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loki-smut-library · 3 years

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Last Updated: 13th September 2022

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MINORS DNI.

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@nerdyfandomfics

- Dine With Me

- Aurora

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Private Lesson - @nix-et-auri

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I envy anyone who has the privilege of being loved by you - @noforkingclue

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I’m Walking Here - @notyetneedcoffee

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Winning - @ohhhmyloki

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Have you been to Paris, pet? - @oh-sweet-mama *New*

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ceo chronicles - @peachyteabuck

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Love Hating You - @pinejayy

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unspoken duties - @prettybabybaby *New*

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@princess-of-riviaa

- Loki + your first time

- Loki x Reader Headcannons

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Prof!Loki x reader - @professorrw

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@poetic-fiasco

- My Name on Your Lips

- A Wall and a Hard Place

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@ofstarsandvibranium

- Precious Little Flower

- Glass Shards

Madam, A God Does Not Plead - @quicksilverownsmysoul

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@ragnarachael

- Sleeping

- A Queen’s Throne

- Make Me Yours

- Between Rounds

- face-sitting *New*

- deepthroating with loki *New*

- cock ring/strap *New*

- edging/orgasm denial *New*

- forced orgasm *New*

- roleplaying *New*

- I Need Your Friction *New*

- Make Me Yours *New*

- sub!loki *New*

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The Painter - @reindeergamesz *New*

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The Jotun & His Bride - @rustytricycle *New*

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Trickster - @rxdonmyledger

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Wake Up Calls - @sabine-leo

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Thigh High - @saiyanstars *New*

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@sassenach-on-the-rocks

- Join Me

- Sneaking In

- The Kissing Contest

- The Art of Subtle Pleasure

- The Best Laid Plans

- End The Day The Right Way

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@secret-tryst-under-the-stars

- Relax, My Dear

- Always Yours

- His One And Only

- Master Of Lies

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@sherrybaby14

- Loki’s Very Special Girl

- Merry Kinkmas

- A Low-key Good Time

- Final Hurrah

- Magic Cuffs

- What You Need

- Loki’s Very Special Girl

- Loki’s Trick

- Bang for Your Birthday

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@shiningloki

- It's Time To Wake Up

- I’m Feeling Sick (So Won’t You Take Care Of Me?)

- The Spring Season

- The Color Green

- I Am Beautiful

- Heal Me

- Magic Of The Mirror

- These Terrible Dreams

- The Rule

- Pleasing Mr. President

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@silver-tongued-bby

- Discretion

- On the Trail

- Keeper

- Devotion

- Bloodbound *New*

- Awakenings *New*

- Trouble *New*

- Only His *New*

- La Petite Mort *New*

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Imagine the reader has a crush on Loki - @sinner-as-saint

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Chains - @skydiving-without-a-parachute

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Brat - @spideyhexx

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@sserpente

- Trick or Treat

- A(n) (un)fortunate present

- A cage of golden glass

- A wise decision

- Desperate

- Pleasing You: Part 1 / Part 2

- Undying Carnality

- The Predatory Professor

- A Brazen Challenge

- The Pleasure Maid

- My Little Bird

- Raw Desire

- Sworn Enemies

- Love Goes Through The Stomach

- Lokabrúðr

- Droit du seigneur

- Relentless Relief *New*

- His every command *New*

- Mistletoes and Ice *New*

- Imagine loosing your job because of your relationship with Loki

- Imagine Loki forcing you to wear a revealing costume for Halloween

- Imagine studying Asgard and its culture

- Imagine Loki casting illusions to fulfill a sexual fantasy of yours

- Imagine catching Loki

- Imagine Tony tricking Loki into taking Viagra

- Imagine Loki catching you having a sex dream

- Imagine going shopping with Loki

- Imagine being in a meeting with the Avengers when realizing that the Loki sitting at the table with you is an illusion

- Imagine Tony taking you all on a vacation to Bora Bora

- Imagine Loki sneaking into your room at night

- Imagine Loki having taken over New York

- Imagine Being a Devoted Paganist

- Imagine Loki being so busy with the Avengers

- Imagine Loki taking you for the majority of the night after returning from a long mission

- Imagine having had a really rough day at work

- Imagine being Frigga’s chambermaid

- Imagine being in a secret relationship with Loki

- Imagine President Loki kidnapping you from your Loki

- Imagine King Loki asking you, his maid, to prepare a hot bath for him *New*

- Imagine President Loki keeping you as his pet *New*

- Imagine President Loki kidnapping you, a TVA agent, in the Void and keeping you as a pet *New*

- Imagine President Loki showing everyone who you belong to after he notices the other Variants looking at you longingly *New*

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@starscreamloki

- Dark Desires

- Stronghold

- Loki Muse

- Drabble #11

- Drabble #6

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President Loki NSFW Alphabet - @starrys-night

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What You Want - @startrekkingaroundasgard

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@stuckybarton

- Threesome *New*

- Gangbang *New*

- Breeding *New*

- Hate *New*

- Big *New*

- Face Sitting *New*

- Sex Pollen *New*

- Public *New*

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@stjarnaloki

- Partners in Lust *New*

- surrender *New*

- study hard *New*

- cherry on top *New*

- show me *New*

- Green Ribbon *New*

- Playing His Hand *New*

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Strand of Pearls - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

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Feisty little fox and the Trickster - @that-little-zebunny

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In The Shadows - @theimaginesyouneveraskedfor

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Kneel Before Your King - @thetruequeenofasgard

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@thewritingdoll

- Subservience

- locked up ‘till you’re moonlit *New*

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Risqué - @thorsthot

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@thosekidswhohuntmonsters

- Just Sex

- True Self

- Second Chances

- As Snow Falls

- The Great Perhaps

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His feast - @trash-for-seabass *New*

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my love - @umbrae-in-nive

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Loki having a breeding kink would include - @underratedcharactersimagines

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I Didn’t Even Notice - @vampy-doll *New*

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Your pathetic noises - @wannabemurdock *New*

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Sinful Black Dress - @welldonebeca

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I’ll Show You - @warren-lauren

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I’ve dug two graves for us my dear - @wheredafandomat *New*

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Mad at Me - @wint3r-h3art *New*

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@wordynerdygurl

- Birth The Stars

- Ties That Bind

- Wreck Me

- Lady In Waiting

- The Queen’s Command

- Ties That Bind

- Who’s Sorry Now?

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@writingfortheavengers

- Casual Affair: Part 1 / Part 2

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My God - @xsarcasticwriterx

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@yzssie

- Never make a deal with the god of mischief

- Head-canons for Loki being jealous

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Deactivated Blogs:

Possessive Loki

Daddy Loki

gentle dom!Loki headcanons

Collar

Taking a bath with Loki

Party In The USA

just a touch of your love

dom loki

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ink-fireplace-coffee · 2 years

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You Are Safe Here: A WIP Reintro

Genre: superhero urban sci fi but I'm not really focusing on that???

Themes: found family, introspection, friends to lovers, secret identities, enemies to lovers, reunited families, good vs evil, lgtbq+.

Aesthetics: cozy rainy days, destructed cities, top secret archives, coffees and talking, notebooks and black ink, flowers and meanings behind flowers for simbolism, lost puppies and shelters, high technology, headquarters and bases, secrets (SO many secrets), tense family dinners, waiting rooms, stealing glances at the good-looking stranger next to you.

Plot: Who helps helpers? Who save saviours? When the motivation fo the Elite Group in the S.S.D -read Special Soldiers Department- (aka super heroes) goes down considerably, de department needs to find a solution as soon as possible. And that's when Tira comes in.

A recently graduated psychologist does not think she can make an impact in anyone's life, inside or outside of her office. But then, the S. S. D calls her offering her the job of her life, possibly.

Can she create a safe space for superheroes? Everyone deserves to have one after all, right?

The Plot(tm) explained by me in a crappy way so that I can really say what this is about: basically a city where some people have powers and there are superheroes and supervillains, but we are not focusing on the whole "power" thing here. This is more like.... the other side of all the media about superpowers: destroyed cities after fights, people who have lost everything, what it really means to be a hero or a villain... It's cozy, it's sad, it's gonna get so messy because of relationships and whatnot BUT it's gonna be a safe space, because you are safe here.

Tags: #you are safe here and #wip:yash.

Taglist (ask to be added or removed!): @enchanted-lightning-aes @fiercely-raging-writer @euphoniouspandemonium @dauntless-shadow-ice-1

Character's Basic Information: (my bbys are a lot so bare with me here for a minute haha. complete introductions will be coming soon)

Tira Brawley: therapist, she/her, 25 years old.

