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askmyocsfromseveralfandoms · 2 years

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Ocs!

GF:

Daisy Frost

Elmer Frost

CRK:

Pumpkin Cookie

Pumpkin Spice Cookie

Sugar Glazed Pumpkin Cookie

Magician Cookie

Whipped Cream Cookie

S’mores Cookie

Milk Chocolate Cookie

Pharaoh Cookie

Strawberry Shortcake Cookie

Snow Cone Cookie

Sea Weed Cookie

I have 936 but here are my main ocs-

HSC:

Angel Calvin

Alexander Allens

PW:

Angel May

Annie May

Ciara Layes

Ciera Layes

Amy Debeste

Dennis Tainne

Lianne Coleman

Lio Coleman

Liana Coleman

Jonathan Deiluv

John Deiluv

Clara Williams

Mathew P. Rick

Veronica Jules

Phay Saj

Alexander Koi

Michael Rollans

FNF:

Amelia Monique

Noe

Victoria/Ria

Marlie

Potato

Fries

Among Us:

Wolfpup

DumMeatBread

Potato Fries

Harry Potter:

Noel Silver

Lexi Silver

Mel Silver

FNAF:

Alexander(Alex)

Alexandra(Alexa)

Allen

Pepa Parrot

Luis Lynx

Hyla Hydra

TSP:

Maddie Rider

Author

Gem Rose

Grace Rays/Gay-mer #24

TD:

Emmie Silver (No,she is not related to Noel Silver)

Ginna Summers

Damien Michel

James Prince “JP” Jones

Apollo Mendez

Amy Mendez

Lia Shane

Lio Shane

Ellie Mina

Eliza Mina

M Mendoza

Mika Mendoza

Object Shows:

[CAP]

Paper Bag

Glasses

Guitar

Speakers

Colored Paper

Backpack

Tomato

Fork

Curtain

Scissors

Pool float

Pumpkin

Baguette

Churro

Chocolate donut

Coloring book

Crayons

Oil pastels

Laptop

Fan

Beanie

Picture frame

Drawing tablet

Notebook

Colored pencil

Daggers

Daisy

Flower Pot

Spinning Ballerina

Daisy Seed

Wine glass

Water pitcher

Cream Puff

Camera

Snake

Crystal Ball

Hand Mirror

Magic Wand

Card Stack

Blob

Glitch

Charger

Keys

Ice Cream

Stylus

Bowtie

Apron

Trumpet

Violin

Halo

Amulet

Muffin

Invisible Wall

Lighter

Fur Ball

Gun

Gift Box

Boxing Glove

Spring

Lamp

Pillow

Google Translate

Meme

Sunglasses

Crown

Tiara

Bumble Bee

Air

Watch

Candy Heart

Shadow

Lightning Necklace

Mood Ring

Comedy Book

Pebble

Shapeshifter

Correction Tape

Duster

Mop

Water Bucket

Song

Script

Hidden Camera

Banana

Orange

Lemon Juice

Cup

Knight

Spear

High Heels

List

Permanent Ink

Ink

Dino Toy

Paint Bucket

Mini Paint Brush

Cake Pop

Last Place Medal

Pizza Slice

Treasure Chest

Golden Coin

Silver Coin

Bent spoon

Rusty Spoon

Bucket Of Sand

Shovel

Toxic Waste

Polluted Air

Noelle

Athena

[BTTI]

Gigabyte

Megabyte

Megawatt

ICloud

Storage

Application

Electricity

Digital

Digital Battery

Camera App

Google

Youtube

Twitter

Tiktok

Instagram

Gacha Club

Cookie Run:Kingdom

Messenger

Tumblr

Facebook

Recroom

IbisPaint X

Twitch

Texting Story

Kinemaster

Picsart

Capcut

Gmail

Spotify

Discord

Glitch

Virus

Buffering

Malfunction

Tablet

Wire

CU:

Ellie Jamison

Ellen Jamison

Kristine Krupp

CN McArthur

Simon Tolentino

Adriana Maddison

Naixil Seyer

Tina Treys

Roblox:

DumMeatBread

Encanto:

Payne

Ari

Nixxie

Ali

Saphire

Cloud

Reina

Allen

Pierce

Peony

Eddie

Nino

Jace

Kyra

Yuri

Yazan

Mira

Mina

Elleon

Oliver

Olivia

Margaret

Jahn

Jane

Jan

Falcon

Pablo

Pace

Juan

Stella

Sergio

Phoenix

Amber

Snowflake

Alroy

Lolita

Fiona

Ada

Marigold

Alex

Nada

Lilian

Liliane

Gigi

Diana

Diano

Júlia

Lia

Pokemon:

Alliana

Brian

Cherry

Dia

Everest

Faire

Giana

Liona

Prof.Willow

Britney

Brendon

Alexander

Zoi

Baxter

Yui

Cayla

Diana

Warren

Ellie

Vannesa

Alfonzo

Teeki(Fire/Ghost)

Lirog(Water/Poison)

Flowt(Grass/Flying)

Maskoura(Fire/Ghost)

Poitoad(Water/Poison)

Hilora(Grass/Flying)

Sealer(Water/Ice)

Caledyar(Ice/Fire/Grass)

Jokeon(Laughing/Poison)

Asheon(Lava)

Slimeon(Goo)

