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NINJAGO SWORD OF FIRE PROPAGANDA—
Okay, Aegislash is cool. I’ll admit it.
But can it turn into a motorcycle? No? Didn’t think so. Guess what the sword of fire can do? BAM!
The Sword of Fire is one of the four golden weapons used to create the continent/island of Ninjago by the First Spinjitzu Master (aka god). Holding all four weapons at the same time will disintegrate you. It was sealed in the Temple of Fire under the guardian of a dragon, then used to release the evil son of god out of the Underworld.
It was then used to defend against an army of snake warriors and killed an enormous F-U ancient snake set to devour the entire world. It can heat a pizza. It was fused into the Megaweapon that could grant wishes, and finally blasted into space.
When it was retrieved, it was forged into Retrieved and forged into golden armour used by the embodiment of ancient evil and exploded one of the main heroes.
It’s also singed off Kai’s eyebrows and he had to perfectly paint them on for a month so nobody would notice.
Later, it got reforged back into the sword to defend against an army of ancient Oni demons hellbent on destruction. Was rendered powerless for a while after being used in the Tornado of Creation that sent one of the main characters on a two-way trip to meet god via death by rubble.
The sword was later stolen by the C.O.C.K (Council of the Crystal King), a supervillain team up that is unfortunately not an evil volleyball team. It got crystal-ized & powered up and used by a millennium-old sorceress snake lady so desperate for revenge against the old man who locked her away that she challenged him to a series of contrasts (including pancake making and Billards) and won.
When the sword was pried from her grasp, it was used by ninja dragons (yep, ninja dragons, not ninja riding dragons— that happened too, but in earlier seasons) to defeat the ancient evil once again.
(Please tag as “Crystalized Spoilers” thanks)
You're so right I love the sword of fire
#sword showdown#sword showdown propaganda#the bladesmith answers#crystalized spoilers#im sorry the sword was stolen by WHAT#ashamed to admit i laughed really heard at that acronym
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Kyla Keller ✤ Jealousy, Jealousy
I wanna be you so bad and I don’t even know you
Hardly anyone at Constance Billard knew who Kyla Keller was, but she was okay with that. After all, being invisible was better than being actively unpopular. And for Kyla, whose enrolment at the school was only due to her older sister being a teacher, qualifying her for a generous scholarship, being unpopular would have been a death sentence. She watched the popular kids from afar, always wishing that she could be a part of that elite inner circle, but never daring to aim above her station.
Until the day that Julien fucking Calloway sought her out specifically, inviting Kyla to join her friends — the ultimate elite even by Constance standards — for a night at Dumbo Hall, full makeover included. Suddenly thrown into the world she’d only ever dreamed of, Kyla thinks that her life is finally taking a turn for the better. But with Gossip Girl watching their every move and everyone’s secrets coming to light, Kyla is about to find out that all that glitters really isn’t gold, and she might have been better off with her old anonymity.
All I see is what I should be: Happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy
Tag List: want to be added?
#kyla keller#ocappreciation#jealousy jealousy#max wolfe x oc#my work#my edits#my gifs#*intro#my ocs#gossip girl oc
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D͞A͞ ͞N͞ ͞T͞E͞ WAS BORN THE FORSAKEN SON OF THE LEGENDARY DEMON SWORDSMAN SPARDA AND HIS SECRET MORTAL LOVER, EVA. HE IS THE YOUNGER BROTHER TO HIS TWIN, VERGIL. BOTH BOYS RECEIVED ONE HALF OF THE PERFECT AMULET⁰¹ ON THEIR 8TH BIRTHDAY, AN HEIRLOOM PASSED DOWN FROM THEIR FATHER AFTER HIS MYSTERIOUS DEATH LEFT THE FAMILY BEREAVED. WHEN DEMONS AMBUSH AND MURDER THEIR MOTHER, THE TWINS ARE TRAGICALLY SEPARATED AND DANTE, RENEWED WITH A VENGEANCE AGAINST DEMONKIND, ESCAPES INTO THE FRINGES OF HUMANITY UNDER THE ALIAS OF ANTHONY REDGRAVE.⁰²
NOW A POWERFUL SWORDSMAN HIMSELF, DANTE OPENS A SHOP UNDER THE FACADE OF A PARANORMAL INVESTIGATION BUSINESS TO LEVERAGE HIS TALENT AS A DEMON HUNTER. HE NAMES THIS BUSINESS, DEVIL MAY CRY.⁰³ IT SITS BETWEEN THE BULL'S EYE BAR AND THE LOVE PLANET STRIP-CLUB OFF OF 66 SLUM AVENUE IN A SEEDY PART OF TOWN.
THIS BLOG FEATURES TWO DISTINCT VERSES OF DANTE WITH EMPHASIS ON THE TWO MOST-IMPERATIVE PHASES OF HIS LIFE: DMC3 DANTE 「YOUNGER」 AND DMC4 DANTE 「OLDER」 BROKEN INTO TWO DETAILED SECTIONS. THE VERSION OF DANTE YOU CHOOSE TO WRITE ALONGSIDE WITH WILL GREATLY AFFECT HIS PERSONALITY AND STANDING.
𝑫𝑴𝑪𝟹 ᵀᴴᴱ𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 › FLIPPANT AND DISDAINFUL OF HIS DARK HERITAGE, THE TWENTY-TWO YEAR OLD DEMON-HUNTER HAS JUST BEGUN THE LONG AND ARDUOUS JOURNEY OF REVENGE. HE IS RECKLESS, UNFETTERED IN HIS EFFORTS TO VIOLENTLY OBLITERATE DEMONS, AND ENJOYS TAUNTING HIS ENEMIES WITH A CARE-FREE ATTITUDE AND WITTY COMMENTARY. ALTHOUGH HE APPEARS AT TIMES TO BE UNFEELING AND CALLOUS, DANTE POSSESSES A STRONG SENSE OF JUSTICE. THE TRUTH OF HIS DEMONIC EXISTENCE DWELLS DEEP WITHIN IN HIS DARK SOUL. HE IS ANGRY AND ALONE.
𝑫𝑴𝑪𝟺 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖘𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑⅄ꓤꓛ › HE HAS COME FAR IN LEARNING TO ACCEPT HIS DAMNED EXISTENCE. DANTE, NOW AN EXPERT FIGHTER, GROWS BORED WITH THE COMMON SLAYING OF HELL-BEASTS AND DEMONS; HE SEEKS EXCITEMENT IN DANGER AND SHOWMANSHIP WITH A FONDNESS FOR DRAMATICS. STILL FLIPPANT, HIS CONSTANT QUIPS AND WITTY CYNICISM NOW EXUDE A CERTAIN CHARM. HE HAS BEEN REUNITED WITH HIS BROTHER, VERGIL. IN SPITE OF HIS COCKY ATTITUDE, DANTE'S LOVE FOR HUMANITY SURPASSES ALL. HE WILL GO TO ANY LENGTH TO PROTECT HUMANKIND FROM DEMONIC THREATS. HE IS AT PEACE WITH HIS INEXORABLE LONELINESS.
DANTE IS NEVER WITHOUT HIS GREAT SWORD, REBELLION,⁰⁴ NOR HIS DUAL PISTOLS, APTLY NAMED EBONY AND IVORY. THESE ARE HIS WEAPONS OF CHOICE. VERY RARELY DOES HE ENGAGE HIS DEMON FORM. DANTE DISPLAYS IMPRESSIVE REGENERATIVE ABILITIES; HIS DEMONIC CONSTITUTION MAKES HIS CORPOREAL BODY PRACTICALLY INVINCIBLE.
ALTHOUGH IN CONSTANT DEBT AND VERITABLY VOCAL ABOUT IT, DANTE IS ALMOST ALWAYS WILLING TO PERFORM MISSIONS SOLELY FOR THE GOOD OF THEM. HE BORROWS MONEY RATHER LIBERALLY, BUT HAS MANAGED TO PROCURE A BILLARD TABLE, JUKEBOX, AND OTHER PRICEY PIECES FOR THE SHOP.
