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imperialstark · 2 years
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florence welch has the face of a woman who has seen god in the flesh and found him lacking
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mikathewriter · 2 months
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*.✧୨⎯ Writeblr Intro⎯୧✧.*
Here you will find: writing tips, writing advice, WIP sharing, tag games about WIPs or OCs, random reblogs about the stuff I like and original writing.
About me:
Hi! My name is Mika and my pronouns are she/they. I don't really like to fit into a category of gender, and maybe that makes me agender? But I don't feel like defining that either. Anyways, I don't really mind "male" slang being used toward me, like "dude" or "man". I'm just Mika. That's it!
I've been writing since I can remember. I was born to tell stories and my dream is to have a book of mine published. My favorite genres are fantasy, thriller, sci-fi, dystopia, romance and horror;
I don't really enjoy reading fanfics and I never wrote them, but I don't think it's bad or anything like that. On the contrary, I feel like it's something that makes many great writers shine! However if you want me to read something you made, I'd prefer your original work!
Having said that, I am very chat friendly! Hit me up on the DMs, interact with me, I love all of it! If you need a beta reader or if you just want someone to read what you have already published, please please please let me know! I adore reading original work and I'll do my best to read it regularly and give my thoughts on it (if you ask for it of course);
More under the cut!
Random facts about me:
I'm from Brazil!
I'm also an artist but I don't really draw anymore... But many of my characters got drawings made by me and I might post them!
I'm an ISFP Chaotic Good Bisexual;
I have OCD (feel free to ask questions about it);
I also am a Dungeon Master, but I prefer being called a Game Master, because I'm not really big on the dungeons and dragons;
I love videogames, but my favorites are Resident Evil, The Last of Us and Night in the Woods;
My favorite color is green and I love opossums :D
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MY WIPS
> Shards
Synopsis: Thousands of shards of glass don't work like pieces in a puzzle. They are broken, chipped and permanently damaged. Therefore, fractured minds and broken hearts are irreparable. Shards are just small fragments of incomplete storries, forever lonely.
They are horror stories and I recommend you check the TW before reading them. Stay safe!
> All the Other Colors Drowned (ATOCD)
Synopsis: After a trauma that granted her the strange ability to see the auras of those around her, 19-year-old Maya finds herself trying to start her adult life by joining an art club.
Living with OCD, synesthesia and all the various issues that come with adulthood, she now also needs to find out more about Cassandra, a girl from said club with an aura unlike any she has ever seen before.
All the Other Colors Drowned will be unveiled in this Brazilian sapphic romance, where two lost girls finally find themselves in each other.
> Untitled
No Synopsis yet, it's my biggest project and it's probably going to take years to be complete, but it's a Fantasy with a Fae World, where a girl has lost her little brother years ago and will do anything to find him.
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And finally
BIG YES TO:
Being tagged in tag games or interaction posts;
Getting asks about whatever;
Talking on the DMs about whatever;
Listening to you talk about your WIPs and OCs or seeing your drawings;
DNF IF:
You are a TERF or perform any kind of bigotry. You are NOT welcome here and this is a very safe space for LGBTQ+ people.
I will probably not follow if:
You post about religion. I have OCD and Religious Trauma and I will not be looking for a trigger. Made up religions for your books are okay, though.
Be kind and stay humble ♡
And thank you if you read all this! ~Mwa
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alessiathepirate · 8 months
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Post-Resident Evil 2 - Resident Evil 6
HAPPILY EVER AFTER: Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader
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Summary: Three times Leon thought about marrying his lover, one time he joked about it and one time he meant it and his lover said yes.
Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.
Warnings: swearing, mentioned violence
•••
When I wake up next to you - it's like a dream
Waking up to the sunlight finding its way through the cracks of the blinds was a rare occurence.
Normally Leon had to wake up to the sound of his alarm or to the sound of his ringtone, because another mission was thrown at him. Opening his eyes to those sounds was already enough to ruin his day, especially if he just got home from a job the night before, still feeling low on energy because of it. During those days the only thing what could put a smile on his face was his lover's small, sleepy frown as she too was waken up by that annoying noise.
Not this time though. This day was their day off, their free Sunday, their day during which they can sleep in and then decide what they want to do.
Leon let a quiet sigh leave his lips as he blocked the light with his right arm and then brushed a few locks of hair out of his face. For a few short seconds he stayed in that position, enjoying the silence and the feeling of being well rested - and then he turned to his left, so his heartbeat can quicken and leave out a few beats.
There was his lover, with her head resting on his left arm and her right arm hugging his waist. The sunlight drew golden lines into her skin and hair, making her look like a real angel; something he felt like she truly is. It was a sight he would kill for, so he can witness it every single day, until the end of his life.
The sight held comfort, the kind of comfort he could only very rarely feel, especially with a job like theirs. Seeing her like that: calm, peaceful, rested and happy made him feel the joy others feel - others with a normal lifestyle and a normal job, with their boring life. Being there with her made him feel normal. But no, it wasn't the sight - it was her whole being, the way she acted, talked and smiled. The way she was able to love him and make sure he truly feels loved. The way she cared about him, took care of him or did the smallest, to everyone else meaningless things - they made him fall in love with her all over again every single day.
Leon smiled - with an honest, happy smile, not the kind he showed to others he wanted to impress or intimidate.
His hand moved on its own as it gently cupped her cheek, his thumb caressing her skin.
She smiled in her sleep at the movement, her arm around his waist hugging him tighter.
God, he loved everything about her. Her smile, her nose, her eyes, her hair... She was beautiful and she was his, she chose to be his - not caring about what kind of problems and hardships she gets herself into by being with him.
As Leon brushed her hair out of her face he felt his heart skip a few beats - she chose to be his.
"I will marry you one day." he whispered after he made sure she was still asleep. "One day in the future, when we'll have more quiet days like these."
For a moment Leon let himself fantasize about a future he shares with her, in which he wakes up next to her every single day...
Leon Kennedy fell head over heals for her and he'll do his best to make that daydream real - but for now, he had a date night to plan.
•••
I adore you
Leon didn't mean to stay quiet and sneak up on them to listen in on what they were talking about - but once he was standing in the doorway and holstered his weapon, he was glad for his accidental silent movements. This way he could witness something he couldn't see otherwise - something what made him melt and made his heartbeat quicker, regardless of how bad of a situation they were in.
There were the girls he had to look out for (in reality he only had to look out for one, but deep down he felt the burning need to look out for both), sitting on an overly elegant couch with their backs to him. They were talking, quietly and slowly, and Leon knew it was something soft, comforting and confidential; something what was originally planned to stay between them.
"It's okay to be afraid." His lover said as she put one of her hands on Ashley's shoulder. Her voice was calming and full of comfort in a way she only ever talked to him in their shared unsure and cute moments. It was a sound Leon loved and could listen to forever. "I'm sometimes afraid too, you know- and I shouldn't be, but it's not something you can control."
"But you always look so brave. How do you keep on going?"
She let out a chuckle and then let go of Ashley. She looked away, staring into the distance, looking at something only she can see.
"Well, for one I think about the reasons why I have to keep going. I mean we can't just run away, you know. That is an option, sure, but it rarely ever works out. I think about what I have at home and about the people- the person I want to go home to. That is a great motivation."
Ashley looked at her with a small, honest smile.
"You are talking about Leon, don't you?"
"Yeah." she answered. "He is the reason I want to survive all the bullshit life throws my way. -But now that we have you, I gotta say our chances at surviving this increased a lot."
That seemed to do the trick, because the tension disappeared from Ashley's shoulders and the muscles in her face softened. For a few moments they shared something - a bond, the beginning of a friendship or comfort. Leon couldn't tell for sure, but her words not only helped Ashley relax. No, they helped him as well. The worry what ran through him ever since they got separated slowly went away and adoration took its place.
Adoration. He adored her. He adored the way she could make the tense situations into something soft and calm. He adored the way she was able to care about others and help them relax. He adored how she could make everything happy.
He adored her whole being. He wanted to hug her, kiss her, breath her in and not let her go.
He wanted to marry her - one day, in their shared future, when the timing is right.
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You're the only one
After Leon landed on the ground with a quiet puff, he quickly got up so he could witness the owners of the chainsaws, which cut through the wooden wall. He caught a clear glimpse of them after the last piece of wood fell; two women, their heads bandaged, wearing blood soaked clothes.
"I'm flattered, but I'm a one-lady type of guy." he joked as he raised his pistol, already aiming at one of them, not letting them make the first attack.
"You better fucking be, Kennedy!" came the sudden shout from upstairs and it was soon followed by two shots; one for each lady's head.
The monsters lost their balance for a few seconds, enough for Leon to steal a glimpse of her lover standing at the edge of the damaged staircase. Her expression spoke of clear unhappiness, followed by an angry frown.
"Jealous much?" he asked teasingly, after he took cover behind a table and aiming at one of the monstrous ladies.
"Cheating much?" she answered his question with another question.
None of them could take it for long. After a few shots they both started to giggle, not caring about the problematic situation they happened to be in.
"You know I'd never do that, sweetheart."
He meant it. He'd rather die then go to someone else. And no one else would be better then her. No one could love like her, smile like her or kiss like her.
"Don't you 'sweetheart' me! Get the hell out of here before the horde breaks the door down. I'll cover you from the balcony."
After running a circle with the two undead, he climbed through the hole they made in the wall with their chainsaws. Her lover was right, the horde got in the shack right after he got out, but it didn't take long 'til they were hit with a grenade.
Leon smiled. No one messes with her. No one at all.
He continued to shoot at ladies with the saws and that's when he noticed his partner, who just got to the balcony, sniper rifle in hand.
"Get away from my man!" she shouted after she shot the monsters in the head.
Her sentence made him grin and a pride, confident feeling warmed up his heart.
As they worked together, doing their best to kill every one of those undead monsters, Leon thought about how well they do everything together. They have each other's backs, they notice things the other doesn't and their humor isn't that different.
God, he's gonna marry her one day. He'd marry her right then and there if he could. - He thought after one of the twins went down from her continuous shooting.
And when that happens, he's gonna marry a badass, a sweetheart and a cutie - and it's gonna be perfect.
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She'd say yes - even if I'm bad for her
He's selfish, Leon thought as he sat alone, waiting for his lover and Helena to get back. He has been selfish ever since Raccoon City, ever since he first asked her to stay and she chose to do so.
Now they are in trouble again, they have another problem to solve, they have another hardship to push through - together. For a moment he thought about all the times they've been in danger since that damn night in 1998 and when he realized it had been more than what he could count on his hands, the feeling that he's being selfish returned again.
She shouldn't have been in this situation - or in training, or in Spain... She should have been going on with her life, learning to forget and then live happily ever after.
Ever since they started dating, things always went from good to bad and then from bad to worse.
Now they are in some actual trouble, something what if they can't solve the whole world turns to dust -- yet for some reason it wasn't Leon's biggest regret. No. Hell, the whole world could turn upside down and then burn down for all he cares - as long as she's safe and her reputation is safe. She worked hard and yet she stayed positive and happy (something what's hard to do in this kind of job), but now Simmons dirtied her, wrongfully accused her and dared to even threaten her.
Now all three of them had personal reasons to hate Simmons. Leon took that really seriously, especially after he realized the only reason why he wanted to take everything from her was because she was with him. She was with Leon Kennedy and she was in trouble because of it - again.
