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lil-shiro · 3 months

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Lance Lore: Florida Winter Series 2014

This post will cover Lance’s participation in the 2014 Florida Winter Series, or as I like to call it: Baby Racing Summer Winter Camp.

Which is where this picture originated from:

First things foremost, what was the Florida Winter Series?

It was a “non-championship racing series organized by the Ferrari Driver Academy in Florida”. The series used the Tatuus FA010B chassis. This car is also used in Formula Abarth and other regional championships. The car was built to Formula 3 safety regulations.

It was an educational experience for young drivers to gain familiarity and development with single seater racing. For some drivers such as Lance and Max, it was their first ever time racing single seaters as they were literally in karting before this.

Who participated?

The series had 11 fixed participants, and Lance was the youngest.

From the FDA there was Lance, Antonio Fuoco (current WEC driver for Ferrari AF Corse), and Raffaele Marciello (current WEC driver for BMW M Team WRT).

[Lance and fellow FDA participants]

Other notable names include, Max Verstappen, Nicholas Latifi, Ed Jones (WEC, IndyCar), and Tatiana Calderón (WEC, IndyCar).

[The Palm Beach Drivers’ Photo]

Will Buxton’s Reporting

Will Buxton, who if you don’t know is a British motorsport journalist and presenter for F1, was invited to participate for a weekend of the series. He documented his experience on his blog and there was also an NBC mini series. You can read/watch the whole thing online, I’ll just be focusing on Lance for this post.

[Pre Race Warm Up]

From his blog, it’s easy to tell that he quickly became friends with Lance, his garage mate, over the weekend. He documents his first impression of Lance as followed.

Lance Stroll. My garage mate. And on first impressions of him being late for every meeting, playing with his phone, goofing around, I presumed was going to be a cocky karting graduate nightmare. How wrong first impressions can be. A genuinely lovely guy, still so young at 15 and blisteringly quick. Supportive of his boys in the garage, a smart brain… and ever so confident. Confident to the point that if you don’t know him, you’d think he was being arrogant. Just as I had, before I really knew him.

Will realized how behind he was compared to the others, after FP1 he was 8.485s off the leading session time. He writes,

After each session, Lance would sit with me briefly and ask how my session had gone and advise on where I could find some time. After FP1 he handed me a tip that served me impeccably.

“Have you got a tinted visor?”

“Absolutely,” I said.

“Use it, man. The glare out there is so bad, you’ll tidy right up with it.”

And so I did.

I sat with Mario as he overlayed Lance’s lap with mine to give me an idea of how much later I could be braking, and even how I could change my style of braking. I was hitting the brakes early and with about three quarters of the pressure of Lance, pressing on them and then coming off almost completely in a square shape.

[Will and Lance discussing]

During Will’s second run of the first quali session for the race weekend, there was a red flag because Lance had crashed into the barrier. He wrote the following:

Lance was going over his crash, and we all sat down and watched the GoPro footage. He’d turned in just a touch early for Turn 8, a slight lift and then full throttle. The early apex had drawn him out to the edge of the track too soon and his front left had touched the grass moments before the kerbing started. On the slippery green stuff, and at that speed, he was a passenger for the five metres or so before the tyre barrier. The hit was recorded at 5.2G.

“You OK?” I asked.

“Yeah. My knee hurts a bit but I’m OK. I’m just pissed off because if I’d got the turn in right I reckon I could take it flat.”

This was another moment where I realized how much I liked Lance. A big shunt, and he was already thinking about taking the corner faster next time out.

Although during the break between quali’s, they managed to fix Lance’s car. After Will completed his first ever race (he came last and got lapped twice), Nuno Pinto (prema driving coach/manager and Lance’s coach to this day) told Will he did a good job, but was “almost too courteous to the other drivers.”

Which Lance replied: “Yeah man,” laughs Lance. “You’re way too nice. You could have held the other guys up so I could have had a run at them!”

Other Facts/Media

Over the course of the month, Lance podiumed twice (both times with Nicky)!

[Palm Beach R2 Podium]

[Homestead R3 Podium]

He also achieved 1 pole position. Bonus fun fact: Will beat Nicky in one race (due to a DNF). Now for some more pictures!

[Car check and rebuild, Lance removing the air filter to clean it]

[Other pictures of Lance]

[Lance and Antonio Fuoco]

[FWS Class of 2014]

[Bonus: Will congratulating + Interviewing Lance after his first F1 Podium]

Links/further media Will's blog NBC Mini series (spot the boys!) Homestead Race recap FWS 2014 - Highlight Video Florida Winter Series - Funniest moments Will Interviews Lance after Baku 2017

Note I know this was long, but thank you for reading! I've been meaning to write this up for a while now <3

#I finally did it #lance when he was a silly goober #feel free to ask questions etc I'll try my best to answer #lance stroll #f1 lore #2014 #him being more occupied with how he could've driven over his knee hurting makes me sob #how could you possibly think he never wanted this...

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applesaucesims · 3 months

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Kenneth knew exactly what he wanted to do with his life and he wasted no time getting there. While his mother had used her younger days playing the piano in the background of gatherings and bars, he wanted to do more than that. His life was meant for the stage, too, but he dreamt bigger, of playing his instrument as part of a group.

So, Ken wrote up a an advertisement piece which he posted all around town, his family's phone number attached for anyone interested to call. He was in the middle of posting his ads in the local library, when a young girl around his age suddenly popped around the corner. She introduced herself as Tatiana, or Tia, and was keen to join the band.

Of course, Kenneth was excited to already have somebody interested, and as soon as Tia gave him a preview of her singing prowess, he had strong faith that his dream was really coming true.

It was not long until they had formed a proper little jazz band of four. With Ken at the piano and Tia at the microphone, there now were also drummer Leon and trumpeter Quinn. Luckily, the four of them got along splendidly, which could only be a sign for great success.

The group had already found a quite fancy local pub that was regularly hosting all kinds of performers. They secured themselves a spot for a gig, with the promise that, if it was to be successful, they might even become a regular act.

[TRANSCRIPT]

Kenneth: *whistles*

???: "A band, eh? Sounds like right crack! Need a vocalist?"

Kenneth: "Oh, there's actually nobody but me, so far. You interested?"

???: "Sure am! As long as you're serious about this, too."

Kenneth: "Well, of course! There's nothing I'm more serious about."

???: "Great! I'm Tatiana, by the way, but you can call me Tia."

Kenneth: "Kenneth, or just Ken. Nice to meet you, Tia!"

#ts4 decades challenge #ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 legacy #1930s #kenneth jones #tatiana ventura #quinn jiang #leon piper #she's everything he's just ken

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mosneakers · 18 days

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On his walk to the car, Mackenzie's interest shifts to dread as he awaits their scheduled arrival. His anticipation is quickly laid to rest when a thick, black cloud of smoke, billowing and twisting like a writhing serpent coalesces from the corner of his periphery.

As the smoke dissipates, revealed are three ominous figures, unfolding like a tricky hand of cards: Tatiana's vampire henchmen, including Kat Cave, Markus Crow, and their formidable leader, Miss Hell.

Miss Hell: The lucky winner isn’t heading home without claiming his prize now, is he?

Her voice is low and menacing, causing Mackenzie’s skin to crawl. He puts on his best pokerface and approaches the vampire gang, feigning confidence.

Mackenzie: Ah, Miss Hell… And… friends. I see you’ve finally made it. I was wondering when you were going to… pop up. Are you ready to talk business?

Miss Hell’s eyes narrow.

Miss Hell: That all depends on you. Whether or not you held up your end of the deal.

Markus: [Chuckle laced with disdain] You’re a weird little freak, you know that?

Miss Hell: Now Markus, we’re not here to judge, this is a transaction that we agreed upon. [Grin]

Kat: So what’s the deal, punk? Are the votes taken care of or what?

Mackenzie grimaces guiltily, double-checking his phone to ensure the information he's about to provide is accurate.

Mackenzie: Yes. I’ve utilized my connections and skills using the position I'm in, and the votes obtained from deceased and missing persons have successfully been secured for Salas. Markus: So you pulled some strings? Mackenzie: ...I pulled some strings.

Kat: And you’re sure she’ll win?

Mackenzie: Absolutely. Unless Smith is also pulling something illegal, Salas will win by a landslide.

Miss Hell: [Sinister grin] Good, good…There’s no chance Tatiana knows we're involved with this, right?

Mackenzie: of course not! She can’t know, about any of this! I’d be fired instantly. She's definitely dead set on winning the race fair and square. And... I couldn’t bear to imagine what Sandra would think of me if she found out.

Kat: [Snickers] ...Pathetic.

Mackenzie: [Sheepishly] Uh...speaking of Sandra... The other end of the bargain...

Miss Hell: Yeah yeah. The daughter is all yours. Markus grins at Mackenzie, and shakes his head in disgust.

Mackenzie: A-are you sure about this? I can’t imagine how you’d ever arrange something like that. I mean she's married to Landgraab, and—

Miss Hell: We talked about this, Romeo. You have your ways of playing the game and I have mine. Trust me, soon Sandra Salas will be in your arms, just like you wanted. Now why don’t you go pick out a suit and let us play, alrighty?

As the sun begins to peak over the mountains, Mackenzie nods and strides away down the cobblestone path. The vampire henchmen's eyes follow him until he vanishes from view. Then, with a sinister smile from Miss Hell, Markus and Kat receive the signal they've been waiting for.

Miss Hell: Light him up.

Moments later, a blaze rages at the end of the cobblestone street, enveloping the screams of what once was Mackenzie Vespertine.

#ts4 #ts4 story #sims 4 #the sims 4 #MD4season10 #MD4 #Sandra Landgraab #Mackenzie Vespertine #vampires #GIF #Miss Hell #Markus Crow #Kat Cave #Mature Themes #violence #read with care

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dearshelby · 1 year

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Persona non grata | T.S

Summary: After many years alone, Tommy believed he had found the love of his life. Unfortunately, during a business trip to America, a ghost from his wife's past proves him otherwise.

A/N: A Tommy x widow fic was on my head for so long but I was never able to write it until now. There are some parts the reader mentions they're american, it might be true or not 👀 You can believe whatever suits you best. Also, I'd like to thank my darling @zablife for suggesting this plot I had so much fun writing!

Tommy tried to swallow the bitter feeling on his throat and pathetically failed. Waiting for Mary Smith in his hotel room in New York, he had to keep himself from crying. He wanted to be angry but wasn't able to, he never was, was this why he was always alone? Because he let women fool him, because he always underestimated them?

The first one was an undercover agent, so beautiful and soft-spoken, everything a man fresh out of the battlefield would ever want. Grace Burgess stuck a knife so deep into his heart she almost made him forget about the great war.

