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alastairstom · 2 months

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What is ur personal favourite, hands down recommended reading order? The way you like most, the way that's the most optimal way of reading it? According to you of course (and maybe including extra chapters) ? :))

Key:

Cassie Clare Canon -> If a short story is listed by name, it means I recommend you read it there rather than where I list the rest of the story collection. Or, you know, you could reread the story and have fun ;)

My fanfic

NOT PUBLISHED YET. Indicates a WIP that I am actively working on. I did not list WIPs that I am not actively working on.

My fanfic, but NSFW

@vwritesaus fanfic because I accept all her works as canon and also we share almost every headcanon so they fit in with all the other stuff on this list.

W/T -> Wessa

M -> Matthew

EIR -> Expert in Romantics Series

T/A -> Thomastair

TWLTB -> Together We'll Learn to Breathe Series

J/C -> Herondaisy

Note: I have only included fanfics that are fully canon compliant. I have others as does V, and you should read those too :P But these are just canon and bonus chapters.

TID

When Our Eyes Meet, Darling, I Fancy You

Have I Known You Twenty Seconds or Twenty Years? W/T

Leaves, Cider Donuts, and William Herondale W/T

Happy Birthday, My Tess W/T

Tale as Old as Time W/T

The Howling Wind W/T

My Hips and Thighs and Whispered Sighs (Oh Lord) W/T

The Whitechapel Fiend

A Tale of a Great Behemoth W/T

Nothing But Shadows

Cast Long Shadows

Come Feel This Magic I've Been Feeling Since I Met You T/A

Every Exquisite Thing

A Combination of Shock and Awe M

The Midnight Heir

The Penultimate Hours

Chain of Gold

Empty Bottles, Heavy Hearts, the Memories of Broken Dreams T & Lily

The Letter Game

Part-Time Soulmate, Full-Time Problem T/A

Chain of Iron

Chain of Thorns

Daisy, My Daisy... J/C

breathe T/A

Enouement J/C

Chrysalism T/A

Can We Dance Through an Avalanche? T/A

Serindipity Ari/Anna NOT PUBLISHED YET.

Adronitis NOT PUBLISHED YET.

A Therapeutic Chain of Events T/A TWLTB

The Closet Game A & C

The Golden Age of Something Good and Right and Real T/A

Butterflies J/C

Prices & Vices (I End Up in Crisis) M & A

Your Flower's Filled With Vitriol M & A

In the Gutter, Looking at the Stars M & A

The Name We Give Our Mistakes M

Summer Went Away (Still the Yearning Stays) M

Love Thorns All Over This Rose J/C

You Drew Scars Around My Stars T/A TWLTB

Passed Down Like Folk Songs (The Love Lasts So Long) T/A

Taffy Stuck and Tongue Tied A & Grace

It's a Love Story (Baby Just Say Yes) J/C

Soul to the Universe (Wings to the Mind) J/C, T/A, M

I Can See You (Up Against a Wall With Me) J/C

Across our Great Divide There Is a Glorious Sunrise M

Fourty-Eight M

Dreamscapes on the Wall T/A

I'm a Fire and I'll Keep Your Brittle Heart Warm T/A

The Diaries of Sir Thomas Lightwood, Age 14 T/A

what's in a kiss (by any other touch would feel just as sweet) T/A

A Troublesome Tale of Truffles & Trifles T/A

Religion in Your Lips (the Altar Is My Hips) T/A

A Dazzling Haze, A Mysterious Way About You T/A

Seeking Lapsang Souchang J/C

The Crown You Never Take Off T/A

Closets of Backlogged Dreams T/A

dear christopher T/A

Life Is Not Complex (We Are Complex) M EIR Eugenia/OC

The Cheap Severity of Abstract Ethics M & T/A

Walk, Walk, Fashion Baby M & T

Got Me Right Where You Want Me, Baby (Could I Be More Obvious?) T/A

More Than Anything: A Thomas and Alastair Drabble Collection T/A

The Besotted Couple's Guide to Half-Baked Mistakes J/C

Privacy Sign on the Whole World J/C

Until the Stars Burn Out: A James and Cordelia Drabble Collection J/C

Flying in a Dream, Stars By the Pocketful T/A

Twenty Minutes T/A

hygge T/A

Like a Candle You Burnt Out T/A

Christmas on the Balcony W/T

The Surprise T/A & C

i'm only me when i'm with you J/C

Every Tear's a Rain Parade From Hell T/A TWLTB

A Dwindling Mercurial High T/A TWLTB

Bloodsucker, Famefucker T/A TWLTB

Baby You Got Lucky Cause You're Rockin With the Best T/A

Is This the End of All the Endings? (My Broken Bones Are Mending) T/A

Dinner in the Dark T/A

For One Moment, Our Lives Met (Our Souls Touched) M EIR Ragnor/Catarina

Fashion Is Ephemeral (Art Is Eternal) Matthew EIR T/A

A Little Sincerity (A Dangerous Thing) M EIR Risa/OC

The Moon in Her Chariot of Pearl M EIR T/A

Days Future: Paris 1912 T/A

A Ribbon of Dream T/A

Kaleidoscope of Loud Heartbeats Under Coats T/A

Moonlight Sonata and I T/A

Connecting the Tide to the Sand That Was Dry T/A

Love on Ice T/A

portrait of a dissipated parisian T/A

Time, Mystical Time M

TMI 1-4

The Red Scrolls of Magic

TMI 5-6

Tales From the Shadowhunter Academy

The Bane Chronicles

TDA, if you absolutely must, but I usually recommend people don't waste their time.

Ghosts of the Shadow Market

The Lost Book of the White

Sentimental Boy Is My Nom de Plume W/T

This Beautiful Beast M T/A and Kit H

TWP

#emmalovesfitzloved reading order #please just save this post or track that tag #so i dont have to do this again lol it takes like an hour #i'll update it though #elfl #ask

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noxtms · 10 months

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dear reagan ; we are pleased to inform you that your application for MARGARET WEASLEY has been accepted to 𝐧𝐨𝐱 ! sarah snook is now taken. you have twenty four hours to submit your account, or else your role will be reopened !

⧼ sarah snook, cis woman, she/her / breezeblocks by alt-J + i still remember you as a little girl who overwaters plants because she doesn't know when to stop giving. / the youngest sister, the softest heart. you never had any reason to doubt who you gave your heart to, and so you didn't. you trust with the blind innocence of an infant, with the mind and knowledge of an adult. the world may throw the worst of itself at you, but that will not stop you from loving the world. you see the good in the bad, and that is your greatest strength, but also your destined downfall. / the family tree, leaves falling more than they should. an aunt, a sister, a mother to many, but not as many as you used to be. ⧽ ━━ hey, isn’t that MARGARET WEASLEY? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the FOURTY year old pure blood WITCH is a GRYFFINDOR alumnus who has gone on to be a MEDIWITCH. i’ve heard they can be quite GENTLE & PASSIONATE, but i don’t know… they came off very SELF-SACRIFICING & GULLIBLE in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it? [ reagan, twenty2, EST, they/them ]

#hp rp #harry potter rp #appless rp #fandom rp #canon rp #oc rp #mumu rp #established rp #accepted.

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luna-the-shark4254 · 2 years

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Ddlc and SCP incorrect quotes

pairs:

sayori w/ 049-j

Yuri w/ 049

Natsuki w/ 035

Monica w/ Catgurl

incorrect quotes now

*Catgurl and Monica playing minecraft* Catgurl: Oh no, oh no, oh no- Monica: What’s wrong? Catgurl: I did a thing. Monica: You regret the thing you dID- Catgurl: *screams* Monica: What the fuck did you do- *sees mass of aggravated Piglin* Damn it- Catgurl: *screams again*

Sayori: I’m sad. 049-j: Don’t be sad, because sad backwards is das. 049-j: And das not good.

049-j: Are you having another depressive episode? Sayori: A depressive episode? Sayori: I'm having a depressive series and we're just on season one.

*at a zoo* 049-j: What are they in for? Sayori: 049-j, this isn't prison. 049-j: So they can leave? Sayori: No, but- 049-j, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

Sayori: That shirt looks great, Natsuki. Natsuki: Thanks. Sayori: But I bet it would look even better on 035's floor. 035: Are you hitting on Natsuki... for me?

Yuri: Here’s the cold medicine you asked for. Yuri: *dumps 3 shopping bags of wine on the table* 049: ...Thanks.

Natsuki: Is the plural of milf/dilf milfs/dilfs or milves/dilves? Monica: Milfs. 049-j: Milf/dilf is an acronym, you can't change the spelling to milves/dilves. Natsuki: Wait, they're acronyms? What do they stand for??? Sayori: Mom in late forties, dad in late fourties. Sayori: I learned that from the movie called M.I.L.F that I saw the trailer of in theaters probably 5 to 7 years ago. 049-j: Mom/dad I'd Love to Fuck. Natsuki: WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK— Natsuki: I NEVER REALIZED IT WAS ACTUALLY HORNY! Sayori: Oh, is it not mom in late fouries? Monica: What? No! It isn't! Sayori: THE MOVIE TRAILER LIED TO ME! 049-j: Sayori... Sayori: THIS IS WHY I DIDN'T THINK CALLING PEOPLE MILFS WAS ALL THAT BAD BECAUSE IT STOOD FOR SOMETHING HARMLESS IT JUST HAD A SLIGHTLY SEXUAL CONNOTATION! 049-j: I am entirely unsurprised that this is coming from you. Sayori: NATSUKI, DOES IT MAKE SENSE WHY I CALLED THE DIARY OF A WIMPY KID MOM A MILF NOW BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS LITERALLY JUST A DESCRIPTOR WITH FUNNY CONNOTATION! Natsuki: The word milf has been ruined for me. Monica: THAT'S ITS DEFINITION, IT CAN'T BE RUINED THAT'S WHAT IT MEANS! 049-j: Y'all are dumbasses.

Sayori: I lost my fish, can you help me find it? 049-j, cooking the fish: What? I couldn't hear you, please speak up.

#scp incorrect quotes #scp 049 #scp 035 #scp 049 j #ddlc incorrect quotes #natsuki ddlc #yuri ddlc #monika ddlc #sayori ddlc #oc incorrect quotes

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bangtanpromptsfics · 3 years

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hyacinth. (m)

dialogue prompt #3: “Your tutor is so hot”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: f2l(?), light smut

word count: 1,540

warnings: heavy making out, grinding, blonde!jk

summary: you think your new tutor at school is hot and jungkook is determined to change that

a/n: another mature oneshot. I basically die from embarrassment while writing smut lol.

masterlist

“Your tutor is so hot”. Jungkook turns around to your attention so fast he could probably snap his neck.

“Mr. Seokjin? ”, he knows who you are talking about. The new personality development tutor of your school, more like the entire population’s crush at this point. And Jungkook hated him just for the same reasons, it seems petty but he can't help himself.

“Go fuck him then”, he snorts, swinging his back pack from one shoulder to another while you grin. Almost as on queue, Seokjin appears on the hallways and passes a smile towards all the students.

“Oh yes. Look at that a--”

“I guess that's enough for today, come on we gonna get late”, he grabs your arms and pushes you forward to move, having enough of your daily ranting about angelic beauty and who the hell laughs at some dad joke?

“When were you ever interested in math Kook?”, you tease him, resisting him to walk slower, “Oh are you perhaps… jealous!? ”

“I'm not jealous. You are annoying”, he shoots cold face.

“Hey! I'm just saying he's attractive you don't have to be so mean about it”, you whine, hitting his arm.

You see, the fact that Seokjin stole Jungkook’s high school heartthrob position in two days is one thing, but he never expected you to act the same, especially when you were so different from most students on the campus. In fact he is shocked to see you crushing on someone. You despised people in general and he kept wondering what's there in their teacher to be so lurk about because he honestly doesn't see anything.

“He's old. And everyone knows he has a girlfriend, you guys dumb or what? ”, Jungkook teases back.

“Doesn't mean I can't praise a beautiful human”

“So he's the only attractive guy in the school? ”, he's curious now and also lowkey wants to find out if you had felt anything like this about himself.

Jungkook knew he was hot. He knew he could destroy Seokjin's reputation with one different hair color but that's too much drama over nothing. As if there isn't ten assignment waiting for him at home. Yeah he got better things to do.