"We just entered the Chinese airspace." Helena said as she took a seat opposite to Leon, who didn't even notice that she was coming. A shame, he should've seen her coming after all the training he's been through.
"Good." he spoke up, but decided pull himself away from his thoughts after Helena hid her face in her palms with a long, tired sigh. "How are you holding up?"
"Why didn't you turn me in? You could've cleared your name."
"Maybe." he started. "But it wouldn't have stopped Simmons. Besides, you two would still be in trouble and I think I speak for both me and my partner when I say, you started to grow on us a little bit."
Helena just smiled as she put her hands back down on the table.
Leon almost smiled himself after he remembered that for a long time this was only somethig her lover could do - calming people down, making them smile. Now their traits and abilities are mixed together: Leon became calmer and more comforting, while she picked up some of his cheesy one liners and sense of humor.
"I like her." Helena started after a while. "She's kind even in though situations. She reminds me of Deborah..."
"She's sweet, that's right." Leon smiled at the thought. "The sweetest woman who could kick your ass the moment you look at her the wrong way."
They both chuckled at that.
"Yes, she looks like the type."
"I look like what?" came the voice from behind Helena and then her lovers whole body turned up from behind the curtain, what separated the passanger's space from the cabin crew's. She was holding three cups in her hands unsurely, and Leon had to laugh when he thought about how she can do the most impossible things during a fight, but can't do the most usual things.
"Great. You look great as always." he said instead of telling her the truth.
"I think you used the word: sweet." she smiled as she put down the cups on the table and then wiped her hands in her jeans, trying to make the burning feeling in her palms disappear.
"Stalker." Leon accused jokingly.
"Curiousity." she explained simply. "Okay, I think all three of us deserve a hot cup of coffee, so here it is. This one's Leon's with two sugars." she pushed the cup in front of Leon. "This one's Helena's with two sugars and a little bit of milk - the way she told me she drinks it." the cup landed in front of Helena. "And this one's mine."
There it was - the thing he loved about her the most, the thing what lit his insides on fire as he looked at her. No matter how much bullshit they had to go through, she still stayed herself - she still stayed calm and collected even in the most stressful situations. She was thoughtful and kind, and that put a smile on anyone's face who was close by.
She always put a smile on his face.
She gently put her hand on top of his on the table and squeezed it, reminding him that she's there.
And there it was again - the selfishness. He wanted her no matter how well he knew he was bad for her. He never asked her if she wants to stay or if she wants to go. He never asked, because he was afraid of what answer he'd get. He never asked, because she was still the most important person in his life and he couldn't live on without her presence.
So he didn't say anything, he stayed quiet and pushed the guilt aside.
"Can you please let me take a seat?"
"Of course, darling."
She chose to take a seat beside him, where she can hold his hand under the table so Helena won't see it - even if Leon was sure it wouldn't bother her one bit.
"Thank you for the coffee." Helena said as she held it, warming up her palms. "It's very thoughtful of you."
"You're welcome. I think we all needed it."
Leon just brushed his thumb along the back of her hand, saying a silent but meaningful thank you. She appreciated it with a smile.
Then without thinking about it twice he said the words he wanted to say to her since 1999, since he first realized how deeply he loves her.
"You keep on doing this and I might want to marry you."
It came out as a regular joke, as their regular teasing game, but he meant it. He meant every word, every letter. He wanted to marry her, he wanted their legal happily ever after.
She turned to look at him, lips slightly parted, eyebrows slightly raised - then the shock turned into a smile.
"Oh really? Then maybe you should start looking for a ring first."
"A ring?"
"Yes, a nice, elegant ring and then maybe I'll consider your offer."
Leon just smirked - if a ring is all she needs, then she'll get it.
Helena just giggled. "You two are really-"
They couldn't even start to drink their coffee, because the power on the plane went out and the whole thing started to shake. In the first two seconds during which even agents like them feel afraid, Leon grabbed her hand so he knew she was still next to him and she was safe.
In the next second the lights were back on and all three of them were on their way to see what's wrong. They ran up the stairs until they reached the pilot's cabin and only then did Leon let go of her hand. After all of them held their pistols in their hands, they opened the door.
There it was, the pilot's dead body, a few centimeters away from the door. And in the seat where the man should've been sitting in was a cocoon like thing, from which a monster was born.
"You don't suppose that thing can fly a plane, do you?"
"Keep coming up with these one liners and I'll have to say yes."
It was a joke. It was just some teasing. Yet Leon's heart was beating quicker than it usually does.
She'd say yes, he thought.
She'd happily say yes.
•••
You'll never have to be alone - I love you and that's all I really know
Leon was breathing heavily as he was standing on the roof, looking down at the bottom of the depth Simmons had fallen into. There he was, punctured on the column in the middle of the stupid Umbrella logo, his blood painting parts of it red. He heard when he landed and he saw how his body transformed for the last time.
Disgusting, both in life and death.
His heartbeat was still quick, his breathing was still heavy - just life every time after he fought a bioweapon. It usually took some time for him to calm down.
"That's for my sister." Helena spoke up as she too looked at the body of Derek Simmons.
"He got what he deserved." his partner said as she hugged Helena from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder, doing her best to feel and sound comforting. "I can't believe this asshole tried to ask me out on a date before all this."
"I hope the rejection hurt him like Hell." Helena muttered.
"You're God damn right it did." she laughed and then squeezed her shoulder one last time before she let go of her.
That's when she noticed -- how Leon was looking at her with pure adoration. It was something Leon knew was only in his eyes when she was the one he was looking at. He felt it in his bones. His whole being felt different when she was close by, like her presence only made life easier.
That's when Helena decided that it was time for her to leave - or at least walk a few feet away from them.
"I'll make sure the chopper is ready." she said.
Staying there, just the two of them felt like a dream. It was over, or at least almost over. The whole sudden mission. And since it felt like that they finally let themselves be honest with the other. They let their shoulders fall, their posture became less straight, the tiredness was finally seen in their eyes - but it was something what was only allowed to be seen in the other's presence. No one else ever had a glimpse of it.
"Are you okay?" the question was careful - and way too typical for his taste, yet he didn't know what else to say.
"More or less." she answered with a small smile. "What about you?"
"The same."
Leon then collected himself and stepped closer to her, gently brushing his fingers along her collar bone and then along her left shoulder.
"This doesn't hurt?"
"Not really. Simmons was a weak man and he was a weak bioweapon as well."
They both smiled at that.
"You scare me during times like these, you know... No matter how well I know that you can protect yourself. I don't like to see you get hurt."
"I feel the same about you." she said honestly, her look turning soft.
He fought with himself for a while, not wanting to let the things he really wants to say up to the surface - but that battle was soon lost. It was soon the moment she smiled at him one last time and then turned around to walk towards the chopper and Helena.
That's when his pulse became quicker again - as he grabbed her arm and waited for her to turn and look at him again. She looked at him in confusion.
"Marry me!"
It wasn't a question, but it wasn't a demand either -- he didn't mean it like one. He may be selfish and want her all to himself, but he also readied himself to give her a way out. If she says no, then that's it - he was right, he's not the right guy for her and she knows it.
She looked him in the eye as her cheeks became pink (God, it feels like lifetime has gone by since he saw her blush). She opened her mouth and the closed it again, not knowing what to do or say.
"I know it's not the right moment. I thought about it as something romantic, I planned it for years now so I'll know what to do or say. I know I don't have a ring right now, but I'll buy you all the rings in the world if you say yes." he continued, feeling that his words become a mush of both everything and nothing. "I have to know that we'll be together so I'll be able to keep you safe... I want us to have something normal and regular in our life full of trouble-- and I want to wake up next to you everyday and listen to you talk and adore you-"
"Yes..." the word was quiet and it lingered in the air for a while until Leon realized its meaning. "Yes, I'd love to marry you."
The whole world could turn to living Hell for all he cares -- she said yes. She chose to do so.
He kissed her with both burning passion and adoration, and she was kissing back with the same feelings in her chest.
"Leon," she started after they separated, but her hands were still on his shoulders. "I don't need a ring to have a reason to marry you."
Leon felt happy. More than happy. It was the kind of wholesome, burning happiness one feels when a dream he's been keeping to himself finally becomes true and real. He's been dreaming of it since forever - and now he knows for sure that it'll happen in the near future.
•••
Bonus:
The Wedding Greetings from their friends
The greeting cards some people sent them were quite funny - that's why they kept them all and that's why some are wrinkled. They read them many times and they laughed at them many times.
Claire was the first one to send them a greeting card; it was cute and handmade, but it was nothing special and elegant, knowing her friends love simplicity - when they can get it with a job like theirs.
The card had a short message with two drawn glasses full of wine: Fucking finally -- I mean Yay! The other side of the card was full of pictures of the three of them - in a café, in the park, photos taken during their short trips and some new ones, the screenshots of their videocalls.
Both her and Leon loved and treasured it deeply.
Ashley was the second to write to them - her card arrived not an hour later after Claire's did. It was a yellow card with white edges including some butterflies. The letters were written by Ashley, they were elegant and thin.
Congratulations - you'll marry the person you want to go home to everyday! Wishing you a happy wedding day and a lifetime filled with love!
On the other side of the card was the following line: I hope I'm invited, because if I'm not I'm bringing you back to Spain.
She laughed at the second part of the message and so did Leon.
Chris's card arrived two days after Claire's did - they were both one hundred percent sure Claire threatened her brother so he'll write to them.
It was written on a simple white paper, decorated with red roses. After giving it a closer look they realised Chris bought it in a store and even the Congratulations on your wedding day! was printed and not written by him.
However on the other side he did write a line: We're happy for you - Claire and Chris R.
They were sure Claire's hand was in this.
Sherry wrote them too - and so did Helena. Both of their cards were simple, light cloured. Sherry's was light blue, while Helena's was a light shade of purple. Sherry mentioned Jake in her greeting, writing that he's happy for them too - but they doubted that the mercenary would ever even think something like that. Helena included in her letter that she was greatful for their help and happy that she could witness the day Leon asked his lover to marry him.
He didn't kneel - you should have made him kneel. She messaged her privately.
The most unexpected letter came without a name. It arrived in a pink envelope (it was a shade what was very close to red) and even the paper the greeting was written on was a deep pink colour. The card had many roses and even a red lip print on the lower right corner.
Congratulations on finding each other! (She made the first move, didn't she?)
Even if it didn't have a name, they were sure it was written by Ada. They were surprised she decided to even send them a greeting, but Leon's lover (the future Mrs. Kennedy) appreciated it a lot.
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cillianmesoftlyyy · 4 months
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In Love, in War Pt. 2 | Thomas Shelby x Reader
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Summary | She (the reader) comes from a wealthy family in Birmingham, England and he (Thomas Shelby) comes from a family of no-good troublemakers in Small Heath. Their worlds finally collide when Thomas lands himself in the triage tent of a nearby hospital camp during the battle of the Somme with a neck wound. Past traumas and heavy-handed words open old wounds, and yet, they always find their way back to Birmingham.
Warnings | Blood, gore, war, death, crying, and out-dated language ("Gypsies").
Before you gotta go- Courtney Barnett 🎵
Evil- Interpol 🎶
Crying lightning- Arctic Monkeys 🎵
Word count: 2073k
Not proofread- my b, folks!