Camrin Knox/Crimson Moon: hero, he/him, 24 years old. Tide powers and rusting objects.

Eris Hoard/Shadowmist: hero, he/him, 25 years old. Teleportation and illusion powers.

Hel Leer/ Royal Karma: heroine, she/her, 23 years old. Everything she touches turns to gold.

Azaly Xiv/ Freefall: hero, they/them, 20 years old. 0 Gravity powers.

Nix Hoard/ Violent Thorns: villain, she/her, 25 years old. Able to produce venom through skin as well as sleeping gas.

Jay Celest/ Lethal Whisper: villain, he/him, 22 years old. Voice command but only works as whispers.

Eleryn Coltan/ Plague: villain, they/them, 24 years old. Ableto cure or spread illnesses.

Lesh Alaestra/ The Creator: villain, she/her, 25 years old. Everything she can think of turns real.

Thanks for reading!

#wip reintroduction #you are safe here #wip: yash #my writing #writers of tumblr #new wip #writeblr #spilled ink

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blackbutterfliescal · 4 years

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With Eyes To Hear

A Michael Clifford One Shot

Pairing: Barista!Michael Clifford x Deaf!Reader

Word count: 3.4K

Rating: Fluff

Requested by: N/A

Content: second person POV, gender neutral reader insert, Deaf!reader (uses sign language & lip reading primarily), first date, singular mention of smoking

A/N: The Deaf community is very near and dear to my heart. I’ve been taking ASL classes for just over 2 years but I’m not Deaf/HoH. I will not claim to be a voice for this community but if you are Deaf/HoH, I welcome any thoughts you want to share with me. If you want to read a really sweet Luke fic by someone who is hearing impaired, check out Can You Hear Me? and Valentine by Frankie. 💕 Also!! big big shout-out to my bby Adri for making this pretty moodboard for me 😇😘

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This afternoon was proving to be the longest in recorded history. At least that’s what it felt like to Michael. The cafe had been dead since he got there after lunch and it was nearing closing time. He felt like he could count this shift’s customers on one hand. Rainy days were always slow, but today seemed never ending.

Michael could hear the rain falling outside the door, which Calum left propped open for one last smoke break. As he moved around the pastry case to sweep the small seating area, Michael glanced out the windows to see that any hint of daylight was gone. The street lights had flickered on outside the cafe and reflected brightly off the rain-slick pavement.

He resumed his sweeping, determined to leave on time today. He broke out of his cleaning trance at the jingle of the bell above the front door. He did his best to plaster on a smile, knowing he had less than ten minutes until close.

“Oh, sorry we’re-” He stopped short.

Heavy boots hit the floor repeatedly in an effort to knock the water off on the welcome mat. The door slammed shut behind you and, though you didn’t seem to notice him, Michael winced slightly at the sound. You shrugged the oversized rain jacket off your shoulders and hung it on the coat rack by the door.

So much for leaving on time tonight,he thought.

He made his way to the register as you approached. You gave him a small smile and wave and he couldn’t help the tired grin on his face. “Sorry,” you mouthed, eyebrows furrowed. You really wouldn’t be out for coffee so late if you weren’t desperate. And you were trying hard not to track the rain all over his clean floor.

“What can I get you?” he asked. The exhaustion was evident on his face.

“Do you have a pen and paper?” you signed.

“Ummmm…” Michael dug in the pockets of his apron quickly for the notepad and pencil he usually kept. He handed them over to you in a hurry and you let out a giggle at his frantic actions. Michael’s stomach picked up with butterflies and his face cracked into a smile at the sound. You slid the notepad back across the counter with your order and your name scrawled at the bottom. When he looked up to meet your face, you gave him a timid smile.

He read out your name as he leaned down to grab a to-go cup and started to make your coffee “I used to go to have a babysitter with the same name. They were so strict! I remember this one time….” He trailed off as he turned to the machine behind him. Michael always rambled when he got nervous. And he was always nervous around people he thought were cute. When he faced toward you again, you noticed his lips moving and waved your hand to get his attention.

“I’m deaf. I can’t hear you. But I’m pretty good at reading lips! Just face me when you talk.” You kept the polite smile on your face as his cheeks flushed red. This wasn’t new territory for you by any means and you had become an expert at navigating situations like this, unfortunately.

“Oh! I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking.” he sighed and looked at his feet.

You waved again to draw his gaze back to you. “It’s fine! Just remember to look at me when you speak.” Michael smiled at you sheepishly with a small nod. “Okay.” He wasn’t familiar with the signs you were using, but he could piece together what you needed from him.

He quickly finished the order and placed the coffee on the counter, telling you not to worry about paying for it. Besides, he’d already counted the money drawer and didn’t want to have to do it again for a single coffee. You held his gaze with a toothy grin for a few beats before pointing at the door awkwardly.

“I’m...going to go. Thank you very much! I’ll see you around,” you signed.

You pulled the raincoat on again and wrapped your hands around the warm coffee before disappearing into the rain, letting the door slam behind you.

Michael stared at the door long after you’d gone. It wasn’t until Calum came back in to do some last minute clean-up that he snapped out of it.

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That night when Michael got home, he sat in his usual spot at the computer. His phone buzzed on the table next to him, lighting up briefly to show a text from Calum.

Are you joining the game or not, man? We’re getting our asses kicked.

Michael had been at this for hours and could probably use a break to play. After a moment of thought, he shot back a quick reply.

Not tonight.I’ve got something else going on.

He sat his phone face down, causing him to miss Calum’s cheeky response, and glanced at the clock at the bottom of his computer screen. He’d been researching for hours. He decided to watch one more video before calling it a night. A yawn that stretched across his face as he clicked play on yet another video titled Deaf Culture 101.

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It had been almost a week and Michael was still hoping to see you come back into the cafe. He’d been working on signs for anything he thought might be helpful but practicing your name was his favorite. He made Calum quiz him every day when the mid-afternoon lull hit. Calum completely understood where his friend was coming from but sometimes Michael got on a soapbox about inaccessibility for hours and that always made Calum roll his eyes, regretting his decision to be helpful.

When you appeared in the cafe that morning, Calum threw a wink at Michael and watched as a nervous blush crept across his face and neck. Calum gave him a small thumbs up and made sure to stay out of his way as you got closer to the front of the line.

“Good morning!” He spelled your name out at an agonizingly slow pace. “How….are you…..today?”

A wide smile took over your face and you suddenly felt a little embarrassed that you didn’t get his name last time you came in. You quickly found the name tag pinned to his apron and let out a sigh of relief before replying politely. You did your best to use signs you thought he might recognize and give him time to register them.

It took a lot of concentration for him to remember the right signs now that you were here and you could tell that he was panicking and clearly flustered. He remembered your order and your smile reached your eyes at his thoughtfulness.

“And one of these!” you said, leaning forward to point at your favorite treat in the pastry case for clarity. When you looked up from the baked goods, you met Michael’s light eyes. He must be the sweetest thing in here, you thought while holding his gaze. Your eyes went wide with shock at your own mind, causing you to glance around the rest of the shop before realizing the two of you were holding up the line.You quickly shuffled to the cash register where Michael rang up your breakfast.

As he gathered the change in his hand, you motioned for him to keep it and he slid it into the tip jar. “Thank you!” he signed with a smile. His nervous brain got ahead of him and he couldn’t come up with the right signs before he blurted out, “I wanted to ask if you’d want to hang out this weekend? I’m available Sunday afternoon?” You smiled again, reading the question on his lips. “Sure! That sounds great! Do you want to text me and make plans?” you asked, looking around for a pen and paper to write down your cell number.

Shock and excitement ran across his features as he picked up your coffee cup from the counter. He scribbled his phone number on the cardboard protector and handed it to you. Michael always felt so awkward making small talk and a new language made him even more nervous. He genuinely couldn’t believe you had agreed to a date with him. You gave him a small wave as you pivoted toward the door, giving him another smile over your shoulder before making it outside.

Michael was stuck in the same place with a goofy grin on his face until the next customer made their way to the register. Calum clapped his hand across his friend's shoulders to pull him back to reality but he didn’t come down from cloud nine for the rest of the day.

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The two of you exchanged constant messages until Sunday rolled around. Your conversations were effortless and, most of the time, about nothing. You’d discussed every favorite you could think of, the strangest orders he’d taken each day, the interesting people you saw on your commutes, and he’d even snapped you hilariously edited candids of Calum. Poor guy had no idea his friend was turning him into a pirate or a pilot or a heavy metal rockstar.