“Nope”, comes your immediate answer. And man that hurt. You are smart and cocky and it would be cool to know someone like you finds him attractive, but you just hurt his ego.

“Not even me? ”, he asks, all squeaky and with a small pout and you return him a smile.

“See you at 7 Kook”

____

School ends at 5, and thankfully both of your residence are nearby and there's a party hosted by Jimin at his house which is a five minute drive so Jungkook has roughly one hour and fourty five minutes to make an appearance to the party. And by appearance he means to look absolutely endearing. He's never the type to bang a lot of chicks, he didn't even need to do anything than to wear a black tee and jeans to a party and could still get laid. If he wanted sex, he can have that any time he wants.

But today is different.

He's never been this eager to be at a gathering, took time to pick outfits and oh dye his hair. He has never experimented with hair colors except that one time he tried red and got famous by the name ‘cherry head’ in the entire locality.

You of course give yourself the usual thirty minutes to do slight makeup and wear shorts with oversized tee styled enough to merge into the party. And boy you have no idea what you are going to witness today.

Jungkook arrives ten minutes late because the highlights took time to dry off. He styles them, but not too much. He still wanted to look effortlessly handsome and got that long abandoned shear black shirt with blue jeans.

“Woah is that Jungkook!?”, some girls whisper beside the bar you are currently seated at and you turn around, only to feel a pang to your chest. Fuck. A completely look through shirt with fucking tight blue denim is he fucking kidding? And blonde hair? Yeah it's that complete ‘drool over me bitches’ package.

You suddenly feel self aware of how simple you looked. He should have given a heads up because one needs several business days to process blonde Jungkook. He seemed unrecognizable.

“Woah… What's up with this new look!?”, you approach finally. Many people eye him shamelessly in your peripheral vision which is pretty much obvious.

“Nothing. Just felt like it”, he grins, having won you. Jungkook is not attractive who? Yeah he bets Seokjin will never pull off this look.

“You like it? ”, and he undoes first two buttons, exposing a bit of his toning straight to your eyes. Is he fucking teasing? You want to confront him because he's acting weird. But you don't know if this is because you feel different around him.

“Y-yeah… It's good”, you tug a smile.

“Wanna dance?”, he asks and you nod, taking your hand to the dance floor. Most people are wasted but both of you are not. So when you feel him touching more than usual, you are absolutely aware that it's not an accident.

He holds you so close all the time, as if it's something you do daily. Fuck.

“Hold me like this”, he says out of nowhere and throws your hand behind his neck. He knows what he's doing. And you are aware too, but too weak in knees to retract. You hate that you are actually enjoying this and he loved it.

“Y/n….”, he whispers to your ear, tucking a strand of your hair behind it, “Can I kiss you love? ”

Your nod is so soft and innocent before you give in. Most people who were looking forward for Jungkook’s company give up and hook up with other guys around because they know he isn't here for anybody else.

He flushes your hips against his as he kisses you, obviously tongue all the way. He doesn't know why but he wanted to shut your mouth exactly like this whenever you swooned over Seokjin. And he is most certain that all those memories are perished along with the kiss.

He pulls your bottom lip out and looks into your eyes and grinds his hip on yours, and you moan lowly. He internally curses at how sweet you sounded.

“Come with me”. He pulls you out of the crowd and into a private cubicle where people usually make out. And thankfully there was one vacant.

But he isn't quick to act once inside the space. He takes his time to lock the door and to sit at that one chair in the centre, manspreading luxuriously for you to see.

You never did anything like this with Jungkook. It was not like you had friend zoned him, you actually don't know why, all these years you spent casually flirting and shrugging off with each other, and now you can't wait to devour him.

You make your way to his lap and sit right on his hips, sighing at the contact. He grabs the back of your head and pushes it towards him. His other hand taps your butt to continue grinding which you happily do so.

He continues exploring your skin, hooking his hands on your shirt and rubbing circles at the skin there. Feeling his cold hands, you move to undo two more of his buttons to get a peak of his pecs, something you wanted to do the moment you saw him.

He moans into your mouth when your movements start to get him worked up, feeling high and ecstatic. Even with the denim shorts on, the dent on his pants was enough to get you close to orgasm.

“J-Jungkook… ”, you trail off, head slightly falling back which he catches.

“Go on love, almost there”. Fuck. You loved it when he called you names, but this one was, exceptionally very much turning you on.

He detaches his mouth to suckle on your collar bone, exposing it by pulling your t shirt slightly down. It becomes all too much, and you focus on the knot forming at your stomach.

Jungkook stops kissing you, indicating he's chasing his high several moments after yours, glad that both opted for thick denims as bottoms to cover the mess you made.

“We should've done this way before”, you imply, separating the strands of his hair sticking to his forehead.

“We could've, but you were busy drooling over some teacher”, he smugs.

“So you were jealous! ”.

Unfortunately his cocky being doesn't have an answer for that so he dodges it with another long kiss, breaking off with a loud smooch.

“God I can kiss you forever Y/n…”

“And...then? ”, you ask your confusion. You don't know what's your relationship with Jungkook is anymore, now that you had made out with him.

“... then… maybe you'll fall in love with me?”

“See you at the party Kook”, you peck the corner of his lips and get off his lap. After taking a moment to fix your outfit, you leave the cubicle.

And Jungkook knew exactly what he was going to do.

Thank you so much for reading!! ♡

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jamaiskookie · 3 years

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i would like more soundcloud rapper yoongi x idol y/n please it’s so cute

v-live alert! -myg

pairing: idol! y/n x soundcloud rapper! yoongi

wc; 2.9k

a/n: lots of you asked, and so you shall receive. ps, i wrote this really rushed but i kinda love it. lmk what you think, love you guys <3

[V LIVE] Surprise LIVE!

the v-live notification. or, more accurately, the sound of war. alternatively, you dance around your studio on a livestream and yoongi has a mental breakdown.

masterlist PREV

“i miss you too!“ you say, replying to one of the first comments that pop up on the live.

you probably should’ve showered before going live... and you probably should’ve changed out of sweats.

whatever.

it’s not like your fans haven’t seen this before.

half of your pre-debut pictures are just downright disgusting.

the number of viewers on the top of your phone begins to climb up to the thousands, increasing every half a second.

it always amazes you how many people show up to your lives. sometimes you wonder if your fans genuinely have nothing better to do. how do they always show up so fast?

the comments begin to flood with greetings and exclamations of ‘oh my god i’m so early!11!1’ and the multicoloured heart pop up on your screen, building up an impressive stream of likes.

“where am i?“ you read through the comments and look around, as if you forgot where you were. “in the studio.“ you grin when the comments flood with questions asking if dreamcloud is getting new music.

you can’t answer, of course, but it’s fun to see. you squint at your phone, which is propped on an elaborate setup that you spent the past twenty minutes preparing.

(three books on one eyeshadow palette and a selfie stick gingerly placed on a small stool)

((you pray to every deity out there that it won’t fall))

“i was just bored,“ you shrug, speaking to the screen. “so i decided to come on here and talk to you guys. how have you been?“ you ask.

hundreds of comments answer.

“i’m alright“

“i’m good!“

most of them contain some form of sappy declaration like ‘my day is much better now that you’re here!’ it makes you smile. how cute.

the v-live notification.

or, more accurately, the sound of war.

that cursed, terrible ding! haunts yoongi’s darkest and most terrifying nightmares. the sheer amount of panic that rushes through his veins when he hears that godforsaken noise, god.

the number of lives he’s missed- yoongi can’t even bear to think about it.

so maybe it was a blessing in disguise that yoongi put his phone on do not disturb so he didn’t have to hear that disgusting sound. instead, he found out the news via a gorilla’s screech.

“Y/N’S LIVE RIGHT NOW STARTED FOURTY SECONDS AGO HURRY UP YOONGI GET YOUR ASS UP AND STOP STUDYI-“ jimin yells from his room down the hall.

yoongi almost falls out of his chair scrambling to get to his phone. it’s not like he was really studying anyways- more like using his pencils to tap out a cool-sounding beat on his desk out of boredom.

watching your live > passing his music theory class.

priorities.

with shaky hands, he grabs at his phone, slumping onto the floor and he sees the familiar blue icon with the notification popped up on the screen.

[V LIVE] Surprise LIVE! Y/N: let’s chat <3

an unnatural squeak that slightly resembles the sound a mouse slips out of yoongi’s mouth.

even when he was a baby starrie and was glued to his phone at all times, he’s never been this early to a live. he unlocks his phone, cursing his momentary clumsiness. he clicks into the live, smiling when your beaming face blasts up on his screen.

you haven’t gone live in so long- it’s nice to see your face again.

“- how have you been?“

“good.“ yoongi types out in the comment box, mumbling the words as he’s typing. “way better now that you’re live.“ sometimes yoongi cringes at himself when he types these things. i mean, who could possibly guess that min yoongi, resident scary-emo-couldslapyouintheface bad boy socially un-responsible simped over a k-pop idol?

he can already see his reputation go down the drain.

he also wonders what it says about himself that he’s a 20-something college student who’s life practically revolves around you, an idol who’s just about a year younger than him.

but dreamcloud is a part of his identity now. he identifies as a starrie no matter what. you know how the old saying goes-

once you stan, you can’t unstan. or something like that, he’s honestly not sure.

you tuck your head onto your hand, diligently trying to keep up with all the comment. with a gasp, you nod at something. “oh, you’re right, user yoonalova98!” - that’s another thing special about you. whenever you read out comments, you also read out the username of whoever wrote it.

you explained in one interview- that it’s cooler to give credit and talk to your fans as if you’re just chatting as friend. saying the username feels like you’re saying their names.

what kind of lucky fan would get their comment read aloud by Y/N?

ugh.

yoongi blinks when he remembers that technically, he’s sort of part of this group of elite, recognised fans.

his twitter stan account got almost five thousand more followers after Y/N replied to his selca. the post itself has tons and tons of likes and retweets.

insane, that Y/N- Y/N herself- knows of his existence. Y/N- the love of his life, has seen his FACE. she commented three HEART emojis below a selfie that he took.

if he thinks about it too much, he’ll start feeling faint again.

“our anniversary is coming up soon! i can’t believe it’s been three years already. time does pass by when you’re having fun.“ you say. yoongi thinks that it’s rather ironic that you would forget your anniversary, when yoongi’s had a calendar countdown to January 14th since the beginning of september.

“ahh,“ you say, leaning in closer to the screen. “from user lialiarach, ‘did you watch jisoo unnie’s acting debut’ - i did! we all watched it and cheered her on during the premiere!“

jisoo’s new drama is good. it’s a fantasy-horror blend, and he, jimin, namjoon and jin finished all 16 episodes in two days when streaming hit Netflix.

your head tilts and you smile. “song recommendations?” you wonder aloud, and yoongi scrambles to get a pen and notepad out. you don’t do ‘y/n’s listening parties’ as much anymore, but your taste in music is impeccable and he collects all the songs in a playlist.

it’s called ‘wedding tunes’ (jimin named it, not him, yoongi swears)

everytime he tries to change it back, it somehow switches back to wedding tunes the next day.

it’s disturbing how good jimin is at this kind of stuff. hopefully yoongi won’t have to bail him out of jail one day.

“okay!“ you say, pulling your laptop open. you hum as you scroll through some page that yoongi can’t see- and he anxiously waits for the first song to be played with twitchy hands and a strong grip on his pen.

the first bar plays out and yoongi’s already in love.

“this is,“ you say over the music, double checking just to make sure. “don’t need your love by NCT...“ you squint. god knows there are too many NCT members. “dream! NCT dream featuring HRVY.“

“NCT dream...“ yoongi mumbles to himself, writing the song down on the notepad.

“you know,“ you say over the music, spinning in your chair and nodding to the beat. “i’ve only met the NCT guys a couple times at music shows and such but they’re all so nice. i can’t remember all their names, but i’m decently familiar with their faces. how do they even have 23 members? how does it all work??“

you dance around the studio, singing along nonsensical lyrics that don’t make sense but sort of fit the rhythm of the song (??)