Mealeon(Food)

Museon(Music)

Mageon(Magic)

Elementeon(Elemental)

Rusheon(Hyper)

Sweetieon(Sugar)

Emoteon(Emotional)

Glitcheon(Glitch)

Kyuteon(Beauty)

Campeon(Camp)

Ribeon(Bone)

Twineon(Co-op)

Personaleon(Personality)

Compulseon(Disorder)

Tumbleon(Gymnast)

Universeon(Universal)

Normaleon(Normal)

Phoeneon(Fire)

Waveon(Water)

Foresteon(Grass)

Fluffeon(Flying)

Meleeon(Fighting)

Toxeon(Poison)

Thundeon(Electric)

Diggeon(Ground)

Crysteon(Rock)

Futeon(Psychic)

Frozeon(Ice)

Ladeon(Bug)

Spireon(Ghost)

Metaleon(Steel)

Hydreon(Dragon)

Shadeon(Dark)

Whimseon(Fairy)

Hippeon(Calm)

Saniteon(Sane)

Murdeon(Insane)

Perfumeon(Scent)

Broadcasteon(Weather)

Exeon(Abnormal)

Kanddi(Sugar)

Multin(Lava)

Misingno(Glitch)

Mįšśìñg_Tēxtûrę(Glitch)

Manypula(Emotional)

Sirkou(Laughing)

Sown wayv(Music)

Frozine(Ice/Grass)

Glacitree(Ice/Grass/Camp)

Pixxirod(Electric/Metal/Fairy)

Job Simulator:

Sugarbot

Cuphead:

Jenna

Lucy

Damien

MLB:

Lottie

Axxylottl

Arien

Tumblr Ocs:

Mod

Writer

Potato/Fries

Artist

Shipper

Procrastinator

IRL

Righty Tighty

Lefty Lucy

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live-the-fangirl-life · 3 years

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Ink and Irises

Elide Lochan x Lorcan Salvaterre AU

Just another tattoo parlour/floral shop AU. Short and sweet.

Parlors and Petals - Part 1

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Elide let the buzz of the tattoo needle drown out the rest of the world.

She looked around the small shop, proud of how she built the business from the ground up. The black-and-gold painted walls were covered with drawings and art prints. Neon signs hung sporadically showing off glowing lips, fingers holding up ‘peace’, ‘rock on’, or ‘fuck off’ signs—the largest neon was right above the front desk and read Anneith’s Ink in bright gold lettering—while rock music blared from the speakers. The shop was her pride and joy.

She pulled up her notes from her last client consultation and started sketching the base of what would be a floral wrap. This was her favorite kind of client: the kind who told her an idea and then let Elide run with it. She got to be creative, playing with styles and designs that she thought would look best on her client.

Biting her stylus, she studied the drawing she’d just finished. It was fine for a first draft. She saw where she would add shading and blend the colors, but something about it wasn’t sitting right.

She got an idea. Glancing at the clock to make sure she had time before her next appointment, she hastily put her tablet in her bag and threw on her leather jacket. The jacket, her favorite piece in her closet, was covered on the back with patches and pins from different places she’d been. It was well-worn and had definitely seen better days, but she would wear it until it was literally falling off her.

“I’m stepping out, Manon!” She called to the other tattoo artist who was currently bent over at her station, drawing the outlines of a dagger down the inner forearm of the woman sitting in her chair.

Her silver hair fell back, showing the small piercing on the side of her eyebrow, and the needle stopped buzzing as Manon raised her head to look at Elide.

“Cool. Wanna grab me a coffee?” She dipped her needle into the ink and moved back to the half-finished drawing. “and remember to try to not be so obvious with your ogling.” She added with a smirk, returning her full attention to her work.

Elide rolled her eyes and flipped Manon off as she walked out the door, barely hearing the snort her friend made at the gesture.

Elide made sure her bag was secure on her shoulder and turned to walk down the block.

It wasn’t the first time she had been inside Hand Picked by Hellas, but it always struck her how fresh the shop smelled whenever she walked in. When she first started tattooing, she figured out that it was always best to use real things to base her drawings off of. It wasn’t always practical, and more often than not she had to rely on photos from her clients and the internet.

But having a floral shop open right down the street from her tattoo parlor was a blessing because, shit, she couldn’t keep count of how many people wanted floral and botanical tattoos. It was also a blessing because she had gotten to know its owner.

A bell chimed as she stepped into the brightly lit shop. With large front windows, there was always sunlight steaming into the space. One wall was covered floor to ceiling with cut flowers arranged by color and size, while the back was a maze of towering greenery. It was beautiful and impressive, but that wasn’t what caught her eye.

She was focused on the man standing behind the counter.

Lorcan Salvaterre wasn’t the kind of man you would assume owned a botanical shop if you passed him on the street. Standing impressively over six feet, with long black hair—that today had been thrown up into a messy bun—and with enough ink to rival her own, he had a resting glare that could freeze anyone on the spot.

But Elide watched as Lorcan continued arranging a bouquet, too caught up in what he was doing to notice she had walked in. Today he was wearing a black V-neck t-shirt that showed off his tattooed arms and she allowed herself time to admire the artwork. Over his shirt, he wore a lavender apron with the shop’s logo across the chest and pockets full of stems and leaves from earlier trimmings. His hair had started falling out of his bun and small pieces were falling into his eyes, but it was still pulled back enough to show off his strong jaw line and dark stubble.