You’d gotten a slow start to your morning as you made breakfast and sat down to watch the news until it switched to local programming around eleven o’clock. As you were getting ready for your afternoon with Michael, you realized the two of you had never decided what you were doing. He did ask you to hang out after all, so you hoped he had something in mind. When you messaged him to ask, you felt the tiniest bit guilty nixing a couple of his ideas immediately. Movies just weren’t practical since captioning devices were notoriously bad and, though a nice restaurant sounded lovely, the lighting was almost always too dim to read lips. He was throwing ideas around pretty quickly, so you thought it a little odd when he disappeared for a few minutes after a couple of rejected ideas. You knew he wouldn’t just leave you hanging, so you sat your phone down and continued your routine, deciding that if you didn’t hear from him by the time you were done, you would pitch a few plans of your own. After about ten minutes of silence, just as you picked it up to propose a place to go, your phone buzzed and lit up with Michael's name at the top of the screen.

I have a plan but it’s a surprise. I’ll send you the address but promise me you won’t look it up! Oh, and wear sunscreen 😎

You can’t help the amused smile that took over your face as you promised not to ruin his surprise. You wondered what in the world you’ve gotten yourself into but knew you’d have a good time with Michael no matter what.

After another half hour, Michael texted you that he’s ready when you are. He sent you the address and you couldn’t help trying to piece it together. You were somewhat familiar with the part of town where you were meeting, but not enough to figure out what he had planned. You let him know that you were on your way, sunscreen and sunglasses in tow.

After a short drive across town, you pulled into a fairly empty parking lot. Panic started to creep into your stomach until you spotted Michael standing outside his car at the other end, waving happily with a big grin on his face. As you parked, he came to the side of your door to help you out. He was always so sweet and thoughtful that it caused a permanent blush on your cheeks.

“Hi! How are you? I’m excited to see you again,” he signed, much improved from the last time you’d seen him. The smile on your face always seemed to accompany the warm blush when you were with Michael. “Me too!” you said as you looked around to see where he’d brought you. Your brows furrowed as you turned back to meet his gaze, “What are we doing here?” Determined to keep it a surprise, he told you that you would just have to be patient and wait.

Patience is a virtue but not one you were known to possess, so you quickly pulled the things you needed out of your car and locked it up. Michael took your hand and led you down the sidewalk. You knew you were near the banks and you could smell the water but you still were at a loss for what you were doing.

The two of you strolled hand-in-hand for a few blocks, content with the silence between you. You had only known each other for a short time, but it made you happy to see that he had so quickly become comfortable with you. He wasn’t the same nervous, rambling man you first met, though you will admit you found him charming either way. When it came to navigating the hearing world, you were almost always outside of conversations and it made you feel warm that Michael didn’t see the need for mindless jabber. He was waiting until he could properly sign with you and that meant more than you could let him know. Instead, as you made your way wherever, you both watched the sparse tourists out and about the area for the afternoon.

As you came upon a small path toward the banks, he motioned to the side to let you know that’s where you were headed. After a few more steps, you cleared the last row of buildings and saw the pier stretched out in front of you. Of course it was the pier and you couldn’t believe you didn’t realize sooner! You stopped for a second to take it in. It had been a while since you had gone to the pier because it was always a draw for visitors and you tended to avoid the large crowds. You took in the rows of carnival games and fried food stands outfitted in flashing lights before seeing a pair of tourists flying from one end to the other on a giant zipline. Your eyes went wide with shock and you shot a quick, worried glance at Michael. He began to laugh before he replied, “don’t worry - we’re just here for games and food!” He barely finished signing to reassure you before he wrapped your hand in his again and he took off, pulling you toward a pair of whack-a-mole seats.

The light crowd that afternoon meant that you could walk up to any stand without a wait to play and you were convinced Michael wanted to play every game there. When you were both beat out at whack-a-mole by the ten-year old next to you, you decided buzzer games probably weren’t your strong suit. The two of you raced between game stands in a never-ending fit of laughter. Some games had you competing against each other and the playful trash-talk amused the game attendants. Then, just as quickly as you’d started your banter, you’d find a single player game and become each other’s biggest cheerleader.

After losing at the cat rack, tin can alley, and the balloon bust, Michael wanted to try his hand at a game of chance, since clearly precision was not for him. His pace between games had slowed down considerably since you’d arrived and he was determined to win something to take home. He just hadn’t found much luck. The two of you wandered down the wooden platform with your fingers lazily entwined until you found the ring toss booth. You dropped his hand and signed excitedly to him that you’d find another game to try.

When he came very close to winning on several rings from the first bucket, Michael decided to give it a second go. The two of you tossed one red ring after another, almost making it many times but always watching them bounce off to the side. You picked up the last two rings in the bucket and handed one to Michael. His eyes met yours and you both nodded before turning back toward the game. He used his free hand to count down from three and you both sent the rings sailing through the air. You watched intently as they bounced around the bottle tops before Michael’s landed squarely around the golden glass bottle in the center.

He threw his arms up in the arm in victory as you looked at him with surprise and celebration on your face. His arms came down around your shoulders in a quick hug before the game attendant came over to help him claim a prize. Without hesitation, he turned to you and asked “Which one do you want?” You glanced up at the options and pointed out a small stuffed animal hanging right above you. As if on instinct, you hugged it to your chest when the attendant handed it over and thanked them and Michael. Smile on your face, stuffed animal in one hand, and Michael in the other hand, you couldn’t have been happier as you wandered between stalls.

The smell of something sweet caught your attention as you looked around to find the source. Michael must have read your mind because he began guiding you in the direction of the food stand without warning. To your surprise, the person inside the booth knew enough sign language to take your order without needing a pen and paper. Michael beamed from ear to ear watching your happiness as you were able to order treats for both of you. He only caught every second or third word, but he could see the elated smile on your face. Michael had needed to step in at most of the games throughout the afternoon, so you felt very excited to find someone who spoke your language.

Once you’d retrieved your treats and thanked the worker again, you began to walk back toward the parking lot leisurely. Just as you finished your snacks and were about to approach the end of the pier, you spotted a small photo booth kiosk. You grabbed Michael’s hand and tugged him off in that direction without much of a choice.The two of you piled onto the narrow seat and closed the curtain before you fed money into the machine. You selected a decorative frame with the date in the corner and the onscreen countdown began.

For the first pose, you held up the prize Michael won you with a toothy grin and he threw up a thumbs up, earning a laugh from you. You both pulled a funny face in the next pose and when it popped up on screen, you noticed that Michael had the tiniest bit of food stuck on the outside corner of his lips. You turned toward him and reached your hand up to rest on his cheek as your thumb swiped away the residue. Michael let out a small gasp as his face turned to you. The camera flash for the third picture caught you off guard and caused you to pull away as heat flushed over your cheeks. Before his confidence faltered, Michael cupped your face and brought his lips to meet yours. Your eyes fluttered closed briefly before he pulled away and looked into your eyes. You could read the hesitance in his expression until you placed a peck on his lips to tell him that it was okay. His mouth stretched into a wide smile and you felt your cheeks burn even hotter as you pulled back and glanced timidly at the stuffed animal in your lap.

Michael reached for the copies of the printed film strip at the bottom of the machine and flushed as he realized the last picture was of your kiss. He handed you a copy as he signed “cute” with a smile before opening the curtain and stepping out of the kiosk. You carried the photo strip in the same hand as your ring toss prize so you could hold Michael’s hand in the other. As you made your way back down the sidewalk to your parked cars, you leaned your head against his shoulder. He placed a sweet kiss to the top of your head with a smile, earning a contented hum from you before you fell back into silence for the next few blocks. You had known you would have a good afternoon with Michael, but it had exceeded all expectations.

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#can you tell that I hate writing dialogue???#anyway happy soft!michael tuesday #michael clifford #michael x reader #michael one shot #michael fluff #my writing

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dudeandduchess · 4 years

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Omg, the cheating prompt with Rengoku was sooooo good! And when you mentioned their baby, I snapped xD holy shit, I love me some good angst (unfortunately) xD it was so good!! Could you maybe do a part 2? I need some shocked Hashira (although I love him but angst? Help me xD )

Hello, bbys! Thank you soooooo much! Ahaha. I’m so flattered!!! I do apologize if this doesn’t have the ending that @strawberryfire17 wants, I just... I don’t like giving cheaters happy endings. Oof. Sorry!