“don’t need your loo-ooove-!!! dum dum duhhhh duhros noya!!!” yoongi stifles a laugh. there’s a reason why you constantly forget lyrics on stage.

which is quite ironic, actually, because half the time you’re forgetting the lyrics to a song you wrote yourself.

afterwards, you play all the hidden gems- and yoongi’s proud to say he’s familiar with quite a few of them.

airplane by j-hope (a youtube star turned successful rapper-vocalist-dancer)

sweet night by v (the internet’s resident eye-candy)

and then you continue to scroll through your laptop, biting your lip and murmuring quietly to yourself. you glance once back at your phone screen.

okay, listen.

yoongi knows that he’s delusional, okay?

but everytime you look straight in the screen it’s almost like you’re looking directly at the camera it’s almost like you’re staring into his soul. which makes zero sense, but it still makes his heart skip a beat.

let him dream, please

“what am i scrolling through?“ you say, reciting a question from the chat. “soundcloud, user chachachae.“

soundcloud?

oh.

that’s pretty cool.

he didn’t know you had a soundcloud account!

you usually post all your covers and random shorts to instagram or another one of your personal blogs.

for a moment, yoongi indulges himself by wondering if you’d ever listened to his music. his soundcloud account is linked in his twitter bio, after all...

but he shakes those thoughts away as fast as they came. he doesn’t need to entertain himself with such silly thoughts.

“ooh, this one’s good!“ you say, clicking onto something.

still with you by JAYKAY (pffftt haihdkahjd) starts playing and you lean back, humming along. yoongi knows this one too!! now he’s 3 for 3!! he and you do share a similar taste in music, so maybe it does make sense.

even though you’re actually main vocalist and lead dancer, you do listen to a lot of rap music. but the music you make is nothing like the old school hip hop tracks that yoongi is partial to.

the music you make- how can he explain it?

sweet like honey with a little bit of tang.

like barbecue honey!!!!

ok that was a bad analogy.

all of his favourite dreamcloud tracks are written by you- cloud nine, up in the sky, are u still here, quicksand- the list goes on and on and on.

it’s like listening to your voice solves anything he goes against. bad day? dreamcloud. something to celebrate? blast your debut song. in need of a party song? easy fix. he gets aux cord rights? (granted, this doesn’t happen very often, since seokjin insists that his music taste is superior to his friends.) but anyways, y/n can fix it.

listening to your voice feels comforting. it invokes something in him that he honestly cannot explain with words. you’re his inspiration. not just in music- but in life. he admires how you’re able to smile through anything, how you take responsibility for your own actions.

he admires your kind heart, which offers generosity and forgiveness to even the most underserving people.

he admires your passion, for music, for your members, for the smallest things. he admires how you’ll love everyone and anyone.

even though he’s never really met you, he feels like he knows you. he wishes he could, anyways. he wants to thank the person who’s gotten him through such bad days.

yoongi curses himself again for being so delusional.

he keeps telling himself that he can’t get so attached. then he’ll end up like one of those creepy fans who are convinced their idols actually like them.

blech.

“okay, next song!“ you exclaim cheerfully. “i really like this one, guys. he’s this soundcloud star. he makes really cool music.“ yoongi readies his pen. if this person really is a soundcloud star, then there’s a high chance yoongi knows of him. a smaller chance that he actually knows the guy personally; either online or from real life.

you press the space bar almost obnoxiously, like you’re about to reveal something grand. you look into the camera, and you lock eyes with yoongi- through that cursed, horrible screen.

the first note plays and yoongi thinks that it sounds... oddly familiar, actually. for a moment, he sighs in disappointment. this one doesn’t sound as great as the previous few songs. almost like it’s incomplete, imperfect. something about it bugs him at the very bottom of his gut.

jimin figures it out before he does.

“AHHHHHHHHH YOONGI!!! OH MY GOD-!!!! YOONGI ARE YOU SEEING THIS? YOONGI!! HYUNG!“ yoongi grumbles, wondering what the hell jimin is screeching about now.

“oh, for fuck’s sake,“ he mumbles. the difference between him and jimin is the way they express their emotions. while yoongi bottles it all up, choosing to deal with things alone and slump around, jimin has no other choice but to scream things out. it’s a wonder they’re such good friends, really. “what is it now?“ yoongi mutters to himself.

“yeah yeah, a gentle breeze- “ and then it hits him. all at once.

“holy fucking shit.“ he whispers to himself, slumping down on the floor. he can barely hear what you say next.

“this song is called people by agust d. he goes by the name suga on social media-!“ yoongi falls down, gasping for air. “i’m a fan,“ you remark casually. “mr. suga producer-nim!! i’m your fan! please continue to make good music!“ you chuckle. “what am i doing right now? he probably isn’t even watching.“ you stare innocently at the phone camera, as if you don’t even know that you’re changing someone’s life right now.

out of his peripheral vision, he can see jimin rushing into the room, crouching next to him and placing a hand on his back, murmuring something yoongi can’t hear through the sound of his sobs.

huh. when did he even start crying?

“he makes rap and really cool hip hop music. you guys should give him a listen. his lyrics are really meaningful, too.“ you nod along, reciting the lyrics word for word- even though you really can’t rap.

“what kind of person am I? am I a good person? or a bad person? many of ways to judge just a person. everyone will live on, everyone will love, everyone will fade away“ you headbang along to the beat.

yoongi slides down the wall inch by inch. he wonders if he’ll faint or vomit first.

other people seem to make fun of people like him- people who find solace in idols, in music. that’s partially why he doesn’t like disclosing the fact that he’s a diehard fan of an idol girl group.

but in hindsight, that’s so stupid. who gives two fucks about his interests? hell, yoongi’s been depressed half his life. and if a group of girls who sing songs and perform make him feel better, what’s so wrong with that?

jimin’s voice is a little clearer now, and so is yours. you’re singing along to the lyrics- the lyrics that he wrote. the lyrics that he spent hours agonising over, wondering whether his shortcomings and anxiety in his life were worth posting on the internet for his measly following to see.

wondering if the music he made had any impact at all, if one day he might see his dream come true, to see his music being played in public. wondering if anyone might hear his songs and think that it helped them get over a bad day. just like you have for him.

yoongi’s sobs wrack through his body, tears flowing freely on his face. he’s crying hard. ugly crying, like a baby throwing a temper tantrum. his cries echo through the room. if he could see himself right now...

well, he doesn’t want to think about it. he’s sure it’s not a pretty view.

jimin looks over him, smiling proudly. his eyes are glassy, and he tucks yoongi’s head in his chest, putting his arms around him and embracing him.

yoongi’s shoulders shake. if it was any other day, he would usher jimin out the room. he hates it when people see him being vulnerable. even his own family hasn’t seen him cry that much.

but right now, he can’t bring himself to do anything but cry. other people may ask why this is such a big deal, why someone emotionally constipated like min yoongi would cry like this for such a small matter.

this, he doesn’t know how to explain either.

all he can think about is how much it means to him. that someone he admires so much is now, in turn, saying his music- no, his life- is good. nothing much else. but just knowing that you’ve listened to his work, that you know of his alter ego’s name...

his crying sounds grow larger.

jimin pets at his hair. “shh,” he murmurs. “it’s okay.” jimin’s voice also grows a little shaky. he tears up, but continues to comfort the crying boy in his arms. “you did it, hyung. it’s okay. you made it. you did it. why are you crying? this is good news! this is so great! i’m proud of you, we’re all so proud of you.”

yoongi tries to speak; it doesn’t go very well. but when he tries again, he manages to choke something out.

“i did it.“ he says, before burying his face back into jimin’s hug. the two boys sit on the ground, crying together. an hour passes, then two.

slowly, yoongi drifts off to bed on the ground, the melody of his own song blended with sound of your voice echoing in his head.

my ordinary became your special, my special became your ordinary. so what? what if you just brush by? what if you get hurt? sometimes you might get hurt again, sometimes you might shed tears. so what? so what if you live like that?

~ people by agust d

tags; @jksbbyfacebunny @extremeobsessions101 @dwcljh @stonyiscanon @bishuthot @s0seo @cecedrake2217

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hoshiangel · 4 years

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little coffee shop

y/n x joshua

genre: extreme fluff

word count: 830

warnings: mentions of drinks and food

anon: a scenario of any SVT members taking S/O to cafe date

a/n: enjoy <3

november 10th, 6:17 pm

today was your three year anniversary with your boyfriend, joshua. in your eyes, joshua was the most perfect person you had ever met. besides being your boyfriend, he was also your best friend. joshua made you feel like the most important person in the world, and you loved him for that. being with joshua was always special, but today was extra special because he had something planned for your anniversary. he wouldn’t tell you what, and you were dying to know.

“josh, can you please just tell me where we’re going?” you whined, giving him your best pout in hopes of convincing him to budge. joshua was driving to your mystery location, and you were sitting in the front seat in your favorite sweater and jeans. he told you to dress comfortably, but that was about it.

“nope, but we’re almost here, so you have to close your eyes,” he said with a huge grin on his face. you did as he said, excitement filling you to the brim. “hands over your eyes, i know you’re peaking,” he added, and you just laughed because it was completely true.

once you felt the car stop, you knew you had arrived. joshua turned the car off and opened your door for you. you were so excited you couldn’t contain it anymore.

“okay! let me open my eyes now!” you exclaimed while joshua helped you get out of the car so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. he guided you about five feed forwards before allowing you to open your eyes.

“aright, open!” he said, the huge grin still plastered across his face. you opened your eyes and looked up to see a coffee shop. nothing special to the average person, but to you, it was the most beautiful surprise-- it was where you had first met joshua.

“oh my god, you’re the cutest. this is such a perfect surprise, thank you josh,” you said, still taken back by the romantic gesture from your boyfriend. you gave him a kiss on the cheek and held his hand tightly. the two of you walked into the coffee shop, and immediately you were overwhelmed by the smell of baked goods and fresh brewed coffee. you sat down while joshua ordered your usual, an iced americano.

the walls were lined with tables for two, and each one had a pumpkin on it for fall. the overall theme for the shop was soft rustic brown, which you absolutely adored. when joshua finally got your drinks, he sat down at the table and handed you yours. through the windows, the sun was setting a light peach color which reflected beautifully off joshua’s face. you couldn’t help but stare-- you were just in love.

“look, you know what that is?” joshua asked, motioning to the cash register behind the barista counter.

“the cash register?” you said, confused at why he was pointing it out to you.

“well yes. but, that’s also where i first saw you. you were working, i needed coffee on my way to work and i thought this place looked cute. when i walked in, you were the first thing i saw-- it was like tunnel vision. i thought you were the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen. you were ringing up a customer and laughing at her joke. your smile almost took my breath away. i’ll never forget these details, because i truly believe i met my person that day,” joshua said, while holding your hand from across the table. even after all these years, he never failed to make you feel butterflies. you couldn’t help but blush, it was so sweet.

“well, do you know what that is?” you said, pointing towards the door.

“the door,” joshua replied, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“well, i guess. but that’s also where i first saw you. it was 8 am, i didn’t want to be at work. i was ringing up a lady who had made me redo her drink three times because it didn’t taste good, i was already having an awful day. i was laughing at one of her jokes to be polite, when the door chimed and you walked in. my heart skipped a beat and i got really nervous, because you were the cutest guy i’ve ever seen. you paid in exact change, i remember. it was three dollars and fourty one cents, iced caramel latte. i remember these details because i also truly believe i met my person that day,” you replied, not breaking eye contact for a second. joshua smiled, leaning across the table to give you a kiss as his response. he tasted like his usual iced caramel latte, and you couldn’t get enough.

“happy three years y/n, i love you,” he said. you looked at him and realized that in this little coffee shop, you had met the person you wanted to be with forever. you had met joshua.

“i love you too, josh,”

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mothrflower · 4 years

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Adam J. Good for @everfallsims Double Shot at love

Age: 44 Traits: Snob, Ambitious, Art Lover Job: Food Critic Background “Despite on what someone else would say, I’m a self-made man. I had Sammy that I was too young even to pay bills but I raised him as well as possible. So many times I tried to find him a mother but, you know... Life, I guess. I’ve been very sad when he left to go live with his grandmother, he couldn’t stand seeing other women in our house, but I’m a man and men have needs. I started as a simple cook and now I critic what rich people eat, but they wouldn’t know the difference between cream of tartar and tartare. I want real food and I like it poetically raw or sublimely cooked, there is no halfway.”