Polly told him she truly had fallen in love with him, so when she asked him to run away to New York with her, he accepted it, he was so blind and lonely that he wanted nothing more than to drown in the mystery Grace was.

However, once they settled in America, the unknown parts of her personality were dragged to light. It wasn't just uniform, they were substantially different, as much as it broke his heart to admit it, the uniform people wear tell a lot about who they truly are.

Despite the initial infatuation being gone, Tommy kept trying to make things work, he got a job and lived like a civilian for a while. As the months went by, going home to Grace's arms became tiring, he didn't want her, he wanted the rich girl who had a child alone and had to work as a barmaid to survive, but that woman didn't exist.

Leaving Grace and going back to Small Heath was one of the most humiliating things Tommy ever went through, his family (mainly Polly) constantly mocked him and the neighbors whispered behind his back.

Eventually, he moved on, deciding to focus on business. He was lonely again but it was alright for him, at least that way he wasn't hurt, soon the idea of marriage and children left his head, these sort of things would never be proffered to men like him anyway.

Years went by and stubborn as he was, Tommy kept trying, he wouldn't admit he hated to be alone all the time. He had May Carleton, Tatiana Petrovna, Jessie Eden and Lizzie Stark. He wished May, Lizzie or even Jessie had made his heart beat stronger, but they never did.

After eight years hopping from place to place, Tommy accepted he was unlovable. He couldn't stop working and women couldn't deal with it, he didn't blame them for it. After all, he had lost so many, he had no parents, no wife or long term partner, no children and somehow he managed to lose John and Polly too.

In the year of 1930, Tommy spent New Year's alone as an old, lonely, chainsmoker and alcoholic man at the corner of the Garrison. Whiskey ran in his veins and smoke stained his lungs, killing him faster than he imagined, not that he cared for that, as far as he was concerned he was dead already.

The pub was empty and dark, not many people spent New Year's alone. So when a tiny voice approached him, he was surprised.

"Can I sit here?"

Tommy looked up to a woman in a black dress, modest make-up and a ring hanging from her necklace. He quickly assumed she was a widow.

"You're not scared of me?" he asked.

"Should I be?"

"Do you know who I am?"

"Well, I just moved from United States so no," she shrugged off, "I just want someone to watch the fireworks with,"

Heavily sighing, Tommy kicked off a chair for her to sit down. He had no idea that from now on he wouldn't be lonely anymore.

At first, he was bothered by her presence, every glance and word was hesitant, they watched the fireworks and made small talk.

He thought she was looking for sexual relief after losing her husband, but she wasn't, they spent the night drinking together and she didn't flirt with him for one second at least. That made him intrigued, people usually don't get close to him without hidden intentions.

He knew he shouldn't and like every other relationship, it would probably fail, but he couldn't resist seeing her again, he needed to know why she came at him.

Shamelessly, Tommy asked her on a date which she hesitantly accepted, at the end of it she kissed his cheek and went inside, not giving any chance or implying she wanted to romance him. It was news to him, a woman trying to befriend him, he didn't even think of himself capable of this matter.

As months went by, her and Tommy became close, mainly because of her insistence on visiting his house with homemade biscuits, going to the cinema or walking to the stables.

When he told her he was an MP, she wasn't impressed, just like when he told her he was a businessman and a soldier. She didn't seem to care for the only things people got close to him for.

In the slow process of one year and eight months, Tommy fell for her. He married her and had a child with her, insisting on naming their daughter Lucy because it meant light, after so long in the dark, he finally found light.

Right now, waiting in his hotel room, he wasn't doing this only for himself, but for Lucy too.

Three knocks on the door were followed by a young woman entering the room, "Mr. Shelby? You've received my letter?"

"Mary Smith? Please sit down," Tommy ordered.

"Mr. Shelby, I-"

"You've made a serious accusation against my wife,"

"It's not an accusation, Henry Smith was my brother! She killed him!"

"Can you prove that, Mrs. Smith?" Tommy gulped.

"No, I don't know how the bitch made it, but my brother was a healthy man, he wouldn't have a heart attack out of the sudden,"

Tommy gritted his teeth hearing his wife being called a bitch. At the same time, insecurity weighed on his chest.

"If this stupid accusation is true, why would you tell me?" he asked.

"I know you had a child together, I don't know what this woman is capable of,"

"I see, you can go now," Tommy nodded, "but Mary, if I do a research and find out you're lying you'll find the same destiny as your brother,"

After Mary left, Tommy held his head in his hands, tearing up and fighting the knot in his throat. His dear Y/N, a murderer, his beloved wife, a murderer, the mother of his child, a murderer.

Surely, he was a murderer too, but it wasn't the same, hypocrisy or not, Tommy feared for Lucy's safety, he wouldn't let Y/N near her. To make matters worse, the phone rang loudly, he picked up and heard his wife's voice,

"Tommy? Baby?" she greeted, "Baby, can you hear me?"

"Yes, I can hear you,"

"Your voice is raspy, are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine, love," he hid the angst, "I miss you,"

"I miss you too, when you're coming home?"

"I have some things to finish first,"

"I see, call me before you catch the flight, so I'll know you're safe,"

"I will,"

"Uhm, are you busy?"

"Yeah,"

"You're acting strange, baby, did something happen?" she worried, usually Tommy asked many questions and kept her tuned with the deals he made.

"No, nothing happened, I just-" he sighed, "Y/N, I have to hang up now,"

"Okay," she muttered, "I love you,"

"I know," Tommy said before putting the phone down.

Mixed feelings clouded his mind, he wished he never got Mary's letter, he wished his wife was the woman she presented herself as and he wished to still be unaware of her past.

Standing up to pour himself a whiskey glass, Tommy felt no regrets in no longer being sober, he didn't care much for the matter now that he had research to do.

—

As the driver parked the car in front of the Arrow House, Tommy had no desire to get off of it, facing reality would hurt and so would carry on with his plan. His heart was broken, but he wouldn't risk Lucy's safety.

Entering the house, he heard high heels coming at him, Y/N carried Lucy and greeted him with a big smile. She wrapped one arm around him, watching out to not disturb their asleep daughter.

"I missed you so much," she whispered in his ear, "you didn't call,"

"I forgot," he took the baby from her arms, "but I'm here now,"

"Tsk, I suppose," she scoffed, "but you made me worried, baby,"

"Why don't you tell Frances to serve some tea and light up the fireplace, eh?" he dismissed.

Without answering, she left the room, for the first time since they met, Tommy noticed how cold her eyes were.

Heavily sighing, he rubbed his tired ones, there was ten of fifteen minutes before she was out of his life forever. Kissing Lucy's forehead, he gave her to the babysitter before heading to his office.

Y/N was looking through the window when he entered the place, two hot cups of tea were placed on his desk and some of the decorations were out of place, meaning someone had gone through his belongings.

She turned to him with a tiny smile, pulling the chair for him to sit down before taking the other seat in front of him.

Being face-to-face with her, Tommy glanced at her neck. She once wore a ring hanging on a thin gold chain, but as a sign of respect to both him and her deceased husband, she removed the small diamond stone from the ring to turn it into a discreet necklace.

"How was America?" she suddenly asked, blowing on her cup of tea.

"Nice, made me wonder why you moved out of it,"

She arched her eyebrows in surprise, usually he called the United States, especially New York, a loud nation with savage people, only truly enjoying the natural views of isolated places.

"What changed your mind about my homeland?"

"I realized," he shrugged off, "perhaps I was the old fashioned one, there's too many positive points for you to just turn your back on," he pointed out.

"You know after my husband's death I couldn't stand staying at home,"

"There's fucking fifty states, love, why move so far?"

"Aren't you glad I did?" she put her cup down a bit too harshly, "We wouldn't have met if I didn't,"

"Oh, I am," he nodded, "just find it weird,"

"Why?"

"You never really mentioned your husband, nothing more than the surname he gave ya,"

"...you're my husband," she hissed.

"The other one, the one you killed,"

"What?! Baby, what are you talking about?!" her eyes widened.

"I know, Y/N," he mumbled.

"Whatever they told you is not true," she teared up.

"No one told me anything, I have proof,"

"What proof? I could never do that, you know me, I'm your wife!" she gripped on the edge of his desk.

"Mary Smith wrote me a letter and I've done my research," he spoke, "you killed him for money I assume, then you moved to England and found me,"

Listening to his explanation, her desperate features turned into a blank face. She clenched her jaw and argued, "It's different with you, baby,"

Tommy scoffed in disbelief and she continued, "It's true, I killed my husband but I love you,"

His only reaction was a gulp, he knew outing her wouldn't be easy. However, it was hard to forget the life they built together and not to fall for her lies.

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because it's true," she emotionlessly replied, "we're married, we have a child, all because I came at you,"

"And I always wondered why would you, now I know," he drawled, "dark knows dark,"

"So let it be dark," she reached for his hand across the desk, "I love you, Thomas,"

Checking his pocket watch, Tommy sighed, "I love you too,"

Suddenly, the police blasted through the office's doors. Y/N stood up, but quickly gave up resisting, a cop grabbed and handcuffed her. During the operation, her eyes never left his.

Tommy followed after as she was taken away, not a single tear ran down her face while he had to blink his away. Before they crossed the front door, she turned to him and finished,

"Tommy?"

"Hm?"

"When I get out of jail," she hesitated, "I'll take my child away from England and I'll be a widow twice,"

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#tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders imagine

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brightwoods · 1 year

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Does anyone else feel like almost all of the conflicts that had to do with the various character dynamics in Chain of Thorns didn’t actually get resolved, they just unexplainably ceased to exist after two books of building them up because CC didn’t feel like writing them anymore and she didn’t know how to resolve it naturally after how she’d built the issues up so much?