THIS BLOG IS EXCLUSIVELY PLOT-ORIENTED. DͩIEͥ!ᵉ
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between a mysterious corpse and a hard place
hey all, bb here. todays post is gonna be a bit different, as i have recently been wound up in some strange thinsg myself. that and almost getting arrested. its been a wild night. because this is a true story, real place and people names have been omitted for their privacy
getting this out of the way now, while my true passion is speculating and documenting stuff for you guys, i also make change on the side by betting on pool and darts games at a local pub somtimes. i think im pretty decent at billards, and ive made a fair amount of money that way over the years. not the most noble way to earn cash, but it helps.
well last night i played pool with these two biker guys who got pretty pissed when they lost and the bigger one looked like he was goin to get violent reel quick. not wanting tp fight, i gave them some of their money back and they begrudgingly left. they both drove on one motorcycle, a 2012 harley-davidson flhtcutg tri glide ultra classic model, to be exact.
i stayed around for about 30 more minutes to shoot the sh*t with the bartender, but when i walked outside and saw the the bigger biker guy who was threatening me lying limp underneath a street lamp. i rushed over and saw he was bleeding out profusely from a slash on his neck. i quickly ripped off a piece of his shirt and held it to his neck to try and lessen the blood loss while i checked his pulse, but it was too late as ii felt his heartbeat grow faint then stop and the life leave his eyes all while he was still gushing blood onto the pavement.
just at that moment, the cops arrived. obviously they suspecting me as i was next to the damn dead body, and started grilling me for answers. i tried getting help from a neighbor walking nearby, but he was no use. luckily, a very nice friend of my parents who i had never met and his niece or something showed up and helped defend myself, and the cops were able to let me out.
i made it home eventually, but i cant help but think about how strange the death of that biker was. the slash that was made in his neck was too deep to be human made because the angle of the cuts looked like fangs, but too big and clean to be any type of critter ive ever heard of. i also noticed that the motorcycle i saw the the two leaving on was nowhere near the crime scene. i dunno, its all weird to me. i might go check it out tomorrow.
thats all i have for today, see ya later, bb out.
(PS- i have a job interview tomorrow, i will keep you all posted on how that goes. if i get a full time job it may lessen my posting schedule, ill let yall know)
#MotW#motw oc#motw campaign#horror#pixel art#mspaint#beaver springs#the player here. Just wanted to let it be known that this is a parody blog made my character in a MotW campaign#all misspelling is intentional and is part of the character. Beaver Springs is not a real city in Colorado to my knowledge#ttrpg#motw ttrpg#i have a bad habit of putting too much work into my ttrpg characters.... and here i am..... doing it again#session recap#character blog
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𝔨𝔶𝔩𝔞 𝔨𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔯 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔱 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔧𝔢𝔠𝔱
fandom: gossip girl 2021
open to: platonic, romantic, and sexual relationships with original or canon characters, would love to explore any slightly toxic dynamic, with max or another character, involving a lot of negging and a bit of classism
content warnings: underage drinking and drug use
Hardly anyone at Constance Billard knew who Kyla Keller was, but she was okay with that. After all, being invisible was better than being actively unpopular. And for Kyla, whose enrolment at the school was only due to her older sister being a teacher, qualifying her for a generous scholarship, being unpopular would have been a death sentence. She watched the popular kids from afar, always wishing that she could be a part of that elite inner circle, but never daring to aim above her station.
Until the day that Julien fucking Calloway sought her out specifically, inviting Kyla to join her friends — the ultimate elite even by Constance standards — for a night at Dumbo Hall, full makeover included. Suddenly thrown into the world she’d only ever dreamed of, Kyla thinks that her life is finally taking a turn for the better. But with Gossip Girl watching their every move and everyone’s secrets coming to light, Kyla is about to find out that all that glitters really isn’t gold, and she might have been better off with her old anonymity.
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faceclaim: sydney sweeney
age: 17
ships: max wolfe
friends: audrey hope, aki menzies, obie bergmann, julian calloway, luna la, monet de haan, kate keller
affiliations / allies: constance billard school
enemies: gossip girl
alignment: neutral good
enneagram type: type 3 — the achiever
soul type: the sage
mbti: infp-t — the mediator
Hogwarts House: ravenclaw
Element: water
Trope: i just want to be special
Theme Song: jealousy jealousy, olivia rodrigo
Quote: am i pretty? do people like me yet? is there a party? am i invited?
#rp blog#oc roleplay#roleplay blog#gossip girl roleplay#gossip girl rp#gossip girl reboot rp#𝔦 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔟𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔬 𝔟𝔞𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲#─ ⊱⁜⊰ ─ kyla keller#𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔵𝔬𝔵𝔬#⋘ ─ ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ─ ⋙ gossip girl#𝔦𝔣 𝔴𝔢’𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔲𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱?#⋘ ─ ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ─ ⋙ intro#𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔰𝔱#⋘ ─ ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ─ ⋙ graphics
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MEMENTO MORI - PREORDERS OPEN!
A gorgeous Tarot-themed artbook themed around the show Death Parade. This zine contains 22 original Death Parade fan artworks by 22 different artists, with each artwork featuring one of the Major Arcana. This project also features several pieces of merch made by both the zine artists and merch artists.
All profits from this project will be donated to the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline.
Preorders end October 22!
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Each physical bundle has the option to add the digital PDF for an extra $5.
Domestic shipping is $7 and International shipping is $15.
We also have a few stretch goals pictured that will be unlocked depending on how sales go.
Thank you for your support!
#death parade#death billards#decim#chiyuki#death parade zine#fanzine#zine#fandom zine#anime zine#memento mori
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oh my god the bowling balls are actual planets
that’s actually kinda cool
#kinda reminds me of the one scene from death parade with the space billards#legends of tomorrow#legends of tomorrow spoilers
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Swinging a bit off of Arthur being a grandfather. He has his giant manor in the country where he raised a chunk of his children but the house was never really... meant for children to be their age there. Everything was don't touch or it might fall over and kill you. Though in the modern era it still suffers a lot from this problem, he's acquired a few things more suitable for a younger age. The Billard's Room that popped up in the Victorian era is still largely that but has some additions. There're two train sets. One is modeled after an area in the country Arthur enjoys traveling to and the model trains are based on some of his favorite models that England has developed in its history. No touch. Then there's the paytable of Big Jigs and Thomas the kids can have at. Two dollhouses, one is the most elegant thing you've ever seen. Working stove, electricity, the works. No touch. That's for the faeries and Little People. There's a second one still beautiful just nowhere near as ornate or functions as an actual living space. He spoiled his sons and daughter more or less centuries ago and now he spoils his grandchildren in his own right.
Omg a big yes to Arthur's home being full of shit that's ridiculously expensive, if only for the age or rarity, and that are very much considered 'do not touch under threat of death' items, (there's a sole survivor of a pair of Georgian glassware ornaments that Canada watches with ever increasing panic as the years go on). And I love the idea of him having a really beautiful dollhouse somewhere!
But overall though, I don't think Arthur's too bad with his belongings. He likes things that are practical and have a use so, as long as they still function, he doesn't care how expensive humans consider it to be. Old fragile sofas, ancient Old English tomes and delicate China tea sets- if Arthur finds it stable and working he'll still use it and won't mind other people doing so either, unless they've been proven to be clumsy (Australia cannot touch the fancy China tea sets)
When they were younger, the children had their own nursery wing all to themselves (now the guest wing) and here they could be as rambunctious as they wanted to be with their own furniture and items. As they grew old enough to wander the rest of the house unsupervised though, the same rules were applied that still apply now- I trust you once. Keep my trust or lose it, the decision is yours.
Sealand and Wy have this rule applied too. They can use and touch mostly what they want (the things England does care about, usually strictly sentimental more than valuable, are hidden away) but if they fuck about and break something that's it, they're back to being treated like a child in the nursery with wooden bowls and spoons.
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VoxMortuus Master List
Hello, so I've been writing more, yay? LOL! Ok, so now that I've gotten into the groove of writing I've decided to make a master list.
DON'T HESITATE TO MAKE A REQUEST! REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN! Just shoot me an inbox or an ask! Anonymous asks are always expectable!
Hannibal Masterlist
Henry Cavill Masterlist
Stranger Things Masterlist
Second Masterlist
I'D LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT ALL FANFICTIONS ON THIS LIST WERE CREATED UNDER MY OLD ACCOUNT NAME AND HAVE THE OLD MASTERLINK ATTACHED TO THE WORK. SO, KEEP IN MIND YOU WILL NEED TO GO BACK RATHER THAN JUST CLICKING ON THE MASTERLINK OPTION IN THE WRITTEN WORK. ANY REBLOGS OF THIS MASTERLIST HAVE OLD LINKS IN THEM AND WILL TAKE YOU TO SOME OTHER SITE. PLEASE SEEK OUT THE ORIGINAL LIST AND NOT THE REBLOGGED LIST.