Facts

His full name is Adam Jeremiah Good Was born on August 8 1976 in Oasis Spring Only child Divorced Had about twenty and thirty lovers but now he found himself Has a 24 years old son Great cook Would love to have another child or even four Have a thing for younger ladies Loves wine and knows everything about it He trust tarot reads Would live in the countryside and run a wine company His hair smells like frankincense

His choice "In your twenties, you start understanding something about love, when you're thirty you may know something, but in your fourties you know everything about it. I need another chance in love and I already know that Evani would fall for me so I’ll teach her what real love is. The other contestants? Oh, you mean the slobby tasteless boys fresh out of the college... They don’t even know what they want, trust me."

#my english suck a lil #parrishdoubleshot #adam good #i also suck at editing hair ends

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diyunho · 5 years

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The Joker x Reader - “40 and 13″

Overpopulation caused the governments all over the world to vote for a drastic resolution: a special virus was created that makes everyone die when they turn 40 years old. The Joker will turn 40 in five days and Y/N can't cope with the news since she'll be left behind without him.

You and The Joker just finished eating dinner in front of the TV, trying to ignore the depressing news that shows the death toll climbing each day since the virus killing everybody once they turn 40 was unleashed upon the overpopulated Earth 12 months ago.

The King of Gotham is quietly sipping on his grape juice, debating if he should tell you or not; he’s been struggling with the decision for a while and being the way he is doesn’t help the matter.

“Pumpkin,” he starts the conversation,” did I ever mention my birthday is on July 13th?”

“Hm?” you turn your head towards him, not sure you heard right; you had a huge fight this morning and barely managed to patch things up enough to tolerate each other’s presence by night fall.

“You always wanna know when my birthday is and I’m telling you now it’s on July 13th.”

He keeps on staring at the TV s, disregarding your gaze that seems to burn through him.

Why is he suddenly sharing such an intimate detail? You tried several times to get it out of him without any reaction besides that of him getting mad and emphasize it’s none of your business. Unless…

“J…” you hesitantly ask. “How old are you going to be?...”

The Joker takes another sip from the can before placing it on the coffee table and nonchalantly enunciates:

“Fourty.”

He hears you sniffle it’s not difficult to predict you’re going to burst into tears in a few seconds.

“I’m only saying this because I didn’t want to drop dead without any warning; I’m sure you would hate me forever and we can’t have that happen: I do the hating part. That’s a sacred rule.”

And there she goes, he sighs as soon as Y/N begins bawling her eyes out next to him on the couch.

“…July 13th is in…in 5 days,” you manage to utter while crawling on his knees, your arms tightly going around his neck. J doesn’t stop you and actually hugs you back even if he promised himself he won’t tolerate any kind of emotional rubbish from his girlfriend.

“Yeap, coming up,” he buries his face in your shoulder, inhaling the perfume he likes and for some reason it’s not very comforting today. “You have three more years to go so make it count, ok?”

Y/N can’t stop crying and plans to blur out a million sentences yet the disclosure is overwhelming for the heartbroken woman.

“W-why didn’t you…” and The Joker can’t understand the following word but he comprehends the meaning.”…earlier?”

“I didn’t share earlier since it would have been atrocious to watch: when you cry you get these wrinkles in the middle of your forehead. Uggghhh”, he shrugs with fake disgust. “It makes you… how should I put it nicely?… Super ugly! For 5 days though…I believe I’ll be able to endure it.”

Y/N’s faint snorting noise prompts his smile too, aware she is not fighting back the stupid remark like she would usually do and that’s fine with him.

“P-please don’t leave me,” you kiss his cheek and cuddle to his body, panicking at the thought he’ll be gone in a few days.

“I don’t have a choice, Pumpkin. Nobody does. Not anymore. It’s inevitable and you’ll have to deal with it…”

“What am I supposed to do without you?” you bring up the painful fact bound to become reality in such a short notice it physically hurts.

“Survive,” the candid reply advises. “You’re The King’s Queen so live for both until your time will come.”

J wishes to elaborate on the topic and you cover his mouth, upset.

“You’re not a King and I’m not a Queen. We’re just a man and a woman that screwed up over and over again; still…here we are. That’s it…That’s all there is…No King and no Queen,” you shake your head in denial. “Only us…” your voice dims under the burden of grief.

Your fingers slide off his lips, revealing a stunned Joker that seems to see his girlfriend for the first time. How come he didn’t realize sooner?! She loves him. She really does.

“Only us…” J repeats in a trance, pulling Y/N into a soft kiss that somehow feels more intimate than everything else they did before.

You glide your hands down his chest, the way you grind against him making it clear you want more than a make out session.

“Does this mean you’re not mad at me for the moment?” he tests the waters although the answer is logical.

“U-hum,” you take your t-shirt off and The Joker gropes you, the typical mischievous smirk lacking from his part: he just wants you close. Despite vehemently denying the hunger for your touch, the thought gives him an unexpected sense of loneliness. When all your life you’ve been nothing more than a walking contradiction, it’s hard to battle the inner demons caging your desire to the point of no return.

That’s why J wipes your tears and doesn’t have a smart ass comment regarding the smeared mascara: he craves the distraction with such intensity it makes the rest fade.

“I have some requests,” you whisper and he stares into your eyes, kind of lost and finding himself unable to resist the tempting lips pouted one inch from his.

“Oh yeah?” the curiosity takes over.

“No fighting,” you trace the tattoo on his abs and The Joker never agreed to anything faster:

“OK.”

“I want to talk about stuff we never talk about…”

“OK.”

“I want us to make love as much as possible,” you negotiate wondering if he will fuss about the spontaneous list summarized in a hurry.

“OK,” The Clown Prince of Crime consents without arguing to your terms because the truth is he has no intention to do so today.

“And I want some sort of proof that you like me,” Y/N boldly demands since he unfortunately indicated the opposite on numerous occasions in the past.

J frowns, not mumbling the OK you are expecting. The awkward silence continues and The Joker notices how hard you’re trying to hide your disappointment when actually he’s straining to conceal his own emotions. He shouldn’t indulge the urge of making you happy before it’s too late, yet the demons in his mind are quiet now: the accidental clarity could make a person finally act against their usual judgment.

You watch him pass his fingers through his locks, confused when he brings the longer strands in the front of his face. J carefully plucks one green hair out of his head, gesturing for your left hand. You hold it up and he twists the neon colored token at the base of your pinky, explaining his action while finalizing the project with a couple of knots:

“I guess you can say you have me wrapped around your finger.”

The girlfriend’s stunned expression is certainly worth the trouble of affirming it loud; The Joker savors the outcome and you take off your bra, tossing the lacy garment behind the sofa:

“Abandon all hope Mister Joker,” Y/N’s instant evil grin changes the mood. “You belong to me now.”

*************

“I can’t sleep,” you stretch next to him on the couch.

“Me neither,” he yawns. “Even if you exhausted me,” J adds, yanking you in his arms again. You kiss his collar bone, restless at the question about to echo in the stillness:

“Are you afraid?”

The Joker has no idea on how to verbalize his inner views on the matter, but he doesn’t leave you hanging either.

“Maybe …I’m not thinking about it…”

“I am,” you squeeze in the important topic he probably didn’t even consider. “I’ll be here for you when it happens, but when I die…I will be alone...”

J feels this sharp pain in his heart that makes him realize a critical element: he didn’t have the opportunity to weigh in what dying before Y/N will mean for her.

“I’ll be here,” he pecks your forehead and you cling to him, discouraged at the obvious lie.

“Yeah, sure…”

“I promise I’ll be here, alright?”

“We are both aware how well you keep your promises,” you admonish in a way that doesn’t trigger his anger.

“I’ll keep this one, hm?” he reassures Y/N and she snickers at the impossible to fulfil vow, but appreciates his passionate response nevertheless. You nod a yes, drawing invisible circles on his skin.

“Do you want to dance on the terrace?” you suggest on a whim.

“OK,” The Joker quickly consents and gets up, grabbing the sheet from the floor. He takes your hand and guides you on the patio, unfolding the thin fabric as soon as you’re outdoors. Despite the cool breeze, it’s nice and warm in the middle of the night.

“No music?” you tease as he wraps both naked bodies in the sheet.

“We dance to our own tune, Pumpkin,” he winks and slowly moves while tightly hugging you.

“We always did,” you play along, brushing away the horrible sentiment of regret clouding the peaceful atmosphere.

“It’s a jungle out there,” J stirs the dialogue in order to address his concerns. “This whole virus business is turning the world upside down. You saw on the news they might release the antivirus sooner than anticipated, but there are no guarantees. You have to find a way to survive no matter what.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine…”

“After I’m gone, please don’t do anything… reckless. It won’t be easy, but you can’t give up."

You know what he’s referring to and mutter:

“I won’t… I swear...”

J starts spinning faster, chuckling at your excited screams.

“Stoooop!!!!” you beg laughing, trying not to trip and fall.

“Did you ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?” he bites your ear and you squeal, jumping out of the sheet that’s sliding to the ground since he’s not holding it anymore.

“No,” you giggle and J lifts you up in his arms, delighted to have found a small piece of heaven in the hell surrounding the gloomy future.

“Good; there’s a first time for everything,” he abruptly halts for a kiss before reprising the crazy pace while Y/N can’t remember the last time the two of them had so much fun.

*************

July the 13th, 8:45am

“I couldn’t help noticing you didn’t wish me a happy birthday,” he watches you comb your hair and the reflection in the mirror depicts a tearful girlfriend that struggles with so many emotions it’s difficult to speak. “I was hoping you’ll mention it while we took a shower.”

“Happy Birthday…”

“Thanks,” The Joker simply replies and you finally put the brush down and attempt to flee the bathroom when he blocks the exit. “Are you avoiding me?”

“Ummm… I’ll make breakfast…” you sniffle and he glares at you, understanding your reaction for once.

“I was planning to have sex, but I might kick the bucket right in the middle of the activity and I believe you might take it personally although I don’t consider you boring in bed.”

“It’s not funny…” you scold and he agrees:

“It’s not because it’s not meant to be,” the harsh reality strikes a chord within Y/N. “It literally can happen at any moment and I don’t want to embarrass myself like that. Can you imagine? Rumors spread all over town that The Joker couldn’t finish.”

He detects the faint smile and sulks at your verdict:

“You’re an idiot.”

“That’s fucking rude,” he scoffs. “What if these are the last words I hear?! What if I check out precisely this second, huh?! Would you be thrilled that’s the last thing you said to me?!”

Instead of a sassy remark J gets a remorseful apology he wasn’t aiming for:

“I’m sorry… I don’t know what to do…”

“Me neither,” he sincerely underlines. “In the meantime, you should…” and pauses since he suddenly feels out breath, “you should make breakfast.”

“Are you OK?” you inquire, worried he almost lost his balance.

“I’m fine, just need my coffee to wake up,” he sighs and steps away from the doorway, heading towards the master bedroom.

“Aren’t you coming downstairs?” you catch up with him and The Joker tilts over for your support.

“I’m a bit dizzy; I’ll lie down until you finish the food. Don’t look so panicked: after I eat I’ll be better.”

You gulp and place him in bed, your pulse so enhanced it gives you the impression you’ll faint soon.

“You want some water?” you offer and he adjusts his pillows, collapsing on top of them afterwards.

“Yes,” J musters the strength to grumble, this weird sensation of total exhaustion creeping up in his brain.

You rush out of the room and bump into the bookcase, numb at the soreness. The Joker barely perceives your stomping, digging under the cushions for a small envelope he keeps in his fist for you to find in case you don’t return before he loses consciences. He wrote the note yesterday and it would be a shame to chicken out at the end and not proceed as planned.

“Here’s the water,” you barge in with the bottle and run by the bed, nervously touching his face. “How are you? Can you stand up?”

His eyes go in the back of the head and he tries to concentrate on your voice as it fades into nothingness.

“Hey, I’ll make your favorite pancakes,” you shake him, startled he won’t snap out of his apathy. “J, look at me. Come on, let’s go downstairs…Can you at least drink some water?” you start sobbing seeing he’s not receptive to your encouragements.

The Joker’s lips are moving without sound and you fall on your knees, scared to see him frantically breathing:

“I know, alright? I already know. All I ask is that you come downstairs and eat your stupid pancakes, deal?”

The Joker’s eyes are closing and he deeply exhales, releasing the small piece of paper that rolls on the floor. You don’t even pay attention to it, desperate to witness an event you aren’t prepared for.