Like how none of the characters but Cordelia and Thomas had any clue about the Alastair and Charles situation and then suddenly in CoT it was like who doesn’t know? Of course Matthew knew and didn’t say anything before and then randomly brought it up to Cordelia in Paris while assuming she knew too

Or how Alastair and Thomas went from how things were at the end of CoI with Alastair thinking it could never work because Thomas’s friends hate him to oh look everyone suddenly is friends with Alastair with no grudge with no development of that in this book at all, just an abrupt shift

Especially the Alastair and Matthew dynamic where Matthew hated Alastair and wanted him to have nothing to do with any of their friends and he spent CoI ranting about him to Cordelia. And then suddenly in CoT it’s like of course Matthew is supportive of Thomas and Alastair and oh look Matthew and Alastair are suddenly not just tolerating each other for Thomas’s sake but friends despite barely interacting and no development actually showing and never getting any mention of the other in their own POVs, just having Cordelia be like Alastair stop being dumb, you’re literally friends with him now

Or like everyone other than Christopher and Grace where it was like oh we don’t like her for how she’s treated us and her friends straight to anyway she’s one of us. Like yes Grace was useful and yes Tatiana manipulated her whole life, but none of that was why anyone changed their minds or opinions? It was just suddenly the flip of a switch when it was convenient for CC

Or Anna and Ariadne where it didn’t so much develop as Anna just acted mean to Ariadne on and off throughout the series and at the end of CoI she wanted nothing to do with a relationship and then in CoT she was just suddenly like sure I guess I do. Also, slightly different note, but I did not like that Anna barely interacted with anyone else for the entire book and she was just off in the corner being an irrelevant romantic subplot for almost all of the book except when she showed up to barely even be shown in the background being sad about her brother being dead

(Although Anna still got more of a reaction than everyone else and his death was poorly executed all around in the sense of how did you write this so predictably and poorly that no one even knows when he died and it’s so background and 99% of the characters don’t care at all and we don’t see his parents finding out or much of Thomas’s reaction or anything and it’s just as if he wasn’t a character anymore 2 seconds later which is a different genre of issue with CoT but similar problem in the sense that both issues made the book feel a lot more emotionless to read)

And how the issues of Thomas and Alastair being together as two men and Anna and Ariadne being together as two women in this time and the issues of what would happen if the fact that Charles and Alastair were gay got out to the entire Clave just disappeared and never got addressed at all. We know how the ClVe reacted to Alec Lightwood YEARS later. We know society was homophobic at the time TLH is set and that it seems like shadowhunter society was a lot less open-minded than mundanes a century later

I understand that Charles being blackmailed and making shitty decisions was annoying but it was like suddenly everyone finding out wouldn’t have consequences and all the other queer men characters were like how could you possibly be worried about this :/ as if they haven’t spent the whole series knowing they have to be careful about who they tell. And then suddenly it was just of course it’s totally fine and safe to have everyone find out and why wouldn’t you be fine with that. And it was really written in a way that had other queer characters like oh Charles is such a coward for not being ready to publicly tell a bunch of homophobic people his sexuality and it just wasn’t it??? And super weird after Thomas was terrified of telling even Anna and Matthew for years. And also, I did not care for the fact that when Charles did go risk getting outed to finally do the right thing, we didn’t even get to see it through any character’s perspective or how that important meeting went, we just got one line of dialogue from somebody else saying that it happened with no details at all. And I can’t think of other examples right now but there were quite a few moments like that where we got one line saying that something had happened that was important to the plot and to characters’ development that seemed like it would have been more interesting than some of what we did get to see where it was just totally breezed over and way too easy and totally background to less important stuff

And then there was the whole no one reacting to Ariadne and Anna dancing together publicly thing was like yeah that’s nice I guess but not realistic and it doesn’t go with the way things have been presented up to that point, it also just feels like a situation where CC was like well this would be easier for me so there just won’t be consequences and then they can easily end up happily together

And then there was the whole Thomas and Alastair thinking they couldn’t realistically be together thing and knowing they couldn’t get married or be known to be together by anyone they’re not close to and then at the end it’s still not really addressed how they’re going to be together? Like there was the laziest write off of the family tree being wrong and then we still are just left to assume that eventually they move in together and suddenly it’s not a problem and everyone’s fine with it? And then I also feel like we don’t actually know if everyone found out about Alastair and Charles’ sexualities after the blackmail or if people are going to assume about Thomas and Alastair or if that’ll cause issues or if no one knows outside of who they’ve told and they have to be careful or what. Which like wouldn’t necessarily need to be addressed if it wasn’t for the logistics of being together as two men in that time being part of the obstacle that they were struggling with being in their way and then it felt like it was totally forgotten to even be one at the end by CC

Idk like I’d love to think they just lived in a world where homophobia didn’t exist but it felt like homophobia was a plot point when CC wanted it to be an inconvenience and then suddenly disappeared just to make her writing easier the moment she didn’t want it there anymore instead of actually addressing the plots she raised with it if that makes sense?

And sorry, I really did not mean to go on a rant this long. And maybe everyone else had a very different reading experience than I did and other people don’t agree with some or all of this. I personally am just very confused about how the book was almost 800 pages long and it felt like so much of the development in it was us abruptly being told that development had happened rather than actually getting to see it and how so many of the issues were abruptly solved in an I don’t want to write this issue anymore kind of way rather than anything actually needing to be worked at outside of the Belial situation

Edit: You know what, I mentioned it in my tags but I feel like it’s annoying enough to put in the body of the post and make it even longer. What the fuck was with everyone outing or potentially outing everyone else just so that characters could openly talk about the queer characters and tell them to do what they want them to? Why did Matthew out his brother multiple times? Like yes, the people he said it to coincidentally already knew, but he didn’t know that. And why was Thomas outing Alastair? The straights got to keep their secrets as long as they wanted and fix their problems more naturally. Why did I have to sit through queer characters constantly having their sexualities and romantic histories to everyone else when they clearly had not okayed it? Why were the queer characters doing so much of the outing? Why were people who cared about them and knew what it felt like to be afraid of the wrong person finding out just broadcasting their sexualities to make it easier for CC to breeze past development to have their things get resolved fast? Why did no character have an issue with it at all?

#As a queer person the whole using homophobia against her characters as plot just to pretend homophobia doesn’t exist and call her characters #cowards for worrying about it as soon as she’s decided writing it doesn’t serve her plot agenda anymore really icks me right out #Like yeah I’d love homophobia to not exist but girl what are you doing that’s so gross to go about it that way #ALSO everyone outing or potentially outing everyone else to other characters to make it easier to get the queer characters to do what she #wanted them to was a HORRIBLE vibe. Why is Matthew outing his brother? Why is Thomas outing Alastair? Why is everyone telling everyone else #people’s sexualities as if it’s nothing and everyone has a right to know when that character clearly did not feel that way #And it’s so out of nowhere every time too #Hot take: Charles protecting Alastair’s privacy instead of outing him was more valid than anything any of the other queer characters said #about Charles or Alastair’s sexualities even if I hate Charles and his going along with the blackmail was bullshit #Also now that I’ve written all of this down and 99% of what I wrote about in here has to do with the canon queer characters that’s not #a great look either that she did breeze over some of the stuff with the other characters for sure but she was way more likely to skip depth #and development with the queer characters in CoT #CC said no slow burn gradual changes in this book… there’s only room for abrupt 180s and Cordelia running 🏃‍♀️#Sorry if this has weird typos and other mistakes in it. I typed on my phone and didn’t check for autocorrect nonsense and I’m too lazy to #reread this all rn at my current brainpower level #CoT #Chain of Thorns spoilers #Chain of Thorns #The Last Hours #The Shadowhunter Chronicles #Cassandra Clare #My Posts

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blushdrunksa · 6 months

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"...i'm sorry, i'm just not interested. i also have a boyfriend." tatiana looked up and her eyes widened the moment she sees the guy from around the corner. he owned the tattoo shop. god, he was perfect. she rushed over and linked her arm with his, "baby! i thought you were going to meet me earlier than this. i was just telling daniel here, that you owned the tattoo shop around the corner from me."

she gave felix a look, almost pleading with her eyes to go along with this. "see, i told you i have a boyfriend. sorry." she slipped her free hand into her back pocket. the guy narrowed his gaze at both of them and tati bit into her lip, hoping he'd just turn around and leave. when he did, she released a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. "thank you for that. he was very, very persistent." / @ofginjxints

#ofginjxints #( con ) tatiana campos.#( thread ) tatiana & felix.#( verse ) the shop around the corner.

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The 1997 Anastasia movie, while most likely being most people’s introduction to the Romanov Family and their history, was incredibly inaccurate.

Here are some of those inaccuracies

In the first opening moments, of the film we see the Dowager Empress Marie Feodorovna boarding the carriage to go to the ball. The footman greets her as Your Highness. In fact, the Dowager Empress addressed as Your Imperial Highness (there was a huge difference as Princess and Princesses were only entitled Your Highness.)

The Romanov Tercentennial was in fact 1913, not 1916.

In 1916, as the movie claims, Anastasia is 8. In fact, Anastasia was born in 1901, making her actually 15 at the time of the ball.

When we see Anastasia greet her grandmother at the ball, Marie Feodorovna wears a wedding ring on her left hand. In Russian Orthodoxy, the wedding band is worn on the right hand.

When the ‘evil’ Rasputin party-crashes the ball, Nicholas tells him he is a traitor. In the time Rasputin spent with the family, there was never any evidence that he betrayed them. He offered them his support, albeit for questionable reasons, but was only sent away for a short time by the Tsar under pressure from his ministers.

The raid of the Winter Palace occurred well into 1917, not 1916 as portrayed in the film. By this time, Nicholas had already abdicated (March of 1917) and they were imprisoned first at the Alexander Palace, then in the Governor’s mansion in Tobolsk, before being moved to the Ipatiev House in 1918, where they were ultimately murdered. The murder of the imperial family did not happen until two years after the ball in the film.

When Anastasia runs back to her room to retrieve her music box, we see the room to be rather “royal-looking” with a single large bed in the corner. Anastasia shared a room with her older sister Marie for all of their childhood, and their beds were in fact camp-beds; hard and not as luxurious as other royalty’s of the time.

Ten Years Later, 1926, Anya leaves the orphanage for a job at the fish market. When Anastasia reaches the fork in the road, the sign says Saint Petersburg. During the Great War, St. Petersburg was renamed Petrograd, a less German-sounding name. After communist leader Vladimir Lenin died in 1924, it became Leningrad, when it did not become Saint Petersburg again until 1991. Throughout the film this inaccuracy is repeated, most significantly in the song Rumor in Saint Petersburg. One would think even the peasants would be accustomed to a new name of their city after 10-15 years.

When Anastasia reaches the train station, the station guard wears the red cap with the Soviet crest. This crest wasn’t used in fact until the 1930s. It was only 1926.

A number of times, the peasants and Dmitri call her The Princess. In Russia, this would have been a great offense to her title, as Anastasia had always been, a Grand Duchess. The title Princess ranks significantly under Grand Duchess

Anya, is in fact a Russian nickname for Anna, not Anastasia. Anya was the name of her mother’s lady-in-waiting and close friend Anna Vyrubova. Anastasia’s nickname was Nastya, Nastia or shvibzik “imp”.

In 1926, the Catherine Palace was being used as a museum and its park area was open to the public, not quite as run down as in the film.

It wasn’t also the Imperial Family’s home, as suggested; they preferred the comfort and privacy of the Alexander Palace at Tsarskoe Selo, a little while outside the city.

When Olga, Tatiana and Marie come down to dance with their sister during the song, they all look to be around the same height. In truth, Anastasia was much shorter than her sisters. Tatiana was the tallest in the family, standing at around 5’9

The same mistake was made with Nicholas. When he and Alexandra come out of the portrait, he looks to be much taller than Alix; he, like his daughter, was actually rather short, only about 5’6, and stood around the same height as his wife.