Thomas was moved to the infirmary by nightfall. The tent was cold and poorly insulated so the nurses draped what extra blankets they could find over the patients. Thomas waved them off. 
“I’m fine. Give it to that bastard.” He’d say again and again as the blankets were distributed amongst them. He saw the nurse again during his 5th night in the infirmary. She had the night shift and set her things down at the nurses station. She did her rounds, checking vitals and distributing medication. He felt as though he recognized her from somewhere but with the habit-like uniform he couldn’t be sure. 
She moved on down the line until she reached Thomas, who was sitting up and smoking in bed. 
“I see they’ve discarded the bandages.” She put gentle fingers near the healing wound. 
“You must’ve stitched me up too well.” He exhaled and shifted beneath the top sheet. 
She looked down at his chart, hanging from the end of his bed and froze. Shelby. Thomas was a Shelby. She looked at the chart, her hands shaking slightly from shock. She hadn’t run into anyone from Birmingham before him, and of course, the first man she sees is a Shelby, one of the poor, troublesome families living in squalor in Small Heath.
“Are you from Birmingham, Thomas?” She cleared her throat. 
“Yeh, you?” He took out a new cigarette from the pack. 
“Yes, I am. I recognized your accent. This will be cold, sorry.” She put the stethoscope under his shirt, listening to his heart. She watched her watch and counted the beats per second. 
“Funny, I don’t recognize yours.” He tensed as the cold scope moved across his stomach, listening to his lungs. “Which neighborhood are you from, nurse?”
She removed the stethoscope and wrote down the numbers on his chart for the next nurse to read. She cleared her throat again, “Claremont.” She looked up and saw him chuckle, shaking his head.
“Ah, so you’re one of ‘em rich girls.” He observed pointedly and crossed his ankles beneath the bedsheets. She said nothing. She spread vaseline across the wound with a cotton swab. “I knew I recognized you from somewhere,” he continued, “must’ve seen you down at the tracks.” 
“How did you get in?” She asked a little too ignorantly and Thomas frowned slightly.  
“Poor men with money to spend will always be welcome at the tracks. I learned as much from my old man.” He looked down at the cigarette in his hand.
“I never saw you.” 
“You wouldn't have would you, eh? They put us farther back in the pubs where your-like couldn’t see us.” 
She blushed and slipped a thermometer below his tongue to record his temperature. He spoke around the thermometer, “Why’d you become a nurse? Didn’t your daddy tell you it wasn’t a hobby for the girls of your status?” 
“I wanted to help.” She answered truthfully, forgoing any mention of her fiance. 
“And was it everything you dreamed of?” He trained his cold oceanic eyes on her as she removed the thermometer. 
“No, it's much worse.” She whispered.
“Eh, imagine that. Can’t handle this can you?” He flicked the long butt of ash onto the dirt floor below. 
“I managed your stitches just fine, I think. You’re alive aren’t you?” Her face burned and she evaded his piercing eyes. 
“So I should thank you, should I?” He felt a swell of anger in his chest. “It was your lot that got us into this war in the first place and then you expect us to fight it for you.” 
“I didn’t get anyone involved in this bloody war, Shelby. I involved myself and I’m still here, aren’t I?” She fummed as she left the chart at the foot of his bed. 
“You’ll leave as soon as you get the chance, I bet.” He sucked hard on his cigarette, looking away. 
“Wouldn’t you?” She retorted angrily. 
“I don’t have a choice, love. They sent me here to die. I’ll leave when I’m dead.” 
“Excite yourself again and you may not have long to wait.” She pointed to her own neck and stomped away in her wooden-soled shoes to the nurse’s station. She heard Thomas huff loudly from his bed. She lowered the gaslight at the desk, letting the ward fall darker, and watched dutifully as the men tried to sleep. 
She was moved again to the triage tent and worked during the night shifts, restocking supplies and listening to radio calls requesting medical personnel. It was quiet that night as she ran through the stock of syringes and gauze. She came up short and approached the head nurse on duty. 
“Go to the infirmary and take from their stock then go home. We’ll get you if we need the extra hands,” the head nurse directed. 
She hurried to the infirmary tent, tripping over piles of mud and old grass. It was approaching summer again and the mud had warmed to a more bearable temperature stuck inside her stockings. She pushed aside the tent flap and approached the petite brunette behind the desk. 
“I need seven more syringes and about ten more rolls of gauze. Can you spare that?” 
“Let me check for you.” The nurse smiled and took the medical bag from her hands. She stepped into the connecting tent and disappeared behind the flap. 
She turned to the patients left in the ward and glanced over at the bed for Thomas Shelby, empty. She looked back to see if the nurse had returned before going outside. She spotted him against the side of the tent in the dark, smoking a cigarette by himself. 
“You shouldn’t be out here alone.” She said quietly. Thomas turned towards the voice. “You may tear a stitch and die without anyone noticing.” Thomas smirked in the glow of his cigarette.
“Then join me.” 
She said nothing but stepped in closer where she could see him properly in the light of the distant moon. He was pale in the dark with iridescent eyes and soft cheekbones. She stopped beside him and pulled her cardigan closer around her chest instinctively. 
“I’m not going to touch you, yeh know.” Thomas exhaled a stream of smoke and flicked his eyes at her cardigan. 
“I never said you would.” She murmured. 
“Right.” He rolled his eyes under the cover of darkness. 
“I know you’re not like that.”  
“Like what?” He looked over at her. 
“I don’t know.” She looked away and exhaled shakily. 
“People like me? People from Small Heath? ‘Gypsies,’ petty thieves, day laborers and gangsters?” He offered sarcastically. 
“I didn’t mean it like that.” She dropped her arms defeatedly to her sides, “I just mean…” 
“I get it, princess. I’ll keep my hands to myself.” He laughed breathily. She sighed and rested her head on her shoulder. The night noises were scattered with occasional popping sounds and squealing fireworks.  
“Do you miss it? Birmingham, I mean.” She broke the heavy silence. 
“I miss my family.” He answered and dropped the cigarette into the mud. 
“Do you have a large family?” 
“Yeh, most of them are here with me.” 
“Really?” She raised her head. 
“My brothers, yeh. John and Arthur. There’s also Danny and Johnny Doggs, not brothers by blood but they’re still kin.” He looked down at his chest and hissed from the movement pulling at his stitches. 
“Were your brothers out there with you before you were hurt?” 
“Mhm, they’re all still out there.” He gestured to the distant battleland shrouded in gray clouds and smoke. 
“I’m sorry.” She whispered. 
“Yeh well it’s our duty in service to the crown, ain’t it?” He laughed stiffly. 
“It's a massive sacrifice.”
“Sacrifice?” He laughed, “What sacrifices have you made, eh? Stop talking as if you understand what it’s like for us. We die out there, in the factories, in our homes and your lives never change.” He spat. 
She forced back the tears stinging in her eyes. 
“Hello? I have the things you requested! Where are you?” The nurse called from inside the tent. She turned back to Thomas, angry tears flooding her eyes. 
“What sacrifices have I known? What have I given in my duty to the crown and to this country? You have no right to speak to me like that, Thomas Shelby. You have no idea what I’ve lost in this war. Just because I don’t wear a black band or carry a pistol does not make me any less of a tool in this national scheme.” She cried beneath her breath and threw open the flap to the tent, leaving him struck dumb in the humid dark. 
“Thank you.” She smiled weakly at the nurse and took the bag. 
“Is everything alright?” The nurse asked in a low voice. 
“Oh yes, I just need a good rest is all. Homesick.” She lied and nodded goodnight. 
She deposited the supplies back at the triage tent and went straight to her tent, shared with five other nurses. She was alone in the tent and allowed herself to cry, cradling the abandoned black band that stood for Francis’s death. Her tears merged into angry sobs that she couldn’t suppress. As her sobs slowed, she stared off into space and ignored the quiet footsteps outside her tent. 
“Nurse?” Thomas whispered loudly through the thick canvas siding. She didn’t hear him until he had entered the tent and moved to crouch beside her cot. When she noticed him, she surprised herself by not reacting. He sat beside her on the cot in his army-issued thermal pajamas and wrapped his arms around her. 
“I’m sorry.” He whispered by her head. “I didn’t think… I wasn’t thinking.” He repeated over and over again as she cried quietly in his arms. “I’m so sorry.” 
She shook her head and gave into his embrace, burying her face into the joint of his left shoulder. 
“What was his name?” He asked gently. 
“Francis.” She sobbed. 
“Shhhhh-” He held her closer as she hiccuped. She placed her hands against his chest, warming them with the heat of his body. When she regained composure, she sniffed. 
“I’m sorry.” She whispered and pulled away, wiping her eyes. 
“Here.” Thomas offered his handkerchief and she took it. “Don’t apologize.” He ran a hand down her back, his leg propped up on the cot at an angle. 
“Thank you.” She returned the hankie to his hand, blushing with embarrassment. She looked up into his eyes and saw a newfound softness in their hue. His lashes were long and dark like his skunk-like hair. He looked back, glancing down at her lips, wet with her own tears. He licked his lips and withdrew his hand from the small of her back, pulling a thread of hair from beneath her cap. She covered his hand with her own and leaned into it, innocently. He leaned in and brushed his nose against hers, asking permission to go further. Her lips brushed his, barely a kiss and came back for more. She kissed him messily, like a virgin, and found comfort in the warm softness of his lips. She sighed and allowed herself to be swept up by the pleasure of his closeness in her sadness. He kissed her back, breathing in deeply. She ran a hand down his chest as he cupped the veil of her habit in his hands. She shook her head suddenly, shaking herself out of it. 
“You shouldn’t be here. Anyone could come in.” She stood quickly and he followed, his head brushing the small tent’s ceiling. 
“Will you be alright?” He asked. She stared back, caught off guard by his question, his interest. She stuttered slightly, catching on the roundness of her answer. 
“Yes, yes. I’ll be alright. We weren’t married yet… just-just engaged.” She looked down at the space separating his ribcage from his stomach, the divot of muscle that shook as he breathed through his shirt. 
“No, no. Will you be alright?” He stressed and she paused. 
“I miss him.” 
“I know.” 
She nodded stiffly and pressed her hand against his chest, pushing herself back away from him subtly. He covered her hand and looked into her eyes. 
“You should go before you get caught.” She whispered and he nodded slowly. He turned away and peered outside, looking both ways. 
“Goodnight, Shelby.” She uttered in a low voice which he returned with a sad smile. 
“Goodnight, nurse.”
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End of part 2 :)
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Will we never see the day the Harkles get what they deserve rumour tracking anon? I'm losing faith and I'm really tired. They are saved from all those scandals that demand their answer just with this one incident. I cannot anymore
I know, anon. It's really frustrating to see them keep getting away with it, almost as if they're constantly rewarded for bad behavior.
Some things that have helped me (bolding for emphasis to break up the giant chunks of text):
Taking breaks. Just walk away from it. A day, a weekend, a week. There isn't a whole lot happening in the BRF to counteract the Sussex shenanigans so Harry and Meghan are dominating the news There are no tiara or glam events. No tours/foreign visits. No projects being announced. 3 out of 7 senior royals are on medical leave and the ones who are working don't generate the same kind of headlines, attention, or coverage. Take a break from all this - maybe do a deep dive into another royal family or read historical books about the BRF (especially ones that pre-date the modern House of Windsor) or non-text books (like Angela Kelly's books or Chris Jackson's photobooks).