When The Joker came into this world 40 years ago, there was nobody there to love the newborn; his own mother didn’t want him.

But when he passed away at 9:03 am on his birthday, someone that loved him was there.

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Three years later – your birthday, 6:07am

You turn off the TV, annoyed they continue to depict the terrible results after to the official release of the antivirus last week: it’s not working and people are still dying. What did they expect by opening Pandora’s Box? So much turmoil on the streets, protests and demonstrations…

The governments will be voting tomorrow on implementing the martial law since the public outcry makes it impossible to contain the escalating damage after the huge failure they neglected to speculate.

Y/N drags her feet on the carpet, watching the snowflakes dancing outside the windows.

“We shouldn’t postpone this any longer…” you talk to yourself, removing the precious message The Joker left behind out of the hidden drawer on top of the fireplace.

You unfold the envelope, reading the hand written note for the millionth time:

Inside you’ll find my real name.

You’re the only one I trust with this.

Destroy the evidence.

You don’t glance at the name it contains and his memory immediately makes the isolation unbearable. You flick the envelope on the burning logs, enjoying the flames consuming the last trace of who he really was.

“Done… I kept my end of the bargain; where’s yours?” you lecture The Joker’s framed picture decorating the dinner table. “Liar…” Y/N pats her hands together, feeling cold even if the fire is very warm. The ticklish sensation in your fingers intensifies, making you shiver. You stare at your knuckles, no other jewelry besides the strand of green hair still wrapped around your pinky; it’s infinitely more valuable than any present J ever gifted you.

A gush of wind makes the curtains fly inward since the sliding glass doors leading to the terrace are wide opened. The sky is still dark, matching the general mood hoovering over Gotham these days.

You decide to take a stroll on the patio, this way you might be able to clear your mind from the impending doom you can’t escape. The snow squeaks under Y/N’s socks and the chill gets her out of trance since evidently she didn’t bring a jacket either. Another step and you stumble, finding it difficult to regain your equilibrium.

“Shit…” you choke on the strong air filling up your lungs.

Why is it so difficult to walk?

You take a seat on the nearest chair by the pool, not bothering cleaning up the snow; for some reason a break is more than welcomed at this point. You’re growing restless and try to disregard the anxiety building up in your chest: are you dying? Or is merely stress after living with this burden for so long?

Maybe if you shut your eyes and rest for a sec, you won’t be this tired. Yet the moon is shining so brightly it’s impossible to ignore; last time it was this beautiful you danced with the devil on an that unforgettable summer night. Seems like ages ago for the worn out Y/N.

What if you take a nap? Only five minutes. That should be helpful and then you can resume your morning routine because you refuse to accept this could be the end already. Your eyelids close, not realizing you don’t feel the cold anymore; it’s nice and comforting, just like the touch of someone you love.

*************

You wiggle in the chair and rub your eyes, refreshed after the well-deserved snooze: hopefully you didn’t waste too much time from your last day on earth. Your gaze wanders off around the terrace and you suddenly freeze: there’s someone leaning over the railing, watching the city from the 30th floor.

You rise from your spot and hesitantly walk towards the person, gasping when you notice the familiar fur coat.

“There she is,” The Joker turns around to greet you, smirking when you cover your mouth in disbelief. “Told you I’ll be here.”

You can’t make a single sound and he opens his arms, waiting for you to run to him.

“You didn’t miss me?” he laughs at your baffled reaction, bundling the coat around Y/N as soon as she finds herself in his embrace.

“I did miss you; I missed you so much,” you inhale his scent and the smell of your favorite cologne confirms he’s truly there. You hug him so tight he would normally complain, but there’s no bickering coming out of The Joker. “I can’t believe you’re here,” you smile and he kisses your lips, whispering:

“You have me wrapped around your finger. Where else am I supposed to be?”

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splodorockin · 4 years

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Lovette

Toni stares at the board with a blank face. She really wasn’t interested in what her math teacher had to say. Not because she didn’t like math, but because she already knew about the subject they were covering from being in PreP classes for three years straight. Toni looks to her left to see her best friend, Jonay, trying to figure out what she was looking at. If she knew anything about her best friend, it’s that she’s not the brightest light in the hardware store. Toni has always exceled in many more things than Jonay did. And she knew Jonay envied that.

“I’m sorry Ms. Freeman, but that is not correct. Remember, you have to find the square of your set of numbers.” Mr. Lovette, Toni’s uncle and math teacher, says while shaking his head. The whole class laughs at Jonay, making her face flush in embarassment. Toni really felt bad for Jonay. Mr. Lovette points at Toni, “Does seven, twenty four, and twenty five make a right triangle?” He asks. Toni nods, “It does. Becuase seven times seven equals fourty nine and twenty four times twenty four equals five hundred seventy six. The square of twenty five is six hundred twenty five. Five seventy six plus fourty nine equals six hundred twenty five.” She replies bluntly making the class’s jaw drop. Mr. Lovette grins, “That’s correct...” He says and turns back around.

Toni heard Jonay groan and slams her head on the table. Toni grabs her best friend’s hand under the table, “It’s okay, Jo. Everyone makes mistakes.” She mumbles, loud enough for Jonay to hear. Jonay lifts her head up and glares at the shorter girl with deep red, curly hair, “Easy for you to say! You never make mistakes! You’re just so perfect and then there’s me! You wouldn’t understand...” She mutters making Toni wince at Jonay’s harsh voice. Toni bit her lip, “That’s not true, Jonay... Everyone makes mistakes. Including me...” She replies softly, making her best friend look up at her with a scoff. Toni’s eyebrows furrow, “Stop that.” She says with a hurt look. This is the first time Jonay has acted like this ever since they became friends twelve years ago and she knows the the 15 year old is not on her period.

Jonay rolls her eyes making Toni bite her lip, trying to prevent herself from going off on the brunette, “Look, Jo. Would it make you feel better... if I helped you out. Pythagorean Theorem is not that hard. We learned that in 8th grade so it shouldn’t be that hard.” Toni says in a soft voice. Jonay’s gaze softens, “I guess...” She responds and puts her head back on the table. All Toni could do was look at her best friend knowing how it felt to not be able to feel like you’re capable of doing anything. Toni moves her hand away from Jonay’s making her whine. Toni giggles softly and plays with the strands of the darker skin girl’s hair. “Ms. Lovette. Stop messing with Ms. Freeman’s hair.” Mr. Lovette scolds making Toni narrow her eyes, but stop. Mr. Lovette runs his fingers through his dark red dreads before continuing his lesson.

Jonay slams her locker shut, “Ion know, guys. That doesn’t sound like a good idea...” She states while looking at the group of five boys that she calls her crew. Tristen, the tallest one, laughs, “Dang, ma. Since when did you become so scury?” He asks. Selvester, the lightest one, rolls his eyes, “Ever since ha little girlfriend started showin a lil emotion.” He says making the group of boys bust out laughing. Jonay resisted the urge to roll her eyes, “She’s not my girlfriend, lil ugly.” She snaps making the boys laugh again. Luis, the hispanic one, cheers, “MY GIRL!” He says, doing a little handshake with Jonay. Kennedi, the baby and the nerdish jock, smiles, “Y-You guys would m-make a gr-great c-couple tho J.” He says softly. Due to his disorder, he couldn’t make out a full sentence without stuttering. Jonay shrugs, “I guess.” She says, ending the conversation of her and her best friend being a couple.

Jonay and her group part ways since she is a senior and her boys were juniors besides Kennedi. Kennedi’s a freshman. Turning the corner, she spots a little girl getting picked on by a group of seniors, “Ha! You must’ve not had that many friends! Ten years old and in the 12th grade?” Brittney, a girl that Jonay has had a bunch of run ins with, taunts making her group of pathetic lackeys laugh. Jonay rolls her eyes, “I bet she smarter than you.” She says making her head turn towards Jonay, “Watch it, Freeman.” She growls loudly making a scene. Jonay sucks her teeth. One of Jonay’s pet peeves was being the center of attention. She hated it with all of her being, “Shut yo uglass up! Stop bothering this kid man! She ain’t did nun to you! Now I want you to go and take all ya lil lackeys and get on sum where, okay?” Jonay retorts. Brittney glares at Jonay before signaling her girls to move out.

Jonay walks up to the little terrified girl, “Wassup, kid. Don’t worry about Brittney. She’s a bit of a pain.” Jonay says, sticking her hand out for the girl to grab. The girl took Joany’s hand hesitantly, “Th-Thank you...” She says, still a little shaken up. Jonay flashes a toothy smile in response making the ten year old loosen up a bit, “My name’s Jonay. What’s yours?” Jonay greets. The ten year old smiles a little, showing her braces, “My name is Serinity.” The little girl, now known as Serinity, responds. Jonay nods, “Pretty name for a pretty kid.” She say in a nice voice making Serinity giggle, “Thank you.” She says still smiling.

“What’s your schedule, lil dawg?” Jonay asks. Serinity hands Jonay a white and neatly folded piece of paper. Jonay scans the girl’s paper before smiling, “Cool. You got the same schedule as me and my best friend, Toni.” She says before handing the paper back to Serinity. Serinity tilts her head, “Is he nice?” She asks making Jonay laugh, “SHE just gotta get used to you.” She says making Serinity laugh.

(TBC...)

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luboytn · 5 years

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rami’s thoughts about you

a/n: wow. hi there, yall! if you have any ideas of story that I should write about-jus tell me bout it! I’m writing about rami n all characters he played. hope u will like my work! thx tysm

pairing: Rami Malek x reader

summary: you work at the café. rami is having crush on u and after a long time he finally decided to ask u about your number.

warnings: -

word count: 1500+

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I watch her long, tanned legs as she heads towards me. Y/N is wearing a white dress today with various colorful flowers; it reaches almost to her knees. She has ordinary white converss on his feet, which are already slightly damaged and dirty. Her hair is once again associated in a ponytail, which is decorated with a sweet, small bow. At the waist, a black apron with a logo of the apartment is tied.

I'm asking myself; How does this girl withstand this weather in this outfit? How aren’t her legs freezing when the north wind blows outside the window, which is like a breath of arctic cold, and every other day it is raining?

I look out the window for a moment. I see many people outside, half of whom are already wearing large, down jackets, prepared for the winter and frosts. What's wrong with this girl?

I bite my lip and tap my fingers on the table top. It's so annoying to have someone absorbing your thoughts. It distracts you from everything, because it is so unattainable, and at the same time literally, at your fingertips.

- Good morning. - I hear her velvety, sweet like candy, voice, so I look at her. In addition to small freckles, today her face is also decorated with a wide, snow-white smile, which sends in my direction when our eyes meet. My gaze goes down to the notebook, which she holds in her hands; I stop my eyes for a moment, focusing it on her long nails. Each of them is painted in a different color, which seems to me quite an interesting solution.

I do not know how long I watch them, but when I hear the girl grunt, I go back to the living and raise my head, looking her in the eye now.

- Welcome to "Lucky Strike" - she says again - Can I accept your order now? - she asks, and I am correcting myself in my chair.

I grab a card of dishes in my hands, although I know well that I am going to order what is usual. I am reading letters on paper again, and then I say:

- Classic Italian espresso. - I smile at her, what she reciprocates, and then sketch something on the notebook sheet.

- Anything else? - she asks without looking up, and I shake my head denying. - I'll give it in a second. - she says.

Y/N turns around, hiding a small notebook into the only pocket of her uniform, and then goes away. I suspend my eyes on her perfect hips, but it only lasts a moment.

I watch her enter the counter. She pushes under the cup shelf one of the crates that lie on the floor and then climbs onto it. She is too small to even now calmly reach for the desired dish. A pretty, charming sight, standing on tiptoe like a ballerina and trying to take off one of the cups. When she succeeds in a moment, involuntarily a creepy smile sneaks into my face, because I can see that it is the one with blue flowers.

I wonder why she is still giving me coffee in it. I mean, in this specific cup. Literally all the other espresso cups are completely white, and the one that stands out is the one that goes to me every next time.

Did she bring her it here? It is quite distinct, because it is the only one that is different. Maybe it's a kind of message? Is Y/N trying to tell me something? Oh, what am I saying. What would she want to show through a stupid vessel? That she likes blue flowers? Absurd.