When Bartok watches Vlad, Anastasia and Dmitri leave the ball room, he says All the Romanovs are dead. This simply wasn’t true. In 1919, around 30 Romanovs managed to escape via various methods, including the Dowager Empress Marie Feodorovna.

On the boat to France, Rasputin attempts to force Anya to jump off the side of the ship. She dreams she sees her father, sisters and brother playing in water. Nicholas calls her “Sunshine”, which was actually the nickname of her little brother, Alexei.

In this same dream, Alexei jumps from the top of the cliff down into the water. It was well-known that Alexei had a severe type 2 case of hemophilia, and there was no way Nicholas nor any of the sisters would have allowed him to make such a dangerous leap.

When the gang are journeying to Paris, they hope to meet the Dowager Empress. In 1926, Marie was actually living in Denmark, after the death of her beloved sister, Queen Alexandra of England the year before.

When Anastasia meets Sophie, she is asked how she likes her tea. Anastasia tells her she doesn’t like tea. But there have been many anecdotes of the real Anastasia drinking tea in the mornings and afternoons with her sisters and parents. (This of course may have changed as she aged).

When Dimitri refers to Anya and the Dowager Empress as ‘your grace’ this title is also incorrect. “Your Grace” was commonly used only amongst non-royal dukes and duchesses, and archbishops of the United kingdom.

When Vladimir announces ‘we have found the heir to the Russian throne’, this is completely innacurate. Even as the closest surviving member to the last Tsar, Anastasia would, sadly, have no right to the throne. There were around 30 dynastic members of the family surviving in 1926, and many available males. In Imperial Russia, the line of succession was strictly male-primogeniture; the eldest son would inherit the throne. In 1926, by law, this male would be the Grand Duke Cyril Vladimirovich.

The Dowager Empress could not have possibly had the means to offer a 10 million ruble reward for the return of her granddaughter. The Romanov fortune had all but disappeared and she largely relied on the charity of the English and Danish Royal Family.

The biggest inaccuracy, however, was that Anastasia survived. She, along with the rest of her family, were murdered by the Bolsheviks in 1918

#russian history #tsarist russia #anastasia romanov #anastasia 1997 #film history #historical inaccuracies

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“There used to be offices. Actual fucking offices, doors, windows, generic black and white landscape photography in a black frame because they wanted to be a little edgy, architect-school-wannabes,” Nina announced at the water cooler, which had been moved out of what was nominally the kitchen-slash-lounge, so that it was less appealing to stand around and chat. They weren’t allowed to bring in their own water bottles however, because their bathroom breaks were strictly regulated and a full Stanley on even 50% renal function equaled more time away from their screens than they were allocated. The water cooler had tiny paper cones to drink out of and if you didn’t swallow the whole thing right away, the paper would start to turn into mush in your hand. It wasn’t compostable though, because collecting compost would take time out of someone’s schedule that didn’t generate income.

“Really?” Alina said, keeping her voice lower than Nina’s. Nina was a veteran, relatively speaking, having survived the layoffs in ’18,’19, and ’22 and she wore Grimace purple Converse to the office on casual Fridays. Alina was approaching the end of her 90-day probation and needed to keep the job for the benefits more than anything else. The pay wasn’t great but there was vision and dental.

“Yeah, that was before all this cubicle shit,” Nina said. “If you don’t believe me, ask Gen. She remembers—”

“They said it would build morale. We’d all be interacting and sparking ideas or some nonsense like that. Like they want us to have ideas,” Gen offered. She was a bit more circumspect than Nina, which wasn’t saying all that much. She’d been assigned to show Alina the ropes the first week and fortunately, they were becoming friends. Well, work-friends. “They also took out all the vending machines except the one on the 24th floor.”

“The one with the ancient turkey sandwiches?” Alina said.

“Doesn’t ever need to be restocked, does it?” Nina said.

“We’re all just drones now,” Gen said. “Look what they did to David—”

“He was lucky he didn’t get fired for finding that loophole,” Nina said. Gen could get ranty about David, whom she’d had a crush on for like a year and who barely spoke to her, even though everyone could tell he was interested. “It’s worse what happened to Alex. That’s an absolute fucking nightmare.”

“What happened to him?” Alina asked. She’d seen Alex around, a tall, impassive dark-haired man with a close-cropped beard in the standard corporate uniform—charcoal or navy pants, button-down, no tie, cross-body nylon satchel—though she’d thought if he ever smiled, he’d probably be quite the looker. Not that he’d ever look at her, just one step up from a temp.

“You know he basically built the place from the ground up, but I guess he was over-leveraged, there’s some rumor about his mother being in a crazy expensive assisted living with like a private nurse, but he doesn’t talk about her. After the takeover, he couldn’t afford to leave or he wouldn’t, there’s no real agreement on that part, and anyway, they took his top floor corner office and stuck him on 11. He’s got a door but no windows, can’t even keep a goddamn aspidistra alive in there,” Nina said.

“Shit, there’s tattle-tail Tatiana and she’d coming over,” Gen muttered, then plastered a broad and clearly fake smile on her face, ducking her chin slightly to make her pony-tail bounce. “Hi, Tatiana!”

“Your reports ready to be filed?” Tatiana, the ostensible division supervisor, said. She looked lacquered, like she’d been manicured head-to-toe and left under the UV drying lamp a little too long. She didn’t smile but made some kind of smile-adjacent expression that showed her teeth. She must have the high dental plan because she clearly had caps.

“Just about,” Nina said. “Talk to you later, Alina—”

“After work,” Tatiana said. Nina nodded, then winked at Alina when Tatiana turned to squint across the floor at the cubicle Matt sat in, his blond head towering over the felted-composite wall.

“Yes, I was just going,” Alina said, though Tatiana had lost interest and had pivoted, obviously intending to walk over to Matt and find some reason to interrupt him. He’d play up his Norwegian, acting like he didn’t understand her, when Alina knew he was completely fluent in English, but he’d figured out it was the easiest way to get Tatiana to move along without getting saddled with additional work.

“Alina, maybe you can do me a solid? I left a folder on 11,” Nina said. “Can you run it down for me before you finish your break—”

“Break’s only 10 minutes. You better hurry,” Tatiana said.

“Of course, not a problem. Teamwork makes the dreamwork, right?” Alina replied as cheerful as a cartoon princess slogging it out in the forest with gnomes or dwarves or a nosey bunch of rodents, aware it was Day 84 and that she needed Tatiana to sign off on her or at least not have a reason to dump her. She was also aware that Nina had no folder, but that there was an office supply closet with the folders they used on their floor and that it was right next to the only office on 11. The office that evidently belonged to Alex, former CEO, now cooped up with a withering aspidistra. He could maybe use a cup of what passed for coffee in what passed for a general collegial friendliness, if you discounted that they worked in a cold steel skyscraper engaged in the soulless corporate grind.

For @iamstartraveller776 who suggested Evil Universe Trope "no coffee-shops, bakeries, florists...only cold steel skyscrapers in the soulless corporate grind" and with thanks to Severance for making it mainstream :)

#darklina #evil universe AU #soulless corporate grind AU #you can also watch Severance #alina starkov #aleksander morozova #nina zenik #genya safin #david kostyk #baghra morozova #sort of pre-darkling but that's the real heart of it #ficlet #modern AU

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raynnawrites · 2 years

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Comfort

Warnings: +21

Synopsis: Erik needs some help after a tough breakup.

“Erik, what the fuck?” You asked him as he opened his apartment’s door, seeing how unkept and rough he looked now. A man who took care of himself better than most, now looked almost homeless.

His locs were matted and his beard was patchy and long. His eyes were red and sunken, as well. Erik looked like a completely different person, which was completely new to you.

He remained quiet as he silently allowed you to come inside his apartment. It was messy, but not completely dirty. Bottles of whiskeys and vodkas were overflowing his kitchen’s trash can and empty beer cans were scattered over his marble counters. Erik wasn’t one to drink beer.

Shoes and small pieces of clothing were also scattered around. Even his favorite hoodie was dirty and wrinkled on a chair. You looked behind you to face the sad man. Slowly walking back to him, you saw his head lift and sad eyes face you.

“Erik… what happened to you?” You asked, worried and reaching to grab his hand. Erik took a step back and shook his head.

“Nothing. It’s cool.” He obviously lied. Tears were beginning to run down his cheeks, making your own begin to blur your vision. Erik was obviously depressed. Just like he had been when he returned from Wakanda two years back.

“Hell nah it ain’t “cool”. Erik, what the fuck happened? What got you like this?” You asked again, only this time, you got a hold on his wrist. He looked away from you. His shoulders shook slightly.

With his wrist still in your hand, you forced him to look at you. You faced a crying Erik. You couldn’t help but to shed your own tears. You wanted to cry along with him. But your best friend needed you. Clearing your throat, you wiped your own tears away and held his hand.

“Erik, it’s okay if you don’t wanna tell me. But we cleanin’ up. This ain’t you. Come on, I’ll get some bags, you get the beer cans.” You told him, walking with him towards the kitchen. He walked to his counters and sighed, sniffling and wiping his eyes with the sleeves on his stained hoodie. Opening a new trash bag, you heard his sniffles.

You walked next to him.

“Come on, E. You got it, we’ve done this shit before. Remember the parties we used to have? The cleaning up part? It’s just like that…” you tried to tell him. He simply nodded and began to slowly pick up the cans and put them into the trash bag. Once you made sure he could do it on his own, you began to clean up the bottles on the floor.

When you went to close the bag, Erik was suddenly next to you.

“Let me…” he whispered in a groggy, raspy voice. You nodded and gave him the bag. As he took out the bags, you were quick to gather the dirty clothes and put them in the washer.

You grabbed your phone and began to book appointments.

When Erik came back inside, he noticed you drying the counter. He walked over to you, slowly.

“Go and shower or we gon’ be late.” You told him, seeing him look at you again.

“I booked you two appointments, hair and nails. Get in the shower. Or do you want me to go in and shower you?”

Erik only shook his head and did as told.

Now in your car with a clean Erik, you noticed he still had red eyes and that sad look on his face. You might have to take it slow, but you were going to find out who did this.

You arrived at the hair salon and got greeted by an old friend of yours.

“What’s good, babygirl!”

“Tatiana! Girl, this is your domain. Save his hair.” You spoke as she took a good look at Erik’s matted hair. She scoffed, “I’ve seen worse. Get on the chair.”

It took Tatiana and her team 4 hours to completely detoxify, wash, cut and retwist Erik’s locs. But she managed to save his hair. A barber had also taken care of Erik’s beard, as well as his eyebrows. He looked brand new.