Other works below the cut
Scream (1996 Movie)
ON HIATUS!!! Stu Macher Silly Crush Series Chap. 1 | Chap. 2 | Chap. 3 | Chap. 4 | Chap. 5 | Chap. 6
Billy Loomis - Mine - Imagine
Randy Meeks - Randy's Car - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT
The Punisher (Netflix)
ON HIATUS!!! Billy Russo New Job Series Chap. 1 | Chap. 2 | Chap. 3 NSFW - SMUT
Billy Russo: Want To Try That Again - Imagine
Billy Russo - Making Billy Russo Panic - Imagine
Billy Russo - Billy Russo Having A Daddy Moment - Imagine
Billy Russo - Billards - Imagine
Billy Russo - Late Night - Imagine
Billy Russo - Mute Button - Imagine
Billy Russo - The Voicemail
Billy Russo - Uncle Billy Russo - Request
Billy Russo - Confusion
Billy Russo - Truly Impressed - Anon Event Request
The Boys
Billy Butcher - Joy Ride - Event Request - NSFW - SMUT
Billy Butcher - Size Matters? - Anon Event Request
Billy Butcher - LIAR! | LIAR! pt. 2 - Anon Event Request
Hughie Campbell - Learning Curve - Request
Movies
Invisible Man - Know Your Place (NSFW) - Adrian Griffin - Request NSFW - SMUT
The Cotton Club - Swooning Over Dixie Dwyer - Dixie Dwyer - Request - NSFW - SMUT
Prisoners - Quiet Game - Detective David Loki - Event Request NSFW - SMUT
Heathers - Sexy Chaos - Jason Dean - Event Request NSFW - SMUT
Heathers - Stockholm Syndrome - Jason Dean - Event Request NSFW - Light Smut & Violence
American Gods
Behind Closed Doors Shadow Moon - Request NSFW - SMUT
Making You Happy Mad Sweeney NSFW - SMUT
Mad Sweeney - I Will Eat You - Drabble
Shadow Moon - Sleep Tight - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT
Shadow Moon - New Spot - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT
Shadow Moon - Fuck Yourself - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT
Shadow Moon - Date Night - Anon Collab Imagine NSFW - SMUT
Shadow Moon - Curvy Roads - Being Curvy and Dating Shadow Moon Would Include - Anon Request
Shadow Moon - Take-Out - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT
Shadow Moon - Butt-Dialed - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT
Shadow Moon - Reflexes - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT
The Fall
The Thrill | Chapter 1 - Death (NSFW) - Paul Spector (NSFW due to heavy violence) - Request
Paul Spector - His Eyes and My Last Breath - Anon Request
Paul Spector - Incoming Call - Anon Event Request NSFW - SMUT
Vikings
Ivar the Boneless - Being Sold by Your Brother - Imagine
Ivar the Boneless - Being His Secret - Drabble
Ivar The Boneless - Teasing Ivar - Imagine
Ivar The Boneless - Hard Talk - Imagine
Ivar The Boneless - Defending His Goddess - Imagine
Ivar The Boneless - Hush My King NSFW - SMUT
Modern Ivar - Power Exchange - Anon Event Request NSFW - SMUT
Ivar The Boneless - Fear Not Slave - Event Request
Hemlock Grove
Roman Godfrey - Under your Skin - Imagine
Roman Godfrey - I Get Off On You NSFW - SMUT
Sherlock (BBC)
Jim Moriarty - Pushing Jim Moriarty's Buttons - Imagine
AHS
JPM - Dating James Patrick March Would Include - DWI
I Would Kill For You - Anon Request - James Patrick March
Tate Langdon - Good Books - Imagine
JPM - Little Poppet - Request NSFW - SMUT
JPM - Pleasure Lesson - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT
Jimmy Darling - Virgin Diaries - Anon Request NSFW - light SMUT
Night Stalker 1984 -Satanic Panic - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT
Fifty Shades
Christian Grey - Don't Keep Him Waiting - Imagine
Christian Grey - Observing - Imagine
Christian Grey - Asking For It - NSFW - SMUT
Supernatural
Working With Dean - Request NSFW - SMUT
Peaky Blinders
Thomas Shelby - Am I Laughing? - Imagine
Thomas Shelby - Anxiety - Anon Request
Michael Gray - Rough Day - Imagine
Marvel/DC
REQUEST ONLY. WILL NOT FREEWRITE.
Bucky Barns - Strangers - Imagine
Doctor Stephen Strange - Heart Stone - Anon Event Request
Eclipse (Marcos Diaz The Gifted) - Joy Riding - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT
BBC Netflix Dracula
Dracula - Caged Dove - NSFW - SMUT
Chris Evans Works
Frank Adler - Summer Fling - Part 1 Part 2
Video Games
Request only. Will not Freewrite
Arthur Morgan - Don't Peek - Imagine
Arthur Morgan - The Distraction - Imagine
Arthur Morgan - Peepin' Arthur - Imagine
Arthur Morgan - A Familiar World - Request NSFW - SMUT
Arthur Morgan - Stranger Danger Mode Off - Request NSFW - SMUT
Lee Everett - Close Bonding - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT
Joel Miller - Releasing Tension - Request NSFW - SMUT
RL Fantasy RP / RL Fantasy RP AU
Ateez Park Seonghwa - Tonight, I Make You Mine - AU NSFW - SMUT
Neal Schon - Well Shit - AU - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT
Eddie Van Halen - Wet Dreams - AU - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT
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hozier songs as oddly specific moments (1)
in a week: you stand by a worn wooden fence in a field, its posts crumbling under your touch. rain-swollen clouds move overhead like a timelapse. there is an apple tree over your head, and the ground is covered in overripe fruit and loose flower petals. you reach up and grasp the lowest branch with your fingers. a lone honeybee buzzes by your right shoulder.
angel of small death: hazy smoke obscures flickering red neon lighting. you hear the clink of billard balls in the background. your barstool squeaks as you order a shot for the pretty girl beside you, and she returns your slow smile. when you kiss her, she tastes like tequila.
from eden: you see your reflection in the dark subway window, but you can’t meet your own gaze. the train slows down, and everyone in the car sways slightly, strangers brought together for a moment by the same inertia. across from you is a woman wearing wire-framed glasses, wisps of dark hair escaping her beanie. she doesn’t look up at you, but you can’t tear your gaze away as she gets off the train. you look until she is swallowed by the swarming crowds.
work song: it starts drizzling in the late afternoon. you don’t have an umbrella, but you continue your slow walk home anyway. the sidewalks are empty but for a tabby cat, its luminous gaze lingering on your back. your fingers are so numb you can barely unlock the door to your apartment. your partner opens their mouth to admonish you for your muddy boots, but they see your chattering teeth and drop the spatula they’re holding to guide you to the bathroom. they kiss a water droplet off your temple as they slide your wet clothes off, gentle like summer rain.
like real people do: a pretty girl smiles at you when you’re assigned as lab partners on the first day of school, and something leaps in your chest. when she compliments your shoes, you flush bright red. two weeks later, you find the courage to buy her a carnation for homecoming. her eyes widen. I’m sorry, I can’t go, she says, but she posts the pictures on her instagram anyway, pinning a corsage to a boy’s lapel. she requests a different lab partner the next day.
in a week: you take a gap year before college and head west, you and your friend taking turns at the wheel of your beat-up van. the sky is so vast out here, the earth unending. hours out from the nearest town, you spread out a picnic blanket and trace the constellations into the night, curled around one another for body heat, beholden to no one but yourselves. you could sink into the wide prairies and be none the wiser.
someone new: you are at pride for the first time, watching every color of the rainbow snap in the wind, backlit by golden sun. a woman sees your facepaint and offers you a button to match, and her crooked smile beams with love as she pins it to your shirt. you scream your throat hoarse with a thousand other people you’ve never met, but during the hours you walk the same streets in the same shoes, they are not strangers to you.
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Kyla Keller ✤ Jealousy, Jealousy
I wanna be you so bad and I don't even know you
Hardly anyone at Constance Billard knew who Kyla Keller was, but she was okay with that. After all, being invisible was better than being actively unpopular. And for Kyla, whose enrolment at the school was only due to her older sister being a teacher, qualifying her for a generous scholarship, being unpopular would have been a death sentence. She watched the popular kids from afar, always wishing that she could be a part of that elite inner circle, but never daring to aim above her station.
Until the day that Julien fucking Calloway sought her out specifically, inviting Kyla to join her friends — the ultimate elite even by Constance standards — for a night at Dumbo Hall, full makeover included. Suddenly thrown into the world she’d only ever dreamed of, Kyla thinks that her life is finally taking a turn for the better. But with Gossip Girl watching their every move and everyone’s secrets coming to light, Kyla is about to find out that all that glitters really isn’t gold, and she might have been better off with her old anonymity.