If you guys have any more requests, please feel free to send them in. :D Also, this was written while listening to Jealous by Kaye Cal.

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Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Jealous (Part 2)(SFW Scenario):

Warnings: Angst, Sad Kyō, Language

[Read Part 1 here]

Kyōjurō felt like such an outsider.

He felt like such a phony, sitting just outside the delivery room with a calm and collected Shinazugawa leaning back against the wall across from him.

He’d known that he shouldn’t have even been there, because (Y/n) had never even invited him to join in on hers and the Wind Hashira’s newfound joy. Yet, he still allowed himself to barge in on their day... because, whether they liked it or not, that baby was still his son.

Maybe it was wrong of him to have done so but, during the past few months that they had spent apart, he had never stopped courting her. He had tried everything within his power to make her love him again, yet nothing worked.

Instead, it just drove (Y/n) even further into Shinazugawa’s arms.

And, as if that wasn’t bad enough, he felt so jealous of his comrade. Since, every Hashira meeting, he wouldn’t miss the soft smile that would grace the normally-angry man’s lips. It always came after he read a small slip of paper that he kept in his pocket, and he just knew that (Y/n)’s words of love were written down on it.

Just like she used to do for him.

He should have been the one who was in Shinazugawa’s place, but he’d thrown his chance away. He had, stupidly, chosen something temporary over a love that was meant to last a lifetime.

And, to further add insult to injury, Shinazugawa would return all of the gifts he sent to (Y/n) during the Hashira meetings. Everytime that happened, he was reminded of the day when his comrade came knocking on his door with the intention of collecting his wife’s things.

“Shinazugawa, please,” Kyōjurō had pleaded with the Wind Hashira one time. “I need her. I need (Y/n).”

Sanemi had looked at him as if he was nothing more than the dirt beneath his soles, then shook his head. “The problem is she doesn’t want you anymore. You should have thought of the fucking consequences before you fucked her over.”

“I know, I was stupid-”

At that, the other man cut him off. “I don’t want or need an explanation. What fucking gets on my nerves is that you hurt (Y/n). You’re a gods-damned idiot for doing that. And it would be a cold day in hell before I give her back to you.”

Kyōjurō had expected that answer from his comrade, yet his words still stung. And he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to get another word in, edgewise, so he settled for one last question. “Just... is she happy? How’s the baby?”

“Very. And the baby’s going to be born on the first week of December.” Sanemi sighed, then added— albeit reluctantly. As much as he didn’t want to go against (Y/n)’s wishes, he still knew that Kyōjurō had a right to see his own child. “She doesn’t want you there, but you should get to see your son’s birth.”

“Shinazugawa-sama?” A nurse asked, as she opened the door to the makeshift delivery room. “You have a healthy son.”

That announcement pierced through Kyōjurō’s chest; akin to an arrow landing a direct hit on his heart. Because, if he hadn’t messed things up, he would have been on the receiving end of those words.

He might have been the biological father of the child, but it was clear that (Y/n) had already nixed him out of her life.

If that didn’t make him burn with jealousy, he didn’t know what did.

Discreetly, Sanemi shot a look over at his fellow Hashira, before entering the room he’d had set up for (Y/n) in his house. He wanted to close the door behind him, if only to spare Rengoku the pain that seeing him with (Y/n) would make him feel, but the nurse halted the Wind Hashira in his tracks and told him that they were airing the stuffy room out.

So he had no choice but to leave the shoji open.

(Y/n) laid there on a futon, smiling warmly at the tiny bundle next to her. And the sight, no matter how hard Sanemi tried to suppress it, made him smile.

Meanwhile, Kyōjurō could only watch on from a distance as his comrade sidled up to his former wife’s side and pressed a kiss to her damp forehead.

It broke his heart even more when he saw her return Sanemi’s smile with a bright grin; the same ones that he thought were only reserved for him.

Apparently, he had thought wrong. Her smiles were no longer for him; her happiness was no longer because of him.

And her heart... it no longer beat only for him.

Sometime during their separation, Shinazugawa had steadily taken his place. He wasn’t mad— he couldn’t be, not when he knew it was of his own doing. But he would be damned if he didn’t admit to how much that hurt.

He felt like his heart was slowly being dragged out of his chest; much more painful than the night that (Y/n) had told him she was done with him. Somehow, he knew that it hurt much more at that moment, because it was evident that he could never have (Y/n) back.

She was already happy with someone else; with someone who wasn’t him.

As if that didn’t hurt enough to watch, (Y/n) lifted the blue-swaddled bundle into Sanemi’s arms— which the Wind Hashira accepted gingerly. They looked to be the picture perfect image of a family, and it made Kyōjurō resent himself for singlehandedly ruining the best thing he’d ever had.

He had fucked up, and there was no turning back from that.

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✧ · ˚ . reece king? nah, that’s just phoenix “nix” campbell. you know, they’re the twenty-five year-old musician from manchester… still doesn’t ring a bell ? come on, dude ! they’re all over ME.MIAMI’S homepage. it’s impossible for them to stay off of it because of the fact that they’re super pretentious & spacey. they’re not all bad though, ‘cause they can be intelligent & personable too ! you can totally tell they’re a libra… it’s almost scary. look, if you want to remember them, just think of clothes that always smell like weed and cigarettes, organized chaos in a bedroom, and a 3am drive with the music turned up , and you’ll be golden. ( he/him, cismale. )

hello babies !! it me lainie back from the dead now that the semester is over n i’m so excited to bring u my brand new bby boy. the intro got kind of long so at the bottom (before the connection ideas) u can find a tl;dr :’)

tws for drug use/abuse and mental illness

background

nix grew up in hardcore suburbia in manchester, england. his parents were just sort of……….basic parents? attentive and loving but with issues of their own. he inherited anxiety and depressive disorders from both of them so his childhood was rough not because his parents didn’t try to be there for him (he had a lot of issues with his dad though) but bc his mental illnesses just made it hard to be a teenager (harder than usual fdhgsjsj). it led to a lot of drug abuse when he was in high school, and he was one of those kids where he was like really smart and did exceptionally well when he went to class so his teachers and his parents got on his case about it but he just wasn’t in the state of mind for giving a shit about school.

he and his friends got up to a lot of shit even when he was not in one of his depressive episodes just bc like it was boring suburbia and they had nothing better to do than drive around smoking weed and drinking beer. on the side nix was starting to get into pills and his friends were like *eyes emoji* but they were 16/17 so they didn’t rly know what to do about it ydgfuhjsa

he spent some time in an adolescent psychiatric ward of a hospital while he was in high school bc his parents were like okay something needs to be done !! and it didn’t really help. he did graduate high school, but it literally just took getting older and learning to deal with his mental shit to stop abusing drugs eventually. which did not happen fast

at 18 he went to New York by himself to attend NYU for music but dropped out in his second year when the band he and one of his friends had gotten together started getting actual attention on two eps they’d put out. his parents weren’t THRILLED bc they wanted him to have a degree (and they’d literally helped him pay for going to another country specifically for school purposes) but they were like really excited about the success so in that regard they were Cool with it. what they weren’t Cool with was how the shows and the lifestyle were conducive to his drug habits, of which they were very much aware (from all the way back in manchester) despite his trying to hide it and lie about.

so when he was 20 the band finally dropped their debut album and it was wildly successful and nix rly grew to have a toxic relationship with the career itself and the fame that came with it. the depression and anxiety were always still there and those random episodes he’d have on top of the pressure of doing shows and wanting to connect with his fanbase was what ultimately led him to doing harder drugs than pills, and it turned into a full on addiction. they almost broke up as a band a few times, his friend he started it with threatened to kick him out once, and there were multiple instances of him tweeting or saying insane shit while he was fucked up and then having to delete it later and pretend it never happened yguhkjksa

it was when they were in the middle of writing their second album (when he was 21) that nix finally hit rock bottom and checked himself into rehab (with the help of casey). he was there for three months, got sober, and for the first time he actually stayed that way a while.

so they finished the second album, it was just as successful, and by the time he was 23 they had a rly solid fan base and some international recognition and nix was still sober and things were relatively Good. he moved to miami when casey did bc he was like ok why tf not lmao and the whole ass band came to miami to start working on their third album. i imagine he dated a bit in this time, probably had one really healthy relationship for a while, and it was probably that relationship that got destroyed when he finally relapsed at 24 during an especially bad depressive episode that coincided with a big show for a festival. it was rly obvious he was high but it didn’t cause a scene or anything, people were just like hell yeah we’re all high it’s a festival lmao yeruhw but his friends and gf afterwards were like ??? hello !!! really ???!! so that was a thing again for a good 5 or 6 months until, once again, he hit a rly scary rock bottom and had to go to rehab.