“Holy shit… T, he looks hot again!” You praised as you marveled at Erik’s hair and beard. You could see the smallest smile tugging the corners of his mouth.

“Thank you, thank you,” she smiled, and you continued to smile and praise her work.

“You’re a fucking goddess. I just sent you the money and your tip.” You spoke as you grabbed Erik’s wrist and began to walk out.

Once in your car, driving to his nail appointment, you noticed he kept checking his hair on your mirror.

“How do you feel? You like it?” You asked, trying not to keep looking at him. He kept checking himself out.

“Yeah… I feel better…” he replied, making your heart leap. As you arrived at the nail salon, you went ahead and took a seat next to Erik. You were both getting manicures and pedicures. You left 2 hours later, you admired your new set of acrylics. His nails got filed, cleaned and a clear coat of acrylic as well.

Getting back into his apartment, he noticed everything was cleaner than before. The smell of mint and other oils filled his nostrils. The floor was shining, it was spotless.

“Did you do this..?” He asked you, pointing to his floors. You smirked and nodded.

“I got a lil’ team of housekeepers to help clean up. Everything is spotless and everything is back in its place so no, they weren’t some ghetto team, they were professionals.” You replied happily as he walked to his living room.

He did feel better. Erik felt like new, like if a massive weight was taken off of his shoulders. He could breathe again. He could only stare at you and his apartment, speechless.

You sat next to him, watching him take in his makeover.

“Y/N,” he suddenly began, “thank you… I-” he whispered, feeling his eyes begin to sting. Tears began to run down his cheeks again. Only this time, you wiped them away.

“Any time. But don’t cry… you gon’ get puffy again.” You cooed, seeing him chuckle.

“You asked me what happened… I… I broke up with her…” he finally admitted as he sighed. Your eyes widened. “What?! Erik, somethin’ else besides breaking up happened. You never get depressed over breakups. Never!”

Erik took a deep breath.

“I opened myself up to her. I let my guard down, thinkin’ she loved me like I tried to love her. She just laughed and left. I was a fucking idiot to think that I could just open myself up like that…” he explained as you grabbed his hand.

Rage and frustration filled your chest as Erik continued to tell you about his experience.

“What in the actual fuck?! And you didn’t say anything?! Erik!” You almost yelled as he nodded. “I know. Like I said… I was stupid.” He replied, his voice becoming thick.

“What? No! No, no you weren’t stupid. But she’s a whack-ass hoe for doin’ that to you! I saw how you treated her and she just ignored you and left you like that?! Hell nah!”

Erik only gently squeezed your hand. Wiping his eyes, simply gave your hand another squeeze.

“Forget about her, Y/N… she’s gone. Fuck it.” He told you.

“No! Erik, she treated you like shit and you want me to just let that go?”

“Yes. I just wanna forget her.”

You stayed quiet as Erik only held your hand and looked out his living room’s window. You raised a brow, moving closer to him.

“Maybe I could help…” you offered, voice low.

Erik turned to look at you and gave a sad smile. “I think you’ve been the only one to actually care and help me.”, he spoke, making eye contact now. You smiled.

Grabbing his face, you pressed your lips against his. Erik widened his eyes, surprised, but didn’t pull away. After his initial shock had worn out, he returned the kiss, deepening it.

He grabbed your waist and helped you get on his lap with both of your legs wrapped around him. His arms kept you close to his body. One of your hands on his chest and the other cupping his cheek.

When you pulled away, you were both left panting messes, wrapped in each other. Erik only smirked, “damn.”

You chuckled and began to dismount him. Erik knit his brows and looked at you, confused. With a smirk, you knelt in front of him and pulled at his waistband. “Want me to undress you too?”

Smirking, he nodded and watched as you unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his half hard length out. Kissing the tip, you felt Erik’s legs jump. “Don’t worry, you won’t be able to think about her after I’m done with you…” you teased as you saw him widen his legs and his eyes.

“Be my guest, babygirl… lemme see what that mouth do.” He purred, rubbing your scalp. A mischievous grin spread across your face.

Reaching down to your pocket, you pulled out your scrunchie and put your curls in a bun. Erik only smirked with anticipation as you got back to work.

“Ah shit.”

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A/N: Writers block is a bitch, isn’t it?🥲

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hahahax30 · 1 year

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A Son Dressed in White

@ the anon who pushed me to write this. I'm also going to post this on ao3 but it's almost 2am here in Spain and I'm tired. So I'll do that tomorrow

Cecily and Gabriel find out Christopher is dead. A fic

Cecily Lightwood hadn't been to any trials in her life; neither before her life embodied her shadowhunting heritage, nor after she'd taken runes to her skin, forever sealing her fate. She found she was rather glad about that fact, for trials were very, very, very boring.

Her older brother Will stood on a dais with as somber an expression as she had ever seen him don. Left and right and before him and behind him were shadowhunters gazing intently at Will, yet he was only looking at one person: Maurice Bridgestock.

"Did you confabulate with Belial, your father-in-law?" the Inquisitor spat.

"When was a madman elected Inquisitor?" Cecily's husband wondered through gritted teeth.

Cecily squeezed his knee to let him know she agreed with him: this was ridiculous. Inquisitor Bridgestock was ridiculous.

The Mortal Sword lay balanced on Will's outstretched hands. Under its Raziel-born influence, he would be compelled to tell nothing but the truth. "I never confabulated with Belial," Will said.

"So you never cooperated with him to let Leviathan ravage the London Institute?" the Inquisitor pressed.

"By the Angel, my brother helped fight off Leviathan," Cecily protested. Her voice came out higher than it should have, which made little Alexander squirm on her lap. She could've left him in the care of his favorite maid, but after Tatiana Blackthorn had kidnapped him, she wasn't ready to leave her youngest out of her sight.

"Mummy?" Alex asked.

"Nothing. It's nothing, Alex bach."

Cecily turned her attention back to Will.

"I never cooperated with Belial."

"Are you saying that–"

Whatever it was that Inquisitor Bridgestock had wanted to say got cut off by a dozen shadowhunters swarming into the meeting room. Gabriel stood up promptly, and so did his brother –Gideon– and her wife and daughter. Soon everyone was standing up, thus blinding Cecily, still on her seat due to Alexander, to the new arrivals.

"Gabriel," she called out "Who is there?"

"Martin Wentworth," her husband said, a hand on her shoulder "Thoby Baybrook. I think I see Charles, too. He's talking to the Inquisitor– no, he's pushing Bridgestock away. It was about time he stopped being Bridgestock's lapdog, I say."

"What else can you see?" before Gabriel could reply, Cecily gently ushered Alexander down from her lap, took one of his tiny hands –from the corner of her eye she saw Gabriel taking the other one immediately thereafter– and stood up.

Charles had indeed seemed to push Inquisitor Bridgestock: Maurice was on the floor with a half-disgusted Flora Bridgestock fretting at his side. The petty part of Cecily, which had shrunken with age but not entirely been driven to extinction, wished he would break a knee or a rib or whichever other bone would keep him confined to a bed in the Silent City. Inquisitor Bridgestock ought to pay for having questioned her family's goodness.

In any case, the Inquisitor was on the floor, but Charles was nowhere near him. Instead, Cecily found him making a beeline towards her, Alexander and Gabriel.

"Order! Order!" Charles thundered as he elbowed people out of the way "Let there be order!" he reached Cecily's side "Gabriel. Cecily. May we talk?"

Cecily exchanged puzzled looks with her husband. This close, Charles had a certain panic to himself. His skin had a ghastly undertone to it; he clearly hadn't brushed his hair in over a day.

"What is the matter?"

Later on, Cecily would remember her husband's voice as impossibly faraway. Odd, she knew, for he'd been standing next to her. Always. He hadn't detached himself from her side.

Charles led them through a narrow corridor into a small room whose entrance was guarded by Piers Wentworth and Catherine Townsend. The young shadowhunters nodded once before scrambling off Raziel knew where. As did Charles. "I'm sorry," he murmured right before striding back to the ocean of shadowhunters they'd left.

Those two words reached Cecily's ears, but she didn't register them until much later. Until she found herself inside the small room and had contemplated the corpse of her son and understood she'd lost him forever.

Time halted to a stop.

Christopher lay on a bier. A white cloth covered his whole body but for his neck and face. An equally-white blindfold rested over his eyes.

Cecily began shaking. As if from afar, always as if from afar, she heard and felt herself emitting a low, guttural sound. She had to fight to keep on her feet. Cecily Lightwood couldn't break apart like every piece of her body was screaming at her to do: she had to go to her baby.

Her son's brown hair had lost its smoothness. It had become dry and brittle –just like his skin had grown cold and inhumanly pale. Cecily put her hands at either side of Christopher's face and massaged his temples. "My love," she murmured, frantically; her voice didn't sound like it belonged to her "My love, my baby, wake up. We'll fetch a Silent Brother. Jem, we'll get Jem to you," she turned to Gabriel "Ask for Brother Zachariah."

Gabriel looked at a loss of words. He'd frozen before the bier little Christopher lay on; his eyes were fixed on a particular spot. Cecily knew it to be Kit's chest.

Her hands shaking, she pressed a palm to her son's left pectoral. Cecily knew how this went.

When Anna and Christopher and Alexander and even Gabriel slept, she always felt compelled to stare at their chests. She needed to make sure they rose and fell steadily, for Cecily had lived in a family in which Death had ripped her older sister away in the blink of an eye. Ella had been asleep when she died, and Cecily had grown paranoid that those who were the most dear to her would also die in her sleep. That's why she needed to check that her children's lungs still worked, that their hearts still beat.

"They always breathe. Their hearts always beat," she told herself. She repeated those two sentences as a mantra as she first posed her hand lightly against Kit's chest and then pushed with a bruising force against that spot where his heart out to be.

Christopher's chest didn't rise; it didn't fall either. Cecily couldn't feel his heart beating.

"No," she whispered. Then, louder "NO."

She screamed her throat raw. She screamed so much, with so much pain and devastation and fury and sorrow and loss that Gabriel shook out of his stupor and finally went to her. Alexander began crying.

Gabriel's arms wrapped around her back. Her husband sat up on the floor and drew her to himself. He rocked them back and forth as Cecily sobbed loudly against the crook of his neck. Her tears were soon in communion with his own. Gabriel was shaking, and though he wasn't making the noise that Cecily was making, his pain was palpable, acute, there.

Tatiana. Tatiana is responsible for this, Cecily thought. That madwoman had taken Barbara from Gideon and Sophie, she'd captured Alexander, and now she'd murdered Christopher.

Cecily gripped Gabriel's arms. She took a deep breath. Two. Three. A small body crashed against her: Alexander. Through her tears, he looked like a black-haired Christopher when he was only three. It only made Cecily break down further.