All I see is what I should be: Happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy
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Can you believe I died once, I will tell you how and I'll spare you the pictures, because the dude that force his way into my life wanted to cheat with another woman while we were out one evening. Hes an undocumented lowlife wannabe street thug, with no respect or morals a straight woman abuser in disguise, who is the nastiest narcissist I've ever encountered. I don't know how or why I attract them my figure, my spirit , or personality to good I wish I never met him I think that's why I sort of becamean introvert to avoid people such like that. I found out what was going on, blantly in plain sight he disrespectfully was interacting with a disrespectful fat female like himself flirting exchanged numbers. I couldn't believe he tried to hurt me in a public place a billard bar called Wesley's which I think later renamed as Styxs. The bouncer saw him being violent and aggressive, told him to stop made him leave, and sent me outside to my fate with that abusive man. I was scared. He chased me down with my own car, grab me threw me into my vehicle, drove me to a secluded location where no one can see nor find us and started hours of beating me until he broke my my bones and choke me to death. You know how you died the body slips away like sleep and everything slips out and seeps. He panicked and rescietated me. Bad man with mother 5 sister can beat women but can't stand imprisonment. Even after coming too, I realized, I was powerless with a broken wrist to fight him off. He drove off from that location cursed and continued beating me even trying to push me out my own vehicle on the expressway. I was just minding my business that evening after a long day at work, he ask me to go out. I don't know what I did wrong but realize something was wrong and suffered at the hands of someone who should be in jail, but knew how to escape that fate. I wasn't the first or he might rack up more victims. The law doesn't work the way we think it should. It has fail alot of people. I hope instead of more victims to abuse he sees a jail cell for a long time. His mother and sister all made excuses for him as if he was a Saint-Asse. I hope those women of the Saintasse don't ever run into a man like him and feel the warmth of their blood running out side the bodies because he wanted to cheat pathetically. He wanted to destroy me for all the wrong reasons but he needed what I had because he saw alot good things that he couldn't achieve.
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𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 • 𝕠𝕟𝕖
SUMMARY: Tom has to move to New York when his father got a new job and he’s afraid of moving to a different place. (Y/N) is daughter of a world famous fashion stylist and big wealthy lawyer. What happens when this two keep meeting each other everywhere?
Based on my one-shot, Flawless.
PAIRING: Rich!Tom Holland x Rich!Reader (Best Friends to Lovers AU)
WORDS: 6.4K
WARNINGS: Swearing and vomiting.
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𝕠𝕟𝕖 • 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕣𝕜
New York is the city that never sleeps, at least that’s what they all say. Every single person that ever walked through its streets fell in love with them and the images stuck in their head like it was the most amazing time they ever had in their lives. That first step you take, breathing in the new air, you just feel like right there everything… works. Even though it had bad traffic, didn’t smell so nice and it was visually polluted. New York was magical somehow and it made everyone feel home even when they are so far away from their own. That’s how Tom felt like on the first time he stepped foot in New York. Renewed and ready to take what the city would throw at him.
When he first heard that he would be moving to a different country, he was fucking terrified. He was so used to London and his friends, changing it out of the nowhere would be really hard for him. He just started making some solid friendships and it was his senior year, he wasn’t ready to let go of the city. What if he got lonely? Or maybe they didn’t like him? He might be cool for a British kid, but maybe he wasn’t so cool as a New Yorker and people would laugh at him. Things for him were falling perfectly into place, he got a scholarship in one of the best schools in the city, his parents got an awesome apartment on the Upper East Side, but he still was afraid of change.
“You don’t have to go alone, you know that darling?” Nikki said to Tom when he admitted to his mother he was feeling afraid of moving. “The school you just got in has an exchange program and I’m sure the Osterfields would love to come along for a year until you and Harrison graduate. And even if he doesn’t come along, it will be such a great opportunity to you as an actor. Maybe if Harrison came along, it would be good for him too.”
And that’s the story of how Tom’s best friend came with him to America. But how he got there in the first place? Well, it’s very simple. Tom’s dad, Dominic, was a comedian and got offered to work in New York and had to move as quick as he could and he would be there for a long time. After a long conversation, the whole Holland family decided to move with him and they all had to manage their whole year again, including finding a place to support the whole family, a new job for Nikki and new schools for the kids. Luckily, the Hollands were a wealthy family, not extremely wealthy, but money never was a problem. Having their firstborn with a scholarship in one of the best schools in New York was huge for them.
The day they left England was the worst anxiety attack Tom had in his life, but all of the boy’s worries went away the first time he stood in the middle of the city, right in front of his building and took a good look, standing right next to his best mate, who rested an arm over his shoulders with a smile on his face, admiring the city just like the one standing next to him.
“We’re gonna take New York City, mate.” He said loud and proudly, making Tom chuckle at his words, shaking his head.
“I’m so glad we’re doing this together.” The boys smiled at each other and Harrison nodded. He would never admit it, but if Tom moved and they got separated, he wouldn’t know what to do. The two of them were attached to the hip ever since the first day of High School when they met. They were too much alike, the same dreams, similar personalities. It just made sense that they were both there.
“Maybe we’ll be on Broadway very soon.” Harrison arched his eyebrows and that made Tom laugh. Harrison’s smile died and he rolled his eyes. “Why are you laughing?”
“Easy there, mate. You’re dreaming too high.”
“This is a place to dream high.” Harrison winked and retreated to help the rest of the family move their stuff up to the apartment. He turned around before he entered the building carrying some bags and shouted. “Also, I have a good feeling about this place.”
“Yeah, me too.” Tom shouted back and curved his lips into a smile before turning back to the street full of cars before coming back to help his family.
It was a long day of moving, especially since they were doing two apartments in different neighbourhoods. They didn’t have much to organize at that moment, no furniture, only clothes. The full house would take a while until it was ready. For now, all that Tom had was a small mattress to sleep for the first nights and a bunch of bags holding pretty much all of his stuff. One thing was sure, he had only been there for a day, but he was already feeling good about it.
“The apartment is just…” Harrison swallowed hard as if he was trying to find the right words to say when he met Tom the next day for lunch. “Fucking amazing! And the girls… Ugh, they are fantastic. I already got one of their numbers, a tall brunette that lives two apartments above mine, so you know… when our parents are gone…” Harrison arched his eyebrows and Tom caught him midway. Harry rolled his eyes when he joined the boys at the table.
“You will never change.” Harry ran his fingers through his red hair and rolled his eyes. “I thought that maybe a new place would make you guys change somehow. I guess I was wrong.”
“Harry, if there’s one thing that won’t ever change is our love for women.” Tom said frowning a little and Sam joined their conversation.
“Or the lack of love for them.” The brother that just arrived said, making Harrison laugh.
“Yeah, we don’t like relationships. So what?” He shrugged and leaned into the table. “Also it’s a brand new town that doesn’t know our reputation yet.”
Oh yes, Tom and Harrison’s reputation in their school back in London wasn’t the worst one. They were very funny and nice to everyone, but they were also known to be the heartbreakers and to get all the girls they wanted running after them. It wasn’t like they treated them like a piece of garbage for sex and only sex, on contrary, they were the nicest boys in the world and that was what always got them to fall in love with the two. But New York didn’t know that yet and they weren’t planning on changing their reputation because they liked it. Harrison tried to be in a relationship once in the past year, but that didn’t last long. Tom never even liked a girl, at least not in that type of being head over heels about her, heart beating faster and that good feeling on his chest. To be honest, he didn’t even know how it was like to be in love and maybe that’s why he had the reputation to be with every girl. He was still out there trying to find that feeling, but he ended up enjoying playing the game much more than winning it.
“New unexplored girls just dying to meet us. If you want, you can join us, Harry. Since your twin twat is taken.” Tom said, receiving a punch from his younger brother.
“Don’t mention Elysia. I miss her so fucking much and I can’t believe I’m going to do long distance until I’m back.” He boy leaned his head over his hands and rubbed his eyes.
“Ditch her and then you won’t have to do long distance.” Harrison suggested and received a death glare.
“She’s gonna try some other schools for an exchange program since Constance Billard didn’t accept her.” Sam reminded the boys of what happened when he tried to get his girlfriend to come along once he got the news and how that didn’t work out. “And you’re not corrupting my twin brother, I won’t let you.”
“That way he’s gonna die a virgin.” Tom whispered with a hand on his mouth and Harry rolled his eyes.
“I’m not a fucking virgin, I had sex wi… Why am I even telling you this? Fuck off.” Harry made the boys laugh at him, which pissed him off a little. “Can we change the subject?”
“You started it.” Tom did a weird face before burying his face on the menu.
“Shut up.”
(...)
The heels were killing the poor girl’s feet, but she stood strong by the stylist’s side while she gave the interview, displaying the most beautiful sleeve mesh black dress, designed by the woman herself, Josephine (Y/L/N), one of the most respected stylists of the world who happened to be her mother. She was trying not to look bored, but being quiet as if she didn’t exist and being blinded by camera flashes weren’t the most entertaining thing in the world. When it was finished, you couldn’t be more thankful.
(Y/N) (Y/L/N) was getting tired of those events after two full months in Paris working with her mother. She was tired of the red carpets, standing in heels, making small talk with people she didn’t know and were only talking to her because she was somehow important. Of course, all the glamour and the pretty dresses were fun, but in the end, it was all just empty and a momentary feeling of joy. So when she got back to New York, she couldn’t wait to just be in her nighties all day and catch up with her Netflix list, maybe visit her dad and have a drink with her friends at the club. But she had to cancel because her mother needed her to be with the whole team on an event.
“Is it over? Can I go?” She asked her mother, who was now drinking a glass of white wine with a fake smile for the cameras.
“No.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes at her mother and crossed her arms, frowning at her. “Don’t frown, it causes wrinkles.”
“I was planning on visiting dad today.”