I shake my head, fleeing my thoughts back to the brunette. I watch her turning on the coffee machine, doing two neat turns. It looks like she really loved this job because you can always see a smile on her face. She comes here every day joyful. She does pirouettes from time to time, for no reason, and laughs at herself, like a small child. It is such a delightful sight that you would like to come here just to see it. It is the best attraction that I have seen in my life.

I do not even know when, and I start to grin with myself and I have to look a bit strange, but I'm not really caring about it at the moment. I have such a sweet view in front of my eyes, I cant help how my body reacts.

I feel my heart beat faster when the brunette finishes making coffee and walks with the t towards me. She looks like a kind who intends to show off her drawings.

She leans over the table at which I sit. She puts a cup in front of me, saying kindly to "enjoy your coffee”. Then I pay attention again to her hands, and more precisely to the fingers that run gracefully through pure porcelain, when, after a really short moment, they disappear from my vision, I raise my head.

Unchecked, I get up on my feet, almost pouring freshly ordered coffee. I make a bit of noise, so the couple from the neighboring table looks at me, but after a few second they return around.

- Can I still order something else? - I ask, one hand raising slightly upwards, as if I was a student in a school bench. Penny turns to me, then with a smile, returns to me and stands at the table, leaning on it.

- Of course. How can I help you? - after asking questions, she reaches for a notebook and a pen, waiting for my next order. I begin to feel a slight anxiety and stress and suddenly, immensely strong, I am tempted to drink.

- Could I get your number? - I say before I even manage to mentally prepare for possible rejection. My eyes widen because I'm shocked that I've gotten the courage to ask her about it.

There is a somewhat awkward silence between us that echoes in my ears. Believe me, even when you hear no sound, this kind of silence can be deadly loud.

- My number? - Asks brunette, frowning, and I feel my face paler. I want to break the window next to us and run outside; run and run ahead, so no one would know where I am.

I'm starting to rebuke myself for my stupidity. Why did not I think she could have a boyfriend? She is so beautiful, kind and young, who would not like it for their self? Who would not want it to be their property? She may even be engaged or, worse, she has already got married; she has a child or even a bunch of them.

My hands are prone to itch because I really want to smash something. I'm mad at myself. Why didnt I thought about that I may be not her type? She probably already noticed that I come here five times a week, at the same time, and order the same coffee; and when I do, I start to observe her. I don’t exclude the possibility that at this stage she considers me a murderer or a pervert. If I was her - would have thought about myself that way. What normal guy, approaching up to fourty, looks at the same woman, in addition younger, for a year, grinning like an idiot, while drinking coffee?

- I think it would be better if you were to give me yours. - I hear Y/N’s voice, which pulls me out of the momentary state of reflection. I am slightly confused and try to understand her way of thinking. I raise one eyebrow, remaining quiet.

Does she not want to hurt me by giving me the wrong number, but she still has no heart to reject me?

- I do not have a phone, I'll call you from the booth. - she explains, probably seeing my embarrassment.

- Oh - I say - Yes, sure. Give me a piece of paper, I'll write it down for you - Im trying to sound natural, although I have a panic attack inside.

The girl pulls a piece of paper from her notebook and hands it to me with the pen. I enter my phone number on the card, trying to preserve the cute character of the letter. When I finish, i give it to the brunette, she puts it in her pocket, after folding it in half.

- What happened to your cell phone? - I ask, hoping that I do not violate her privacy or I do not enter delicate topics. Who knows if her phone has not been stolen recently, along with other valuable things? Or maybe she has no money to buy it?

- I just dont have it. - she answers briefly, seems slightly embarrassed. She has her head down and the pen in her fingers. Oh, if you could see her now; how sweet she is. I bet I assigned her this epithet at least fifty times today. However, it fits perfectly with her, she could be a definition of this word.

At this point, it does not even seem strange to me that she does not have a cell phone. Well, I admit that in the twenty-first century, it's harder to find someone without a phone than with it. Especially when it's a person, more or less, my age, and Y/N seems even younger.

Then I start to wonder how old she actually is? She looks like she is twenty-one, plus I've seen her drinking alcohol more than once, so she can’t be younger, right? I would not call her older than me, I'm sure. Therefore, I estimate that she may be about twenty-two years old. However, her low height and the clothes she used to wear make me puzzled, because if I look only at it, I would call her a teenager, maybe even a preschooler.

- I'll call you before I start work. I hope you are not asleep before eight. - she says with a smile that I reciprocate.

- No, I'm not sleeping. Relax, you have nothing to worry about. - I'm lying, because I usually get up at ten o'clock, but I would pick up my phone even if she was going to call in the middle of the night.

- That's good. - she smiles, hiding the card with my number in the pocket of her uniform. - I need to get back to work - she says, in a sweet voice, then moves away from the coffers in a lively step.

- I’m Rami, by the way - I'm screaming after her before she can get far away from where she would not hear me anymore. She only turns her head, and from her mouth movement I can read - "I know."

It does not take much to wonder how she knows my name. In fact, I immediately reject the idea of divorcing myself.

I sit back in my seat and let it out of my lungs. I'm still watching Y/N, until she finally disappears from the field of my vision as she enters through the dark door to the back.

I want to jump around the whole café; just shout and run around the tables, ignoring the others. I cover my mouth with a hand when a stupid, pride smile sneaks into it. With the fingers of the other hand I hit the table top, because my body is not able to behave calmly now.

Joy, excitement permeate all of me and I have the impression that any moment i will explode from the excess of intensity of these emotions.

I punish myself in my thoughts for procrastination with Y/N’s approach. She is so nice. Who knows, maybe if I started talking to her faster, we would be in a relationship that would bring us closer till we’d become a boyfriend and girlfriend; or at least friends with benefits.

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cottonwren · 5 years

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A Well Dressed Woman | T.S. | Part Three

Summary: Don’t anger the gods - heed the warnings you’re presented with

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“Ms. Pine. I thought you were going to send someone to make the deal?” Tommy asked as she walked over to him, taking his cigarette out of his mouth and letting the smoke slip gently from his mouth. He had gotten no sleep, and it was the way his head was plagued by two people, none that he’d met before, that kept him awake and made him turn to the poppy seeds once again. Two adults, one woman and one man. The woman, he could identify as Jamie’s mother. Dark chestnut hair like hers, almost a replica, except this woman did not smile. She did not smirk. She glared and snared and Tommy had almost been scared. The woman told him to betray Jamie to further his own business, she told him it was right. The man, he was nothing like either of them. He had blonde hair and chestnut eyes, and he told him that he’d regret hurting the Pines.

It didn’t take a second more of thought to wonder who he was, but he blocked them both out. It was business, and he was sure that he would be at the business end of Polly’s shotgun if he didn’t go through with it. At least with this option, he had a chance of getting away clean and with more than enough snow to enterprise upon, with a ‘missing’ storage container on his hands.

“And let someone mess it up? Nah. Plus, Tommy, this could be the start of a good partnership” Jamie smiled, folding her arms around her chest and holding out her leather gloved hand “So, you’ve got the documents?” She had remembered to insist on documents for Linn, though she knew that they would be of no purpose.

“I have” Tommy nodded, passing her them from a worker “When does the protection clause end?” He asked, watching her slide the envelope into her coat pocket, looking him dead in the eye with the same eyes that had haunted him all night. God, his dreams were getting really out of hand.

“When you screw me over, Thomas. So hopefully, it won’t end” Jamie told him, a jovial smirk on her lips, the same that had taunted him many times before and he hoped would continue to in the future. “Unless you don’t heed my warning” She reminded him.

“You can trust me, thought you’d have gotten that by now” Tommy told her, leading her to the docks “Come on then, let me show you around. Unless you’re satisfied and ready to piss off and leave me?” He teased, beginning to walk across the dirty path with her, the dirt imprinting on the bottom of her oxfords.

“No, no, I think I can handle a few more minutes away” Jamie told him with a smile, forgetting to be snarky. For a second, Jamie was just happy to be with him, and as soon as she realised that, she put her walls back up. “Can’t have anything going past my nose, can I?”

“Of course not” Tommy shook his head, heart palpitating as he saw her smile - toothy and full of life, Tommy regretted the actions he was about to take before he took them. He had her sold, though, and it was imperative for the plan that she was completely sold.

Tommy gave her a tour of the docks and showed him her large shipment container, branded with Shelby and Pine. Jamie liked the way their names looked together, but made no comment. Tommy did too, and he had toiled over the order of the two names but wouldn’t tell her. No chance.

“If that’s all, Tommy, I shall be on my way.” She told him, standing only a few inches from him, the cold biting into her cheeks, making them pink. Tommy had a strange urge to take her face into his hands, holding her and pressing his lips to hers until the warmth had returned to her skin. Thank god he could resist his urges.

“I look forward to our partnership, Ms. Jamie Leanne Pine” Tommy nodded, shaking her hand. “Give all my best to your sister”

“I will.” She smiled, then turned and walked away from the docks, getting into her car and driving back to her office in Small Heath, doing her best not to speed back. An unfamiliar feeling was settling in her stomach, and if anything had happened to even slightly threaten Linn’s life, she would be driving into Small Heath with the fury of a thousand men to kill all of the Shelby brothers single handedly. What’s worse was, she wouldn’t lose an ounce of sleep over it.

She parked and got out, entering the offices through the back, happy to find Linn sitting at her desk, a smirk on her face as she removed her glasses.

“Did it go well?” Linn asked, setting her glasses on her desk and setting her papers aside for a second “Well?”

“It did. I have a dreadful feeling, Linn, that I’ve made a slip in my judgement. I don’t think he’s going to betray us.” Jamie admitted, closing the office door behind her and sitting down.

“Our man on the inside said he would, and he told us how. He overheard, Jamie, and you know that he wouldn’t dare slip up. Not with your reputation, and your pay. He won’t get a job like this ever again from anyone else. I know you don’t want him to, but he will betray us. We have done the right thing” Linn assured her, putting her glasses back on once Jamie handed over the envelope. “You’ve checked it, I assume?”

Jamie was silent - she’d forgotten to check the fucking papers. There could be pictures of Karl Marx in that envelope and she would have been none the wiser. Fuck.

“Right, you didn’t check it, but it’s obvious that he expected you to” Linn sounded relieved as she opened the envelope carefully and opened up the documents “They’re legit. Jamie, you need to be more careful - the next deal, he’s going to expect you to not read them”

“Which I won’t” Jamie considered “But I know what I’m looking for”

“You do - and, Jamie, you have me reading everything. Nothing goes past me - the council thinks we sell feminine products and medication, and has never been any the wiser. Present yourself as both of us, remember? Take the best bits and turn into Ms. Pine. Not Jamie, not my big sister, not the person who read me bedtime stories up until I was thirteen. Ms Pine, who has sold more drugs than anyone in the world and holds her customers under a razor blade with her brain. Ms Pine, who Tommy Shelby can wank to and lose to”

“Who are you and what have you - Linn Bonnie Pine, is that blood on your palm” Jamie screeched, taking her hand and examining it “It better be someone else’s”

“It is. A peaky blinder watched you leave the office, so I went through the back, as you usually do, and I wrapped myself up in my overcoat, and I asked him where I was. Like a lost little lamb, and he said the exact location. Which meant he wasn’t from around here, obviously. So, I knocked him out and hauled him into the alleyway. He’ll recover soon enough” Linn told her, giving her account of the affair, eyes alight with menace and excitement. Jamie wanted to run for cover. She herself had never enjoyed the dirty work, and she had hoped that Linn never would. A hitman only existed in dirty trades like theirs, but an accountant could go anywhere. If Linn had a taste for fighting, then it would only be so long until she began doing it for fun, and then word would get out, and then there goes her little girl’s future.

“I know you don’t want me fighting, so I’ll only do it when it’s necessary, I promise!” Linn giggled, filing the papers away in her drawer “So, what are you going to do about Tommy?”

“Well, I’m going to go to the races, as planned, to talk to that MP and make a deal, but also to sit near him and see what he does” Jamie told her “The peaky blinder that you decided to bludgeon will no doubt remember your face, meaning that it’d be dangerous to put you in the same place as fifty of them.”

“I’ll hit him again” Linn shrugged, setting her glasses on her head “He went down fairly quickly”

“That’s because you punch like a fourty year old brawler, love. You can’t punch bullets, and the idea of you even close to danger makes me feel sick” Jamie rolled her eyes, then continued “As I was saying - if Tommy hasn’t betrayed us, he will ask about the next shipment…. And, if he doesn’t say anything, he will have stayed silent.”