It was no secret that Elide liked what she saw.

“Busy day, Salvaterre?” She stalked towards the counter and his face snapped up at her voice. He set his scissors down and rested his elbows against his side of the counter. He smiled, but it almost instantaneously turned into a smirk.

“Everyone wants flowers, Lochan.” He quickly looked her up and down. “Wedding season, and all that.” He waved a hand at the dozen or so packaged bouquets ready to be picked up and delivered. “What brings you by?”

He paused and leaned closer, staring at her intently, “You know you don’t need a reason. I’m fine with you just stopping by to watch me work.” That insufferable, delicious smirk grew.

Elide rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop her lips from twitching upwards. She just answered his question with the same response he had given her.

“Everyone wants flowers.” Placing her own elbows on the counter, mimicking his position, she beamed up at him. “I’ve got a girl who wants her arm wrapped in blooming flowers, so I am here to get some inspiration.”

Lorcan was used to this. At least once a week Elide would drop in to buy some fresh flowers to use as models for a new tattoo she was drawing. It was always the best part of his day, and he would get disappointed when he was closing and she hadn’t come by, cursing himself for how stupid that was. He would be seeing her again soon enough.

“What do you need today?” He was already walking around the counter and across the shop to the wall of flowers.

“Surprise me.” She walked behind him, watching the way his jeans clung to his ass as he moved. Biting her lip, she quickly stepped beside him so he wouldn’t notice her obvious ogling and tease her for it.

Lorcan pulled down a handful of bright blue flowers, light purple ones, even some peach-colored blossoms that hadn’t fully opened. Finally, he picked a single red rose.

But he didn’t put it with the small bouquet he just made. No, he reached down and handed the rose to her.

“This one’s for you. On the house” he winked and turned back toward the register.

This time Elide didn’t try to hide her smile.

She watched as he finished wrapping up the flowers and rung up the total.

“You know,” Elide twirled the rose in her fingers as she paid. “I don’t know how my boyfriend would feel if he knew you were giving me flowers.” She looked up at him through her lashes with a small smile. “He can be very territorial.”

He rolled his eyes but smirked back at her. “Something tells me he won’t mind this one.”

She laughed and collected her bouquet. Then she flashed him wide smile and leaned across the counter to press a firm kiss to his lips.

“Thanks, as always! I’ll see you at home, babe.” She opened the door and turned back to see him watching her with a small smile, “Love you!”

He raised one hand to wave her goodbye.

“Love you too.”

*****

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#elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #elorcan #Elorcan fic #Elorcan fluff #au #throne of glass #elide x lorcan #lorcan x elide #elide and lorcan #lorcan and elide #tattoo shop #flower shop #tattoo/flower au

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vegetacide · 5 years

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Cloak and Dagger

Veg●notable: Okay, I had a little fun with this and took a few liberties with one of the boys… It worked for I wanted but I am not sure how it will be received... ::ducks behind a Tracy so she doesn’t get hit with anything...::

Also I am kinda being a pantser with this chapter.. I have a general idea of where I want it to go but I didn’t suss it out like I have in other chapters so please excuse if the pacing if off. I kinda let the Boys tell me where they wanted to go and what sort of interactions they wanted to have….and they may have gone a bit off course..

As per the norm.. All errors and such are my own.

Read, review, like, reblog.. Whatever the platform, it is very, very much appreciated and it all acts as my motivational fuel.

Previous Chapters

Intro | One | Two

Chapter 3: Games

Enjoy!

o0o

Scott drummed his fingers along the careworn surface of his father’s desk, his gaze lost to the middle distance as he thought over the information that had just been brought to him. Not that there was much, which was the problem in and of itself.

Kayo and Lady Penelope had had very little to tell him. After Fuse’s botched attempt at the old, disused power plant to obtain nuclear material he’d just up and disappeared. Their security expert and London agent had been traipsing around the globe trying to track down leads for weeks now but there was no sign of the Chaos member, his sister or for that matter the Hood… anywhere..at all.

For the Hood on his own, it wasn’t that unusual. The criminal would go quiet for a spell and not resurface for months. Now that he was with the Crew, that was an entirely different story.

Normal some tidbit of information would crop up of a sighting in some far corner of the world, or a rumour of some heist or another would drift about on the dark web. Either Lady P would poke at it to figure out if it was worth further effort or Kayo would get a call from the GDF to check with some contacts but everything had gone silent. There was nothing, no where.

Scott looked up at the muted holo-cast. A variation of the same headline scrolled along under the chrome anchors’ desk and something in the pit of his stomach tightened. This eerie feeling of foreboding had been dogging him since the plant and he just knew this wasn’t going to end well.

Picking up an old school stylus that for some reason his father had kept even with the advent of modern computer interfaces, Scott examined its length. His father had owned it for as long as he could remember. He’d once asked Jeff why he insisted on keeping it and his father had smiled in that way he did and had said that ‘somethings were just worth keeping.’ He hadn’t elaborated in any other way or given any other hint to his reasoning after that. It left Scott scratching his head in confusion.

Even now all these years later he still didn’t understand though as he looked at the smooth finish and felt the weight of it between his fingers, he could understand its appeal. It provided something tangible to hold on to, tactile.