“Oh sweetie, he’s in Chicago for the week. Didn’t he tell you?” Josephine caressed her daughter’s left arm which made the girl snort.
“He never returned my calls.” She said a tone under her normal voice. “Can I at least go home and rest? My heels are killing me.”
“That’s the price you gotta pay to look good. Or do you think I’m comfortable in these?” Josie glanced down to her outfit, making her daughter follow her look. She was wearing the biggest baby blue fur coat, a dress and high heels that matched the colour. “I just got used to it. You should too.”
“Well, I’ll only stay if you let me go out with the girls after we’re done here.”
“Where are you going?”
“To the club.” Her mother chuckled and drank down her wine to make it go away.
“I already think you’re drinking was too much and you’re asking for my permission to go drink more in some club? Why don’t I give you the condoms so you’ll have the full liberal mom package?”
“Since when do you care?” The girl frowned and Josie fixed her position to hide her face from the photographers in front of them.
“I’m your fucking mother. I’ll always care. So if I’m saying that my underaged daughter won’t go out and drink, then she’s not.”
“You went to rehab for alcoholism last year and you’re still drinking wine.” (Y/N) pointed her index finger at her mother’s hand, who shrugged.
“Casually, only.” She cut the girl, who took a deep breath to not hit the woman in her face.
“I’ve been drinking since… forever with you. I’m not gonna stop now. At least I don’t have a fucking problem.”
“Okay. So I’m cutting you right now because you’re starting to stress me out and I need a cig.” She got the shinny golden cigarette case out of her purse, making her daughter lose it.
“That’s it, I’m done with your bullshit.” She rushed to the door without even saying goodbye to anyone and not carrying about the photographers around her.
“Where are you going?” Josephine shouted from far away, not even bothering to rush after her.
“I’m going home, mother.” The girl turned around and opened her arms to show defeat.
(Y/N) swam through the sea of photographers with difficulty, making her even more pissed off. The tears in her eyes weren’t helping her at all, only blinding her vision and making her more upset. When she finally got to step out of the building, she bumped right into a person passing on the street, a boy to be exact. He was slightly taller and he looked kind of pretty, but (Y/N) wasn’t in the mood to pay attention to that. He held her by the arms to prevent her from falling. He took a couple of seconds to look at her, but soon enough she freed herself from his arms.
“Sorry. Excuse me, I gotta go.” She didn’t look twice at him, just entered the limo parked next to them as fast as she could, leaving the boy paralyzed looking at the limousine driving away.
“Tom, are you okay?” Harry asked the boy who was still watching the limousine drive away. They just had their lunch and decided to take a walk around Manhattan to get to know it and they slowed their pace when they spotted an event full of photographers and a red carpet coming out of a building. Seconds later, Tom was run over by a girl in a black dress.
“Yeah.” He shook his head and looked to his twin brothers and his best friend.
“That was a really pretty girl.” Harrison said and Tom nodded, running his hand through his brown locks.
“She was crying though.” He frowned and started to walk again, followed by the other boys. “I wonder why she was crying.”
“It’s probably nothing.” One of the boys said, but Tom didn’t even bother to pay attention to which one of them was talking.
“Nobody cries for nothing.”
Tom didn’t know why but he found himself shook with what happened with him and he wasn’t sure why. He saw her crying face and somehow he got worried with that stranger, surrounded by luxury and photographers, wearing fancy clothes and still so sad. It was like some of her sadness was transferred to him when they touched. But come on, he didn’t even know her and he probably would never see her again, why was he feeling so strange like that?
“Welcome to New York, mate.”
(...)
Before the beginning of every school year, the twin schools, Constance Billard and St. Jude, always hosted an event to welcome the students back with lots of music, food and activities. The students loved it because it was a day to reunite with their friends and eat some junk food, even though it was considered a lame event. After all, they were too grown up to participate in their lame activities and the music was always bad. But it was a good way to make new friends if you’re new, like Tom and Harrison.
Being new in school was like you were magnetic and all eyes were on you. That was exactly what happened to the boys and they felt a little exposed when they arrived. Normal people would feel a little embarrassed, but Tom and Harrison were liking all the attention on them, especially from the girls. A lot of people came to talk to them and they were all different. Some guys from the basketball team came to talk to them, some other popular ones and not so nice too, and the girls who were already throwing themselves over them. They even heard some whispers from them trying to guess if they were indeed British.
“I have to admit it’s a little weird. But I’m loving it.” Harrison whispered in Tom’s ear when some people walked away from them.
“Me too. One of the girls even got her hands in my back pocket” Tom said excitedly, remembering the pretty girl and her boldness when she let her hand slip on his ass. He removed a small piece of paper from his pocket and showed it to Harrison. “It’s her number!”
“Nice.” Harrison licked his lips and looked around. “Are you feeling hungry?”
“A little, yeah.”
“Wanna get something to eat?” Tom nodded and Harrison looked around to find something good to eat. “I’m feeling nachos. What about you?”
“I think I’ll stick to the good old hot dog.”
“So we’ll meet in those stairs, okay?” Harrison pointed to some stairs on the school’s entrance and Tom nodded, waving goodbye to his friend.
The first day of the school year was always an event for (Y/N) and for every single person around her. It was very known as the day she searched for new people to be friends with. It started as an innocent thing in her sophomore year due to her lack of real friendships during her freshman year. She was feeling lonely and felt as if people only pretended to be her friend because she was rich and famous, but it didn’t work at all, remaining the same for the next year. On the junior year, she gave up on trying to find someone for a true friend and kind of made a competition out of the day, making some crazy shit happen, like two girls fist fighting for her friendship. So people were looking forward to this year’s first day. (Y/N), on the other hand, wasn’t.
She arrived alone and didn’t spend much time looking around for new people to not give them the false impression that she was looking for someone to be friends with. That was why she kept walking to the stairs in front of Constance Billard’s entrance, where she normally sat with her friends and waited. (Y/N) knew that eventually, people would start sitting around her to talk and it didn’t take long until two girls sit in front of her.
The first one, Courtney Bailey, was a very rich girl that could have much power herself being the daughter of a Wall Street stockbroker, but the lack of confidence made her weak and small, even though (Y/N) tried to build that up plenty of times during the past year but gave up once she realised the girl wasn’t interested in changing. She’s (Y/N) oldest friend since their fathers used to work together and Courtney was the one she would go to when she needed a girl to. The second one, Stacy Brummer, didn’t have the big potential to be a queen bee, all she wanted was status and to suck it all from someone without needing any work, but she was fun to be around, making (Y/N) remain friends with her because Stacy boosted her esteem, although she wasn’t trustable at all.
“Hey, girls. Good to see you.” (Y/N) said when the two girls sat in front of her.
“It’s good to see you too.” Stacy said with a smile on her face. “How was Paris?”
“Tiring.” She sighed remembering the two long months of hard work and having to up with her mother’s bullshit. “But it was good to finally be sure that I want law school as my future.”
“Are you sure? I mean, you’re such a fashionista! I always imagined you following your mother’s steps.” Courtney finally said and (Y/N) shrugged. They always thought she would turn out to be like her mother, but the truth was that she was tired of the fashion world and she wanted to prove the world that she was more than just a pretty face by following her father’s steps, all the way to Harvard’s Law School.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” She sympathetically smiled at them. “What about your summer, girls?”
“I spent it on The Hamptons and it was amazing. So many pretty boys and I had so much fun playing with them.” Courtney remembered her summer and started to ramble on about it.
“That’s my girl.” (Y/N) winked and slightly touched the tip of Courtney’s nose with her finger. “And you, Stacy?”
“I went to Los Angeles with my boyfriend and his family. It was nice, except for the fact that after it I had to start calling him ex-boyfriend.” She shrugged and looked anywhere else. (Y/N) knew that she was just being dramatic.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. I just had to get away with him for a while to find out it wasn’t meant to be.” The girls nodded and waited for her to finish. “He’s a dick, so I don’t feel bad.”
“Oh, there’s Noel!” Courtney pointed at the boy approaching them.
Noel Kaim was one of the most popular guys in school and one of the richest as well. His father practically owned Wall Street and a good part of Brooklyn buildings. Also, he was part of the rugby team and any jock in St. Jude was automatically popular. To help out, he was very attractive, with his dark hair that always looked good and in place; light green eyes that were so deep and felt like they could penetrate your soul; and fancy clothes that were a big contribution to his appearance. Noel had a small thing for (Y/N) since they met and they always had something going on between them, always hooking up when they had the chance and everybody in school knew they had a thing, but it never got bigger than an affair for fun. He was a good company and a huge booster for her self-esteem, also a good listener and friend, maybe the one she liked the most. Still, she knew he only wanted her because of her good reputation and popularity, and to satisfy his needs.
“Hello, ladies.” He said with a small smile of his lips and looking at both the girls sitting a few step under (Y/N) until his eyes landed on her. “(Y/N).”