and he got clean. again. and it stuck, again. he’s currently still clean and he and his band are working on their third album again yeet

personality

so nix is like…..a sensitive soul eryguhsja like yes he’s rly sarcastic and dry and can unintentionally come off as pretentious but he’s very personable and outgoing and just rly enjoys talking to people and like?? engaging in human interaction. when his anxiety gets really bad he’ll withdraw a lot and it’ll be really obvious and the same goes for the depression. when he’s having episodes, it’s like rly clear bc he’ll be moody and irritable and start reverting to bad habits

his favorite thing in the world is writing music bc he loves expressing his emotions and he feels like he does it best that way. so it’s also like rly meaningful to him when people like his music bc it’s like validation of himself and who he is yk

pansexual king

used to sleep around a lot and had an unhealthy relationship with that too especially when he was on drugs. now he like still enjoys it but doesn’t go out looking for it usually and would in general prefer a relationship probably ?? we’ll see

his aesthetic is p much thrifty clothes, big shirts, band tees, jeans and converse, the no sleep bags under his eyes a little too skinny for comfort look, small heavy metal boy even tho his music is lowkey soft, smelling like cigarettes and weed all the time

he’s so obsessed with the idea of love and human connection and shit like that. he’s always analyzing people and relationships (even ones that aren’t his own) and the world and being pretentious xisbdjskdb but like genuinely he just has a really oddly optimistic romanticized view of humanity and the world for someone who’s dealt w so much shit

also like he can come off like i don’t give a shit what anyone thinks!!!! but he actually cares so so much about what everyone thinks and even he will admit that djsbdkwndj

tl;dr born in manchester, england, moved to the states to go to nyu for music, dropped out when his band (the dead lights) started making it big, has had drug problems most of his life, been in and out of rehab, currently clean and working on the band’s third album. pretentious and can come off as a smartass but is actually v personable and kind and is obsessed with the idea of love and tends to romanticize absolutely everything from relationships to the world to literally other people’s relationships

connection ideas

if there’s a 1975 song that fits ur muse or one of ur muse’s relationships??? lmk bc nix will write it about them/their relationship !! a lot of his songs are stories abt other people he finds interesting

his band thank u !!! guitar, keyboard, drums, backing vocals, the works. one of them would be the one who started the band w him while he was at nyu and they’d be rly close and maybe live together

the girl he was dating when he relapsed the second time in miami !! up to plotting how it ended tbh

ok like bad influences who were maybe people he was friends with when he was doing drugs?? who like lowkey try to get him back into it??

and good influences ofc of all kinds!

smoking buddies/a weed dealer

unrequited things on both ends please please please i REALLY want him to have a thing for someone in a relationship who he can’t have but wants so badly

enemies ofc bc I’m angsty!!! Maybe people who think he’s a pretentious wannabe poser try-hard

also ex friends possibly either bc they couldn’t handle him at his worst OR bc he cut them off bc like nix will do that if he doesn’t like someone’s vibe

I don’t think he does many collabs on his own albums (possibly some random singles tho???) but gimme things where he featured on other people’s music

#ritzyintros #this is a mess lads

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phoenixdaneko · 5 years

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Confrontation (Modern Witchcraft Au)

Leaving the library at 10:25 pm, after helping Hunter study for his project on Martin Luther King Jr, Phoenix smiled. Walking with him, arm linked with his, she noticed a shadow dart behind them out of the corner of her eye. She shook her head, focusing back on Hunter, watching behind them carefully. She didn't want to alert him or frighten him. That would just make everything worse.

Continuing on their walk, Phoenix reached into her pocket, only to find that her knife wasn't there, and she couldn't easily access the one strapped to her thigh.

"Nixy? You good?" She snapped out of her thoughts to find that Hunter had stopped walking, concern in his eyes, after she had become unresponsive.

"I'm fine Huntzy. We should keep moving. It's late." She smiled slightly, tugging him along. Hunter stumbled, then came back to life, walking with her, matching her slightly quickened pace.

"w-wait, Nixy! Are you sure you're ok?!" He sounded really concerned now. She nodded, dragging him along without any explanation.

They walked quickly, and were about 2 blocks from Hunter's apartment, where she was going to drop him off before heading back to campus, before she suddenly stopped.

"Get behind me." She muttered to Hunter.

"Nixy...? What's going on?" He whimpered slightly, shaking.

"Don't ask questions, just get behind me." She kept her voice carefully controlled, low and demanding. Hunter did as she asked, still shaking, confused and concerned.

"Who are you.?" She demanded to the shadow that had been following them for the last three blocks. Why did the library have to be so far away. She cursed it in her mind, but ignored it otherwise. The figure didn't respond, but moved closer, a knife glinting in their gloved hand. She recognized the symbol on the glove, and growled softly. It was a member of a gang, pissed off at her father, and they had decided to come after her.

Glancing towards the fluffy white haired male behind her, she assessed the situation she had found herself in. Of course, it was just her luck that she chose the darkest block to confront him, as the lights had gone out. Knife glinting in his hand, the male trying to attack lunged at her. She delayed her Dodge, just barely missing the knife. It glanced off her, cutting her side open. She hissed in pain, growling.

Glancing back at Hunter, she noticed his eyes glowing golden, his hair standing on edge. Prey had told her about his origins. He didn't know how to control his powers. Luckily, he was just prepared to defend himself, if her assailant came too close to him. There would be no need for him to. She dodged the knife again, dancing closer to her attacker with every strike. Her eye was swollen, her sides and arms bleeding from the slashes of the knife.

Finally, she was close enough. She grabbed his arm firmly, twisted it behind his back, and yanked hard. A sickening crack emanated from him, and he screamed, as she let go of him and let him fall to the ground. She grabbed the knife, tossing it into her jacket pocket, and limping over to Hunter. He stared at her.

"WHO WAS THAT? WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!" The questions fired out of his mouth at lightning fast speed, but she winced and shook her head.

"J-just some guy who decided to attack us. Probably trying to mug us... Let's just get back to your apartment, Alright?" Her voice was soft, her eye swelling shut. Hunter wrapped his arm around her, helping her walk to the apartment. No one was in the lobby as they walked in, which Phoenix was thankful for. She didn't want anyone to see her in this state. Hunter helped her to the elevator, and they rode up to the 5th floor. Hunter was shaking in fear, sobbing as they got to his apartment.

"P-prey! G..!" He yelled out, shaking, not wanting to grab his keys for fear of dropping her. There was the sound of running feet, the door unlocking, and Prey's worried face peered out.

"Hunter? Why didn't you just unlock the-" He stopped in the middle of his sentence, taking in the sight before him. His roommate, Hunter Cozzy, teary eyed, shaking and supporting their mutual friend, Phoenix, who was bloody and bruised, her breathing shallow. His eyes went wide as he ushered them inside, taking Nix from Hunter.

G rushed downstairs, taking in the situation in his living room. He noticed Hunter, who was shaking, and watched Prey walk past him to get bandages for the girl bleeding out on their chair. G walked over to Hunter, rubbing his back, and sitting him down on the couch as Prey returned with antiseptic, bandages and pain relief cream. He walked swiftly to the girl, crouching down and murmuring softly. She nodded, taking the towel he handed her, wrapping it around her chest after removing her shirt so he could bandage her midsection. Her eyes fluttered closed, her head leaning back against the chair, a soft hiss escaping her lips as he started to apply the antiseptic.

G shook his head, rubbing Hunter's back, as Hunter stammered and shook in his arms.

"What happened?" Prey asked both of them, though Hunter didn't seem to be in the state to answer.

"We got jumped. Dude pulled a knife on us. I shoved Hunter behind me, got slashed and punched... Managed to break the guys arm. Then we left." She muttered blearily, eyes closed. Sure, it wasn't the whole truth. But if she told them anymore, they'd end up hurt. She wasn't about to get them involved in the mafia. Instead, she opened her eyes, gazing at Prey.

"Dazai or Oda should still be awake. Mind calling them? I don't think I can get home tonight." She muttered, letting her eyes close again.

G spoke up. "I'll do it."

Phoenix merely nodded, her breathing shallow as she drifted off to sleep. Prey looked over at Hunter and G, Hunter's exhaustion catching up with him as he passed out against G's shoulder.