Spend time pursuing a creative hobby. I find that doing something creative helps keep my mind from wandering to the Sussexes and the nothingness coming from the BRF too often. Some of my creative pursuits: baking and cooking new recipes, DIY and craft projects (I love going to Goodwill, thrift stores, and architectural salvage places for home decor and furniture. Also, I'm not saying you need to pledge allegiance to Catherine, The Princess of Wales in every aspect of your life, but I'm also not not saying that Kate's Ring is an excellent accent color for an end table), learning how to make craft cocktails (it was a pandemic thing), and organizing decades and decades of family photos.
What I also find a cathartic is fanfiction writing. I've had dreams of being a writer since I was Princess Charlotte's age but listen. I cannot stick to a plot for the life of me, because I always want to know "what happens next." But let me tell you. It is hugely cathartic to write a fanfiction novel where a Meghan-like evil witch gets everything she deserves and a Harry-like tortured prince is redeemed by the pure love of an ordinary American girl (okay, that one was pre-Oprah before we all learned how truly messed up Harry is) or where a revenge fantasy where a Harry-like spoiled brat loses everything when he treats his saintly Kate-like girlfriend abominably and when he tries to win her back, she's fallen in love with a Henry Cavill-like swashbuckling Real Man or where the Harry-and-Meghan-like entitled spoilt prince and his wife try to overthrow the saintly and universally loved heir but the Queen swiftly, immediately, justly, and properly handles them with eviction, termination, and worldwide embarrassment. You can do everything to your characters and you can make them suffer in a way the real Harry and Meghan may never.
Find trashier, more trainwreckier drama to get stuck in. Bravo, anyone? A new season of Vanderpump Rules has just started, Summer House is about to start, and two of the villains from OG Vanderpump Rules (Jax and Kristen) have a spinoff series that's about to launch.
Changing your perspective. There's a famous leadership quote about problem-solving: How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time. In other words, you have to take big things (big problems) one at a time, piece by tiny piece. So yes, the big "elephant" is that the Sussexes look like they have everything - they still have titles, they still have massive million-dollar deals, they've got the Olive Garden, the BRF isn't stopping their PR. But also look at everything they don't have anymore:
They can't use their HRHs.
Their RPOs were taken away.
Their royal charities and patronages were taken away.
Charles isn't paying them as much money, if he's even paying for them.
Everyone is blaming them for hastening Philip's and The Queen's deaths.
They were evicted from Frogmore Cottage.
It took six months for the palace website to add Prince/Princess titles to Archie and Lili but it was instanteous to change George, Charlotte, and Louis to "of Wales."
Charles calls them "Harry and Meghan" or "my other son and his wife."
The family doesn't want to be seen with or around them. Even Eugenie seems to have abandoned ship these days.
William isn't taking Harry's calls.
Lili doesn't have a webpage on the royal website.
Harry's military titles and honors have been revoked. All he has left is the merit-based rank he "earned" as an enlisted soldier. (Which is being generous.)
Their Spotify deal was cancelled early. (Scobie admits this in Endgame.)
No more social media birthday greetings/shout-outs from official royal accounts.
Nothing has come out of Netflix except a whinefest docuseries that no one has taken seriously. Everything they've pitched gets shot down and Meghan isn't getting the talent she wants for her movie.
The only awards they're getting are the ones that they pay for - no Grammys for Spare's audiobook, no Emmys or Golden Globes for their documentaries or the Oprah interview, no Pulitzers or Literary Awards for their books. No Nobel Peace Prize for their recordbreaking humanitarian aid work.
They got the knockoff Kennedys (William got the real ones).
Meghan isn't "in" with A-List Hollywood. The celebrities she's been namedropping haven't had commercial box office hits in at least a decade. She isn't hosting or presenting at award shows.
Meghan isn't getting the lucrative influencer sponsorships and merching she wants, which is why she papwalks in parking lots.
Their foundation is a joke and their philanthropy/giving is increasingly under scrutiny for things that don't make sense.
Their "good deeds" are actually ulterior motives designed for maximum PR and celebrity bandwagons, rather than actually helping underserved communities.
There is actual, open, frequent speculation that their children aren't even real and that has to hurt as a parent.
The British press doesn't take them seriously.
They're a comedy punchline, and not just for satire. The Golden Globes made fun of them. The whole world laughed at them after the "car chase."
Harry's lawsuits aren't going well. He's now trying to relitigate a court finding so he doesn't have to pay his fines.
Elton John isn't flying them anywhere anymore. Oprah and Gayle have cut ties. Ellen DeGeneres seems disinterested. Tyler Perry noped out.
Harry's balding is atrocious. (I mean, really. In the overhead camera angles of The Queen's funeral, his bald spot jumps out at you from a mile away. Not even William's bald head stands out that much.)
They/Archewell bleed staff faster than a flesh wound.
Andrew -- ANDREW! -- still has a royal residence, still has RPOs, still gets papped with members of the royal family, still gets friendly press coverage (on occasion), still gets to wear/use some of his honors (like the RVO at coronation).
Eugenie got to have her own personal social media while Harry and Meghan got a "business" account.
The Sussex wedding was overshadowed by so much drama that still persists to this day (thanks for the Markle v Markle lawsuit, Sam!).
Spare made everyone realize Harry is as bad as Meghan and it's not all on her.
Harry's "Hero Harry"/Queen's Soldier PR persona has been completely and thoroughly shattered. Everyone knows it was just a publicity facade now.
Harry isn't even getting the "William's brother" edit anymore - that's now Mike Tindall.
They were erased from most of the Platinum Jubilee - their only official event was the service of thanksgiving. They didn't even get Trooping - Meghan had to arrange for a pap to take her picture to show us they were at Trooping.
They were erased from the Coronation - Harry got lumped in with the extended family (vs the line of succession, order of precedence, or working royals) and didn't get into any of the official programs, memorabilia, or portraits.
They've been shunned by most of British aristocracy - no invite to the Grosvenor wedding later this year.
No royal christening for Lili, and it's exceedingly more and more likely that the BRF hasn't met her yet.
The British media/press actually shows up and will be the first to defend the BRF against Sussex allegations when it really matters.
There are accusations of stolen valor against Harry because he seems to be supporting American military more than British military.
Harry's African charities, of which he is the figurehead, are in crisis with the discovery of SA and other allegations.
Supposedly Harry's role with BetterUp has been downgraded/demoted.
Invictus Games is going through some serious money issues. There's talk of cutting Harry and Meghan loose because they aren't/can't fundraise, and you know they won't go down swinging.
I'm sure there are more, but my point is that even though it looks like the Sussexes are getting away with things, they really haven't. after all, it's death by a thousand cuts...or eating an elephant piece by tiny piece -- it builds up over time.
Also I just realized that the Kate's Ring paint chip linked up earlier shows it being more of a teal or an inkier blue. It isn't - it's more of a cobalt blue or a royal blue.
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Werewolf Children Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: The first time Eddie spent the night with Evil Woman, it was kind of an accident… Contains: Lunar insomnia, mentions of supernatural creatures... is napping together a love language? Words: 1.6k
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"Another rough one, Werewolf Child?"
You grumble into your cereal as your mom enters the kitchen and pours herself a cup of coffee.
"Last night should've been the worst of it, maybe you'll get some sleep tonight."
"A girl can dream… or maybe she can't," you giggle. You're in the 'I'm Funny' stage of sleep deprivation now. School should be fun.
You've had trouble sleeping during the full moon - and sometimes, a few days before - since you could remember. When you were little, you used to escape your crib and explore your room. Now, you mostly listen to music on your headphones or lie there and overthink. Your eyes are usually too tired to read by the time the moon is actually full.
But as your mother said, last night should've been the worst of it. You were looking forward to going to bed tonight… you just have to get through a full day of school first.
Eddie was a little late picking you up. He greeted you with a wave and a yawn when you slid into the passenger seat of his van.
"Werewolf problems?" you asked as he backed out of the driveway.
"Huh?"
"Is the full moon keeping you awake?"
"Is it a full moon?"
"…yes."
"Maybe? Is that a thing?"
"Yeah. They call it lunar insomnia. Mom calls it lycanthropy. Says I'm a Werewolf Child."
"I always thought of you as more of a vampire," he smirks, looking over at you with half-lidded eyes.
"Either way, I'm gonna bite you if you don't keep your eyes on the damn road."
"Don't threaten me with a good time," he mumbles, looking forward and taking a swig of his Mello Yello.
Despite his lateness, you still have a few minutes to loiter in the parking lot before you have to go inside the fluorescent halls of Hawkins High.
You stand in a circle with the other Hellfire members who have gathered there at Eddie's usual parking spot, vaguely aware that they're discussing something nerdy that happened on TV last night. You're too tired to care. Eddie places his hands on your hips and moves you a few steps to the side, then pulls you back against him, sandwiching himself between you and the van. He rests his chin on your shoulder and wraps his arms around your middle. You lean your head against his and place your hands over his, feeling your eyes grow heavier…
And then the fucking bell rings, making you both jump. The jolt gives you enough energy to get to your first class, but you feel yourself fading again as soon as you sit down. You're used to this; you can make it. Or at least fake it. Eddie is not so skilled in the art of functioning on very little sleep.
He props his elbows on the table and puts his head in his hands. You look at the clock, then at his bloodshot eyes. You suspect he hasn't blinked since the first bell rang.
"Go to sleep, I'll wake you up when the announcements are over."
"Can't sleep here. Not around these fuckers," he grumbles.
"Nobody's gonna fuck with you while I'm here. Go ahead, you've got," you look at the clock again, "13 minutes."
He scoots closer to you, crosses his arms on top of the table, and drops his head into them. His hair covers his face. You lean your elbow on the table and prop up your head, looking down at him. Your free hand instinctively disappears into Eddie's hair and begins lightly scratching his scalp. He moans and scoots closer, and you watch him with a smile as you ignore the drone of the morning announcements.
"Alright, lovebirds, it's time for learning!"
You heave a sigh at the teacher's teasing and extract your hand from Eddie's hair, giving him a light double-tap on the back as a sign to get up. He pulls himself upright and stares ahead, eyes unfocused.
Somehow, you made it through 'til lunch. You sat at the designated freak table and watched Eddie walk into four different people on his way to you. He looks like a zombie.
You don't even let him sit. "Come on," you order, standing up and turning him around and pushing him toward the door. He doesn't even have the strength to argue. When you exit the cafeteria doors, you head toward the van.
"Is this a lunch time quickie?" he asks, a little perkier.
"It's a 20 minute nap, dweeb."
"That works," he yawns, "too."
He opens the van's back door, shoves some junk (sorry, "necessary band equipment") out of the way, and waits for you to crawl in. You lie on your back with a balled up sweatshirt for a pillow. Eddie claims his favorite pillow: you. With his head on your chest, you reach up to set the alarm on your watch.
"Alright Munson, we have 21 minutes to sleep, then 3 minutes to cram food in our faces on our way back to class."
"Kay," he mumbles into your chest. In less than a minute, he's snoring lightly. You allow yourself to close your eyes for a few seconds too... well, it felt like seconds. The beeping of your watch jolted you awake.