“Hi, Noel.” If she was being honest, (Y/N) was also getting tired and bored with Noel because it was starting to get clingy and it pissed her off. In his mind, she was her property and he was certain that they were more than just a fixed hook up. Ever since they last saw each other, the day before she left for Europe, she’s been on the dry and even though she would never admit it, she missed Noel.
“So, you’re back from Paris.” He ran his fingers through his hair and bite his bottom lips because he knew it would drive her insane, which worked.
“And you’re back from Brazil.” She fixed her hair and sighed.
“I thought you would have called me once you landed in America.”
“Well, Noel. The world does not turn around you. I was busy. Also, I was pissed because you didn’t even text me for the past two months.” (Y/N) smiled cynically and Noel got a little speechless.
“I was busy too.” He defended and she shrugged.
“I don’t care anymore. Anywho… I’m gonna get something to eat.” (Y/N) stood and bumped their shoulders as she passed by. He held her by the wrist making her turn back to face him.
“I’ll see you tonight? My parents are gone for the whole week.” He said keeping his voice low, so it would be a little more private, even though a lot of people were around to hear what they were saying.
“I’ll think about it.” She winked and walked away swaying her hips side to side because if Noel was playing a game to drive her crazy, so would she.
Leaving him on the cold was part of the game, and of course, she was dying for some hotdogs after long two months without eating real fast food and she was getting tired of all the croissants and fancy food, all she wanted was some dirty New York food and there was nothing better than food truck’s hotdogs. Her mom would probably have a heart attack if she saw her eating those, but she didn’t care.
She was much more comfortable on her own, eating that delicious hot dog and listening to the (bad) music on her own while searching for new faces around the students. She wasn’t looking for new friends anymore, but she couldn’t help if she was curious about what’s new around her. After a while, she came back to her friends and filled them up with new stories from her “vacations” in France.
Tom was also having a good time with Harrison and talking to some other people that were being very nice to him. He was exploring the new territory in the best way possible, making a lot of new friends, getting familiar with what was around him and laughing a lot during that.
“So are you enjoying New York?” One of the guys they were talking to, Tyrell, asked.
“Yes. I mean, we love London, but we are loving what we’ve seen so far.” Harrison replied before Tom even opened his mouth.
“Also, the babes are helping.” Tom smiled and winked at a girl passing by, making her blush and send a kiss his way. The guys around them laughed at his actions.
“You guys are really fun to hang with.”
“That’s a nice thing to hear.” Tom smiled and fixed his hair. “To be honest, I was very nervous about people not liking me.”
“That’s impossible, you guys are cool.” Another guy, maybe his name was Fran, said and they all agreed. “Also, you’re stealing the spotlight. Everyone’s got their eyes on you two.”
“And that’s a good thing?” Harrison asked and the guys nodded.
“That’s a fucking awesome thing around here. St. Jude’s and Constance Billard care too much about popularity and it’s not even officially the first day and yet, you guys managed to get all the eyes to you.”
Tom smirked and looked around the new environment that was going to be home for a whole year for him, and to be honest, it didn’t look bad. Both him and (Y/N) were having a good time with friends until they felt sick and the biggest urge to just throw up. Tom didn’t get the chance to go inside the school, throwing up in the nearest trash bin.
“Wow, Tommy, are you okay?” Harrison asked his friend who was now looking green as ever and could just faint right there. He shook his head, hand resting on his tummy and Harrison nodded. “I’m taking you to the nursery.”
(Y/N) got to the bathroom as quickly as she could and threw everything in the toilet. Luckily it was empty, so no one saw her thrown at the floor, reaching for her scrunchie to tie her hair in a bun. It all happened too quickly and she didn’t have time to even tell her friends what was going on. Courtney came over looking for her and found her destroyed on the floor.
“Oh, baby. Get up here and I’ll clean this makeup off your face and we’ll get you to the nursery.” She helped (Y/N) get up and lean against the bathroom sink, where she used makeup wipes from her purse to clean her face and a toothbrush from (Y/N)’s purse so she could clean her teeth. “C’mon, let’s get your ass to the nursery.”
The nursery was crowded that day and apparently, everyone that had hot dogs got food poisoning. Harrison was very worried about Tom and he dragged his best mate to the crowded room where the nurses were working their asses off to help everyone. One of them came to Tom and already knew what to do, get him away from Harrison to a separated room where he got an IV and was told to hold a bucket for if he felt sick again. When Courtney came with (Y/N), they did the same thing to her. When she finally got to take a good look around the room she was inserted, she knew that something fucked up happened.
(Y/N) never felt so vulnerable in front of a good part of the school, running for the bathroom to throw up, all makeup removed and feeling very ill. Everybody knew her as the power it girl that showed no weakness and there she was, holding a bucket in a room with at least ten people around her. Tom wasn’t feeling much better than her, a little embarrassed that he threw up on the first day of school in front of everyone. He didn’t even get to the bathroom to hide from the whole school, he had done just do it in front of everyone. But he knew he wasn’t alone judging by the faces around him. He took the opportunity to look at every single one of them individually, analyzing how bad they were until his eyes landed on her.
(Y/N) was sitting next to him, curled up in her seat, hidden behind a bucket, playing with the IV’s tubes and some small tears falling from her face, which she was trying to hide. And Tom recognized her, of course he would. She was the girl who bumped into him back in his first day in New York and was crying her eyes out. Her image was stuck in his head for weeks now and he was struggling to get it out. Why she was always crying?
“Hey, are you okay?” Tom asked keeping his voice low so nobody could hear what he was saying.
“I-I don’t think anyone here is okay.” She sobbed and cleaned some tears that were falling when she realised someone noticed it.
“I recognize you.” She furrowed her eyebrows when those words left his mouth. The boy talking to her was visibly new in school, but maybe he knew her from tabloids and the fashion world. “You’re the girl I bumped on the street a couple of weeks ago.” Her eyes widened and she started to remember the last time she bumped into someone. Her memory went back to that awful event where she ran away from her mother and bumped into a guy on the sidewalk. She didn’t remember much of his face since she didn’t see it at all, blinded by the tears.
“Uhm, I’m sorry about that.”
“Why are you always crying?” He asked softly and she tried to come up with an excuse but started to cry harder. She cleaned her throat and leaned back into her seat.
“I, uhm… Am feeling vulnerable right now. You’re new in school, but all eyes are on me all the time. And I’m wearing no makeup, I’m green as a pea and I’m crying because I don’t like to feel like this.”
“Hey, it’s okay. You’re only human, these things happen.” He tried to comfort her and she shrunk in her seat. Nobody around there was ever nice to her, considering they all acknowledge her reputation from the second they stepped into that school. “Why were you crying them?”
“I don’t really wanna talk about it.” She lowered her head and they fell into an uncomfortable silence. She wanted to talk to him though, because no one had ever been that nice to her, especially on the first time they met and something about him made her want to know more. “You know, no one ever asked me what was wrong before.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” He lowered his head and for the first time that day, she let a small smile form on her lips.
“I like it.” Tom’s eyes widened when she said that and he smiled give her some comfort. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”
“I’m Tom Holland.”
“You’re an exchange student, right? Maybe Australia or…”
“England. I just moved here from London.” (Y/N) nodded and moaned when she felt sick again, but she held it in. There was no way she would vomit in front of a bunch of people. Tom was thinking the same, especially while he was talking to the girl who stuck in his mind for days just by bumping into him in the middle of the street, and now she had a name.
“Welcome to New York, mate.” She winked, trying to force a British accent, which made Tom giggle. “Just be careful with the food trucks.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever eat a hot dog again.” He moaned and she truly laughed, feeling a little better to be having a conversation with someone that didn’t even know about her reputation and wasn’t going to talk to her because it was convenient.
“Well, that’s just not true.”
“You’re right, darling.” He smiled and closed his eyes to concentrate on not vomiting. “Uhm, I’m sorry that you’re sad. You shouldn’t be crying because you feel vulnerable. If there’s anything I can do to cheer you up…”
“Tom, you’re a nice guy.” She cut him and he nodded for her to continue. “But you’re new in school and you don’t want to be friends with me.”
“Why wouldn’t I? You seem pretty nice.”
“Well, I’m not.” She said in a serious tone and Tom started to feel bad because he felt as if something he said was wrong. “You’ll learn that people don’t like me very soon and I’m already anticipating it before you get disappointed.”
“(Y/N), I don’t care about what the others think. But I do care about what I think and I think you’re very cool.” She smiled again and nodded. “I guess the meds are starting to work. Do you feel better?”
“Kind of. I just want my bed and to be alone.” She rubbed her eyes and looked around the room. People around them were too sick to care about their conversation and they were keeping their voice low to not bother anyone.
“Yeah, me too.” They fell into silence again, but it wasn’t that uncomfortable yet. They wanted to keep talking but were both insecure with what to say. Even though they had a nice moment together, they just met and sharing too much might not be the best idea.
