#/ hi i miss y'all & ada.

[dennisboobs]

to be completely honest, I don't want macdennis in this finale at all. i want den's plot to stay his own. i want the gang to understand just how much they rely on dennis, and how the pressure is finally wearing him down. dennis' inability to escape these high expectations from all of them. of the responsibility that he hates so much. this has been a part of his plotlines for years, and now he can't even take a day trip to the beach without the gang calling him for dumb shit. he's expected to be there to help the gang whenever they need him, but will they be there to help him?

[sp1ed]

peeks my head in here after barely being active for the past 3 months

[yaoienjoyerwife]

DOA With ADA S/O

This is all taking place during the whole terrorism plot, but lmk if you want me to do like a just in general thing! I sadly didn't have ideas for Bram :( Tw for spoilers, Fyodor being a toxic little bitch, Nikolai kidnapping you, actually everyone except Sigma is either toxic or bordering on it

Fyodor! ♡

You would've had to meet before the terrorism obviously

He knows it is stupid, but he doesn't include you as a terrorist

Even if you beg for him to stop it, he won't, he'll just try to make you join the Decay of Angels

Even if you don't agree he'll still trick you into doing work for him where there is room for plausible deniability

If you somehow find out about his plans beforehand he will be forced to make you a terrorist and have you dependant on him

very toxic, don't reccomend

Nikolai! ♡

He bothers Fyodor and asks him not to make you a terrorist, but of course, Fyodor doesn't listen because Nikolai is supposed to die soon

Nikolai doesn't die of course, and instead, he figures out where you are and kidnaps you!

It's only logical of course

He keeps you with him at all times! If they can't find him then they can't find you!

He takes you to the Meursault and makes you witness all the terrible things that Dazai and Fyodor do

You start realizing how much of a freak he is but you still love him

He doesn't ever allow you to leave his side, even if you have to go to the bathroom he whined but settled on standing guard outside t the stall

Sigma! ♡

Since his casino is canonically less than a week old you guys met a bit before

Whenever Fyodor made him aware of his plans he begged you to come over

You were confused because he wouldn't tell you why but you just assumed he missed you a lot

Turns out you were being framed for terrorism

He keeps you very well hidden but is put under 1000x more stress when the Hunting Dogs show up

He is more aggressive with his attacks, and he raises the money for injuring and/or killing the Hunting Dogs, all because he wants you safe

Y'all fall together and are unceremoniously saved by Nikolai

You jumped after him much to Teruko's displeasure

Whenever Sigma is chosen by Dazai you force Nikolai to let you go with them and you stick by Sigma and freak out when you think he's been killed, Fyodor knocks you out though

Fukuchi! ♡

Being a hater of Fukuzawa he wanted you to join the Hunting Dogs even before the terrorism

Though of course, you told him you loved your friends there too much to ever leave (you also hated the idea of all the surgeries)

But when the terrorism happened, he specifically instructed the Hunting Dogs to bring you to him alive

And they didn't fail him, he kept you safe

He tried very hard to get you to join the Hunting Dogs, saying that he could make it go away

Of course, you still refused. You knew you weren't a terrorist and you knew none of your friends were

He still dragged you around but he wouldn't let you watch him fight his friends

He doesn't let you see any of his wrongdoings, even if you know he's doing something bad he won't let you know what it is exactly

He won't even make you aware of Bram existence

He just tells you he's doing this all for the greater good

[babybluebex]

rememories | tommy shelby x fem!reader

summary: the lee family trashed your betting room, including your most prized possessions, and tommy does everything in his power to soothe you and right the wrongs that the rival gang caused. pairing: tommy shelby (peaky blinders) x fem!reader tags: s1!tommy, tommy being a sweetheart, your daughter's name is thomasine (thanks @lost-in-sokovia for that one), no real warnings for this other than like angst? brief emotional distress? idk author's note: it's come to this lol. i'll be fixing my cillian masterlist later and reblogging it, so y'all can read all of my old tommy fics (and a few other cillian characters lmao) but i hope you enjoy this one!

The backroom was in total disrepair. Chairs were tipped over, things were thrown from tables, coins scattered everywhere and marks of bludgeonings on the walls. The poor little room was merely a shell of itself, its personality and life battered away. You could still hear your husband’s jaded laughter as he made fun of John for wanting to marry Lizzie Stark, but mere minutes ago now seemed like a lifetime away.