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@chisqki

HERES YOUR BBYS-

I hope you like them-

#phoenix(me)#witchcraft au #my works #mine #body horror #(soon to be) long post #daz #horror #friends ocs #Hunter #G #Prey

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shirtlesssammy · 5 years

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14x07: Unhuman Business

Then:

LaLaLa, this is not happening, LaLaLa

Now:

Uh, something seems to be wrong with my TV. Just Lucifer Nick blabbering on about his family and his regret for killing people that won’t help him find who killed his family.

At the bunker, Jack is not doing great, guys. Cas is attempting to heal him, but whatever is wrong with Jack is beyond his angel powers.

As the boys discuss their impossible situation, Jack falls to the floor, coughing blood and foaming at the mouth. They rush him to the hospital ASAP.

Worried Dad Dean is HIGH MAINTENANCE, but I’ll forgive his overbearing ways. Jack is in deep trouble. First, the hospital just needs some basic data, like name and date of birth, both of which the Winchesters fumble on. Jack’s a Winchester you doofs! And I guess Jack is 18. And his dad exploded. Jack then collapses and the medical staff rush him to a room, Sam, Dean, and Cas by his side.

(That framing tho)

God, my TV buzzed out again. Please stand by while I figure out WHY WE SHOULD CARE ABOUT NICK. He talks to a reporter and learns there was a cop, Frank Kellogg, who was patrolling Nick’s neighborhood the night his family died.

At the hospital, Jack’s tests results all came back negative. They’re going to have to run more tests. (Lol, I love how all of this is put in the vaguest way possible. Like not all tests are positive or negative, and what are they testing for?) The one thing they do know: His body is in complete systemic shutdown. (I read on Twitter the friendly reminder that you’re not a real hunter until you’ve died and come back again. Coolcoolcoolcoolcool.)

The brothers decide it’s time to explore other options: Rowena. Dean suggests calling her. Sam already did. (Samwitch! --my Saileen heart hates me every time I goof about this) (Natasha: SAME) The doctor walks in on the boys dressing Jack to leave. AND LET ME JUST FALL INTO A PIT OF EMOTION watching Cas put his coat on Jack.

ROWENA arrives as fast as she can (like, oof, there isn’t anything in this for her. She just showed up to help the Winchesters? Guh.) She thinks Dean is in trouble, but Sam reveals it’s really Jack, Lucifer’s son. Rowena’s out. Before she bolts though, Jack works his magic nougat ways.

Rowena breaks the bad news that without Jack’s grace, his nephilim body can’t sustain itself. Cas offers up his own grace to save him. I’M NOT CRYING, YOU’RE CRYING! As Ro is nixing that idea, Dean’s vision starts to blur and his hearing warbles in and out.

Not sure what was happening in this next Nick scene. He’s weird around a woman in an alley. She invites him back into the bar (WHY?) (Natasha: WHYYYYYYYY?) and then he secretly pulls a knife. In a brief moment of clarity, he yells at her to get away and she runs. And for the record: the giant neon S stands for Satan.

At the bunker, Overprotective Dean brings Jack a sandwich and milk. PURE. Jack is packing up and ready to hit the road, live a little before he dies. I’M NOT DYING, YOU’RE DYING.

Dean gets some serious dimples of discontent after listening to Jack but he’s not disagreeing with the boy.

Sam and Cas AND Rowena are on the research train. Cas presides over a mountain of books while Rowena and Sam call everyone they think might be able to help the poor young wee nephilim.

Dean gets the updates. The books are a bust, but Sam talked to Ketch, who has tipped them off about a shaman who might help. Dean takes all this in...maybe? In actuality, Dean wavers in and out of focus again. Oh, Dean Bean. Cas offers to tackle the shaman lead and the Winchesters can stay behind to look out for Jack. Enter Jack, with backpack, ready for adventure! Dean and Jack are heading out, to Castiel’s disapproval.

A little while later, Dean and Jack pick up some burgers and Dean tosses Baby’s keys to wee Jack. It’s driving lesson time! There’s so much wrapped up in this scene: Dean’s stunted childhood, his incredible capacity to nurture, Jack’s hero worship. MY HEART is wrapped up in this scene. They ease out on the road and Jack gains confidence quickly.

Dean turns on some tunes and BTO’s “Let it ride” sets the mood. Classic rock is such an important aspect of this show, and we didn’t realize how much we missed it as a set piece until this scene of open road driving.

(I’ll confess that I spent the first viewing of this scene ready for Jack to pass out and the car to careen dramatically off the road. I’m glad it didn’t.)

Cas heads out to find Sergei the shaman but before he goes, he talks with Sam about Dean’s reaction to Jack’s illness. “He seems to be taking this particularly hard,” Castiel observes. Sam tells him that Dean feels bad for the time he spent wishing Jack a swift and painful death at the beginning of last season.

Heartbreaking dialogue alert:

Sam: He’s lost people. We’ve all lost people but…

Cas: This feels different. Losing a son feels different.

But stow away those emotions, friends, because it’s time to go back to fun!Dad Dean. They’re eating more fast food, pulled over on the side of the road. “I’m a driver!” Jack announces gleefully. Yes, bby. Dean suggests a bar with promising hook-up potential. (Me: flashes back to Dean’s “Last night on Earth” speech with Cas back in season 4...and like, all of season 3.) Jack’s got other plans.

Nick finds Frank Kellogg, brings up the bare facts of his case, and then pushes Frank inside and holds him by the throat. Time to chat.

By a tumbling, small river, Jack gets into Dean’s deepest emotions like he’s ordering an ice cream shake at a diner. While they fish, Jack casually brings up that Dean and his father went fishing and that it was one of Dean’s happiest memories of him. Dean tries to dissemble, but Jack’s sure as a rock. (Now, there’s been some discussion about whether this was meant to refer to John or Bobby. My vote’s heavily on John. Dean loved his father, was disappointed by him, and longed for many things he could never have at the same time. Fishing with John Winchester was probably a shocking circle of calm - a pool of stillness and peace.)

Jack tells Dean that he wouldn’t miss the big, showy things in the world. Instead, he’d miss more time with Dean and the other people in his life.

Dean BARELY holds it together, a quaver in his voice as he returns, “Who’d’ve thought time with me would make you sentimental?” Dean. Bean.

Meanwhile, Cas drives his adorable blue car to meet Sergei the shaman. He’s immediately enveloped in a circle of holy fire. Thanks, buddy.

Sergei lives in a pimped out trailer, with flowers painted on the exterior and lushly colored and patterned textiles draped all over the interior. He proposes a “recharging agent” for Jack - something to shock his system and derail the degeneration. He offers Cas archangel grace (purportedly from Gabriel) and a spell to activate it. And the cost is simply that the Winchesters will owe him a favor. Sounds like a hell of a price to me.

Meanwhile Nick beats the shit out of Frank Kellogg. We learn that Nick’s neighbor saw Frank leave his house the night of the murders and the cops made him cover it up. Frank confesses that he met a man named Abraxis outside of Nick’s house and the next thing he knew, he was covered in blood. Frank was possessed by a demon which is some crazy ass shit, right? Sigh. Nick kills Frank horribly anyway, in a scene that goes on for WAY too long.

WAY the fuck too long.

In a giant breath of fresh air, we get back to the bunker, once again full of TFW 2.0 and Rowena Our Queen. They hand Jack the grace and it enters his body as Rowena chants the spell. Lights flicker. Jack’s eyes glow golden again. It’s worked!

Jack stumbles and falls again, worse than before.

Cas chews out Sergei via phone call and Sergei defends himself by saying that “science is sometimes trial and error.” It’s...awfully reminiscent of Michael’s experimentation, yes? It also reminds me of real world experimental parallels - now and throughout history. In a word: yikes.

Side note: Having once had a loved one’s body try to shut down in the ICU with no discernible cause...this episode really did hit home for me. It’s so easy in fiction to have a magical healing ability, and so much harder when there’s no explanation, no quick cure, and treatments that have your doctors crossing their fingers. I feel for all these dudes, and the doctors as well, is what I’m saying.

Anyway, Cas is pissed, and vows to smite Sergei’s ass if Jack dies.

For Vengeful Science

At Frank’s house, Nick prays to Lucifer and begs him to come back. In the blackness of the Empty, what looks like the Empty entity morphs into being and its eyes glow Lucifer-red. Well, fuck. (I’m actually excited to see the Empty again, but I am quite displeased about Lucifer.)

In the bunker, TFW mourns Jack’s rapidly failing condition. Rowena counsels them to stay by his side, for death approaches on swift wings.