“I was upset with someone that day.” She said once he wasn’t even looking, but it was a courageous step to keep talking to him. “Family is shit.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” He pressed his lips together and looked at her with a little bit of pity. “Family can suck sometimes, but I hope everything is alright now.”
“I don’t think it will ever be, but it’s okay.” She smiled weakly and nodded. “Let’s not talk about depressing things right now or I’ll start crying again. Also, you just met me and I’m pretty sure you’re the only person in the world to think I’m cool.” He laughed smoothly and nodded. “By the way, huge mistake.”
“I don’t think it is. But I guess I’ll have to stick around to find out.” He winked, making her blush harder than ever.
They had to stay there for a while in observation, so they kept talking about some small stuff. Where they were from, Tom’s first time in America, some school things and from all the people Tom met today, (Y/N) was the best, even though she didn’t have the best reputation around both of the schools, but he wasn’t sure why. He knew she was popular and slightly famous, but the reason why she was afraid of being vulnerable and a little lonely was still unknown.
Tom wanted to stick around and learn much more about her and he could swear it was so comfortable to be around her and just talk, it all just occurred to smoothly. Something about her attracted him, but not the kind of attraction he felt towards other girls, this was different but he didn’t know what it was. She was just… different. Actually, he couldn’t put a word to what she was.
On the other way, (Y/N) thought Tom was the nicest guy she’d ever met. For years guy only talked to her to get into her pants or maybe take some advantage of her. Tom just talked to her because he saw her crying. Although maybe he was trying to get in her pants, after all, she didn’t know him. But he didn’t give her that vibe and that’s why she was so comfortable around him.
By the time they got out of the nursery, Harrison had been waiting for his mate outside the whole time. He was really worried and didn’t know where else to go until he got out. (Y/N) found it very cute, but got a little sad that there was no one out there waiting worriedly for her. You can have all the money, power and popularity in the world, but they will never overpower real friendship and happiness.
“Uhm, thank you for distracting me.” (Y/N) said when Tom was done talking to his friend.
“Don’t need to thank me. You were a nice company.”
“I hope this school doesn’t give you the wrong impression of me. I’m definitely not what I show them.” She fixed her hair and pressed her lips together.
“So you should show yourself much more because I like the real you.” He truly made her smile with that. “If that’s what you gave me.”
“At least I tried to.” They both chuckled and fell into silence a couple of seconds later. They didn’t know how to say goodbye to each other. Maybe just a wave, or a hug… It was awkward. “I’ll see you around?”
“Of course, you won’t get rid of me very easily.” He winked and she leaned in for a small hug. He was caught by surprise but hugged her back.
“I’m sorry, I was too invasive.” She blushed and he shrugged.
“It’s okay. I liked it.” She gave him a small grin and Tom looked back at Harrison, waiting for him in the corner, to hide his blush. “I have to go, but I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“After class?” She squinted her eyes waiting for his response and he nodded. “Okay.”
“Cool.” Tom blush only grew bigger and he stepped back. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye!”
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Stars Aligned: A Zodiac Fanfic
I'm doing a little characters test with a new OC of mine. She is based in a steam-punk world where powers are given to everyone at birth based on the star sign they were born under. Maikela is a known illusionist. Outfit design done by yours truly.
“You lied to me! You lying-”
“Nu-uh.” Maikela extended a leather-clad finger, pressing it to the lips of the monocled man with whom she spoke. “Your mother raised you better than that.”
His eye twitched, his fists curled in a knuckle-white grip by his side. He practically shook from poorly concealed rage, his lithe frame quivering under the illustrious black fabric of his tailcoat.
Once she was sure that he would no longer sully his tongue with profanities, Maikela daintily removed her finger.
She feigned a look of hurt, grasping at her chest and knitting her eyebrows together. “Me? Lie? Why, Lord Sisyphus. You wound me.”
Outside the quiet confines of the Billard Room, the sounds of chatter and music drifted through the thin walls, coming from the dazzling ball was taking place. Men and women of high social stature gather inside the grandiose room, clothes in only the most ornate of fineries. Each one an attempt to outdo the other resulting in comically overdressed individuals peacocking around the ballroom, zealously flaunting their wealth.
The ladies with their fans raised against their lips gossiped among each other in hushed tones while the gentlemen attempted to court and swoon. It was all a trivial affair, heedlessly pointless but attending this ball was an absolute necessity in accordance to her father.
Much to Maikela’s acquiescence, he had sent her out to the ball on a retrieval mission, pursuing rumours about the host’s treasonous infidelities. Apparently a consultant of her father’s would be in attendance and offered some incriminating evidence in the form of photography. Of course, he would only hand them over for the right price.
Lord Sisyphus merely scoffed at her response, turning his shoulders away from her as Maikela continued with a pleasant smile. “Surely you know, my Lord.” She ends of her lips tilted upwards in a subtle smirk as she pressed her finger against her lips. “I never lie. I merely allowed you to believe the wrong truth.”
The disgruntled aristocrat did not appear amused by her word. “Fallacy.” He snapped, leaning in closer. “Your father promised me cash in return for the photos, girl. Now I that I have given you them, I expect our agreement to be honoured.”
Tsking softly, Maikela shook her head. She clasped her hands loosely at her hips, her smile never once faltering. “I believe his exact words were “adequate payment”, not money.”
“What’s the difference?” Sisyphus’s wrinkled brow creased with frustration.
“Kind, sir. Surely you jest.” Maikela’s eyes widened in an innocuous expression. “In some cultures, karma is about repaying an untold debt to the universe.”
“I don’t see how this has anything to do with my transaction.” Sisyphus folded his arms in the most ungentlemanly fashion.
“I beg you to practice patience.” Maikela’s tone took on flirtatious lilt. “Good things come to boys to wait.”
The lord blanched slightly at the sudden salacious remark. “I- I beg your pardon?”
Maikela paid no heed to Sisyphus’ solicitous concern. “I have it under good authority that you have been embezzling money from your own charity, using it to fund your interests in arms dealing and excessive amounts of alcohol.”
“Excuse you?” Sisyphus growled, his teeth grinding against each other.
“I feel that keeping your... endeavours a secret from the populace is adequate payment for your photographs, is it not?” Maikela drawled on, her tone pitched and lazily expressing no real concern with the issue.
It took the lord a few moments to comprehend Maikela’s intentions. Once he did, she noticed the stirrings of vindictive wrath flash behind his cerulean gaze. “You are blackmailing me?!”
“To put it in the simplest and most ineloquent of terms... yes, yes I am.” Maikela flashed him another one of her dazzling smiles.
“You are going to regret that. I will ruin you!” Sisyphus proclaimed dramatically.
Maikela turned away, walking gracefully towards the exit of the Billiar Room. With a serene smile, she raised her left hand into the air, offering the infuriated lord a passing farewell without making eye contact. She gingerly allowed her parasol to rest upon her shoulder.
“Have fun with that.” She purred lackadaisically.
Before Maikela could reach the doors, they swung open, nearly hitting the lady in her face. Unfazed by the jarring motion, Maikela did not even wince. Instead, she tilted her chin upwards to gaze dully at the two figures who loomed menacingly over her petite frame.
“Oh.” Lord Sisyphus chuckled darkly. “I meant that you would pay right now. I’ll let your father find your beaten body outside of his manor. Then he will know the consequences of messing with me.”
Maikela did not move, she merely raised her chin to meet the unwavering gazes of her opponents.
“Oh?” Was all she had to say.
One of the men in a blue suit softly closed the door to the billiard room, locking it with a muted ‘clink’.
“Make haste. We don’t want her screaming to distract the rest of the guests from their leisure.” Sisyphus hummed callously.
Upon his command, the man in the brown suit lunged, beefy arms spreading out to grab hold of Maikela’s delicate frame. As his hands came into contact with the ruffles of her dress, Maikela shattered, her form crumbling like porcelain dust where it dissipated into the carpet
“What?” The muscle growled, clenching a fist over the empty air where Maikela stood only seconds prior.
“Yoo-hoo.” Maikela crooned softly.
Three pairs of eyes swivelled to stare up at her.
She had perched herself adroitly up on top of one of the many bookshelves that lined the room, one leg folded neatly over the other. A serene Cheshire smile spread across her pristine features as she waved her hand delicately down at the men below her. Her parasol rested against her shoulder in the opened position, the pink lacing casting intricate shadows down upon the men below.
“H-how?” Lord Sisyphus stammered, jamming his hands into his pockets in lament. He rolled his eyes. “Enough of your tricks.”
Chuckling, Maikela gracefully leapt off the wardrobe, her parasol catching air as she fluttered towards the ground. Her feet hardly made a sound as it came into contact with the wooden tiles underfoot.
She stared at her attackers, an unspoken challenge burning behind her sweet smile. With the fluidity of a feline, she raised her parasol, closing it. Bringing it over her head, she extended the umbrella out in front of her as one would do in fencing, issuing a silent challenge.