"Nooo," he whines, nuzzling closer.
"Come on, two more classes, then we're free." You'd love nothing more than to just go back to sleep, but you have a quiz next period, and Eddie doesn't need to be missing any classes either. "Move it, Munson." He gets up with a grumble, and you both wolf down a sandwich and chug a can of pop on your way back inside.
You part ways with a "see you at three" and wait for the caffeine to kick in. Two more classes. You can do this.
Somehow, you did. You might have even gotten a decent grade on that quiz. But Eddie's so dead when he stumbles over to his locker, you're amazed he's still standing.
"Keys."
"Hm?"
"Give me your keys. Zombies don't drive."
"You sure you can handle her?"
"She'll behave for me, if she knows what's good for her." You smirk at each other, he shoves a few things into his locker, and you return to the parking lot.
"You guys okay?" your brother asks, already there waiting.
"We're fine."
"You sure? I can drive if you want."
"No!" you both shout. He holds up his hands in defeat and gets in the back with a grumble.
You get in, maneuver the massive hunk of metal out of the parking lot and onto the road, and miraculously make it home without incident. Eddie's leaning his face against the window when you park. You reach over and give his leg a tap, and he jumps.
"C'mon," you order. You stuff his keys in his jacket pocket, and he follows you inside.
"If we're not awake by time for Mom to get home, come yell," you instruct your brother, who salutes sarcastically before ducking his head into the fridge to hunt for a snack.
When you get to your room, you grab two pairs of sweats from a drawer and throw one at Eddie. He misses, and bends to pick them up. You're out of your jeans and jackets in seconds. You lose your bra, set the alarm on your watch, crawl into bed, and wait for him to join you. Ignoring your pillow, he settles his head on your chest again. Not that you mind. You pull the covers over him, kiss the top of his head, and let it all fade to black.
When you wake, it takes a moment to realize where you are. The first sleep after the full moon is always the deepest. Once you remember what day it is, and why Eddie's laying on top of you, you stretch a little. You'd been in this same position for hours, and your body was not happy about it.
"Time'sit?" Eddie mumbles into your chest.
You bring up your watch arm and squint at the tiny glowing numbers.
"Shit, it's almost six, Mom'll be home any minute!"
You both fly out of bed and back into your jeans.
"You wanna stay for dinner?" you ask, trying to smooth your hair in the mirror.
"Nah, your mom's probably sick of me, I'm good to drive." He shrugs his jacket back on. "Look okay?"
"Always," you grin, pulling him in for a quick kiss. "Alright, look innocent."
You approach your bedroom door… and find a note taped to the back of it. Hadn't you left it open when you came in?
You two were so cute, I couldn't bear to wake you.
Eddie, I called your uncle and told him you were out cold. If you happen to see this before dawn, you're welcome to stay the rest of the night.
There's meatloaf in the fridge, and a deer carcass from last month's hunt in the freezer if you little monsters are hungry.
Sweet dreams, Werewolf Children.
You look from the note to Eddie… and then at your watch… and then you rush to the window. It's pitch black outside. You chuckle darkly.
"Eddie, it's six o'clock in the fucking morning."
You're both hit by a fit of giggles, and cover your mouths to try and quiet them.
"No wonder I feel so rested," he grins after he's recovered.
"Well… you wanna stay for breakfast?"
"Might as well," he laughs, taking his jacket back off.
Your mother and brother were very relieved to find that the Werewolf Children had chosen pancakes and sausage over the deer carcass.
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Troublemaker - Lady Lesso x reader
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Dean of the school for Evil x student, don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with that.
I don’t know how to write smut (if anyone has advice I would love to read it) so the end is kinda weird, not finished, sorry about that, anyways enjoy!!
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I was in my room, alone, finishing my homework. It was the one Lady Lesso gave me earlier this morning, because I didn’t listen to the class, too mesmerized by the beauty of the fierce teacher in front of me. She seemed to stare back at me, but after she gave me this homework, I guess it was just in my mind. After all, a woman like her could never like a girl like me back… right? Yet here I was, still daydreaming about her, about her magnificent red hair and her alluring gray eyes, about… Lady Lesso.
I returned to my work, telling me that the sooner I get over this, the better it is. As I leaned over my desk to pick up my pencil (which had rolled across the table), I heard my door open and close. I raised my head to see the woman of my dreams. Is it because I was just thinking about her? It doesn’t matter, I was just happy to see her. But then I realized that she was staring at me… and that I was still leaning over my desk, so she could see my cleavage. I saw her smirk as I quickly got up and went to see her;
«What are you doing here? Am I in trouble?»
«Don’t worry darling; I just wanted to see my little troublemaker… See what’s in her mind.»
Her lips didn’t move while saying the last part of the sentence, but I still heard what she said… In my head. Her smirk grew wider as she saw me freeze. She was reading my mind.
«My, my, I know you liked me but I didn’t think you would be so addicted to me.»
I could only blush and stutter in response. She took a step closer. I couldn’t bear to be that close to her without imagining all I wanted her to do to me, so I took a step back. Her eyes darkened as she said,
«And what exactly do you want me to do to you?»
I looked at my feet, embarrassed, but she didn’t like it. She pinned me against the wall and lifted my chin up, forcing me to look her in the eyes. I was so mesmerized by her beautiful eyes that I almost didn’t hear her growl in a low voice:
«I want words, little thing.»
«I- I don’t know-»
But yes I knew. As I realized how close our bodies were to each other my mind started to fill with all of my previous scenarios with the woman in front of me. I couldn’t help it, even if I knew Lady Lesso was probably watching all of it. And indeed she was. She seemed to be breathless for an instant, and then her hand came around my nape, using just enough force to make me look up a little more, making me expose my neck.
«Your thoughts are much dirtier than I expected. You really are obsessed with me hmm?»
She didn’t let me time to answer before continuing;
«Well, lucky for you, you’re quite a pretty thing, and it’s been a moment since I wanted to… know you better.»
Her finger glowed and I heard the lock of the door close. She was still choking me with one hand, but she used the other to pin my hands above my head, preventing me from moving. I could feel my breath growing heavier with each second passing, as her lips sneaked all over my neck. She was teasing me and even if I would never admit it, I loved it.
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How Nasty Of Us -Lady Leonora Lesso x Female Reader
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Shipping; Lady Leonora Lesso x Feamale Adult Reader
Category; I don't know, to be honest🤷‍♀️
Warnings; Swearing, Mentions of killing, Mentions of sexual activity
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Rapidly tapping on the floor with my heels as anxiety took a hold of my body. "Y/n, are you alright?" I look over to the golden covered dean for the school of good who seemed to notice my strange behaviour. "Yeah of course" I reply with a fake confused expression but to be honest even I wasn't okay, but as a assistant to the dean of evil I wouldn't want to let my weakness to show towards the Ever Queen. "Listen I know that you're an Never and I'm an Ever but that shouldn't interrupt the relationship between us as friends of course" she says placing a hand on my shoulder and I tensed up while giving her a death glare as she slowly took her hand away placing it on her lap. "Do you know where Lesso is?" I say turning my head to her with a clear pissed/worried expression which I'm sure she noticed but chose not to bring it up. "No I haven't seen her all morning" I sigh in disbelief and get up from my seat making an exit back to the school for evil. "Wait Y/n why are you leaving you haven't even taken a bite of your food" "None of your concern goldie-locks" I reply.
After a long walk of painful walking finally arriving at the school for evil. I made my way into Lesso and my office but she wasn't there. 'Where the fuck is she?' I thought to myself. I decided to forget about her absence presence and took a seat at my desk while trying to grade the work of some students. As I marked the papers I heard commotion from outside and got up from my workspace and made a way for door, opening it I spot two of Lesso's wolf guards. "Miss Y/n" they both bow down to me and I can't help but cringe at the site, cause of Lesso every one of her guards are meant to treat me with extreme respect unless they hoped to be turned into wolf fur coats. "Rufus, Trevor where is Lesso?" I ask abruptly. "She's in the doom room, ma'am" "Doom what? Whatever just take me there" I say sternly. "Yes ma'am follow us" I follow till we reach a sceptical dark area that seemed abandoned and I couldn't but feel a sense of home, I mean this is a never's literally dream house or secret bunker. "Alright you may leave, I'll take it from here" they left and I started walking around trying to find Lesso.
After an eternity of you groaning of irritation you hear the sounds of screams, to be specific a young female scream. 'God help me if Lesso's killing someone without me, I'm gonna murder her' I say to my self and start speed walking towards the source of the scream. "NO!" I heard someone most probably a teen girl shout. "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING THAT BAD!" Sophie?
"Which is precisely why you're down here" I heard a woman say most likely Lesso. I tried my best to follow the voices even though my feet where dying due to fact that I have been up and down in heels for god's sake. HEELS.
I spot the room that Lesso and Sophie were in and from the looks of it, Lesso was just about to torture the girl. I slowly but silently make my way towards them. Being unseen by the both of them as Lesso was distracted by a bunch of weapons and Sophie was concentrated on Lesso with a clear frightened expression written all over her body and face. I was finally close enough and Sophie realised my presence. "Mistress Y/n!?" she screams in both relief and confusion. "Ah, isn't it Sophie of Galavadon" I say eyeing her "I always expected you to be a trouble-maker but I didn't expect you to already be punished on just your first day" I say with a fake disappointed expression. "Make sure to keep it up" I say with a cheeky grin sending a thumbs up her way Lesso finally turned around once Sophie screamed my name and hearing my voice "Y/n? What are you doing here"
"Wow, I understand that by all means your the dean of evil but a simple morning or hello wouldn't kill you" "Actually it would" she says while playing with the sharpness of an axe. It only came to me that she wasn't wearing her coat that she usually does 24/7 but instead her suit with her sleeves rolled up and a chain still on her outfit with the lighting of the room reflecting on her hair and face making her look even more sexy than she usually does in a daily basis. "Are you done staring darling? I wouldn't want your eyes falling out" I was pulled out of my trance and made eye contact with the smirking woman who was miles away from me. "Really, wow, the dean turned soft for a second" she huffs at my comment "Oh please, that will never happen"
"So what's the little blonde doing here?" I ask her referring to Sophie who sat still with her hands tied up including her legs to a chair. "Funny how I asked you the same thing" she replies with a sarcastic attitude placing the axe down and walking towards me slowly but with that seductive walk that she usually does. "Well, I wanted to see my girlfriend after so long cause already I woke up to a stinging headache and a lot of never kids lacking common sense and asking ridiculous questions" "Aww, sorry, baby" she says with a little fake pout while wrapping her arms around my waist pulling me closer to her and right then I was intoxicated by the smell of her ravishing perfume that caused wasps in my stomach.
"Yeah you better be sorry, cause I walked my ass all over the entire school in heels, Lesso, fucking heels!" I rage at her "Well let me making it better to you okay?" she says with a seductive tone in her words. "H-how?" she leans down to my face and I close eyes but feel her cheek on mine as she whispers in my ear. "Don't worry I'll help you get all of your nerves out and when I do you'll be roaring my name at the end of time. I felt heat rising towards my cheeks and my eyes shoot wide open. She pulls away and places a small peck on my lips and licks them before completely moving from my body.