In his case not only physically but it also provided him with a psychologically connection to the man they all missed so much. A man he truly wished was with them right now.

Maybe the great Jeff Tracy would be able to wrap his head around all this, come out with a master plan so at the end of the day the world was a better, safer place. Scott certainly didn’t think he had the chops to do it himself. Self doubt was a bitch especially when there was no supporting hand to guide you.

His father was going to come home, Scott knew that for sure. WIth Brains basically locked away working on the zero-x engine it was only a matter of time. Scott just hoped that when they got their father back…. Why was he even thinking about this? Setting the stylus back down, he rubbed at the back of his head in hopes of dispelling the direction of his thoughts. This was not helping.

Snagging his forgotten cup of coffee, he took a swig and grimaced. Cold and it was the good stuff from Virgil’s hidden stash behind the lima bean in the pantry. Eyeballing the drink with its thin layer of cream film on top, he sighed and tossed the rest back. It was too much effort to haul his ass downstairs for a fresh cup, besides his brother would kick his butt if he were to find out he knew of the existence of the rich, smoky ground beans and had wasted it. Better to just suck it up and deal with the cold brew then risk the engineer’s wrath.

“Thunderbird 5 to base.”

“Hey John,” Scott greeted with the raise of his now empty coffee mug. “What’s up?”

“Just letting you know Grandma is on approach. Will be there in t-minus 5”

“Thanks for the heads up.”

John nodded in return and they sat in silence for a moment. By the controlled look on John’s face Scott could tell that the monitor was working up to say something more. Leaning back in his chair, he cocked a foot over one knee and steepled his fingers as his brother processed whatever it was that was on his mind.

Scott didn’t want to push but time was ticking. “Johnny….?” He knew the use of his brother’s childhood nickname would get the ball rolling.

John’s eyes narrowed in annoyance at the moniker but the redhead let it slide. “How’s it going down there?”

Scott dropped his hands, pushed up to his feet and walked the short distance to the sunken seating area. “As well as can be expected.” Taking the steps down he parked on his usually couch with a heavy sigh. Sinking into the cushions with a slouch and tossing an arm up and over the back.

“That sounds...” John paused as he searched for the appropriate word, “to steal a phrase from Alan.. craptastic.”

One shoulder went up in a shrug and Scott dragged in a deep breathe. “Ya, well. Shitty situation but you know how these things go. Time and space and all that.”

“Time and space?” A smirk settled on John’s face. “This coming from you. Eos mark down the time and date. Scott is being reasonable”

“Time and date noted, John.” Came the young voice of the A.I. “I have also taken the liberty of recording this interaction for posterity in the likelihood that you want to revisit the momentous occasion.”

John chuckled as the light ring came into the view field of the camera. The array of little lights flashing in what Scott could only conclude as amusement at his cost. The A.I was learning and learning fast and Scott didn’t know how to feel about that.

“Hardy har.” A dry sound, accompanied by an eye roll. “Am I really that bad?”

The stare and awestruck look he received by way of answer should have been enough.”Aw, come on…”

“If smother hen was in the dictionary, Scott. You would be the picture beside it.” It was said rather frankly and that irked Scott into yet another eyeroll. “Matter of fact, it might actually already be in Urban Dictionary..”

“Okay. Okay..I get it. Enough already.” Scott’s boredom and disdain at the direction of the conversation wasn’t hard to miss. “I can’t help it. I worry about all of you.”

John took pity on his elder brother, the smile leaving his face. “I know you do, Scott. Especially when it’s Virgil.”

Scott sagged further into the couch.

“We all need to fall apart every now and again. The same applies to Virgil.” John spoke, his voice carrying across the distance. “As much as we rely on him to be the family rock, even a rock wears down over time when enough stress is applied.”

“Ya, I know. You’re right.” Scott leaned forward, his elbows coming to rest on his knees as he looked at the floor. “I just wish…” He didn’t finish his train of thought.

“Scott, he’ll be fine. Just give him the room to breath and in a day or two he will be right as rain again. He needs to stew this over a bit.” John shifted his gaze away from the cam, his projected hand skimming over something off screen.

“Well from what Brain’s has told me, Virgil has him doing system checks on all the wash-bays. Maybe an answer will be there for him.”

“You talked to Brain?”

“Yes, just before calling you. He wanted me to look at some computations. Double check his math and he didn’t want to bother Virgil with it” Floating about the space station some 22,000 kilomitres above them, John glaced backup a moment. “Why? Haven’t you talked to him?”

Scott sat up a bit straighter, sheepishly ashamed that the yelling the night before had sent the mousy genus into hiding in the bowels of the island. “Not since we got back..”

“Oh,” John failed to hide the nonplussed expression that flashed across the screen. “Glad I was off world last night than..:”

“Jay, you’re always off world”

John couldn’t say anything to counter that and Scott knew it. The star obsessed Tracy rarely made landfall and Scott tried to think back on how long it had been since the astronaut had been forced to submit to some down time.

“Scott, you’re getting that look in your eyes again.”

“What look?”

“The ‘I need to smother’ look that comes with the forehead wrinkles of the elderly.. Don’t you dare set your sights on me. I am needed up here with full access to all of 5’s systems and you know it.”