Raconous laughter echoed through the room as Sisyphus clutched his stomach, another peal of hearty laughter falling from his quivering lips. “What... what are you doing?” He gasped between fits of snickers. “You planning to shade us to death, little girl?”
Maikela did not speak a word, nor did she lose that self-assured smile. Instead, she silently drew her thumb up along the handle of the parasol. With a click of a button, a silver sword slid soundlessly from the tip of the umbrella, its point gleaming dangerously in the dim lighting.
The realisation that Maikela’s parasol was a hidden weapon silenced Sisyphus. He stared for a moment, before smirking. “Suit yourself. We still outnumber you.”
Without uttering a word, Maikela extended her free hand, gazing at the three of them with a ‘come-hither’ expression and beckoning hand.
That was all the command they needed. Both bodyguards rushed Maikela simultaneously as the latter braced herself for the attack.
Blue’s fist came flying towards her face however it stopped short as Blue suddenly tensed, stumbling back.
Maikela had jammed the blunt end of her parasol directly into his gut, smiling prettily as he fell away from her. She tilted her umbrella upwards, opening it and allowing it to rest delicately on her left shoulder.
Brown took up the front of the fight, aiming a flurry of punches at the smaller girl.
Humming casually, Maikela danced around him, dodging each blow. Her smaller stature enabled faster reaction time. All she had to do was wear him out.
True to her predictions, Brown began to falter in his attacks, chest heaving with the strain.
“My turn.” Maikela giggled, folding her parasol and blocking a punch which rendered Brown’s right side exposed. With a well-placed roundhouse kick, she dislodged her attacker, setting him off balance.
Maikela swept her parasol under his feet and he stumbled off to the side, crashing heavily against the ground.
Smiling, Maikela leapt forward, the gleaming tip of her sword poised to plunge into Brown’s under-protected jugular.
However, a heavyweight threw her off as Blue seemed to have recovered from the blow he had been dealt. He launched her to the ground, but the moment she touched the wooden panelling, Maikela once again shattered, leaving Blue to crash into the floor inconsequentially.
Appearing behind him, Maikela kicked his rump, driving him further into the ground. The sound of a clicking gun brought her attention towards Sisyphus.
Maikela was quick to twirl around, facing away from the lord and opening her umbrella. As the shot rang out, the bullet bounced harmlessly off the microlattice “lace” of her parasol.
Smiling, Maikela turned back around to find that Blue and Brown had recovered and were fast approaching. Maikela blocked the first punch with her umbrella, aiming the tip against his chin she quickly unfurled it. The parasol snapped open, clocking Brown in the face.
Blue was quick to fall into place but he did not last too long either as Maikela’s high kick hit him in the jaw.
Growling, Brown attempted a kick to her chest.
Launching herself backwards, Maikela sprung off her hands, landing comfortably in a leather armchair at the head of the billiard table.
Maikela tauntingly opened her parasol, laying it over her left shoulder and spinning it in a playful manner, her legs neatly crossed, poised as if she were ready to receive some tea. She giggled teasingly at Blue and Brown who continued to approach whilst Sisyphus loaded another round.
“Your games are through. This ends here.” Sisyphus demanded, raising the firearm. “I was hoping to suit my fancies but you are making proceedings unnecessarily difficult so unfortunately, I will have to get sloppy.” Then he squeezed the trigger.
The round fired from the pistol as sparks flew through the air. The bullet sailed through the air, penetrating the sound barrier with a concussive boom before hitting Maikela square in the chest.
As soon as the bullet touched her skin, the illusion shattered, revealing Blue gagged and tied to the armchair in her place. Blood leaked into his suit, staining the hand-sewn satin dark crimson. Sisyphus appeared to be positively befuddled as he spun on his heels to glare at the Blue who had been standing behind him.
Smirking, imposter Blue tilted his head, revealing two unmistakeable eye colours. One pink and the other blue.
“You...” Sisyphus raised the gun but Blue grabbed it, ripping it from his hands.
Fractal-like patterns shifted along his arms causing his figure to shimmer. Sisyphus blinked as he found himself staring at his mirror image. Except his other self had two separate coloured eyes.
Making use of the real Sisyphus’ shock, fake Sisyphus slammed the base of the gun into Brown’s head.
The hired help dropped like a stone to the ground, vision swimming and sparks of pain flaring across his agitated body.
The heavy oaken door of the billiard room slammed open, sending the lock flying across the room and clattering against the wall.
Maikela had dropped the firearm and resumed her own shape, however, now bruises and cuts marred her flesh. Blood leaked from a busted lip, trickling down her chin as a panic-stricken cry rose into her throat.
The man who had busted down the door rushed into the room. He wore a simple white tux with golden accents, his eyes framed by wire-rimmed glasses.
“Maikela, I have been looking for you everywhere. Why did you run of- oh my gosh!” He gasped as he took note of her beaten shape.
“Jack!” Maikela sobbed, tears pricking the corners of her gaze as she fled over to him, flinging herself into his arms. “T-these men. T-they tried t-to hurt me. They attacked me.” She stumbled over, steadying herself on his bicep, shaking with a renewed vigour as a fresh wave of tears wracked her bruised body. “T-they wanted my father’s money... w-what if they kidnapped me? Oh my-”
“Shh.” Jack consoled her, looking up to glare at Sisyphus who stood dumbfounded by the table.
“The girl lies. She scammed me out of my payment!” Sisyphus argued, rolling his eyes. “If you think that man will save you, you are sorely mistaken. I am untouchable.”
“Not by the law, you aren’t.” Jack hissed, with one hand he held up the weeping form of Maikela, and with the other, he reached into his pocket, procuring a police badge. He showed it to Sisyphus, his tone gruff. “You are under arrest for assailing a woman and attempted abduction.”
"What?” Sisyphus objected, practically fuming. “Don’t you know who I am?”
“Save it for the courtroom,” Jack mumbled and gingerly set Maikela down.
The girl quivering, hiccuping softly, her lower lip trembling.
Jack withdrew a handkerchief from his coat pocket, wiping the tears from her cheek. “I am sorry I never got the chance to dance with you, my lady.” He cooed.
Sniffling, Maikela nodded. “I-I am just glad that you made it.”
Jack forced a smile. “I will take care of this gentleman and his henchmen and then I will come back for you to escort you home... I told you that a cop like myself has no place with the gentlefolk of the upper tier.”
A strained chuckle fell from Maikela’s lips as she looked up at Jack, her gaze shimmering with tears. “Thank you.”
“Of course, my lady.” He murmured the turned on his heel, stalking towards Sisyphus.
Jack listed Sisyphus’ rights in a flat tone whilst he handcuffed the lord with two magnetic rings, pulled together by an energy field that binds the body. As Jack forced Sisyphus out of the billiard room, the lord swivelled his head to send one last scathing look but what he saw caused him to falter.
Maikela’s abrasions had all but vanished, leaving her as stately and pristine as ever. She smiled at him coyly, the ghost of a smirk touching her lips as she tauntingly waved her fingers in farewell.
Sisyphus’ throat felt dry as he glared daggers into the ground, attracting quite the commotion as he and Jack passed through the ballroom. The music faltered as thousands of eyes turned to don him, hundreds of moths moved in hushed whispers, each one discussing the unlikely scene before them.
Rising to her feet, Maikela brushed off her pants. She retrieved her parasol from the floor, tapping it twice on the ground. Her form shimmered as a bountiful hoopskirt materialised, intricate lace drapings adorned the bust of her dress. A halter top crossed her chest and her jacket shortened to accommodate the sudden gown. Smiling, Maikela appraised her outfit in a nearby mirror before she exited the billiard room, brushing imaginary wrinkles from her dress.
Maikela had purposefully invited Jack, an officer from their local law enforcement to join her at the party under the guise of wishing to court. He was more than eager to agree. Maikela needed only to ensure that he runs into some trouble arriving at the ball to give her enough time to retrieve the photographs from Sisyphus and expose him to be arrested.
Every single detail about her plan had been carefully orchestrated, each scenario thought and then rethunk to include potential complications such as Jack arriving earlier than expected or not at all. Fortunately, he had arrived just when expected and Maikela made a mental note to thank a few people for ensuring this.
As Maikela glided across the ballroom, the nobles did not appear to trifle themselves with trivial concerns such as arrests. The music was quick to resume, and their sprawling figure rejoined in with the courtly dancing.
Maikela slid through the ground moving hastily and dodging any servants offering drinks and other amenities. She was on a tight schedule and needed one last thing from the host’s manor before making her departure.
For those interested:
Maikela was heavily, heavily inspired by Patty Hearst. Maikela's father runs an influential news chain and media company. He is the owner of nearly every major tabloid and paper in town. He uses his daughter’s skills to collect sensitive data on rivals to present to the public in his papers. And he will use methods that are not exactly legal in order to get that big scoop.
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