Oh, the riches she would give to have her baby Christopher back with her. Now she could never see one of his experiments succeeding and the whole of the Clave praising him. Now she could never collect him late at night from the Fairchild's house. Now she could never see him at the breakfast table while he talked about elements and mechanisms and all those things Cecily didn't understand. Now she could never kiss him goodnight or chastise him from ruining yet another piece of furniture or wonder at how beautiful his lavender eyes were.

Now she could never see her son smile again, for Christopher Lightwood was gone forever.

"Cecy?"

Someone had opened the door, and now Will and Tessa, Gideon and Sophie, Henry and Charlotte were streaming into the room. Cecily heard one of them draw in a sharp breath.

"Who is that?" Henry asked. Of course, the bier was too high for him to see Christopher correctly.

Cecily didn't know how she did it, but she stood up, left Alexander with his father and faced the rest of her family. "It's Christopher," her words were directed at Henry, yet she was looking straight at Gideon "Tatiana will pay for this."

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shamelesscloudbeliever · 10 days

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Birds of Prey Part One

The purpose built transporter drove unnoticed up to the corners of Wentworth and Kensington Streets in the heart of London’s financial services center. The tinted windows hid the identity of the occupants, who did not look like the sort of people one normally saw behind the steering wheel of such a behemoth of a vehicle.

The four women, all in their early to mid thirties, sat in the cabin of the transporter making final preparations for an audacious crime which they were about to carry out. Sylvia Trench, a vivacious red head and leader of the gang addressed her accomplices in a cut glass English accent” ladies you know what we have to do, we go in all guns blazing, anyone tries to be a hero put a fucking bullet into the centre of their heads. Sylvia looked at Fatima Blush, a dazzling brunette and an ex Mossad agent in her late thirties, “ Fatima when we enter the bank put two into the heads of each of the four security guards, that will terrify everyone else into doing exactly as we tell them”. Fatima smiled and replied “it’ll be my pleasure Sylvia, they’ll be dead before they hit the ground”. Sylvia continued “ Fiona , Tatiana , remember just as we’ve rehearsed, we completely disable their entire security system, audio, visual and sensory. That will give us 30 minutes to get what we came for, which is not what the cops will think, and by the time the cavalry arrive we’ll be long gone and then we’ll bring the house down, won’t we”? The four women laughed, each one had been a Secret Service Agent who had faked their deaths 12 months earlier so as to get into business for themselves. Sylvia was a member of MI5, Fatima, ex Mossad, Fiona Volpe a highly trained assassin for the CIA, reddish brown hair, surveillance and security expert. The security system that could keep Fiona out hadn’t been invented yet. Tatiana Romanova, auburn hair, drop dead gorgeous figure. Promoted to the rank of Colonel in the KGB by the age of 25, youngest Colonel , male or female ever in the KGB. All four women had numerous hits under their belt for their respective countries Between the four of them they had racked up over one thousand kills, some deserved it and had it coming, others were just collateral damage, innocent bystanders. Sylvia had once planted a bomb on a military transport jet just to kill a federal witness who was to give evidence against a multi national conglomerate . The 240 innocent elite special forces soldiers who also died in the explosion were irrelevant to her.

The $50 million dollar fee she received for the assassination wasn’t.

However for this job they had been contracted by an international crime syndicate to acquire the contents of just one safety deposit box buried in a secret vault in the most secure bank in the world and following its theft the women were to bring the bank down . They were each being paid a fee of $1 billion for the assignment. The women didn’t care who or how many men they had to kill to get this box. No one was going to stand in their way. The plan had taken six months to prepare but now they were armed and ready.

“Ladies” said Sylvia, “it’s time”.

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wandawiccan60 · 2 years

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Sharing An Umbrella & Pressing Their Foreheads Together- Prompts 25 & 28

***Lit SMUT***

Casual Affections: w/Alfie Solomon’s

Word Count: 1,927

WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Themes of Rape, Lit Graphic Blood, and Lit SMUT

A/N: Thank You for everyone who read my latest prompt Drabble I did of Thomas Shelby. I’m really starting to love doing these one-shots/Drabbles so I decided to make another one but this time with the big browsing beer himself Alfie Solomon’s. I hope you all enjoy this new Drabble I made up and again thank you guys for reading. As always please comment, like, and reblog it’ll mean a lot for the channel and I appreciate every single one of you all. You all have a good morning, afternoon, or evening wherever you are in the world. And without further ado Enjoy!!! And always catch you in the next one. See Ya!!!

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The gray clouds overshadowed the loud streets of Camden Town while the sound of Tatiana's clicking heels was heard underneath the gray pavement. Reaching the front doors of the rum distillery Tatiana was greeted by Ollie who gave a small smile at her.

“Good evening miss, sorry for calling you in such an unnoticed circumstance. Bella, unfortunately, decided to quit on the spot thinking that it was too much for her to handle Aflie’s requests. But we appreciate it very much for you to come over,” Ollie said walking beside Tatiana as the two walked to Alfie’s office.

“It's my pleasure so don't worry about it, the more money the better yea?” she said with a smile and wink which Ollie only nodded his head in agreement.

However, what Ollie didn't know is that both Alfie and Tatiana have been having a secret relationship together behind his back as well as the workers inside the distillery. Alfie hired Tatiana almost 6 months ago, looking for someone that could fit his needs and obligations as a tasting associate. And who made sure that the rums tasted right and had the right amount of flavor, which she didn’t mind doing such a hard job. That is when Tatiana saw a flyer that got her attention seeing that the payment and days fairly fitted her schedule. She also knew how to speak three languages including her native tongue from Germany which Alfie never expected to see from a woman like Tatiana. He liked her attitude, her honesty, and her will to go up for a challenge, but what mostly caught Alfie’s attention was the beauty that she was gifted with. Thinking how out of every woman in London Tatiana seemed different and unique which is why Alfie chose her. As time went by Alfie always kept an eye out for her whenever other men tried to get too close or tried touching her in any inappropriate way. Since being the only woman in the distillery there will always be eyes looking her way. Wanted to get a piece of her for fun and fucking than anything else which almost did happen to Tatiana after 4 weeks she got the job.

“If you dare scream out for help, I’m going to bash your head against these barrels you understand?” Said Morris, one of the workers gripping his right hand around her neck.

He rolled her onto her stomach now gripping her from behind her neck. Tatiana only managed to let out small quiet whimpers under her breath expecting the worst yet to come. She then felt Morris roughly pulling down her black panties exposing her buttocks and Morris felt his erection start to grow. She then heard him grunt in annoyance while having trouble unbuckling his belt with his free hand. Tatiana then saw in the corner of her right eye a small pocket knife. Slowly reaching out to it and in a quick flash stabbed Morris in his left eye letting out a painful scream.

“AHHHH, you fucking bitch!” He wailed out releasing her from his grip and she ran her way out of the building while pulling up her panties back.

Tatiana quickly made her chin way towards the exit passing by many rows of barrels daring to not look behind her back. She then saw the front doors of the distillery until she felt hands hoisting her back from freedom.

“NO. Let me go! Help someone please!” She called out while Morris now half of his face all bloodied up hit the side of her hide against one of the closeted barrels making her fall to the floor.

She was semi-unconscious, her vision form blurs in her eyes while hearing a ringing in her ears thinking that this was the end of her. She felt the warm blood streaming down the right side of her face. Slowly trying to crawl away from Morris but then gripped her black raven hair with his right hand. He was tilting her head back as she locked eyes with him.

“You got what you deserved and now if you would shut the hell up. Let me enjoy every inch of you that I have been wanting for so long,” he said slowly lifting her white shirt while her eyes started to doze off between being awake and passing out.

But from behind Morris two strong hands were placed between his shoulders until he was facing into the eyes of his own boss.

“Now that is no way in treatin’ a woman like that eh?” Alfie said as he gave a big sharp stab on the right side of Morris’s head his eyes went wide open as the last he saw was darkness consuming his body.

Morris' lifeless body landed in a loud thud on the floor Alfie made his way toward Tatiana. Who lay on her left side trying to keep herself awake but couldn’t. Without losing any more time Alfie took her to a hospital that was near the distillery. He tried keeping her awake while his driver pressed on the Gad as much as he could.

“Tatiana love, stay with me you're going to be fine love. Just a little further and you’ll get fixed up in no time yea?” Alfie said trying to make small talk to her which she found soothing just by listening to him speak.

After the incident, Tatiana was skeptical to go back to work with Alfie. Thinking at any moment other men like Morris would try to do the same thing to her. But Alfie tried to convince her to come back and reassured her that he would not let anyone lay a single hand again. She didn't believe him one bit that it made her leave the job for a good month or so. Tatiana decided to move back to her hometown thinking of starting a new life again than staying in London. She felt that it was the right thing to do at that time. Alfie begged her to stay when he came to visit her one night in the apartment where she lived.

“I promise to keep you safe if any of those fuckers ever think of being near you or lay a single finger on you. I swear upon my word, I’ll fuckin’ kill them without feeling no remorse. Please, Tatiana, stay with me, I beg of you darlin’. I… I love you.”

And with those three simple words, Tatiana has stayed with Alfie ever since until now. As they reached Alfie’s office’s front door, Ollie then softly knocked a few times hearing his boss call out for them to come in. Making their way inside Alfie was busy reading some work paper until he looked up to see Titiana removing his spectacles from his eyes.

“Ollie do me a favor and organize these papers for me yea? I would like to speak with Titiana privately. Your dismissed,” Alfie said as he handed over the pile of papers to his young secretary.

Once they heard the door close Alfie walked his way over to Titiana grabbing both of her small hands. She let out a small smile as both lovers were pressing their foreheads together.

“You don't know how long I have been wanting to see you all day my love. Now that you are here, I’m happier to finally feel and touch you,” he said wrapping his arms around her small waist until his lips clashed against Titiana’s thinly smooth lips.

The kiss became ever so tender and sweet, as it was more than just a simple innocent peck on the lips. Both Alfie’s and Titiana’s breathing became louder as he thrust ever so hotly inside her wet walls. The desk underneath them started to make creaking sounds as she kissed the side of his neck. Consuming his great hard manhood as he continued to go in and out of her ever so deliciously. Once they felt both of them coming to the fullest, Alfie gently bit down on her right shoulder. As his warm white semen filled the inside of her wet core, feeling her warm breath next to his left ear. They both regained their breathes as Alfie planted another sweet kiss on her lips

“I will never get tired of this with you my lovely pet, you are all mine to possess and to give my love to,” he said nuzzling his nose against Titiana’s while she caressed the back of his head knowing that he is also hers and nobody else's.

