him into a villian.

other honorable mentions that i didn’t wanna write paragraphs for lol : hange, light yagami, vash, suki and sasha.

#bee talks<3

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onskepa · 7 months

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Uniltsa ch3

Hi everyone! So I have thought hard on this one. There might be a few time skips. I type as I go but hopefully you all enjoy this one!

Uniltsa series

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[first pov]

1 year.

I have arrived on pandora 1 year before the way of water plot begins. Tuk was 8 in the film. She just turned 7 a few days back. Knowing this, it doesn't help me with anything. I cant tell lo'ak or anyone for the matter that I am not from their world! They are gonna think I am crazy.

What worse...no one will believe me that neteyam will die. That boy is a good son, a good brother. Being reminded of his death every time i see him just breaks my heart. I don't know if I can prevent it.

Even worse, knowing the RDA will come back. Oh just thinking about it gets me paranoid!

Not only that, every time I try to remember my life before all of this, it gets hazy. Memories of my parents or my life was starting to fade. It scares me and I try my best to act normal but my head is wrapped in so many things I cant think straight!

Oh Eywa...if you can hear me. Hear my internal worries. Please help me. I don't know what to do.

[third pov]

Lo'ak was collecting some special nectar from the Tawtsngal flower. These past few days his dear human friend wasn't....acting right. She acts hesitant, nervous and easily scared. As if everything was new to her. But it cant be right. Uniltsa was born and raised here along side with spider.

Perhaps she is sick, maybe she has what the humans call a "fever" or a "cold" something like that. Common human sickness. So Lo'ak thinks the nectar from the Tawtsngal flower, which has healing properties, can help her.

After collecting a good amount, he began to carefully dig out the flowers he used and carry them home. Perhaps mo'at or kiri would have some use for them. Maybe make a new basket. His old one is starting to give up.

[first pov]

Tuk and kiri were taking me to the "usual" spot, that being a lovely lake surrounded by flowers and all kinds of plants. A really beautiful place.

"Nice to have a day to ourselves" kiri says as we all sat near the water. As if by muscle memory, I took a few long grass and began to weave. Guess the other me did this often. Perhaps I can make something for lo'ak. Like a arm band. Yeah, I like the idea.

"You two are always busy! hardly any time to play" tuk claims as she sits between me and kiri. I bring her closer to me, giving her some grass to weave whatever she likes.

"We have responsibilities tuktuk, and when you are old enough, soon you will be busy too" kiri says while playfully tugging one of her braids. Honestly, its really sweet to see them both like this. Nice and having a moment of peace to themselves.

"chores are boring! I rather play!" tuk replies. I sigh and pull tuk closer, "me too tuktuk, me too" agreeing with her. She giggles and continues weaving, looking at it, looks like a bracelet. I continued doing mine. I know lo'ak will like it, whatever I am making.

[first pov]

After a nice hearty lunch, I met up with lo'ak. Said he wanted to show me something. I thought of many things......but this wasnt one of them. Looking at what lo'ak crafted from this morning, I did my best....I really really did. But it was just sooooo.....!!

I ended up laughing at the top of my lungs.

"Oh please! I may not the best weaver in the whole dang clan but at least I am trying!" lo'ak ranted on. But I couldn't stop laughing, the so called 'basket' looked like a weirdly shape gourd!

"HAHAHAHA!!! oh lo'ak, I am sure tuk can do a better job that you!" I said, my back facing the grass land as I still laugh. Truly lo'ak is a comedic genius without even trying!

Taking deep breathes to calm down, I see him coming closer to me, kneeling down. "You think its funny eh?" he smirks while saying that.

Oh shit......

"NO LO'AK DONT YOU DARE!!"

Quickly I tried to scamper away but lo'ak was faster. He tackled me and playfully pull of my arms in his. "Lo'ak!! come on!! you know I speak the truth!" I argued. Didnt seem to faze him. He pulled my arms behind my back more, I can feel him grinning. "Say you are sorry then I will let go!" he said. Had to tap out.