“Someone’s going to be tight lipped then. The deal with the MP, it’s just a regular trade, right?” Linn asked, pulling out the list “Fifty Grams of coke. Usual rate, plus a hundred to ensure confidentiality”

“Yes. Personally, I don’t know where he thinks that one hundred pounds is going to get him in bribery, but there we go” Jamie shook her head softly “I will be going in my three piece - no man will make deals with anyone wearing ruffles. Sexist and a shame, but there we go. Truth sucks”

Over in Small Heath, Tommy was exhilarated. The shipment container was being opened, standing proud in his warehouse. He stood back with Arthur, who had told Linda that he was doing paperwork. As Isaiah and Finn pulled back the door, they stepped back and let Tommy take over. Inside the container were crates upon crates, but what was more interesting was the note on top of the first crate they pulled out, marked out with a P and a little tree logo. Pine Pharma.

Slipping his nail under the wax seal, he opened it, passing the envelope to Isaiah and unfolding the parchment.

‘Hello there, Thomas’ read the neat handwriting. Ah, fuck. Tommy let out a loud sigh and then carried on reading.

‘I expected you to do this. I knew you wouldn’t heed my warning, and I have tried to memorise your pretty face, for when it gets ruined. For all of your brilliance, how have you not accounted for this? Enjoy the flour, sweetheart.

Lots of love,

J. L. P.’

Tommy threw the paper down onto the floor, running his hands through his hair “Fuck me” He groaned, pacing “Isaiah, get one of the fucking crates open” He barked, his world falling to shit.

His chest burned and he wondered how the hell she had managed to do it. She had fallen for him, hook, line, and sinker, hadn’t she? Tommy could forsee most things, but this was something else. She was something else.

“Tommy, this ain’t snow” Isaiah told him with a wince, opening yet another crate of self raising flour “Unless you wanna make a cake, this is useless” He added, having dabbed a bit onto his tongue and been sufficiently disappointed. To be fair, he should have realised that it wasn’t cocaine from the looks of it, but he was still allowed to be hopeful, right?

“Fucking hell” Tommy groaned “Fucking woman. Fuck. How the- fucking hell. Isaiah, Finn, Arthur, get rid of the flour. I’m going for a fucking drink. Fucking hell” He grumbled as he stalked off, lighting a cigarette. How he’d break the news to Polly was another thing. He could hear her now ‘How did you let her do this, Tom?’. He could hear his own reply, defensive and honest. God, he needed a drink.

As he practically stropped through the lane towards The Garrison, it started to rain - not the light rain, either, but the heavy kind that thunders on you and bruises slightly. Tommy really wandered what god he’d pissed off some days, and he laughed to himself when he realised that she was.

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lesbianboy91-blog · 5 years

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Wish I had privacy. But I don't. I'm being watched. And if they decide to arrest me tonight, consider how much money was spent on surveillance the entire time I was looking for a job, to arrest me the day before I would have started one.

I'll keep typing because this started last year before January. Hour after hour after day after week after month and application after application after bloody Flippin God damn another user name and password mother fuxker what the hell do you mean Walmart. Con is unavailable it was unavailable two weeks ago and the cook back there was here this morning when I came by earlier and you're telling me that you're not looking for another one?

But they're watching me smoke meth. And one time I got so stressed out that I recklessly made the comment "I'm (just) about about ready to shoot myself" to a bank representative who took it seriously thentook it too her manager who took it seriously but really they were just exercising their freedom to act retarded as if I hadn't explained to them by now a million times that I did not mean I wanted to hurt myself.

But, low and behold, a good while later ( I'd forgotten about the whole thing with the bank), I see cops approaching followed by the familiar call of "Hey James" that very seldom precedes anything but trouble despite the sincerest of my efforts to remain inconspicuous enough not to attract any attention from the police.

And so begins the saga of I dont want to kill my self part three: return of the assholes. And I know I shouldn't speak disrespectfully of law enforcement but doucebag is only that much less disrespectful and, in total seriousness, I paid my whole demographic's worth of respect during encounters with the police and we're far from being even in that department ever since what doucebag and asshole put me through. Because, apparently, a wellness check doesn't mean checking on a person's wellness. A wellness check appeanently does not consist of such interactions as, "Hey we heard you wanted to kill yourself. You okay? Oh you were just using hyperbole? Yeah chicks're never really cool with manner of expression. You should probably cut back on the metaphors. But okay man well, you take it easy"

Apparently that's not how those are supposed to work.

Instead, a wellness check means we search your bag and we pat you down and we're not convinced that you're not planning to shoot us and then yourself at the very first chance that we don't give you you sneaky little bastard you. We need to put you in the car while we figure out what the fuck we can arrest you for now go ahead and step out no you still aren't free to go why don't you tell us have you ever jerked off to a lesbian film?

Okay okay. I've been completely and totally honest up until the lesbian thing and that joke was at the risk of this story's integrity. The real question they asked ("Do you have anything illegal in your pockets") wasn't any less incriminating than asking me about the grossly unjustifiable amount of lesbian porn that I have watched would have been.

They knew I did it! And they set me up to fall victim to the situation without reminding me that I had the right to zip my lips. Lips could have used a little nudge in the Miranda bone saying, " you do have the right to not be a whiny little bitch you know"

Cuz folks, Ive heard the evidence and I can stand before God and country steadfast in my belief that no one on this earth wants to hear me talk.

But i didn't know that I had a choice in the matter and tried to get back to the precepts of this fiasco; that's damned weapon that nobody could find. And os I told them that it wasn't a weapon and I told them a little more pleadingly that I didn't want to hurt myself and the. I was practically begging that with the object in my pocket I could not hurt myself but they could hurt me badly by pressing me for it. And so, when my attempt to just kind of show them the tip of it hoping to establish the consequences before they happened, officer opera singer shatters all the glass in the auditorium with her outstanding performance e of "Is that your meth pipe!?!?!?!??? In G#. So unable to bear the weight of stupid on my face I threw it down and broke it in resignation to go quietly. And I told them and hey I'm not resisting and HEY IHMYGID OQ KW WOS DUXK CU J FUCJ FUXJ!!!!

They fucking broke me.

They broke my spirit a little bit but that's mostly in my vagina. I know without a doubt they broke ribcage. I tried to explain the eerie satisfaction of the drip inside my belly by comparing it to a massage but I have never had a massage and ultimately just sounded like a douchbag. In reality, unable to know the experience of having a miscarriage, I think it must feel something like that . My heart ached a little for time times its surely happened.

I didn't get to see an attorney. I wrote her every week and tried calling but no more than three times if only twice and when my day in court finally came and my attorney was "at a doctors appointment" I asked to proceed without her but was told that the prosecutor would not speak to me. I was summoned back to court a month and two days after that where, after fourty-five agonizing minutes I finally got to meet my dear and faithful attorney. I was ready to sign anything I could to get out of there that day so I could finally have some help from an attorney . I took the first offer they gave me and now that I finally have a case in my defense, I'm surely going to be arrested for failing to report. It's been a long month or two and as we all know, I'm not ready to go and pass the drug test. And what's more?

I still can't seem to find a fucking job.

I pled guilty to possessing Marijuana in another town. As a direct consequence of this, my liscense is suspended and I am not eligible to obtain an occupational, commercial, or otherwise provisional liscense and frankly I'm not sure if I can even ride in the vehicle. This despite my spotless driving record. I've never been stopped on a vehicle, only on foot.

So anyway, that's all there is. I still smoke meth, and since that's the only thing that fucking matters to these people I'm sure by the time you get through reading this I'll be in jail again

Wishing I could speak to an attorney.

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fardell24b · 2 years

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Party at 111 Howard - Part 4

Party at 111 Howard – Part 4

Andrea sneaked out of her house, as she usually did. She then headed towards Howard Drive... She hoped to have some kind of fun.

Back at the Blum-Deckler's, Tiffany had finally chosen something that she thought was close enough to perfect. “Six Fourty,” Sandi said, once her friend had dressed.

“We can get there just after seven,” Quinn said.

“That's a good time,” Sandi said.

“Perfect,” Tiffany responded.

Angie arrived at the house in Howard Drive. 'Gosh! This place needs work!' she thought as she walked up the path. She knocked on the door. Brittany answered it. “Hi, Brittany.”

“Angie. You haven't seen Kevin, have you? He's supposed to be here by now.”

“I haven't,” Angie admitted.

“I hope he hasn't forgotten!” Brittany exclaimed.

“He could have,” Angie said.

“Come, I'll introduce you to the hostess,” Brittany said.

Angie nodded.

“Jane?”

Jane turned at Brittany's voice. “Yes?”

“This is Angie.”

“I have seen her around,” Jane said. “How did you find out?”

“I think it was Nikki,” Angie said. “She's coming too.”

“Another cheerleader,” Jane considered. “So, who told her?”

“I don't know,” Angie admitted.

Daria answered the door again. She had seen Angie arrive, and hoped there wouldn't be too many others. “Hello?” she said as she opened the door.

“Is this the house with the party?” Andrea asked.

“I haven't heard of other parties in the street,” Daria answered. “But it hasn't really started yet, if you're thinking of gate crashing.”

Andrea chuckled. “Oh! I can wait, hang around upstairs...”

“Just don't take anything, or mess any rooms more than they already are.”

“Of course not,” Andrea said as she entered. “By the way, I passed several other fellow students down the street. They were taking their time.”

“I'll warn Jane,” Daria said. She watched Andrea go up the stairs before heading out to be backyard.

Daria found Jane talking to Jodie and Brittany near the Gazebo. “Andrea is here,” she said to Jane.

“And who else?” Jane asked.

“She said she passed several more who were on their way!”

“I'm sure we can handle it,” Jane said.

“It's going to spiral out of control!” Daria groused.

“I hope not,” Jane considered.

“Don't worry, Daria,” Brittany said cheerfully.

“There's plenty to worry about,” Daria groused.

“I'll make sure it won't get out of control,” Brittany said encouraging.

“That doesn't inspire me with confidence.”

“I've learned from experience,” Brittany responded in a lower tone.

'I guess so,' Daria thought.

Meanwhile, Angie was talking to Max Tyler, one of the other Mystik Spiral members.

“...Criminale?” Angie asked.

“We go all out, man!”

“Really?” Angie asked in a dubious tone.

“We do. We're, like on the edge!”

“I'll see,” Angie said.

The Fashion Club had left Tiffany's house. “So, where in the street is this party?” Stacy asked.

“111,” Sandi answered.

'Why does that sound familiar?' Quinn wondered.

“Right,” Stacy said.

“We should be there on time,” Sandi said.

“Sorry that it took time,” Tiffany said.

“Don't mention it,” Sandi said.

Mack answered the door and saw a few of his team mates. “Joey, Jeffy and John?” he asked.

“It's Jamie!”

“Sorry, Jamie,” Mack said. “You can come in.”

“Is Quinn Morgendorffer here?” Joey asked as he came in.

“She isn't, but Daria is.”

“Daria? Really?” Jeffy asked.

“Yes,” Mack said. “It seems she's the only one who was actually invited.”

“Oh, it's Jane's place!” Joey realised.

“You didn't know before?” Mack asked.

“I haven't been here in years!” Joey said.

“Cool,” Jamie said.

“Then maybe you can show us the way to the kitchen,” Jeffy said.

“Sure,” Joey said.

Mack looked at Jeffy.

“What? I'm hungry.”

Andrea was looking through the rooms, wondering which was which. She opened a door, and looked in. She smiled. She had found Jane's room, it being the only one with an easal. She slipped into the room.

Brittany slipped into the kitchen and saw the Three J's there. “Hi, Joey, Jeffy, James,” she said.

“It's Jamie!”

“Sorry,” Brittany said. “Jane sent me to start bringing stuff out into the yard.”

“It's out in the yard?” Jeffy asked.

“Yes,” Brittany answered.

“Cool!” Jamie said.

“So, grab something!” Brittany directed, as she grabbed a bowl of chips. 'I hope Quinn won't arrive to distract them!'

“Of course,” Joey said as she grabbed a couple of soda bottles.