Some hours later, nighttime concealed throughout the dimly lit streets along with some gentle raindrops pouring from the heavens. Alfie and Tatiana were the last ones to close up the distillery, Ollie bid them a farewell goodnight to the two secret lovers. Once the doors were tightly locked in, Tatiana extended her right hand out feeling the small cold drops of rain upon her palm. She let out a small chuckle letting her other hand out in front of her both hands held out. Tatiana, without noticing her movements, felt her entire body be one under the rain. She happily twirled in a circle enjoying the soft cold rain covering all over her face and body. Enjoying her little dance in the rain, Alfie found this sweet moment heartwarming thinking of how wonderful she can be in many different ways. Feeling her surroundings going in slow motion, Tatiana came to a full stop as she looked back at Alfie. Seeing himself now under an umbrella that was keeping him from getting wet from the rain. She smiled in his direction seeing him walking forward toward her as the shade of the silky material covered both her and Alfie.

“Why are you my beautiful treacle?” he said as they were both now sharing an umbrella together only for her to giggle at his admiration.

“I could ask you the same thing Alfie, why did you have to choose me over any other woman in this immense town?” she questioned him back placing her hand over his muscular hand that he was holding onto the handle of the brolly.

“I guess you could say it was fate that made us be together but what matters the most to me. That I love you so much, and my heart will beat for only you whenever you are present in front of my eyes,” said Alfie, placing his free hand against her left wet cheek and feeling her face flush red.

“I also think fate brought us here knowing how much of a loving, protective, and kind man you are to me. And I also love you more my Alfie Solomon’s like you don’t imagine,” she said, placing her left hand on top of his as they gaze into their eyes more deeply embracing the moment together.

“Oh, my treacle, how did I get this lucky with you eh? And what say you and I take a long hot bath when we get home now yea? What do you think about that love? Will you join me, my dove?” he said with a cheeky smile on his face that Tatiana knew the answer to his request.

“Then what are we waiting for my love, let’s go take that warm bath before it gets more late. After you my big lovely king,” she said as both lovers walked their way towards her apartment, tempted to already wanting to share that hot bath they both knew how it would turn out to be the rest of the cold rainy night.

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gloomyswritings · 9 months

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the ties that bind | joshua rosfield x fem! reader

chapter vi - glimmer

warnings : none

note: this chapter is almost 3K words next chapter probably gonna be a roll coaster and long also or it may be short i haven’t decided yet. anyways hope you like!!! i’ll probably change pics every 5 chapters so it doesn’t look so same old same old. as always critiques comments everything is always appreciated ♥️♥️

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You had come to hate the hate the words fate, destiny, purpose. You had even begun to despise the very concept of a God. If fate-destiny were real and then why were you given the short end of the stick. Eight long years had passed since you awoke as the Dominant of Leviathan yet your family only visited a couple of times though you didn’t know if it was by choice. Tatiana had retired soon after your departure from the Dominion your mother saying it was conflict issues which pushed her away. Eight long years since you were married off, and eight long years since Joshua’s passing. It still did not get easier with time but you found yourself thinking less and less about him as time passed. Perhaps it was your mind protecting you from the inevitable pain that always came when you thought of that day. only ten years old when you lost what you had now realized the love of your life. It wasn’t fair but that’s how life goes; you wouldn’t be first nor the last person to lose someone they loved. But Life in the Empire was proved to be rather good—easy going you lived an even more lavish lifestyle then you did back in the Dominion, though it was to be expected since you were engaged to the future Emperor of the Holy Empire. You hatred towards Dion lessened the more time you spent with him and now you considered him your closest friend. You two weren’t lovers no you both understood that you were put into a political marriage. It still made you laugh though when you confessed to to Dion some years ago that you had grown feelings for him; you now blame your hormones. But that is not to say you two don’t engage in playful flirting with one another to keep up the facade you both are in love.

“D-Dion…I think perhaps I may have some feelings for you but I do not know if it’s only because we spend so much time with one another and we’re to be married.” You confessed shyly to the Prince. Dion’s amber eyes widened in shock his face beet red. Immediately you regretted your decision to tell him your feelings. Huffing in annoyance you turned on your heels beginning to walk away flustered. “W-wait ______!” He called out grabbing your wrist. “Please let me say something at least.” He sighed rubbing his temples. You raised a brow motioning when your hand for him to hurry and speak.

“I…promise to keep this a secret between you and I.” He began awaiting for your response. You nodded, “Alright I promise I suppose.”

“I care for you deeply not because we are to married but I do not feel romantic feelings towards…uh…um….women?” He said quietly. Your grey eyes widened and you quickly covered your mouth with your hands trying to suppress your surprise. “You see Sir Terence and I, we have recently confessed our feelings towards one another. We are in a secret relationship and now you know our secret. I trust it will remain that way, yes?” Dion asked hesitantly scared of how you might reply. Suddenly it all made sense, they always spent time with one another you noticed the small differences in their personalities when they were around one another. Then you began to giggle tears pooling at the corner of your eyes. “________?”’ Dion asked. Shaking you head you used your fingers to wipe the tears away, “I’m okay Dion. I just should of assumed you two were together, with all the time you spend around one another. Your secrets safe with me your highness.” You have him a close eyed smile. Of course the one another person you felt safe with was in love with someone else; not that you blamed the Prince you didn’t love him that way either it was you just coping with the loss of your lovely dear friend Joshua. Dion had gotten to know you that he now understood why you were crying he smiled sympathetically pulling you into his warm embrace.

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“Your lance work is awful ______.” Dion laughed as he came behind you pressing his broad chest against your back his calloused hands wrapping around yours as he adjusted your grip on the metal lance. He used his foot to spread your legs into a defensive stance. Your thin (color) brows furrowed together in annoyance. “Well you know I’m better off with a damn sword anyways. That’s the difference between you and I; you’re a Dragoon and I am humble swords lady.” You spoke a tinge of amusement playing on your plump lips. Stepping back Dion laughed once again, “Humble? Not the word I’d use to describe you.” He smirked watching as you gripped the lance uncomfortably in your hands. “Dion enough you’re flustering our humble princess.” Terence scolded light heartedly, he stood a few feet in front of you holding the metal lance in his hands—it was far more natural looking when he held the weapon.

Finally having enough of their teasing you decided to go for it, dashing towards the brunett you raising your lance in the air ready to strike. This was the perfect opportunity! You caught him off guard but in a spilt second you fell to the ground your weapon flying away from you before landing with a loud metal clink. “What how?!” You couldn’t believe it how did you get bested when you had the advantage!? Terence leaned down offering his hand for support which you took rather aggressively, once to your feet you began to pout childishly. “Terence won because he never lets his guard down ______. You’re too brazen that’s why you lost against Garuda last time. If I hadn’t been there who knows what would of happened. You think because Leviathan can move quickly and you have a size advantage you can win but take your defeat against Garuda as a lesson. I won’t always be there to aid you. I’m sure father will soon enough have us on different fronts.” Dion’s playful demeanor was gone now, he spoke so seriously you could tell he was concerned for your well being. He didn’t care that you were Dominant he cared because you were human—a close friend.

It was embarrassing to be scolded nonetheless so you fixated your gaze on the stone ground kicking your foot at the ground. “I..I know this Dion. I’ll get stronger you don’t have to worry about me.” You tried to reassure him with a smile. Terence broke the tension placing an arm around both you and Dion’s shoulders, “Ah we’ll mistakes happen and we grow from them. Come let’s get cleaned up for dinner.” He beamed leading the three of you out of the training grounds.

Dinner with royal family of Sanbreque was awfully boring especially for you. It reminded you a lot of the dinners you had with the Rosfields the men talking about things you could care less about. You gazed at the empty seat in front of you imagining a fully grown Joshua sitting there making faces at you or mouthing things to make you laugh. You wondered if he would still hate carrots. Duchess Annabella had “graced” Oriflamme with her presence bringing her new son Olivier who absentmindedly sat in her lap as she cooed over him petting his head as she fed him bites of food. You found their relationship so odd she never doted on Joshua like that; perhaps she dealing with her own grief for her children’s death which led to form a strange bond with her new child. Regardless you found the young prince strange. He seemed to have noticed you staring at him and he locked eyes with you. He had the same cold stormy ocean eyes like his mother. Quickly you adverted his gaze finishing up your food poking Dion’s side you leaned towards his ear. “I am finished here. I’m going to take a walk I’ll be back later tonight if you need me.” You whispered before standing up. Dion turned to you nodding, “Of course I shall come visit you before I turn in for night.” He smiled pressing a kiss to your hand before returning back to his conversation with his father. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, one keeps up the facade as a lover so well.

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Sneaking out of the castle was quite difficult but it seemed like tonight most of the guards had gotten themselves drunk as tomorrow was. Sanbreque holiday. You heard the guards singing drunkly next to a fire which was your queue to slip into the night unnoticed. Pulling up your dress you got to your knees crawling under a small gap in the fencing and reappearing on the other side. You tossed the hood of your shawl over your head and pulled it close to blend into the crowd. The streets were lined with people celebrating most drunk others dancing but this isn’t what you were looking for you continued on. Before long you were on the outskirts of Oriflamme. it was quiet surrounded by tall trees and the sounds of the night and ocean waves were all you heard. It was so peaceful out here away from the constant eyes of the capital. You always sneaked out when you got a chance to retreat to a secluded beach that you were sure only few knew after all it was quite a chore to get to. Kicking off your boots and lifting the hem of your dress up you stepped into the cold ocean water the sand beneath your feet tickling your toes.

Your grey eyes glimmered the stars reflecting in them as you gazed at the bright red star next to the moon. The wind blew off your hood but you didn’t care you continued looking at the star. “Joshua….Metia still shines on…I hope it’s a sign that you’re still here watching over me…that you’re not truly gone..” you spoke barely above a whisper. You walked along the shore shifting through the sand whenever something caught your eye then suddenly you heard something rushing towards you a scream of surprise escaping your lips as you fumbled for your dagger. a group of lizard like monsters rushing towards you as one jumped at you managed to pull your dagger out stabbing it’s throat it’s limp body causing you crash into the ocean’s water. Groaning you pushed the lizard off of you trying to get to your feet but your dress was soaked which dragged you down. As a another lizard rushed you, you prepared for the worse but it never came. “Milady are you injured?” A panicked voice asked. You slowly opened your eyes and saw a hooded man in front of you.

“I’m…I’m okay stranger thank you for coming to my aid.” You replied a heavy sigh leaving your lips. The man held his hand out to help you up which you took gratefully. “Oh my…I ruined my dress.” You mumbled under your breath. It was soaking wet, torn, and dark lizard blood soaked it. You began to wring out your dress trying your best to get it dry. “Milady my friend and I have a campsite with a fire set up not too far away from here if you’d like to come warm up.” The man said. You turned to take a good look at him but he still has his hood on. You shook your head, “No i shouldn’t. I should return back to the castle.” You began walking over to grab your boots. “The castle?” He asked. You froze staring wide eyed at him, “A..ah yes. You see…I’m a maid there. I just like to take walks on the beach to clear my mind.” You tried to quickly cover up your mistake. “You speak quite formally and wear such nice clothes for being a maid.” He retorted amusement in his tone.