"ok ok! Im sorry!!! im sorry!!" quickly he let go of my arms. Face meeting dirt. Great.

"see? what that so hard?" I can hear lo'ak's smugness in his voice.

Getting back up, dusting off the dirt I gave him a unimpressed look. "Cant handle a bit of constructional critic?" I asked him. Lo'ak rolls his eyes and comes closer to me. "No, I try my best and it is the best I can give" he replies.

huh.

"Alright, if it is your best, then it is your best" I say, he grabs my hand and holding his craft, we head somewhere else.

[third pov]

Was quite a long day, both lo'ak and uniltsa were spending the last hours of the day back at the lab, just enjoying each others prescence. Until something brough up in lo'aks mind. He takes out a small vial from his small pouch.

"I almost forgot. Here, I brought this for you" he says to his human friend. Uniltsa looks to see the vial in the na'vi's hand. "What is it?" she asks while gently taking the vial in her hands.

"It is nectar from Tawtsngal flower, drinking it will help you get better. It has healing properties" lo'ak replies with a hopeful smile on his face. At that, uniltsa looks up at him with confusion. "Healing? But I'm not sick or anything like that" she says, feeling a bit worried.

Lo'ak's ears flatten a bit, his smile gone, "well....these past few days you have been acting weird. Not exactly like your usual self. I know humans can get sick but I dont know how sick you were so I brought some in case.....you know".

His explanation pulled uniltsa's heart. Feeling touched of his genuine concern. "Im sorry if I worried you lo'ak, my mind lately is...just filled with things. But I am not sick, I promise you that", the human girl smiles as to reassure her friend.

While lo'ak was glad she wasnt sick, it still hasnt dimmed his worries. "Then what is wrong? What is on your mind? You know you can share with me" he insists. Anything to help her. But uniltsa smiles again, places her small hands over his. "It is something I have to figure out on my own. But I promise, I will tell you if I cant help it myself".

"pinky promise?" lo'ak asks while raising his pinky finger. Smiling wider, uniltsa wraps her pinky finger around his, "I pinky promise".

aaaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Sorry it took so long for this! Honestly, I have no idea where to go after this. I will try to figure it out. But hope you all liked this one! until next time! see ya!

Taglist: @deathislame , @mochacoffeeumai26 , @shit-i-say-shit-i-think , @tojisleftarm ,

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passionxwrites · 10 months

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Best Thing (1)

Sooooo I finally built up the courage to begin my Erik Stevens fanfiction. I know no one will probably see it right now especially with me not being that active on here (I’m definitely about to start doing that) but it’s okay because there is a start to everything. This story takes place after Erik has been redeemed and is running the Outreach Center in Oakland. I hope whoever reads this likes it!!

Noli jumped out of her sleep startled by the loud banging coming from her apartment door. "Got dammit, who the hell making all this noise?" She snatched her phone from her bedside table to check the time which read 8:30 am in big pink numbers. Begrudgingly she slid out of the bed and slipped on her house shoes and stomped to the front door.

Swinging it open she was met with the one man who had become the biggest nuisance ever since he moved in 2 years ago. "Erik what on God's green earth would have you beating on my door this early on a Saturday like you the police!" She was way past furious being that she had just finished a shift at the club three hours ago. "Delivery man left your package at my door again," and with that he dropped it at her feet and trudged off as if she was the one who woke him up early. "Don’t beat on my damn door like again," she yelled as she picked up the package and slammed the door. "Bastard!"

Flopping onto her blue suede sectional she stared at the package that was now on her coffee table in front of her. Wonder what he sent me this time. The packages had become a routine with her brother as he was always sending her some memento from whatever country he had found himself in. The last one contained an alabaster pyramid that he found walking around a bazaar in Egypt. "Tuh."