I stood in shock not knowing what to say or do. 'Well I'm getting fucked tonight' I mentally slapped my mind from trying to think of all the ways she could please me especially with her hands. Fuck her hands. If her hands were her special skill I would made sure to get on her nerves all the time just to feel those things on me.
"Now if you'll excuse me my love but I have a patient that I have to attend to, and seems as if they have a really serious illness" Lesso says referring to Sophie, and it only came to me that she had heard and seen everything. "And don't worry my love, Sophie won't say anything about our relationship, is that clear, Miss Never Ever?" she nods aggressively "Words" "Y-yes Lady Lesso" "Good, now if you don't mind my love I have some problems to attend to" Lesso says while she picks the axe she had placed down earlier and turns around to face Sophie. I walk away knowing that Lesso was found I was getting a hot, rough and steamy wild sex from by beloved. How nasty of us.
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gayshrug · 3 months
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pit babe ep 8 thoughts
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(a peteken obsession was born)
first of all: i cannot believe i have to wait another week for the next episode. how am i meant to focus on anything when The Thing might happen but ALSO the other thing. things are happening. i am stressed and horny.
- i am sooooooo in love with kim. i know i say that every week but holy fuck his strength of character is admirable. i have no idea how the kimkenta thing is going to develop when kenta hasn't even started his redemption arc yet. HOWEVER........ that look™ between them when kim was bloodied, beaten and thrown into the elevator............ yeah.
- ALANJEFF. my angels. so much open communication from them both. i can't believe all it took for jeff to open up was one (1) handsome older guy in a tank top with kind eyes and open ears. that boy needs someone to lean on so badly. he's done so much reflecting. him finding a place of comfort in alan, no expectations or ulterior motives, is so important. (also low key worried alan is gonna turn jeff down at first re: the preview but we move.)
(- unrelated but i'm a nose guy and sailub's nose.......... amazing. can't stop staring at him.)
- GIVE ME MORE OF JUNE. those arm garters. holy fuck. are they a staple in his wardrobe or did they shoot both bar scenes the same day
- way in his villain was to be expected but him straight up implying he's gonna carry out an evil plan to his SPONSOR is insane. like, apparently pete knows way more than he should so he isn't surprised in the slightest but way shouldn't know that 😭 like girl are you so set on your revenge and bitterness that you're willing to throw your team's finances to the wolves as well (the answer is yes) (he's gonna do way worse things) (i'm excited)
- i love jeff and charlie's bond. jeff's doomsday thinking (which.... is warrented, lbr) and charlie's optimism should be clashing but i think they ground each other.
(- Not A Fan of how often charlie expressed that he'd do and risk anything for babe in this episode. yeah it's foreshadowing and He Means It but i love him so much. thinking about what might happen, keeping in mind jeff's visions, makes me so anxious. charlie is my puppy.)
- PETE AND KENTA. listen. he called him ken. those looks. the exasperation from kenta and the calmness from pete. there's history there. FUCK. i wish we didn't already know that pete/way will be a thing because the chemistry in that scene..... holy fuck. idk if they're ever gonna address it but in my mind, they're 100% exes who split due to external circumstances (kenta staying with tony because of his low self-esteem, pete needing to leave because of his conscience and need for independence). there's obviously still lingering feelings. i could eat off that tension for a lifetime.
- also pretty sure that garfield could have chemistry with a tree
- i saw someone wondering why there was so much (undried) blood in kim's hotel room and like. yeah. but, because i like to make excuses for the shows i enjoy, to me it was A Trap. they made it easy for them to figure out where kim had been staying. they left the door unlocked. they staged The Crime Scene to be as dramatic as possible in order for whoever would come to investigate to have Lots To Look At. so they could get them, too, while they were distracted. tony was watching a recording of that hotel footage almost in real time, wasn't he?
- tony seems to be stupid as hell, not gonna lie. are the cogs just now starting to turn?????? girl
- charlie starting to get acquainted with babe's senses is so cool. like, yeah, he can't really utilise them well yet but. baby steps. he is our collective baby after all.
- the amount of charliebabe protecting each other and throwing punches at goons in this episode gave me so much serotonin. dream team with maybe a handful of brain cells between them
- i love jeff but him going back to tony's mansion a) after he just told alan he'd never be dragged back there and b) seemingly without telling anybody about it is sooooo frustrating. babygirl this wouldn't have ended well in any universe
- all i could think when kenta was pressing jeff against that wall and deleting his Exposing Way message was "i wish that was me". the arms 🥴🥴🥴
- i need somebody, ANYBODY, (preferably pete or kim) to give kenta a convincing reason to leave. like, he's obviously conflicted but tony's abuse has its grips on him. tightly. like, i KNOW that man cries himself to sleep every night but maybe the tender touch of another man could heal him
- i had to pause the charliebabe doctor scene sooo many times (and then rewatched it for half an hour). i'm too fucking single for this. their little faces and banter and Visible Love-Eyes. have some mercy on me.
- that being said... we've had public sex. breeding kink. mommy/daddy kink. now medical kink. (scenting is a given.) is anyone doing ao3 tag bingo
- alan noticing that jeff's not there and being worried about him even though it hasn't even been a full day is so 🥺
- i felt so bad for andy like. a fucking GPS bracelet? the guy who's bought him seemed creepy as hell. they named him so i hope we're gonna get to see them free him (and hopefully other kids) too.
- good on way for helping out the boys when they were in a pinch but. i can't help but feel like everything he does has an ulterior motive now, despite (or maybe especially?) because of his talk with babe earlier
- charliebabe looked so fucking good in those maroon shirts 🧍🏼‍♂️
- how i'm tryna be:
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- NORTH AND SONIC. my little gremlins. i still feel so bad about underappreciating them at the start of the show. their romantic tension is so good and silly and they were out there risking their lives with less than zero of a plan 😭 sweet boys
- winner is such a loser. he wins at losing. over and over again. it's so much fun.
- listen........ i get that they had to get away from the goons (thank u alan) but.... could they not have grabbed kim at the last second 😭 there was a truck between winner/the gun and kim and the goon, was there not? it's self-preservation above all else but........ my baby got a kick to the fucking face 🧍🏼‍♂️
- jeff with the sneaky escape plan 👁️👄👁️
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- JEFF WITH THE LIES TO GET AWAY FROM TONY 👁️👄👁️
- way being the one (1) enigma basically confirms what he's there to do and. uhhhhhh. if we're also getting The Incident in next week's episode or episode 10 then...... he might actually try. [throws up in my mouth]
- ALANJEFF? jeff being the one initiating contact for once? "alan's boy"?????????????????????
- charlie talking in that deep voice, the Mirror Scene Preview, him throwing his head back. uhhhhhh. i rewinded that more times than i'd like to admit. make that scene 5 minutes long please 💓
- didn't jeff have a vision of tony killing someone with a katana. why was he pulling that while in his office. (hopefully not) while talking to jeff lol
idk how they do it but i'm even more excited/ scared for next week's episode than i was for this one. it's about to get bonkers
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Propaganda why Light Yagami is insufferable:
Had a great chance to actually solve the problems of the world but he decided to go after petty criminals instead of actual bad guys shaking my head. He thought he was so smart but got caught being suspected to be Kira before he even had his next birthday. How do you fuck up that badly? It’s a book you write peoples names in…Nice move, FedEx
Also his personality is awful
HE DIDNT DESERVE TO PULL A GOTH GIRL
Idk if he counts because he's SUPPOSED to be insufferable. But I don't care because I want to punch him in the face anyway. Oh and before the Light stans come at me let me say: thanks but I don't want your 5 paragraphs explaining why he's so complex and was corrupted and rationalized murder as a defense mechanism to avoid confronting the possibility that he might have done something that would make him irredeemable and evil and how in the manga he lost weight due to the psychological strain because I know. I think he's fascinating too but good God. He's so annoying.
he's like if a cop was a bitchy teenager about it
Propaganda why Anakin Skywalker is insufferable:
the guy has zero critical thinking skills, he whines about everything all the time. I love him, but he’s awful to listen to.
Yes he was probably directed to act that way but the way his lines were written did not help
THIS BITCH. I HATE HIM. NO CRITICAL THINKING. NO SELF AWARENESS. WHINY MURDEROUS ASSHOLE. LIKE SERIOUSLY. He's a JEDI. LIKE. THEY HAVE HISTORY CLASSES!!!! He should have KNOWNNNNNN that when he had prophetic dreams they're not necessarily true!!!!! Also like. In the Star Wars universe, do Jedi just not have imaginations that can create NORMAL dreams when they sleep??? Do Jedi just not usually dream??? If he hadn't gotten paranoid from the dreams of Padme dying in childbirth BILLIONS OF LIVES WOULD HAVE BEEN SAVED. FOR THAT MATTER, if you're gonna have A SUPER ILLEGAL SUPER SECRET MARRIAGE, wouldn't you, I don't know, USE PROTECTION SO THAT YOUR WIFE WHO IS SECRETLY AND ILLEGALLY MARRIED DOESN'T GET PREGANANANT????? LIKE LOOK I LOVE LUKE AND LEIA MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF BUT THEIR PARENTS WERE SO FUCKING STUPID. ANAKIN SKYWALKER HATES CONDOMS BECAUSE THEY DONT FEEL AS GOOD I DON'T FUCKING KNOW. Man is an IDIOT. How can you have had a role model and father figure like Obi-Wan for most of your fucking life and grow up to do the shitty, STUPID things Anakin did. Ok this is way too long I'm sorry but I love Obi-Wan so much and Anakin ruined his fucking life and hes just such a little DICK. MURDERED A WHOLE VILLAGE OF SAND PEOPLE. AND DOZENS IF NOT HUNDREDS OF CHILDRENNNNNNNN. ANGSTY WHINY TEENAGER. FUCK HIMMMMMMM
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kiirostarz · 3 months
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Opinion of Magnifico
So…this is another case of "the villain isn't bad because his intentions are good"? Or at least that's what I've seen from people. Personally, no. Yes, he is handsome. But he's definitely a villain, not like The Evil Queen or Scar, but he's a bad guy.
I think in one part of the movie Magnifico mentions that he doesn't even see the wishes once they are taken away from him and he starts to go crazy when he finds the true power of the wishes.
The kingdom of Rosas already loved and respected him, but for some reason when someone even slightly doubts something, "It's disrespectful"… Eh, yes because they gave you something important and YOU PROMISED to fulfill it. Aren't they within their rights to even ask about that?
And returning to the topic that he didn't even see those desires: Many people keep saying that Asha is irresponsible for wanting to fulfill all of them, that's what I'll say. One, no. Asha did not want ALL of them to come true, in the clip they uploaded she clearly knows that there are bad, crazy desires, etc. But they can be stopped (Like Magnifico himself) Even if they are almost impossible and dangerous like flying, he could give them the advice or tools to accomplish them.
But there is also something else here, the dependence of the citizens of Rosas on Magnifico. And that Magnifico never saw this in a negative way, it only fueled his ego and pride. Asha helps them to be more independent of his ideas. It's not just about waiting for your desires to come true, it's about working on them. With its mistakes and successes.