You began to walk away boots and dagger in tow. Shit I messed up. I’m about to get robbed or held for ransom. You thought panic rising. “Milady you’re the Princess of Sanbreque, aren’t you?” He asked you paused turning to slowly face him your hand firmly on your dagger, “Yes what about it? If you’re going to hold me for ransom I’m afraid you’d be risking your life.” You cautiously warned. Then he began to laugh softly shaking his head waving his hands dismissively, “Princess ______ I have no desire to harm you. You see I once knew the prince of Rosaria.” He explained tossing his sword a few feet away from him. “What…you did?” You asked stepping closer to him sheathing your dagger. “You…knew Joshua or Clive?”

“Both.”

“Who are you?”

“It’s not important anymore I am nobody.“ He spoke sadly. You tried to catch a glimpse of the man’s face but he made sure you couldn’t see him. A peak of blond hair was all you could see you felt a pang of guilt wash over you, “Allow me to confide in you Sir Nobody, I still feel guilty for some odd reason about the events that transpired at Phoenix Gate. I wondered if I had awoken as Leviathan before if I would of been able to save everyone…save Joshua. I hope he forgives me for my marriage to Prince Dion. You see, we made a promise we’d get married but of course fate wouldn’t have that. You knew Joshua what do you think he’d say to me now?” You asked gazing again back at Metia.

“I think he’d forgive you and he’d be proud of you for who you are today. You’re strong Princess _______. You’ve been through so much yet you’ve prevailed through it all.” He responded his words were to sincere you began to cry but quickly you wiped your tears away. “I hope you’re right. I just get going now before the guards begin to panic. Maybe we’ll meet again one day stranger. Thank you for saving me.” You have the man a smile but as you took one last glance at him you saw a single tear fall down his face. Everything in your being you told you stay and talk to the man more but you were almost frightened to…afraid you’d see something you couldn’t handle.

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Joshua sat with Jote as she finished setting up camp and she began the fire to cook their very late dinner. He coughed bringing a hand to his chest to steady himself. “Your highness here your medicine.” Jote quickly came over handing him a vile of liquid to which he gratefully took. The bitter medicine hitting his taste buds he handed the vial back to Jote and sighed, “Thank you…” though a scream broke their comfortable silence Joshua quickly jumping up grabbing his sword. “Your highness wait!” Jote shouted beginning to chase after him but she was stopped when he yelled back, “Jote stay here I’ll be back.” He commanded before rushing through the dense woods. He has no idea why he felt like he being led towards the screams; it wasn’t normal for him to spring into action. He saw a group of monsters and quickly slayed them before he spotted a young woman cowering in the water. Pulling his hood over head he helped her up. He inquired about her, just something about the way she looked felt so familiar then he pried a little more it was then he realized he was speaking to _______ Lannis. His heart began beating faster as he tried to take in every single detail of her being, despite how much of a mess she looked to him she looked as beautiful as he always remembered. His staring must freaked her out as he noticed her gripping her dagger.

He wanted to rip his hood off tell her it was him! But no that would be cruel…to both of them they couldn’t be together either way. So with a heavy heart he kept himself concealed. When it came time for her to leave he fought the urge once again to grab her and tell her everything but he stopped himself. He clenched his hands into fists and fought back the tears that threatened to spill but one managed to escape just as she began to leave him. Joshua stood there long after _______ had left allowing the tears to spill. Life wasn’t fair. She was right there and yet he let her go. He was sick…dying what if that was the last time he’d ever be able to see _______? It was only when he heard Jote whisper his name that he finally let his hood fall. He turned to face Jote a sad smile and tears on his face.

“I saw her Jote. And I let her go. Damn it all..”

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kimberly-earthfriend · 4 months

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MEET THE WIZARDS: Micah Stormweaver

Micah’s family have been storm wizards for as long as he can remember. I mean, it’s in their name - “Stormweaver.” He lived with his grandfather Simon, who was getting a little too old for all this magic nonsense and had taken up carpentry in his spare time, crafting sky ships, canoes and the like. His sister also stayed with them during holidays, though she was a boarding student at the Ravenwood storm school. He always looked up to his sister and wanted to be just like her. But one day when he was around eight years old, she was messing with spells a bit beyond what she had learned at school, and accidentally struck him.

It scared him so bad that he decided he didn’t want to be a storm wizard anymore. He began having nightmares about the incident. Everywhere he went, he would see dark clouds and flashing, arcing figures following him out the corner of his eye. He never wanted to learn to hurt people the way a storm could hurt. But all this fear, it inspired him. He began to look to older magic. The magic of terror and unrest. Over the years, he neglected his studies at Ravenwood. He went to a few classes of course, learned a little storm magic, if only to impress his grandfather. Mostly he spent this time gathering tomes from all corners of the spiral, on dangerous and ancient magics. The magic of madness and disease, the pursuit of dangerous knowledge, and manipulating the human form. Finally, he found his release from the nightmares that had tormented him in the freedom of falling, the fear of the cosmos and his own insignificance within it. Astral magic.

He journeyed to Celestia to begin learning from the Astral Archives. But the Archivist was a harsh teacher. He could not progress further unless he completed the trial of the spheres. When the Wizard came to him, expressing that they needed to do the same, he was overjoyed. He joined them on their quest, successfully completed the trial, and returned to the Archives victorious.

Over time, the Archivist began to teach him not just astral magic, but how to embrace and accept his own fears. He got back into storm magic, slowly but surely, and eventually became proficient in both. When the Archivist was satisfied with his progress, she sent him home to his grandfather to show off all he had learned. Here he began to learn carpentry, finding he needed something to occupy his hands, or else he’d begin to summon visions of maddening eternity to the people around him, and he wasn’t a huge fan of that. The whole point of him veering away from storm magic was to avoid hurting people, not to make them worse.

One day, Simon received a call from the Arcanum. They needed someone who knew storm magic to help them rebuild the spiral Ark, making sure it was capable of traversing the aether. He recommended his grandson, whose knowledge of astral magic on top of his stormy heritage put him a step ahead of everyone else. So he flew off to the magic college, where to his surprise, he was reunited with Kimberly, Rowan and Tatiana. Rowan did not follow through the Aether, allowing Micah to take their spot on the team. They did not tell him why, and he did not question them. He knew of the expectations that had been put upon them, and frankly was just happy to see them alive.

When they made it to Empyrea, he eventually split off from his team, staying in Neumia to learn more about the aether and the storm magic it held. Finally he was completely ready to embrace his heritage.

#wizard101 #wizard101 oc #yes he is inspired by Mike Crew what about it?#TMA #crossover #Micah Stormweaver

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Imagine Jack and Shelby wife oc where he finds out her former lover was a woman and then he finds out it was Tatjana from S3. This makes me simultaneously blush and laugh. He'd be half turned on but unbelievably jealous I imagine. He'd get all possessive of her. And if Tatjana and Jack met....oh dear. The metaphorical contest for OC's affection. Jack would probably be threatened by Tatjana beauty 🤣

Tysm for the ask, darl! 💗 This was so fun to imagine, I just had to write about it. I hope you enjoy this! If you read it, let me know what you think!

London, 1934

Your eyes widened at the sight of your husband talking to the elegant brunette in the corner. It had been a decade since your last meeting with the Russian duchess Tatiana Petrovna and little about her extravagant taste had changed. She held a glass of champagne in one hand as she fussed with a large diamond and ruby bracelet.

Her flirtatious behavior hadn’t changed either. You could tell by her giggles that she was trying to work her charm on your husband and from his expression, the seduction was drawing him in. Your handsome husband couldn’t seem to help himself when it came to women with beauty and intrigue and Tatiana had both in abundance.

You made your way across the room, heart pounding as you wondered if she would remember you. In some ways it would be much simpler if she had forgotten. You fixed your hair and took a deep breath. Jack hadn’t noticed your arrival so you slipped a gloved hand over his arm to alert him of your presence. He looked over at you startled and began an introduction. “Sweetheart, this is Tatiana Petrovna. She’s a duchess.” Turning to Tatiana he began, “This is-

“Y/n Shelby” Tatiana said without hesitation. When she cast her gaze upon you it was as hypnotizing as you remembered. She had a way of reading your mind that made her a dangerous adversary, but also an incredible lover. Despite your attempt to hide your emotions, you felt your cheeks flush at the sound of your name coming from her mouth.

“It’s Y/n Nelson now,” you explained softly, turning your head away to break the tension. You had to do something to keep from replaying your wild nights together. Tatiana was one of the best lovers you’d ever had next to Jack and seeing them both together was giving you sinful ideas.

Jack had noticed the effect Tatiana had on you and ventured a question about your acquaintance. “You know each other?” He turned to you, “Am I missing something here, doll?”

You placed a hand to the back of your neck, feeling dizzy and wondering if you were sweating. How could you explain your past in a way that wouldn’t arouse suspicion? Finally you decided to give a dismissive reply. “One of Tommy’s parties ages ago, wasn’t it?,” you said with a nervous laugh.

Tatiana did not seem pleased by your answer. She was always the jealous sort. You watched a lightning bolt flash in her eyes and knew she was going to say something characteristically mischievous. You held your breath waiting to see what that might be.

“I’ve been admiring your beautiful necklace, Mrs. Nelson,” she said emphasizing your name. “Not nearly as beautiful as my hands around your neck when you were lying naked under me.” You gulped at the sensual memory.

Before you could react she was excusing herself, saying she had business to attend to with another guest. You were left alone with your fuming husband. Tatiana’s jealousy was nothing compared to Jack’s possession of you. He wasn’t a man who was accustomed to sharing.

“Who the fuck is she?” Jack said through gritted teeth as he watched Tatiana walk away, swishing her beaded gown seductively. You knew you couldn’t lie to him then. “She was my lover, but it was years ago, Jack, before I met you. I swear I have’t seen her since,” you said feeling the need to reassure him that you were his completely.

“Is that so?” Jack said anger building steadily along with his arousal. “Well, I’m just gonna have to remind you who you belong to now, won’t I, baby?” He grabbed your arm with bruising strength and pulled you away from the other guests.

“Where are we going, Jack?” You asked fearfully, knowing how he could be when he was feeling possessive.

“Anywhere it’s dark and I can erase those silly notions of yours about fucking that duchess again.”

#ask box #Jack Nelson imagine #Jack Nelson fanfic #Jack Nelson x Shelby sister

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