Noli's relationship with Poe had been strained ever since the death of their grandmother five years ago. Being that she was there only relative still alive besides each other it took a toll on them both. However they both grieved differently and while Noli wanted to be able to seek solace in her older brother he hopped on the first plane out of Mississippi into another country. He left her a note stating their grandmother's death was the wake up call he needed to go see the world for what it truly was, whatever that shit meant. Now while Noli also decided to move out of Mississippi she decided to stay in the states and somehow wound up all the way in California.

She had always wanted to be a celebrity hairstylist and figured going to Cali would be the best start. She ended up finding a beautiful condo in Oakland at a great high rise thanks to the money left over from her grandmother and immediately got to work. So far she hadn't done any celebrities but she was building her brand. She began working at a popular strip club called Diamond Dazzlers where she was a bottle girl/hairstylist to the dancers. The girls were always promoting her work and she was beginning to build a clientele and soon she would be able to purchase her salon and stop working in the club for good.

That always brought a smile to her face, it wasn’t that she hated working at the club because the pay was great, the managers and the owners were cool and respectful, there would be some catty arguments between the girls but nothing that was ever too serious. The lows came from the long hours and the perverted ass men that frequented the place. There was nothing worse than serving a group of men just for one of them to grope you can just because they think they can. Noli glanced at the package one last time and rolled her eyes before shuffling back into her to get some more beauty sleep. Today was her self-care day and first on that list was most definitely rest.

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I hope you all liked it and if you see it please give feedback. Part 2 coming soon

Noli (No-Lee)

#erik killmonger #killmonger fanfiction #killmonger imagine #erik stevens

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outivv · 2 years

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hii, may i req zhongli, kaeya, diluc and childe with reader or s/o who's carefree and childlike? like, they're easily amused, literally has a good sense of humour and laughs at anything

you may reduce some character but since i have a dilemma kaeya and zhongli, please let these two stay ◕ ‿ ◕ °

but, the thing is — if you feel like accepting this request then please follow these rules :

don't push yourself

don't write at 3am, get (?) sleep as many as possible

stay hydrated 💧

stay hydrated ⛲

stay hydrated 🌊

water is important for humans' body ✍

if you follow these rules then have a strawberry as a reward,

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if you don't then i have the every rights to take it back

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have a nice day/night!

Synopsis: childlike, and excited s/o

Warnings: not proofread

Game/ fandom: genshin impact

Characters: zhongli, kaeya, and Diluc

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello hello! That’s a long list of rules but I’m 90% sure I followed them all >:D! I haven’t answered a request in a while, and I do apologize it took so long to get to this one, but I really enjoyed writing this! Hope you enjoy, and stay hydrated yourself >:O!

— zhongli —

I think he enjoys your eagerness, and overall joy that you bring to his life. He really enjoys having you around, even before he realized he had feelings for you.

Zhongli doesn’t laugh often, but when he does it’s because of you. He always laughs with you, and it’s always a genuine and hearty laugh. It’s somewhat amusing how you can make the man who always seems so stone faced, let out the biggest and most genuine laugh you’ve ever heard.

He lovessss when you ask him something with genuine enthusiasm and curiosity. He gets to talk for a while (zhongli is truly someone who likes the sound of his own voice), and you get to learn something new. It’s a win-win!

He can get a little nervous with how carefree you are. Zhongli is very logical, and down to earth, so he sometimes doesn’t understand just how you can be so carefree? He admires it, but will occasionally have to be the voice of reason :’)

— Kaeya —

You both probably piss people off. Cause on one hand, you have the carefree sweetheart, and on the other you have the smug and secretly rather logical bastard.

The like… energy you both bring with you is so… astonishing???? Like kaeya by himself already brings a rather interesting vibe with him, but you two together??? The room will be rolling on the floor laughing, and having the best time hanging out with you both.

Kaeya really likes teasing you, I mean he would like teasing you regardless of your characteristics, but now??? You’re so eager, and then quickly turn bashful just by kaeya teasing you. It’s hilarious to him.