Root Beer Quotes:

He’s sick, his name is Jack Kline, his father exploded.

Samuel, I thought we were beyond this.

Well, if it’s grace he needs, he can have mine.

Eyes on the road.

This is the best day ever!!!

Born with a wheel in your hand, huh?

Life isn’t all these big, amazing moments. It’s time together that matters.

Life - all of it - is a risk.

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xaphrax · 6 years

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✕ … phillipa soo … chelli lona aphra: now arriving in coruscant. she stands alone and is 28 years old according to their chart. past records show that they are known to be disloyal and guilt-ridden, so tread with caution since they are still an archaeologist from dantooine …

born in 24 bby on dantoonie, chelli was raised in a realitvely peaceful part of the planet with her mother and father. from a young age, he father’s obsession with the ancient ordu aspectu tore her family apart. while chelli was interested in her father’s studies of the jedi order, learning alongside him for a time, her mother eventually separated her father and took chelli to the outer rim to live a life without her neglectful father. at the age of seven, her homestead was raided and while chelli followed her mother’s orders to hide, her mom was left for dead on the floor for chelli to see when she escaped her hiding spot. a few years past, and she returned to her father’s home, and set his home and research ablaze, blaming his neglect for her mother’s passing

she pursued an archaeological career at university of bar’leth and received excellent marks in her classes, at the time also befriending and dating sana starros. chelli ran into problems however when she was was going for her doctorate. her new advisor, toob-nix, absolutly hated her- primarily because she antagonized him on a ‘weekly basis’. so when her project for her doctorate degree didn’t go as planned, he refused to approve her project and declared that she would never be successful. however, while doing so, he also showed aphra his secret, illegal vault of mind-controlling parasites. chelli, with the help of sana, stole these parasites and planted them on the planet that her project had failed on, allowing her to force her advisers hand or else he would be punished as well.

some years later, aprha was tracked down by darth vader who was impressed her work on refurbished clone wars-era droideka droids. he planned to recruit her into a small group of private allies. at that time, with vader’s help, aphra used a triple zero matrix on an old 3p0 droid, and also gained ownership, alongside vader, of bt1. she worked with vader for quite a bit of time, constantly concerned that she would suddenly be killed if she proved un-useful. he eventually pushed her out an airlock,believing her dead, when the emperor learned out their work together. she was however saved by triple zero, bt-1, and a wookiee, black krrsantan.

from then she worked primarily on her own, having run ins with skyealker and his crew, as well as starros from time to time. she was focused on personal profit, generally selling artifacts to the highest bidder. consequently, during this time she was betrayed and blackmailed by her former droids more than once with threat that they would tell vader of her whereabouts. so, she worked on droids at triple-zeroes command for some time.

aphra is fairly detached, and brutal most of the time, do to issues growing up. she’s generally concerned with herself, and isn’t afraid to kill if the time demands it. however, she also is guilt ridden and fairly lonely with her life.

aphra has been brought back with most of her memories in tact by the first order to help locate supplies and refurbish droids to be more useful to the order’s needs. aphra, however, has no real loyalty to the first order- and is much more interested to work for her highest bidder.

hmu if you want to plot!

#○ |※ { i’m a rogue archaeologist. you have to expect a little digging // headcannons }#coruscant.intro

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mayorwhiskerss · 6 years

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Face Shading Tut!!

This is gonna be Rambly cuz im like that but this is how ive been doing my face shading for the past few months ;0 i use ps but this also works with gimp cuz thats what i used to use!

first off load up your screenshot!! i’m using this one of my bby nix

to delete the background, i go to “select > colour range” and get rid of the green (i do 200% bc its green but if you have white you might wanna have it lower). then i do an unnecessary step of deleting that, then selecting my cutout sim AGAIN for the next step. i think it makes a difference but idk. then i go to “select > modify > contract” and contract by 1-2, then “select > refine edge” and make smoothing between 3-10, and make feather 0.01!! click ok, ctrl+i to invert, and delete!!

THEN i mess with the values. i go to “image > adjustments > brightness/contrast” and turn the contrast up a TON (about 64 for this specific image but just eyeball it!) and then do “image > adjustments > levels” and play with the levels (sometimes i use curves depending on sim). again just eyeball this but i usually up white, push black a LITTLE, and push midtones a little more >:3 i like the high contrast but really you can do whatever you like

NOW I START MY HIGHLIGHTS! for this u gotta. think about lighting, and your sim’s features. which parts would stand out more? its similar but slightly different for each sim!!

select a light part on your sims face, such as the inner eye corner, and make it lighter and less saturated in your colour select, make a new layer, and then go to town w ur highlighting! dw about checking the colour yet, i just deal with that afterwards ;)

! this only took me a minute, and it doesnt have to be perfect!! i smoosh this all around with the smudge tool and make the transitions soft and make the shapes better, then gaussian blur it a lil! after that, set the layer to soft light, make colour corrections in hue/saturation if needed, and adjust the layer opacity! in pic 4, i realised i didnt quite like the cheek highlight so i smooshed it some more ;3

for the shadows, i just do the same in opposite places! select a darker spot on the face, like just under the eyes or under the lip (not the nostrils omfg), make it darker, and sometimes SLIGHTLY less saturated. saturation is hard but its okay we can play with it later. then its the same steps! i find this one varies more for different sims! especially w cheekbones.

wrow glamorous.........make sure 2 pay attention to features a lot! nix is half taiwanese so she has less pointy features + less shadows :0) i do the exact same steps as before next, but make the layer hard light!

as u can see, i didnt get the saturation quite right but thats okay!! but do remember that you do want your shadows to be a little saturated, otherwise they’ll look dirty.

HERE’S SOME QUICK EXAMPLES OF HOW I’D SHADE SOME OTHER BBYS OF MINE!! just 2 show the differences i guess?

FINAL STEP + my fave one. just some eye shadows!! v simple. just draw some black under the eyelid, smudge it around to make it soft, maybe blur it a couple pixels, you can change this to soft light if u wanna but usually i just leave it on normal and lower the opacity a bit, and ur done!! cool moody look!! comparison time:

you dont have to do it as dramatically as i did, and it looks rly nice when you have soft shading, i just like the ~drama~ and ofc these are a lot of steps and it takes a hot minute (sometimes i even do more than this these is just my BASIC steps vygubhnj), so you can adapt and change and do whatever you want! at the very least i hope it gives u some ideas or bits to steal ;)

NOT THAT LIKE I’M EXPECTING ANYBODY TO BUT IF U TEST IT OUT FEEL FREE TO TAG ME!!! i wanna sEE

#sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 tutorial #this was great bc i just got to stare at nixs face for an hour or so and like thats a good time yfeel #tutorial #for my own archive purposes cfgbhjn #ANYWAY YEA HOPE U ENJOY #im rly extra w it vghbjnlk

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sleepy-and-pretty-blog · 6 years

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ღღღღღღღღღღ {heyheyhey your turn~~~~}

Meme: For every “ღ” I get, I will mention someone’s muse I ship/would like to ship my muse with!

I can believe you’d attack me back like this (yes i can yes i can)

Izumi: To say a name i haven’t repeated 100 times by now, how about the crackship of my laifu @devoutmarionette. what a good letting me ship my beloved izumika. I’m love you fam

Mika: Ok but… @magicgeekponsol bc of the werewolf AU. Honestly? My heart is soft to them and Im in tears over their canon interactions bc Mika is so ‘OH HE IS SUCH A GOOD PERSON AND SO COOL AND HANDSOME’ and I’m like… //kicks self

Ritsu: @pridefulandcrass ! we haven’t wrote much in tumblr but we have hc a lot and I! love! these sweet bbys. The dream is to have that good 3way with rei bc I always have to put my dirty hands all over rei. I can’t be helped. I’m awful.

Ibara: @refinedbutler. Do I ship ibara with all of nix’s muses? yes, yes i do. shut up. Anyway! This is a really good canon ship from the game, and it makes me happy to be able to show it properly in FN! They are similar and understand each other greately, and they are just… very good.