Scott put his hands up in surrender, not wanting to have another sibling forcibly shutting him out. “Message received and watched the old person jokes. They are laugh lines not stress.. The hair though, that’s all from you guys.”

John looked off camera again and his expression changed from brotherly bemusement to curious. “Aunt Val is reaching out. I’ll patch her though.”

Scott cursed under his breath and ignored the admonishing glare from space. Seemed he hadn’t sworn as quietly as he thought, good thing Gran….

“Scott Bartholomew Carpenter Tracy!”

Scott flinched at the sudden loud bark of reproach directed his way as his Grandmother marched into the room, fire and brimstone in her wake. “You were not raised in a barn, young man.” Crap, his diminutive elder was not impressed, especially if she broke out the little known and seldom used ‘Bartholomew.’

He was the only brother out of the five to be graced with the additionally middle name, gifted to him as the first born from his great, great Grandfather. A Tribute to a war vet that his father had been blessed with as well and one that made Scott shudder every time he heard it.

“Well technically… “John piped up earning him a warning glare from Scott.

“Gee John, thanks for the warning.. “ Scott grumbled with little enthusiasm and dripping with sarcastic annoyance.

“I did,” John blinked.

Scott contemplated several ways to seek revenge over the tirade of the fierce and feisty Sally Tracy and most of them involved airlocks and a module full of moldy bagels.

John did his level best to hide his smile at the misfortune of the eldest. “I told you she was on approach and you know she has the ears of a bat, Scooter.”

Scott glared at the space nut but all he got in return was a very large grin before the monitor disappeared and the 3D rendition of his Godmother materialized.

“Colonel Casey” Scott acknowledges, his Grandmother patted his knee in greeting and settled down on the couch beside him, the vexed look still sparking in her cerulean gaze.

“Valerie,” His Grandma piped up. “You’re a sight for sore eyes”

“Scott. Sally.” A crisp, formal acknowledgement. Definitely a business call.

The tone made Scott straighten his spine, posture ramrodding as his years of military training kicked in. Pushing to his feet, the Commander of International Rescue took up the forefront of his mind. The dilemma of the current Tracy drama brushed aside as the call to arms; so to speak, was issued by his honorary Aunt’s projected persona.

“What can I do for you, Colonel Casey?”

“Orders come down the pipe, Scott. General Abner informed me this afternoon that World Council has declared Kazakhstan a no fly zone. All personnel, both combative and civilian are on evac orders effective immediately. As of 23:00, anything in or outbound found crossing restrictive airspace will be termed hostile and dealt with accordingly.”

“And as our liaison..?” Scott asked, bracing for the answer that he feared.

“I’ve been advised to inform you that the restriction extends to International Rescue as well. Under no circumstance is International; Rescue to enter that airspace. Any action will be seen as an act of aggression against the WC and those perpetrating said act are to be shot down.”

“Noted.”

“Scott, you need to abide by this ruling. This is from way up the food chain. There will be nothing I can do to help you if these orders are disregarded. “ Casey stressed. “You will be on your own.I’ve also been instructed that anyone aiding and abetting is to be brought in and prosecuted under the full force of the law.”

Meaning, the whole family would be under threat and the whole might of the GDF would be pointed in their direction. Even though they claimed no allegiance to any known entity, International Rescue and by turn the Tracy’s would be marked as traitors “I understand Colonel.”

Essentially the country has been walled off and Scott wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He just hoped that there would be no call out for iR in the vicinity of the damned country but he knew from experience hopes and wishes were very seldom taken into consideration.

-o-o-

Some 6,500km away, tucked under a remote mountain village on the furthest edge of Kazakhstan a display monitor beeped to life with the flow of garish, green text. Servos hummed, fans ticked on and a smile crept across the harshly angled face with amber eyes.

Piece by piece plans that had taken months to arrange were finally starting to come together. Money had passed hands, people had been bought, information exchanged and like pawns on a chessboard, the players were shifting into their places.

Looking at the board, the queen slipped into place and unbeknownst to all but one, the king now sat vulnerable. The end was in sight.

Let the games begin.

TBC

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds fanfic #Virgil Tracy #Tanusha Kyrano #Kayo Kyrano #Scott Tracy #John Tracy #Gordon Tracy #Alan Tracy #Lady Penelope #Pen and Ink #Grandma Tracy #Colonel Casey #Cloak and Dagger #international rescue

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ahgaru · 6 years

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[Day6 Fic] Don't Stop The Rain

Who missed me on Tumblr? Lol. No one, ofc. But in case you were one of the Once/Twice series readers (That Young K x Reader fic, Once is a coincidence twice is not), or you don't read on other platforms where I posted this (ao3 or aff), here's another Day6 fic. Only this time, it's Jae x Reader. And I'm not sure if it'd be as good as the other but hope you'll enjoy.

Pairing: Jae x Reader (Fluff) Word count: 2,271 Characters: Day6 members, minor mention of Got7

I remembered an anime scene the moment I woke up with the guy and girl sharing umbrella, then I saw a twitter post right after that a rain + umbrella is romantic but.... What if the guy isn't kind at all to share his umbrella with you?

Chapter 1: Umbrella

It's frustrating when it's raining and you don't have your umbrella with you. But that frustrating moment could turn into a romantic one when there's an attractive guy holding an umbrella beside you--like those in books, movies or dramas, where the guy would offer to share his umbrella. A new love could bloom--or not.