#andrea hecuba #brittany taylor #daria #daria morgendorffer #fanfic #jane lane #max tyler #michael 'mack' mackenzie #quinn morgendorffer #sandi griffin #stacy rowe #tiffany blum-deckler

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delenaciamacco · 4 years

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15 Thanksgiving Fun Facts You'll Want To Share On Turkey Day

Presented to you by DeLena Ciamacco

Thanksgiving Day is mainly comprised of three activities: spending time with the family, watching football, and eating a hearty meal of turkey. But while you wait for the turkey to be done cooking and for the football game to return from commercial, you’ll want to do more than scroll through Instagram. These Thanksgiving Day fun facts will keep the conversation going, and you may just teach your loved ones a thing or two about the national holiday. Here are interesting bits to share throughout the day

1. Historians have no record of turkey being eaten at the first Thanksgiving.

The first Thanksgiving Day feast happened in 1621 with three whole days dedicated to the celebration. Although turkey was plentiful in the region and a common food source, it's likely that other "fowling" was served for the occasion, and the well-known bird wasn’t actually the star of the festivities. Instead, "ducks, geese and swans" are believed to have been served to the English settlers and Native Americans.

2. Benjamin Franklin wished the turkey was the national bird.

In a letter to his daughter, Benjamin Franklin wrote, "For my own part I wish the Bald Eagle had not been chosen the Representative of our Country...For the Truth the Turkey is in Comparison a much more respectable Bird." And although Franklin didn’t have his wish granted, his letter inspired a song performed in 1776, the Tony-winning musical about the drafting of the Declaration of Independence.

3. The first Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade had Central Park Zoo animals.

The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade was originally called the "Macy's Christmas Parade" to kick off the holiday shopping season, according to AM New York. Held in 1924, the first parade "included a menagerie of circus mainstays, including monkeys, bears, camels, and elephants, all borrowed from the Central Park Zoo," instead of the traditional character balloons.

4. Snoopy has made the most appearances in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Fourty-four years after the first Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, Snoopy made his debut in 1968 as a balloon. Throughout the years, the beagle has had a total of seven balloons, making 39 appearances "on and off through 2015" before he was replaced with Charlie Brown in 2016.

5. Sarah Josepha Hale was actually the "Mother of Thanksgiving."

Famously known for writing "Mary Had a Little Lamb," Sarah J. Hale was a 19th-century writer and editor who was nicknamed the Mother (or Godmother) of Thanksgiving. The named seemed fitting after she wrote a letter to President Abraham Lincoln and Secretary of State William Seward in 1863, calling for the declaration of Thanksgiving as a national holiday. Biography writes, "[Lincoln] followed suit, ultimately leading to a fixed time of annual celebration over the years."

6. The first professional Thanksgiving Day football game was played 1920.

Almost a century ago, Thanksgiving Day fell on November 25 and there were six football games played, according to the Pro Football Hall of Fame. Non-league teams like Elyria Athletics went up against league teams counted in standings. Football fans, whip these stats out from the results of that year's games and you will WIN at table talk:

Akron Pros (7) vs. Canton Bulldogs (0)

Decatur Staleys (6) vs. Chicago Tigers (0)

Elyria (OH) Athletics (0) vs. Columbus Panhandles (0)

Dayton Triangles (28) vs. Detroit Heralds (0)

Chicago Boosters (27) vs. Hammond Pros (0)

All-Tonawanda (NY) (14) vs. Rochester Jeffersons (3)

7. Thanksgiving was once celebrated on the third Thursday in November.

Decades after President Lincoln officially declared Thanksgiving a national holiday, President Roosevelt wanted to mix up the holiday by moving it up to the third Thursday in November, instead of the fourth. By doing this, there were seven more shopping days added in 1939, but it also upset football coaches whose weekend Thanksgiving games were switched to regular weekday games, and not to mention, calendar-printers had incorrect dates.

8. "Jingle Bells" was originally a Thanksgiving Day song.

Before becoming a Christmas anthem, Jingle Bells was an 1857 song titled "One Horse Open Sleigh," and its composer, James Pierpont, intended it to be a Thanksgiving Day song. But it became so popular around December 25 that in 1859 the title was changed to "Jingle Bells" and the rest is history!

9. Butterball has had a Turkey Talk-Line open for over 35 years.

Believe it or not, Butterball has been answering more than 100,000 turkey-related questions since 1981. If you find yourself with a million questions and Google is too overwhelming, reach for the phone because the Turkey Talk-Line is real and there to help you. Open to U.S. and Canada homes every November to December, the unique hotline is also available to take questions through online chat and email, plus, there are Spanish-speaking experts!

10. Each year, there are about 46 million turkeys cooked.

Thanksgiving Day and turkey go hand-in-hand, so this number shouldn’t be much of a surprise. Although not all Americans celebrate the holiday, there are still millions of families gathering around the table to eat one of the most special meals of the year—and for those who aren’t satisfied with only one day of it, Christmas is also a popular occasion to cook another turkey.

11. The turkey's tryptophan doesn't actually make you tired.

On Thanksgiving Day, you probably prepare yourself mentally knowing you’ll be tired after eating turkey, but the holiday bird isn’t actually to blame. Instead, the reason you can’t imagine doing else but watching football on the couch is because you over-ate. In fact, Dr. Daniel Barone tells Business Insider it's actually called "postprandial fatigue." Simply put, he says this means "after you've had a big meal your body goes into basically shutdown mode and sleep gets promoted."

12. Most Americans enjoy Thanksgiving leftovers more than the meal itself.

Sure, a home’s atmosphere on Thanksgiving Day is unlike any other: The kitchen bustling with last-minute cooking, the dining table set with the best china, and a football game playing on the TV, but many people actually enjoy leftovers more than the actual meal. So, before heading out for Black Friday shopping, confidently eat your stuffing and mashed potatoes because you won’t be the only one doing so.

13. President George H. W. Bush was the first to pardon a turkey.

In 1989, the 41st president pardoned the first turkey ever after noticing the 50-pound bird looked a little antsy at his official Thanksgiving proclamation. Since then, every president has upheld the tradition and a few of the turkeys have gone on to serve a different purpose. In 2005 and 2009, the birds went to Disneyland and Disney World parks to participate in the annual Thanksgiving parades.

14. The Wednesday before Thanksgiving is known as "Drinksgiving."

The holiday season is a time of celebration, which means toasts upon toasts are made. But before the annual feast begins, the night Thanksgiving has come to be known as the booziest days of the year. Also going by the name, “Black Wednesday,” bars aren’t the only businesses experiencing a boom of this night, but also car-services, like Uber, who offered free rides last year, according to Business Insider.

15. Black Friday, aka the day after Thanksgiving, is the busiest day for plumbers.

Plumbing and drain companies don't really get the Friday after Thanksgiving off seeing as though it's actually one of their busiest days of the year. In fact, it's so busy Roto-Rooter Plumbing and Water Cleaning Company actually calls it...well, "Brown Friday."

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#turkey day #Happy Thanksgiving #Thanksgiving Day #DeLena Ciamacco

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trueheda · 7 years

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and who are you, the proud lord said,that i must bow so low? the lands of KONGEDA located to the east of the desolate world and bordered by the endless sea to the west. divided into THIRTEEN regions with proud families that have controlled the world for generations. there regions that have managed to secure power between each other though generations, fighting for more and more power with political alliances and military strength, taking what they need, where they needed, the proudest households belong to these regions ( the woodlands, the north, the sun scorch ). there are rising powers ( the riverlands, the fallen fields, the forest folk) where the houses have been patient, the lords and ladies have waited and learned to play the game of thrones, gaining more, and more power, every year in their wake. and the smaller regions, but not to be forgotten that span the land and are key to securing power for any one home. the end of the twelve year conflict ended with THE WOODLANDS becoming home to the throne of kongeda when their most powerful family took the throne and declared themselves in charge, something that did not sit well with everyone in the land.

summary. this is a MODERN political turmoil / “ modern royalty ” verse inspired by game of thrones and historical events it takes place in the fictional world where strong royal/noble/high born families still control the political affairs of their regions and are all fighting to be the leaders of kongeda complete with political marriages, executions, assassinations, backstabbing treaties, bastards, power-plays and maybe not dragons. but tl;dr apply game of thrones politics to a world where phones and modern technology exists and !! have !! fun ?? the verse pics up three years after the woodlands have become the most powerful region in all of kongeda. bonus. yes nightblood is still a thing in this universe and ! it indicates a birthright to the throne of kongeda ( if you can make it there of course ) however there are very few who still believe in the idea that nightblood gives right to the throne.

the regions and noble/high-born houses for each region as well as corresponding kru.

the WOODLANDS ( trigeda ) - barcworn ( the royal family ), treisorrow, & branceon

the NORTH ( azgeda ) - blanc ( wardens of the north ), frigdjoy, & heilliers

the SOUTH ( sangeda ) - dehcert ( wardens of the south ), meutaietd, & stain

the RIVERLANDS ( floukru ) - wetlies ( highest noble family ) & bargeraons

the FALLEN FIELDS ( skaikru ) - cosmland ( highest noble family ) & techlinester

the DRIPPINGWOODS ( trishana ) - anteedoute ( wardens of the woods ) & fleish

the LAKELANDS ( podakru ) - brighttears ( wardens of the lakes )

the ASHLANDS ( boudalan ) - rockline ( wardens of the ashlands )

the GRAND PLAINS ( ingranrona ) - riders ( highest noble family )

the MOON BREATH ( delphi ) - knightstone ( wardens of the gods )

the EAST ( yujeda ) - maple ( highest noble family )

the BLACKLANDS ( louwoda kliron ) - wasteshadow ( highest noble family )

rules &. basic premise

every character will have a position in some sort of relation or within one of the named noble families. whether they be knights, members of nobility/the royal family, remember this group verse is all about power building and backstabbing !! killing anyone you need in order to rise to the top in this game of thrones.

your muse must be a part of THE 100 roleplaying community, oc and canon are both acceptable.

we will have a discord server set up for out of character interactions and plotting for alliances and backstabbing etc ! there will be sub servers set up for each region as well as accounts for them trickle in so you guys can discuss region-wide politics/hcs etc as well !!

there will be an optional in character group chat on kik as well !! seeing as this is a modern verse but it is in no way required to participate as we encourage the majority of the interactions to take place on the dash.

please have a character bio posted by 1 WEEK after joining the group verse so that people can better see how to politically sabotage interact with your muse.

this is a trigger heavy group verse we ask that muns be at least 17 years old before joining, and must be at least 18 years old if they are to participate in any sort of trigger heavy plots for their character.

PLOT PLOT PLOT !! in this type of group verse it’s probably the MOST IMPORTANT thing you can do. marry your characters off for political alliance make and kill npcs between characters to advance family strength !! have !! a !! blast !!

and obviously have fun ! there will be monthly activity checks for this group verse but other than that ? have at it !

send in applications to trueheda via. ask

tags for this group will be ASOKARIC and ASOKAROOC

application

FULL NAME & TITLES. born of the MONTH NUMBER month YEARS OLD years ago. of the house HOUSE ( if not of noble house make one up ) in REGION. partakes as OCCUPATION ( if noble put ‘ a member of the house ’ ). and has NUMBER of followers on instagram with a LARGE/SMALL influence POLITICALLY/ON SOCIAL MEDIA. ( url played by mun )

character sheets

THE NORTH

ONTARI OF THE NORTHERN MOUNTAINS, FIRST OF HER NAME, BLACK OF BLOOD, DUTCHESS OF TORON, TRUE HEIR TO KONGEDA, WARD OF THE HOUSE BLANC, SHE WITH WOLF’S BLOOD. born of the FIRST month TWENTY years ago. of the house NATBLIDA in THE NORTH. partakes as AN INSTAGRAM MODEL & MEMBER OF THE HOUSE. and has 25.3M followers on instagram with a LARGE influence POLITICALLY & ON SOCIAL MEDIA. ( trueheda played by kai )

ALEXANDER J MURPHY, HEIR TO LION'S ROCK, HAND TO THE TRUE QUEEN. born of the SECOND month FOURTY NINE years ago. of the house MURPHY in FALLING FIELDS. partakes as DUTCHESS ONTARI'S HAND. and has DOES NOT HAVE ANY followers on instagram with a LARGE influence POLITICALLY. ( monniers played by ur husband sun )

#group verse #the 100 group verse #:// universes [ group ] ( a song of knives and roses )

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