And also, didn't you think that if Magnifico didn't see these desires, he was also irresponsible for him? because he could stop that person before he did something crazy. The second thing is that I feel that when you give him your greatest desire, you also give him your ability to dream and be able to work on them, that's why you have to wait for him one day. Some day. He grants it. But, what if someone wanted to be a better leader than him, perhaps a young man or woman with better ideas, better leadership and listening… I feel like Magnifico also wanted to prevent that from happening… to maybe I don't know… have all the attention on him? Because Queen Amaya didn't even seem to be as important as Magnifico to the citizens.
I hope the point is understood, because I'm already a little tired of hearing the same thing.
Plus, I think Magnifico is a less macabre version of Gaston and Frollo. Dude, come on. Use his influence to find a girl he considers a threat? Narcissism in his person? I think Gaston would have done something similar if the townspeople learned hunting on his behalf, he really wouldn't be so useful anymore. Unless he helped them. But… that's impossible.
I know the movie has flaws. I know. Personally I enjoyed it, not as much as other movies, but I thought it was cute. But these ridiculous over-analyses that don't even have to do with the theme of the movie are really bothering me… 😬
I clarify that I saw the movie in a language other than English, so I could miss something, but I have heard the songs and seen enough videos to say that calling Magnifico good is crazy, maybe I will edit this if a new one comes up detail. ❤️
Remember, this is just my opinion. <3
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vegasandhishedgehog · 3 months
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Fuck this, I wasn't tagged by anybody but since y'all are making me insane sharing your lovely faves on my dash I gotta join the fun!
10 BL People That I Want Carnally
Just so we're clear, I'm immediately not limiting myself to 10. I'm bi. You think we have limits? (Tumblr says yes, but that's why I'm on desktop for this instead of mobile)
Night from Dirty Laundry
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Are we surprised? This awakened a whole thing in me. I was constantly yelling from the rooftops about my love for this man in the cheapest drag you ever saw. This is my JAM. I'm already trying to calm myself down making the first entry on this post. GOD. And his whole committed-to-the-bit romancing a mafia leader and then robbing her because he needs money, but really he's a wee romantic who just wants to write exciting stories like all of us bitches on AO3? Honey I am FREE at 5pm on Saturday. Also, shush, I know it's not a BL, I'm counting it as part of the Midnight Series as a whole :P
Yok from Not Me
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PAINT ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR POLICE OFFICERS. We already have matching tattoos babe. He isn't perfect but he's a well-intentioned mama's boy and has swagger.
Maya from Laws of Attraction
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Listen, I don't think much explaining is necessary here. I'm a woman but she can call me "pretty boy" any day. Is she just Silvy Pavida with a MILF wife? Yeah. That's the point. I'll join. They would let me.
Speaking of Laws of Attraction, Nawin
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I deserve an insane golden retriever boyfriend. I deserve a man who can't spell his ex's name but can get a pilot's license. He deserves someone who will enable his silliness, even when there's trouble with the accountant. *kisses all over his wing tattoo*
Togawa from Old Fashion Cupcake
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Mr. Hamster Cheeks my love <3 The dates would be so good. And so would the food. And the food naps afterward. I'm a good snuggler, he's tall and there's a lot to snuggle. Win-win.
Ink from Bad Buddy
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I know many of us are weak for Milk Pansa, but like, there's a reason for that. She gave us the ICON for lesbian side couples. Please, girl, scare men away from me when they mistake a boner for full-fledged love. Make me feel welcome and important and pretty and like I'm the specialest girl alive. Be taller than me ;)
Wen Qing from The Untamed
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She didn't die, actually, we just eloped together, haha. I just think as someone who studied medicine, she'd have a lot of good tricks up her sleeve and I don't mean acupuncture needles.
Saifah from Enchanté
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Yeah. I needed to use this gif. Get that record deal my man. Live your dreams king. I also love that he's both the old man and woman here. Impeccable. We deserved more of him.
Uea from Bed Friend
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Gimme this catboy realness right now. Also, I just love him so much. He owns his narrative despite all the shit he has suffered and gets everything he deserves for it. We could be besties even. We could be...no I shan't say it.
SamMon from GAP
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I just want whatever is going on right here. Let me join. Simple as that.
Tops and Marwin from Ingredients
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I'm this guy. Except I think they'd be sad to see the other with someone else so I gotta have them one at a time. Tops, who's a shy cutie who can make yummy foods. And Marwin, who is basically Jeff Satur just pumped with extra himboisms.
Todd from Not Me
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All principles out the window. He's evil, he's sexy. I know exactly how much that specific hotel room costs to stay in for a night. It would be luxurious.
Rain from Love In The Air
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I know most people would say Phayu, and for Boss, yeah I understand, I am all there. But something about the way that little guy can fuck kinda makes me dizzy, I'm owning that. He doesn't have to be smart, he's just gotta be given compliments. Plus, my bed sheets match!
VegasPete from KinnPorsche
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They altered me chemically once and I'd let 'em do it a second time and many more after that.
Tagging @kissporsche @thisautistic @omegaphobe @shubaka @risu442 @khathastrophe @loveable-sea-lemon @fawndlyvenus @viva-yas-vegas @first-kanaphan @wherelanguage-ends @xxatlasxx @adanima @snake-and-mouse @scarefox @scattered-stardust @callipigio @sparklyeyedhimbo @jdotsodomite @futureexmrsmalcolm @suzteel @jeffsatyr @coconuts-mafia
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crabbng · 9 months
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Here are all the characters from my webcomic color wheel
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Hana! my guy. whatever. you know him. NEXT
Tovio from https://ingress-comic.com by @kayartics he's a sad dad. i think the sadness and dadness are mostly unrelated. he knows a hot, evil woman which is good (for me, not for him). does cool magic. i'm pretty sure he's like.. cursed. but i'm sure it'll work out.
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Pavel from https://phantomarine.com by @phantomarine sweet boy on a ghost ship full of ghost adults. he's more emotionally intelligent than them all, save for like.. two. maybe. head got chomped, it's fine. phanto is in the final days of its KS, [check it]
Yanell from http://sombulus.com by @delphina2k cool and competent. notable for being the most beautiful and smart person in sombulus world (as voted on by me). she also likes collecting rocks and that's so valid of her. SHE'S GOT WINGS!
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Val from https://thunderstryke.thecomicseries.com by @socksofargyle just read this one! she's got 1) bow and arrows, 2) black scleras, 3) cool action moves, 4) is a nerd 5) in space. all good things. it seems like she's in pretty constant peril but she did agree to it so at this point it's on her
The Doll from https://heirsoftheveil.com by @tentacledeity she's an evil doll, but listen. hear me out. very fabulous. well, i don't know that she's EVIL, but she's very weird and mean. idk, i think there's more to her but MORE THAN ANYTHING.. she's fab.
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Kate Blast from.. you'll never guess it.. https://kateblast.com by @renieplayerone the cranky magic girl of our dreams. fishnets and combat boots like, yes. her mission... to smack catboys with a bat. and i think we can all respect that.
Ida from https://conjuringcutlasses.com by @niccitrus an angel with a pink sword and pink sword ghost. taste. and you know- YOU!! KNOW!!!! were she not here, ren would not have that goody goody influence and she would be SAD!!!!! and also probably an asshole. i want to know her dreams.
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rinniessance · 4 months
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WELCOME TO TOXIC LOVER FM
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hello there. yes, yes, you. tell me, are you feeling
L̻͓̿͗͐͟ O̫͗͒ N̸̓ Ĕ̷̴͍͢ L̦͆͘ Ỳ̺͕̗̘͒ͨ ?
you look tired of all this
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why don't you go back to that person you swore you'd never see again? or send that text you've been typing and erasing for the past half an hour? or better, go and make them see you're the only one for them? and tune in to our TOXIC LOVER FM while you do it - after all, worst decisions need the best soundtrack.
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WARNING - THIS STATION IS ONLY INTENDED FOR LISTENERS FOR 18 AND ABOVE
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01. KILL BILL (FT. CHOSO)
꒰ you thought he really loved you, after all, didn’t you give him your all? choso kamo has a lot of nerve to leave you for another girl. you’ll just have to show him why you are his only one. ꒱ - nsfw - dark content. non-curse au, yandere!reader, dub-con, coercion, pegging
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02. YOU RIGHT (FT. SUKUNA RYOMEN)
unlike your sweet boyfriend, yuuji itadori, his twin brother is personification of evil. when sukuna tries to seduce you pretending to be your partner, you see right through him - he didn't even attempt to do a good job. then if you know it's not yuuji, why are you leaning closer for a kiss? - non-curse au
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03. MIND GAMES (FT. OSAMU DAZAI)
osamu dazai hates the idea of soulmates - why does he have to wait for the perfect partner when you’ve captured his heart, mind and soul? he just needs you to see you’re the one for him too. - soulmates au, yandere!dazai
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04. ONE OF THE GIRLS (FT. SUGURU GETO)
when you bought tickets to see your favorite musician, suguru geto, the last thing you expected is to be called backstage. you would do anything for your personal god, right? - rockstar au
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05. BREAK UP WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND, I'M BORED (FT. ITOSHI RIN)
he's famous, he's tall, he's rich, and he's so handsome. and that pretty little thing on his arm that calls herself his girlfriend will not stop you from tasting the flavor that is rin itoshi. - professional athlete rin
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06. I WAS NEVER THERE (FT. KISHIBE)
he is not just a politician - kishibe is a family man, your every day citizen, neighbour and a friend. then why is he knuckles deep inside your pissy in the backseat of his Porsche? - no devils au, politician!kishibe
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07. I FUCKING LUST YOU (FT. OLIVER AIKU)
what you and oliver have is a matter of convenience, neither of you want it to be anything more than that. yet seeing him with another woman drives you insane - college au
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08. DADDY ISSUES (FT. TOJI FUSHIGURO)
you remember the very first time toji fushiguro walked through the doors of the brothel - all broad shoulders, handsome face and one hell of a cock, as it turns out. what you didn’t expect is to break the first rule of your job - don’t fall in love with your clients.
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09. TEENAGE FEVER (FT. MEGUMI FUSHIGURO)
you know that your best friend is hopelessly in love with you, fact you've known since you were 16. you should have let him go instead of keeping him on a short leash for the nights when you feel especially alone. - no curses au
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10. WOO (FT. SATORU GOJO)
it's taken him two years to stop dreaming about you, two more to find himself again and someone else to love, and on a fifth, he finally got engaged. satoru gojo thought that he is finally over the black hole that is you. his heart thinks otherwise when it shatters to pieces when he sees you at his own engagement party. - no curses au
TUNING OUT . . . UNTIL NEXT TIME
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© rinniessance do not steal, plagiarize or translate my works. do not recommend me on tiktok, thank you
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britany1997 · 1 year
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The Lost Boys watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer:
(Part Two- Seasons 4-5) (spoilers for BTVS)
Part one
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•They take another break after the season 3 final. Angel leaving the show broke Dwayne’s heart just a little
•They start season four and Paul’s like, ‘there’s a vampire frat???? Where can I pledge?!
•…never mind
•They don’t have a good feeling about this Parker guy (really they just don’t like to watch her fuck human guys, but 🤷🏻‍♀️)
•They think Dingos Ate My Baby is really cool
•Marko and Paul think they should start a band too!
•Dwayne and David are like, we don’t play instruments?????
• “you guys ruin everything”😠 -Marko
•David’s like, ‘fine, we all sing you guys want to start a quartet? Is that what you want????’