"Aw man, it's raining real hard," the silver-haired guy utters after a groan before glancing at you "You don't have an umbrella?"

"Huh?" you flip your head to look at him, a bit startled, and you can't help but adore his tiny eyes covered by his silver hair. He tilts his head waiting for an answer "Uh, no," you shyly respond with a hope of him to offer his, or at least share it with you.

"That sucks," he just shrugs before looking ahead again and finally taking a step out of the shed.

"What the actual--" confounded with what just happened, you try to gather every ounce of self-restraint to not throw a shoe on him "What a jerk"

Letting out a sharp breath, you hug yourself because it's getting cold and step back so you won't get wet from the rain. You look up to the gloomy sky as you bite your lower lip to stop it from quivering.

It's been almost 10 minutes and you're still hugging yourself, looking down as you wait for the rain to stop.

"Hey! Here," you suddenly heard a not-so-familiar voice. Looking up, you see the stranger from before towering over you with his left arm stretched, holding a spare umbrella.

Maybe he's not a jerk after all. Trying to hide the small smile on your face, you gesture a small bow of gratitude before stretching an arm to reach for the umbrella. "Thank--"

"Woops," he pulls back his arm before you could even have contact with the umbrella. "It's not for free, though" Your forehead furrows "Nothing's free in this world, Lady"

You exhale a sharp breath of surrender before rolling your eyes, "Fine. How much should I pay you for it?"

"Uh-uh", he moves his left index finger left to right as a 'no', "I don't like money. How about a coffee? Since it's cold anyway. Oh! But I don't usually drink coffee. How about a lobster, maybe?"

You squint your eyes in disbelief, "Foget it" A lobster for an umbrella? Man, that's an expensive exchange. I take back what I said. He's really a jerk. A total jerk.

"Okay, then how about chicken? There's a nearby chicken place over there. And I swear, I swear, Man, their chicken is to die for"

"Why don't you just die for it then?"

He shrugs, "I'm sure I'm not the one who'd be dead if I can't go home tonight. I don't have anything important with me that need not to get wet," he eyes the folder, between your chest and arms, containing a lot of files that you need to attend to later. Mr. Park, your boss, would surely kill you if you won’t finish the revisions and of course, if you get those drafts wet and damaged. “I’ll go ahead then.” He says before he turns to take a step away from the shed.

Making a tighter grip on the folder, you take the offer, “Fine! Chicken it is.”

With a wide smile painted on the stranger’s face, he turns around and paces back to finally give you the umbrella he got from a convenience store, a few-minute walk away from the park you’re at.

You walk behind him, struggling a bit with your things, while he, on the other hand, is humming cheerfully as he take small steps with his free hand in his pocket. You glare at him with every bit of annoyance from your system. He doesn’t have a plan on helping me, does he?

“Stop glaring, Missy. I can feel you shooting daggers on me.” He chortles softly “Remember, I just saved your little ass”

“Whatever! And F.Y.I. Mister, my ass ain’t little”

With a smirk on his face, he looks at you over his shoulder, his eyes travel from your head to feet and finally rested on your face. Your eyebrows furrow more.

“Can you not?!”

He sniggers causing his shoulders to move (and causing your stomach to flip and your blood rushing) as he finally faces you and walk towards your side. Your raise a brow and he answers it with a shrug.

“Go,” he motions you to continue walking “I’ll walk beside you. You might go elsewhere to escape if I walk before you.”

Rolling your eyes for how many times now, you sigh and start walking again. The edge of his lips raises again as he take a glance on you without you noticing. He’s so tall that you need to tilt your head almost 75 degrees just to look at his face when he’s just a feet away from you.

He suddenly takes the folder from you which causes your eyes to widen in surprise.

“You walk so slowly. And you might drop these papers and blame it on me and won’t give me that chicken that I want”

You scoff. He’s just so unbelievable, isn’t he? But somehow, you didn’t regret going to the chicken place with him because, yes, he’s actually telling the truth. Their chicken is really to die for.

You both keep eating and your mind becomes busy on thinking of whether to ask anything, say something or just continue to be quiet. You eye him not so subtly and you can’t help but curb yourself from smiling. He looks like a kid enjoying his favorite meal.

You also don’t know if it’s a relief or not that he isn’t saying anything either. You’re about to open your mouth to say something—maybe to ask his name, whether he lives around—but he stands up and utter his thanks before winking at you.

“Gotta go. Next time again”

“There won’t be any next time

He shrugs “We don’t know anything about that. Who knows? We might see each other tomorrow again and the next day after that, and the day after, and the—“

“Whatever. Just go”

He beams, even his eyes are smiling, which causes your heart to make a loud thump. What the heck was that? He mouths ‘See you’ before finally leaving the place.

You finally let go of the breath you don’t know you were holding. You put a hand on your chest and feel that your heartbeat is beating wildly. Why does he need to be cute? You shake your head to erase the thought. No, that’s not right. I mean, why does he need to be a jerk?

“I—“, you get startled by the sudden voice and there he is again standing beside the table. He looks at you a bit with mirth from being surprised. You exhale sharply before glaring at him. “I forgot to tell you, just in case you’ll try finding it later, I’ll take the umbrella with me. It’s stopped raining anyway"

With mouth agape, you just look at his back, your eyes following him as he walks towards the exit. You shake your head again. He’s really unbelievable.