— Diluc —

Dawn winery will never be the same without you there. You really bring the kind of energy that dawn winery was missing, and Diluc can never go back to the way it was before you. You once left for a trip to sumeru to visit some friends who are currently studying at the Academia. Diluc was like a sad dog waiting for their owner to come home from work. He quite literally, cannot live without you.

You seem so interested in everything, and ask him a fair amount of questions about the wine making business. Which he thinks is nice but- OUT OF EVERYTHING YOU COUKD ASK HIM YOU ASK HIM ABOUT WINE :’)

Probably asks you to go to angels share when he has to work with him a lot. Not you also working, but you sitting at the bar, just talking with him. It really does make his shift sooooo much better. And people like kaeya or venti a little more tolerable.

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ncytiri · 4 months

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crying, shaved ice, volcano, mouse trap, droplet and cloud for valentina, venus and/or vernon!! <3 (also your oc page looks AMAZING)

OLI THANK YOU!!!!! i decided to spin the wheel and assign two emojis for all of them so the order is gonna be a little messed up but i got it 🫡 and thank you for the compliment on my oc page!!! :"0 it took me so damn long to do but im sooooo proud and happy with the final result!!

edit - oh my GOD i had this answered for so long and it was never published because it was sent to my drafts instead 😭? so i deeply apologize for the late response oli omfg...

oc emoji asks!

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for? (valentina)

god both of those honestly… she is very protective of her loved ones and is willing to do anything to keep them safe ANDDDD she is always looking for a way to save herself from the relic (but also valentina wants so badly for johnny to be saved too, she has grown attached to him :/)

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon (valentina)

once valentina started getting more uppity and well known in night city ($$$$$), she was able to help joss pay off randy’s medical bills and also helped joss re-enroll randy into school so he could graduate (also because she’s extra, she has delamain pick up and drop off all the kutcher kids at their respective schools so joss can go to work without worrying about getting them to and from school!) :’) valentina loves river’s family so much and she wants to let them live normal lives again after what happened with randy because she still has nightmares (as does river) about what she saw on that farm, so she can only imagine how bad it must be for randy ❤️‍🩹

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily? (venus)

it takes a lot to make venus cry tbh but the one thing that does make her cry is a cat, she loves cats SO much… she gets so emotional seeing cats on the street and likes to think in another life, she ran a rescue for kitties ☹️ so instead, while she was employed by arasaka, she would make a monthly donation to animal shelters around night city to help them with any surgeries or care they might need!!

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it? (venus)

she had a plushie her parents got for her before she was even born that she kept for most of her life and she took it with her EVERYWHEREEE truly one of her best friends... but when she moved out, she gave it to her grandmother for save keeping. but after her removal by arasaka, her whole family basically shunned her no matter how hard she tried to tell them otherwise, so even thinking about the small little pearlescent dragon brings back painful memories for her :(

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion? (vernon)

vernon has a very mild temper, it takes a LOTTTTT to get him mad omg so definitely a slow boil!!

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon (vernon)

vernon is a nomad because he has basically lost every family he has known (his biological one, his adoptive one, etc.). vernon was given up for adoption as a baby by a couple who were unable to give him the life he deserved, so a close friend of his mother promised to raise him as their own. his nomad family was part of a small clan, removed from the seven nations that inhabit the NUSA and were located north were modern day vegas is. he grew up happy until he was about 18 when he was off working a seasonal job at some biotechnica plant, after the season was over, he returned to find his whole clan had basically been slaughtered, only a few members remained who were also returning from their seasonal jobs. so vernon and the remaining nomads gathered what they could of their family to honor them and eventually joined the bakkers which is where his story starts at the beginning of cyberpunk!!! (damn sorry for that long ass dissertation 💀)

#i had sooooo much fun with these omg thank you again!!!!!#(i cannot believe this was hidden in drafts for nearly a month im so sorry 😭)#oc: valentina #oc: venus #oc: vernon #oc asks

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