•Paul thinks that sounds like a good time tbh
•But he senses David was being sarcastic…so they keep watching.
•SPIKE IS BACK???? Fuck. Yes.
•He’s got a new crazy vampire babe?? This guy is their hero
•Dwayne is like, I can’t believe Spike literally tried to kill Buffy but Parker’s the biggest villain of this episode
•They all love Oz
•They don’t care that he’s a wolf, they’d vibe (ok, David cares a little)
•Paul swears up and down that man smokes weed. He’s like, no person is that calm all the time
•NEVERMIND
•Paul watches Oz cheat on Willow and he says “it’s giving Parker”
•The military got Spike????? THAT CAN HAPPEN???
•They had never considered this possibility before
•They’re like damn we might have to lay low for a couple weeks, like “the murder capital of the world” is probably on some government radars
•Dwayne says he only supports an army totally independent of and opposed to a capitalist state
•Paul’s like, can we just watch the show? Geez
•They are absolutely terrified by the prospect of a chip that can stop you from killing
•Marko is furious
• “WHY WOULD YOU TAKE AWAY HIS ONE TRUE JOY IN UNLIFE YOU MONSTERS.”
•They take another break after this episode, that last one was the vampire equivalent of a Saw movie
•They come back after their massacre break
•David’s like, this better be a Spike heavy episode
•Spike’s kinda in his ‘no bitches🥺’ era right now tho
•They skip Pangs. As they should.
•Next episode Willow casts a spell so that Buffy falls for Spike
•They like Willow
•They do NOT like Riley
•They thought Xander was the biggest Vampire cock block and now Buffy’s flirting with this army guy????
•Disappointing
•Hush freaks them out
•Dwayne is clenching his teeth throughout the episode.
•Like they may be vampires but these freaky guys cutting peoples hearts out in silence with smiles on their faces? Hella creepy. They are not fans
• “No Spike don’t stake yourself you’re too sexy ahaha”-Paul
•He even makes a Hawaiian shirt look good
•Like why he keep it unbuttoned like that, he knew what he was doing
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•David listens to them thirst over this guy that looks quite a bit like him with a smirk on his face praise kink
• ‘oh man the military organization are the bad guys? Who could have predicted this incredibly surprising turn of events’🙄
•Spike can’t catch a break
•Marko is SO pissed he can’t eat Riley
•All this seasons problems could be solved if Spike could eat Riley
•Faith is back and it’s erotic
•Paul watches this episode chanting “kiss kiss kiss” under his breath
•They do not kiss:(
•Faith stole Buffy’s body???
•😮😮😮😮
•They get to that one scene with Spike in the Bronze where Faith (in Buffy’s body) tells Spike, “I could squeeze you until you popped like warm champagne and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more.”
•Paul’s like, ‘I would sell my soul just to hear her say that to me’
•David’s like, ‘you already sold your soul for eternal life dumbass’
•Paul is grumpy™️
•The next episode features Riley and Buffy having constant and uncontrollable sex
•It hurts Paul to see people living his dream
•The boys pat him on the back sympathetically
•Oz comes back and Marko’s like, ‘She likes GIRLS dog boy! You blew it!’
•They love Willow and Tara🥰 unproblematic couple
•Spike is a MENACE Marko loves him
•finding new and innovative ways to be evil😈
•The military is really putting chips in people left and right (new fear unlocked for the boys)
•Paul should NOT have smoked before the dream sequence episode
•Dracula cameo in the next episode
•They did him dirty with this portrayal, he’s not that ugly in really life
•Like that’s sort of their great grandfather??
•She let him drink from her?? Again, it hurts to see everyone else living their dream😔
•Dracula has not one, but three crazy vampire girlfriends
•Respect.
•Marko is seething
•Buffy kills Dracula and they’re like, so are the hot vampire chicks free👀
•Harmony’s back? Nice.
•They’re already tired of Dawn.
•She has a crush on Xander so they know she’s got terrible taste
•Spike has a plan to get that chip out of his head, Marko’s like, “fucking finally” he misses bloodthirsty Spike he was hot
•Spike does not get the chip out of his head
•He DOES have a wet dream about Buffy
•Paul’s like, ‘he just like me fr’
•This next episode features Spike in his orignal ‘No Bitches🥺’ era
•They all look at David when ponytail, glasses, poetry Spike comes on screen
• “I wasn’t like that.” -David
•They like, ok and all side eye each other👀
•Angel (sort of) makes a cameo in this episode and Dwayne smiles
•He missed him🥺
•They watch 70s punk Spike steal his coat off the body of a dead slayer
•They’re like is that how you got yours David
•He’s like yes
•He found it in a dumpster, but the boys don’t need to know that
•Spike is boyfriend material fr, Buffy’s trippin’
•They don’t like when the monsters are gross
•They came here for a sexy time and a sexy time only😤
•Riley’s going to vampire clubs to let vampires drink from him? Dwayne says: “men will do anything but go to therapy”
•They watch her set the vampire den on fire with their jaws on the floor
• “I really think I could fix her you guys, I just need one night” -Paul
•They roll their eyes at Riley’s bitching
•Just let him fly away on that helicopter Buffy, you can do better
•Spike is killing vampires now?? Wtf???
•Paul’s like, ‘we’ve done a lot of things to get laid. Remember Michael?’ They stare at David
•David’s like you right you right
•Glory’s a god? Damn
•They like ayo baby let us worship you
•real talk, there’s not many characters on the show they don’t find incredibly attractive
•Dawn, Xander, and Riley are pretty much the only ones that didn’t make the hot list
• “but what about Giles?” He sings and plays guitar, he looks damn good in a suit, he’s a total daddy, he’s on the list.
•Spike is a simp
•SPIKE IS A HUGE SIMP
•Takes her on a little stake out date and everything (smooth)
•Buffy rejects him?
•They like give him a chance Buffy he would treat you so well (and let him bite you a little geez)
•Marko’s like, ‘there’s more vampire sex coming right? It wasn’t just the one time’
•Paul’s like, ‘I read the season six plot summary, yes😈’
•Woah crazy vampire girlfriend’s back
•Things are gettin kinda freaky
•They had missed the bondage in this show fr
•Buffy’s mom dies?!?!
•This episode hurt them
•As little as they care for human life, they all had mothers once, even if they can’t remember anymore
•Humans are so fragile
•Angel returns to comfort Buffy, Dwayne thinks he’s husband material
•Spike has those nerd guys build him a…Buffy sex robot???
•Dwayne’s team Angel
•Paul’s like, “haha that’s so crazy of him” he immediately googles if he can get one
•He cannot. Probably for the best.
•Willow has to watch Tara’s brain get drained from her skull???? No!!!!
•They love Willow and Tara!!!
•They don’t care how hot this bitch is (they care a little) Buffy better kick her ass
•oh damn ok Willow’s gonna kick her ass
•They’re running away now?
•Spike pulls up with a giant Winnebago, they love him
•Paul’s like, ‘you think we can drive during the day like that if we black out all the windows?’
•Dwayne’s like, ‘you know you’re never allowed behind the wheel of a car ever again’
•Paul pouts
•The bad guys steal the kid?
•Things got real dark real quick
•SHE HAS TO DIE? Wtf
•Paul’s like ‘remember when the biggest problem in this show was what to wear to the prom?’
•Buffy and Spike are friends again! Yay!
•Willow a badass fr
•Oh my god they might really kill this kid
•SHE DIES??? BUFFY DIES???
•It can’t end like this
•They need another break after that finale (Paul is inconsolable)
There will be a part 3 for seasons 6-7!! (And season sex six is spicy, Paul’s excited)
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Woe. Old Vocal Synth OCs be upon ye 💀
Yeah uh. These guys are old as hell and idk if I'm ever gonna use any of them again but. Here. Take them lmao 💀
(I made these in Gacha Nox, my favorite Gacha mod! You should totally check out this or Gacha Nebula, a mod made by the same creator with much more content!)
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(More information about all of these guys under the cut!)
Yamine Honoka: Honoka is a Japanese-English bilingual Synth with a tomboyish feminine voice. She is about 16-18 years old, and is designed for alternative music. Not much is known about her, but she has a small cat-like companion named Koitsu (literally "this guy") that she likes to dress up as. Her character item is a blackberry.
Hoshino Esumi: Esumi is an English-Japanese-Spanish trilingual Synth with an energetic feminine voice. She is about 18-20 years old, and is designed for hip-hop and electronic music. She loves researching extraterrestrials and spending time with her little sister Mariya. Her character item is a lime.
Hoshino Mariya: Mariya is an English-Japanese-Spanish trilingual Synth with a soft feminine voice. She is about 12-14 years old, and is designed for softer genres and children's songs. She is a blind mage who uses magic and music to express herself, and she idolizes her older sister Esumi. Her character item is a starfruit.
Amaya Youmu: Youmu is a Japanese Synth with a unique genderfluid voice (sounds more feminine in higher ranges, sounds more masculine in lower ranges). It is billions of years old, but appears and acts around 14-16, and is designed for experimental music. Youmu is a magical interdimensional trickster accidentally summoned by Mariya, and it has a pet "raccoon" named Nuki-Tan. Its character item is ube cake.
Iliana Del Bosque: Iliana is a Spanish-English bilingual Synth with a cute feminine voice. She is about 14-16 years old, and is designed for pop and dance music. When not creating music, Iliana creates all sorts of sunflower-themed crafts for her family's art shop. Her character item is sunflower seeds.
Noh Min-Seo: Min-Seo is a Korean-English bilingual Synth with a mature feminine voice. She is about 20-22 years old, and is designed for ballads. She has the power to charm others with her voice, but it only seems to work on butterflies. Her character item is butterfly pea tea.
LYRIC: Lyric is an English Synth with a strong masculine voice. He is about 18-20 years old, and is designed for punk music. He lives in a not-so-distant dystopian future where all human creativity is outlawed and art is instead created by machines, and he leads the rebellion against these machines and their creators to make creativity thrive again. His character item is a pomegranate.
Clementine: Clementine is an English Synth with a bright feminine voice. She is about 16-18 years old, and is designed for country music. She dreams of traveling through the country in an old van and playing music for anyone who will listen. Her character item, of course, is a clementine orange.
Rain-BO: Bo is an English-Swahili bilingual Synth with a deep feminine voice. She is about 22-24 years old, and is designed for spiritual music. She is a demigoddess of weather who can create sunny days with her song. Her character item is cotton candy.
Shao Suyin: Suyin is a Chinese-English bilingual Synth with a clear feminine voice. She is about 14-16 years old, and is designed for pop music. She is a girl from a rich family who is able to find beauty in just about everything. Her character item is shaved ice.
SYLVER: Sylver is an English Synth with a powerful feminine voice. Her true age is unknown, but she was programmed to be about 18-20 years old, and is designed for metal music. Coming from the same dystopia as Lyric, she is a former art-creating machine who realized the evil of her creators, ran away from home, and now channels her rage into songwriting. Her character item is battery acid.
Tatiana Nikolaev: Tatiana is a primarily Russian Synth with a whimsical androgynous voice, capable of many other European languages. Their age is unknown, but the apparent age of their main form is 22-24 years old. Tatiana is a being made from the souls of thousands of fae, and they want nothing more than to join the human world. Their character item is dried flowers.
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