After taking a shower, you take a seat in front of your computer. As if on cue, your phone rings. Your boss is calling you to tell you that he’ll give you until before you live for work tomorrow for the revisions instead of giving it to him first thing in the morning.

You didn’t have a chance to speak because he ended the call right after he told you his concern. You stare at your laptop for a minute, trying to absorb what just happened. You take your phone again to call someone.

“Wonpil!” You exclaim the moment the person on the other line answered “Mr. Park extended my deadline for the revision. And he told me to just rest tonight.”

There was a long pause before he utters a word, “Mr. Park? The Park Sungjin?”

“Yes. He gave me until before I leave for work tomorrow.” A cough can be heard from the other line. You’re pretty sure that Wonpil, your Animator best friend who also works in JYPSoft, is surprised by what he just heard. The CEO, Mr. Park Sungjin, can be approachable and nice but for him, a deadline is a deadline.

“For real?” He confirms in disbelief “But the 3D artists need your concept tomorrow for them to start modeling the characters”

“I—I don’t know. Shall I just ignore it and work for it tonight instead of resting like he said?”

“Yes.”

With a sigh, you called another person.

“Dowoonie,” you bite your lip for a second “Did Mr. Park call you?”

“Nope. Why?”

“Aren’t you going to work with the characters tomorrow for the new game we’re making?”

“Yes. And the non-organic modelers will also do the assets. We would also like to start right away so they’d be textured and give them to the riggers so the animators could work on them as early as possible, too. Why? What’s the matter? You’re having a hard time with the concept revisions?"

You let out a long sigh before shaking your head as if he can see you. “No, no. It’s nothing. Anyway, thank you. I’ll hang up now.”

Forgetting about the call, you pick up the stylus and move the drawing tablet closer to you.

Scratch.

Erase.

Scratch.

Flip.

Scratch.

You groan as you put your stylus down and slump your upper body and arms on the table. Without permission, someone’s face enters your mind. That slender young man, with his mischievous smile, silver hair, tiny eyes—his overall features that make him look as if he jumped straight out of a comic.

You sit back straight and move the drawing tablet away. You take a blank paper and a pencil and start scribbling. Your hand moves as if it knows exactly what it needs to do. Sometimes, you feel more comfortable drawing traditionally than digitally. You feel more of you are invested to it. That’s why every time an idea comes to mind, paper and pen are your best partners.

You start striding towards Mr. Park’s office the moment you dropped your things on your desk. He is quite surprised to see you peeking through his office door.

“You still have until 5pm. What makes you come here?”

“I’m actually done already, Sir”

He furrows his brows and motions you to continue. You walk towards his table and place the revised concepts. When he sees the first page, his eyes squint before he takes a look at you.

“Why does this character seem familiar?”

Your heart suddenly starts beating fast. “Pardon, Sir?”

Mr. Park just smirks and shakes his head. He… smirked? “You can go rest for today. You can go to the Rec room, grab some coffee, have a date or whatever”

“Sir…?”

He lands a glance on you again. This time it’s a firm glance. “You heard me. Now, go before I change my mind”

The moment you step out of his office, you go straight to Wonpil right away to tell him what just had happened.

“He told you to go to the Recreational Room, where you can play or chill, when you actually need to meet a deadline today?” He asks “Are you sure? I mean, yes, we can go to the Rec Room anytime we want especially when we need our minds to rest and gather some creativity but not on the day of the deadline. You know that”

“Exactly! That’s why it’s weird. He even told me that I can go grab some coffee or have a date or whatever”

Wonpil suddenly grabs your arm and leans closer to you to whisper, “Maybe he likes you? And maybe he’s hoping you’d ask him for coffee?”

“What? That’s ridiculous, Pil”

Brushing aside your best friend’s remark, you spend the day trying to work on more concepts even when you don’t know if your revisions were already approved or need a few more revisions again. The CEO didn’t tell you anything. And it’s almost time for you to leave work but he hasn’t called you for more modification or change. Maybe it was approved?

You open your bag and check your stuff, taking the umbrella out of your bag, getting it ready just in case it’s raining again. You don’t exactly hate the monsoon season. You don’t really dislike the rain either. It’s just that, sometimes, it really is a hassle.

You are about to leave your desk, bag already slung, when Wonpil calls your attention causing you to put your umbrella on your desk.

“Dowoon said they’ve already worked on with the new characters for the Fortday. So I think the new concepts were approved?” He shows an assuring smile before tapping your back “Now, go ahead. I’ll stay for a little bit more”

You happily walk out of the building. You’re only strolling for 3 minutes but it’s already starting to rain. You halt for a bit, look up to the murky sky and heave a sigh. You open your bag to get your umbrella but it’s nowhere to be found. That’s when you realize, you forgot to get it back from your table. With another sigh, you walk fast towards the shed where you also took covering from the rain yesterday.

“Told ‘ya! We’ll meet again”, the silver-haired asserts with a smug.