Hiyori: @agentlemagician from the ex-fine days! we have talked a bit here and there and we have some threads we want to write with hiyo spoiling mugi and wanting to take care of him~

Hound: @theshadowjjang i’ve been eyeing this guy for a while, and honestly? How could i resist him? I just like the concept of them beating the fuck out of each other but still caring about each other. And we have talked about some hc stuff that works so good i could cry

Sonico: @toneofdarkness in a platonic way! Maybe even a bit of an admiration way? we have talked a bit about their interactions and I’m v amused about her way of straight up accepting he’s an old vampire. Like, oh you need tomato juice bc it’s like your life force? Let me get some for you! She’s a good granddaughter ok?

itaru: @redxhuntress from that one brother’s conflict au… i like itaru spoiling ruby and buying her all sort of stuff when she uses her powerful puppy eyes. also them playing games together and getting super competitive about it… just them being competitive over absolutely everything is :ok_hand:

Yaguchi: … d-do i even have ships on this guy? I think i’ve talked some one-sided crush on @friendlyneighbourhoodscientist but I haven’t advanced much on it. I personally mostly enjoy the idea of him getting crushes and them failing hard and breaking his kokoro. I do have a strong attachment for him and @shishcus since they are just… such a good. and i sometimes remember that one meme with broken hearted yacchan i wrote a while ago. that was such a good.

Rintarou: @preciousfae because they are so good together. so far they have been nothing but soft and warm and they make me super happy. I just want them to be good friendos.

#fatenet meme #(( god i have so many muses and so many ships #knights-queen

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ndim-loh · 6 years

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Old bby ddy

P1... Wozani Mae nginixoxele udabalwami😥, Ngicela ningibonise bocc bami please.. Ngineminyaka engu 25,ngithandana nobhuti ona 41 sahlangana naye ngenza my last year eUJ 2015, yena enza yasebenza pluz yafunda part time UNISA, ok sathandana kwamina angitshele wahlukana kanjani ne_ex but ngimangala kuthi why amdala so anganamntwana, OK asho kuthi he wants a steady job and family before umntanami owk, ngimbone kuthi ngithole ndoda yamampela lah Hai lentanga zami bezingimoshela isikhathi, well masicala kuhlangana beka Driver Polo, but every time mangiya kubo bekuneBMW epakile in front of his room athi eyakhe sazama kuyilungisa.. OK to cut the long story short 2016 i graduated, luckily ngathola umsebenzi immediately after graduation Langenza khona my atticles OK he was happy ahlezi angi adviser about saving and all mhmm really I'm blessed so I thought 😥. OK later on 2016 ngathola kuthi ngine infection#Sti# OK ngantshontsha my mom's Medical aid card ngaya kadoctor Hai vele doctor athi ngine infection plus I'm pregnant🤰 yoooooo 😳what how.. I was so angry at myself, I mean I just started ukusebenza angika enjoy nemali yami I cried guys😭😭😭I told him he was happy xem, and I asked him about the infection kuthi is he cheating nah? Why ngine infection athi akazi maybe ngiyithole kupublic toilet and he started leaturing me ngama STI, really now dude I know kuthi yin leyo🙄.. Hai saqhuba I didn't tell my mom until I was five months bangihambisa kibo vele wasivuma isisu. Sachuba guys kumnandi but bekunento engimangazayo kuthi ngama Fridays akawabambi amaCalls ami, and uphuma late emsebenzini Futhi bese ngijwayele kuthi ngama weekends Kuba luck ngimboni I gave birth to a baby girl last year he was happy and the whole family was happy bathenga amaGift and clothes, yaz I remembered umama angibuza kuthi laba baBusy ngama Gift bazohlawula or Lobola nini, Owh I forgot to mention umamami bekanganfuni lomfana athi Mdala plus mubi akangifaneli🙄lapho mina bengindiza naye nasemsevenzini bebaba like really girl, I remember telling one of my colleagues bekahlushwa baby daddy ngithi mina owami muntu ustinch and that's the only thing azongihlupha ngayo empilweni, cheating NEVER!!! KANTI ANGIBUZANGA ELANGENI😭😭😭

P2 OK Hai siqhube vele sithandane, I sat down with umama ngamuncenga to accept and respect my boyfriend nobabami athi Ya it's my choice umama akamukele, ok mama wayehlisa umoya wamu amukela kuthi aze kithi makazobona umntana, siSpend iskathi sonke as a family, early this year I told him kuthi I'm thinking of buying a car coz nginokubuya late emsebenzini sometimes amataxi sewaphelile sekumele ngifonele mama azongilanda, coz yena bekavomplain about petrol every time mangimcela, ok athi it's a good idea OK coz I like his Polo nokuthi saqala kuhlangana ahamba ngayo our first date besihamba ngayo, ok ngaiyithenga imoto though yena bekangayi approve I didn't care coz it's my money after all I bought it. Guys let me go straight to the end ngiyaphazamiseka LA my boss is around, I really need your advise. OK unana makayenza one siye saBaptiser esontweni#Roma#but lunch sayenza kithi coz ubabami wathi they don't have aright coz abakakhiphi nix, OK last month my phone broke so bengasakwazi kufonelana, he came to my house to drop off amaPampers and I was like baby lama pampers mancane why this time uthenge size encane coz uye ohlezi athenga amaPampers and milk athi Eish it's fine I will give them to my cousin unomntwana olingana nalo but akana body azomlingana I was like which cousin and why don't I know him/her😳athi ngeke wazi the whole family, ok my phone iphukile keep that in mind ngiyeza nesphetho

P3...OK he promised to give me kuthi zongipha his tablets ngibengisebenzisa until insurance approves ifone yami entsha, ok on a Wednesday from work ebusu I'm thinking kuthi yaz I really need phone and I can't call him, so on my way from work I shot straight to his place, ok ngifike gating coz kunezinja ngiyasaba ukungena ngimemeze, hai kungaphumi muntu I then realized kuthi vele my voice is not loud enough, ngishaye I gate, owh yah I forgot to mention kuthi mangifika ngipaka iPolo ipakile ngaphandle" yakhe" so just knew nje kuthi ukhona ngishaye I gate kuphume omunye ucc uphethe umntana aze ngasegatine vele A zophuma ngi owh hi unjani ukhona UK...athi Ya ukhona bese ngidlalise unana ngithi kunana hey wena you must be my baby's cousin"thinking of the cousin I was told about# athi ucc uthini cousin uwubani Kanti wena ngithi ngiyi girlfriend kaK mamomntanakhe athi What😳

P4....Athi uyabgena lah? Bayakwazi lakhaya ngithi Ya siyeza no nana athi woza asambe ngithi siyaphi athi endlini angithi uthe uyangena Hai Nami ngilandele sisahamba kuqhamuke ulittle brother ka K amemeze ucc athi sbani bani thatha la athi akathathe umntana Yooh little brother abheke mina abheke ucc bese abaleke, yoooooo 😳what's going on here😵 haii mina ngiqale ngithi girl Eish yaz Mina ngiyasaba ukungena coz ngigqoka tight bengibuya gym athi no its fine asambe ngifuna iqiniso today hei ngilandele😭😭 boss🚶🚶🚶ngobaba Futhi masifika emnyango nanguK angibambe ngsandla athi baby woza sikhulume

P5... Hai ngihluthule ngingene ndlini ngibingelele, kukho3mama, cc nezingane, haixoshwe ingane kuthiwe ziyekamereni zithathe unana zihambe, hai aqale ucc achaze the way Bana 4yrs bazwana bekhuluma ngomshado nokuthi owami umntwana uzohlawulwa bahkale naye😳hae and dala amkhuza brothers ngecheating Yooh umama akhale athi hei mntanami mina Angazi ngithini uyaz ngiyagula wathi wena uphuma kuzobika isisu the following week kwaba ilo Maka Boy, mhmm kuthi ngimemeze aqhubeke ucc athi yena wazi ngingangeni lah coz kithi kustrict bafuna ibhlawulo, aqhubeke ucc asho kuthi yaz bengaz kuthi UK ubusy wehla enyuka ngemoto yami Kanti ungilandela icala, asho kuthi kwathi my angel mistake 😭😭

P6... Imoto engashelwa ngayo, the polo that looks exactly like mine ekacc, hai ngisukume mina sengizwe enough ngithi K it's over I'm going home, athi baby Hai cc amemeze uthi baby, UK athi asiphume siyokhuluma siphume asilandele ucc athi ngifuna ukuzwa nikhuluma ngani, hai ngicele ngiNgale ngingene motweni ngidumise ngihambe mangisahamba kanjalo mangithi kuview mirror nangu muntu gijima ngemuva yangilandela😏really

P7... Kafishane Nje zithandwa UK ukhethe mina over ugirl but angikazi kumxolela, ngicabanga lobuhlungu abuzwise lomntana bantu, 3yrs of lies😭😭ngizothini kumama I can't guys noma ngihleli naye I hate him, ngenzenjani to let this go and forgive him

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