Chapter 2: Chicken

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vivian-the-fool · 6 years

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(OMG, I AM SO SORRY!! I've been so busy with my show I havent had any time for anything! {also the fact my mom won't even let me on the computer because we're moving} So what I missed: 1. Sammy is gonna kill Daggers, 2. Rat x ghost boi is a thing, 3. Idk hi 4. Ya lost ya stylus, 5. HAAAAAAAAPY BIRRRRRRTHDAAAAAAAAAAY 2 YOOOOOOOOOOOU AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA) Sammy: H O W ? ! *His eyes stared bleeding ink a bit, It happens when he panics or whatever.*

Plagician: Vell, ve just have to vait for Violett and her friends to get us out of here. Zhat may take... a few days, at least... (wait you're moving?? I moved this weekend. also aaaaaaaaaaaaaa)

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nofreeusernames-bloguje · 7 years

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Letos vyjde česky

Dnes už čtu převážně anglicky, i když knihy, které mě bavily, si většinou pořídím i česky a zkusím podruhé překlad. Když jsem projížděla letošní edičáky, objevilo se v nich těchto 5 knih, které jsem zrovna měla na knihovně hned vedle svého psacího stolu. Tak se na ně pojďme spolu mrknout.

Alwyn Hamilton: Rebel of the Sands

Tuto knihu jsem vehementně doporučovala na vydání, takže ji se stejnou urgencí budu doporučovat i vám. Pokud vás baví příběhy z pouště, ale na druhou stranu si nelibujete v nějakých chudinkách princezničkách, které čekají, až je dožene osud, Amani se jistojistě dostane na přední příčky vašich oblíbených hrdinek a Rebel of the Sands si vyslouží alespoň 4 hvězdičky na Goodreads. Alwyn Hamiltonová mísí atmosféru příběhů Tisíce a jedné noci, přestřelky a přepadávání vlaků jako na divokém západě a nabízí i bandu hrdinů ve stylu X-Menů. Zní vám to trochu nesourodě? Opravdu je to podivný mišmaš, ale dílky magie, písek, střelný prach a zvláštní schopnosti do sebe zapadají jako dobře namazaná ozubená kolečka. (Čtete moji recenzi) V originále za chvíli vyjde druhý díl a já už teď vím, že jakmile se mi objeví v Kindlu, zahodím všechno, co zrovna dělám a půjdu hned číst! Vyjde v květnu.

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Už v A-Z knižním tagu jsem přiznala, že A Court of Mist and Fury je nejlepší druhý díl série, jaký jsem kdy četla. Je dokonce asi tak milionkrát lepší než ten první a jestli ho nemáte na předních místech vašeho to-read listu, tak si dejte facičku a hezky si tam pokračování Dvora trnů a růží dopište. Autorka úplně překroutila to, co načala, a já mám gigantická očekávání od 3. dílu, který za chvíli vyjde v originále. Jestli to zas všechno bude úplně jinak, tak teda nevím, jak to moje nervy zvládnou. Navzdory vší té chvále mám ale pro autorku i jednu výtku. Skleněný trůn jsem přestala číst, protože už se natahoval a začal se divně kroutit. Dvůr trnů a růží měl být trilogie, což bylo přesně tak akorát pro mě. Najednou je z toho 8 dílů a já se modlím, aby to od čtverky už nebyl jenom šílený miš maš, který celou původní zápletku zapomene a naservíruje nějakou nastavovanou vatu. Vyjde v dubnu.

Renée Ahdieh: The Rose & The Dagger

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Rae Carson: Walk on Earth a Stranger

První díl The Gold Seer Trilogy se hodně těžko popisuje. Je to dost drsná young adult, která se odehrává v Americe v období Zlaté horečky (první polovina 19. století). Z anotace můžete nabýt dojmu, že si pohrává s fantasy žánrem, ale není to pravda. Jedinou nadpřirozeností příběhu je schopnost hlavní hrdinky vycítit zlato. Takže historická četba pro mladé, ale zase nic pro slabé povahy. Autorce se podařilo vylíčit život v té době se vší špinavostí a smrtí, která k ní patří. Potěší ale ty, kteří mají rádi přirozeně se rozvíjející vztahy a hrdiny, kteří nejsou jak modelové z časáku. A tentokrát se budete o své oblíbené postavy fakt bát, protože na rozdíl od jiných sérií, kde jsou sice všichni v nebezpečí, ale pak čekáte happy end, tady není jisté vůbec nic. Pokud vás zajímá mix westernu a young adult, rozhodně si tuhle knížku pořiďte. Vyjde v dubnu.

Sally Thorne: The Hating Game

Další kniha, kterou jsem vehementně doporučovala na vydání a jsem trojnásobně nadšená z toho, že to vyšlo. Tentokrát nikoliv young adult, ale spíše chick lit, romantická komedie s úžasným humorem, nikoliv však debilní až na střechu. Pokud si chcete na chvíli odpočinou od fiktivních konců světa, zabalit se do deky, dát si kafe a udělat si fakt pohodový večer, musíte si tuhle knížku pořídit. The Hating Game vám sedne asi jako miliontá repríza Deníků Bridget Jonesové a každoroční vánoční rituál s Láskou nebeskou. Příběh má roztomile trapné momenty, u kterých si říkáte „Ale ne, kdyby se mi tohle stalo, tak umřu!“, perfektní, občas až absurdní dialogy i místa, u kterých tečete blahem a máte chuť si jít lehnout do postele z cukrové vaty. (Čtete moji recenzi) Vyjde v říjnu.

Vybrali jste si? ;-)

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