Scudboat sat as Arthur poured him whisky, and he explained how the Lees, “the whole lot of ‘em”, came in and destroyed the betting backroom. He was ambushed, he said, or he would have done a better job defending it. You held Tommy’s hands as fear made your own shake, and your husband sighed. “Find what can be salvaged,” he said, narrowly missing John’s angry fit as he kicked a box over. “Anything is better than nothing.”

“This is terrible,” you sniffled, and Tommy extracted his handkerchief for you. It was one that you had bought for him right after you had gotten married and just before he went to war, and you were always amazed that the silky cloth made it as far as it did. You dabbed at your eyes, scowling at your dark makeup that came off, and your heart beat fiercely against your ribcage for a moment. “The children. Was Finn here for this, Scudboat? Or Thomasine?”

“Nah,” he said. “Finn was off in town; Thomasine ain’t come home from school yet.”

“Oh, Tommy, they can’t see the house like this!” you whimpered and clutched your husband’s arm. “It’ll upset Thomasine too much. I’ll fetch her from school and keep her away from the house for a while until this is mostly fixed.”

Tommy nodded wordlessly in agreement, and he began to take off his cap, but he quickly stopped. He was fixated on something on the floor at his feet, and you looked down to match his gaze, only to be greeted with the big leather book that held your most prized possessions: your photographs. You kept the album in the betting room because it was always filled with people, witnesses in case something happened, and, really, who would want to ruin Tommy Shelby’s wife’s photographs?

Your knees crunched on glass as you lowered yourself to the album, and you took it in your shaking hands. The dark green leather was stained black with spilled ink and oil, obscuring your gold-foiled name on the spine, and you opened the book with a creak of the old pages. You didn’t want to have to assess the damage, but the first page already had you weeping pathetically again. The first photograph, the first one ever taken of you and Tommy, sitting and laughing together as Ada tried out her new camera, years and years ago at fifteen and thirteen. It was gone. The page was yellowed all around where the photograph should be, but the picture itself was gone. You wanted to throw the book across the room and scream; you weren’t concerned with material things, many girls from Small Heath were the same way, but those photographs were your pride and joy. The next page was a formal picture taken of Tommy wearing his Army uniform, his lanky seventeen-year-old build a little too small for the uniform that he would grow into. The corner of the photograph was torn but, thankfully, mostly intact.

The third page made you press the book to your chest. Your wedding photographs. You and Tommy had gotten married quickly, two days before he had to go to France, and, in your haste, you hadn’t been able to afford much. You could only afford a single copy of each photograph: one of you in your Sunday best that was your wedding dress, one of Tommy in his uniform, and one of you together. All three photographs were torn to shreds, settled in the spine of the book, waiting for you to find them. Those wedding photographs were the most important thing in the world to you, and now they were gone. Not even pasting glue could fix it. “Tom!” you sobbed, pressing the back of your wrist to your mouth. “O-Our wedding photographs! Th-They’re all ripped up!”

Your husband’s attention went from Scudboat to you, and he walked over to you and knelt down next to you. He took the small bits of photographs in his fingers, examining them intently, and he sighed heavily. “Fuck, love,” he whispered, and your sobs grew heavy. If Tommy was resigned to fate, then there was no chance of them being fixed. “I’m sorry.”

“We-We don’t have any extras, do we?” you stuttered. Your mouth felt dry as your fingers tried to match the ripped edges of photographs up, but they were too far gone. “Tom, d-do we have any others? Th-These aren’t the only ones we have, right?”

Tommy sat down next to you and put an arm around you, and he watched you frantically sob for just a second more before he used his strength to pull you into his chest. The photo album fell out of your hands, and you clutched your husband as you wailed in sorrow. Your wedding photos were gone.

“Mummy?” you heard a little voice call from the doorway, and you turned to see your wee daughter, Miss Thomasine Sophia Shelby, standing at the door. She was holding her school books in her arms, the pink ribbon in her hair coming loose. Thomasine was born just after Tommy come home from France, five years ago, and she looked like a Shelby, dark hair and bright eyes, but she had her father’s smile. “Mummy, why’re you crying?”

You sniffled and wiped at your eyes, not caring that you streaked your makeup to hell and back, and you mumbled, “People came into the house, did us over. I-I’m just sad, that’s all.” You didn’t want to worry your daughter with the real reason why you were so upset, because, truly, you felt silly for being so distraught at fucking photographs. It felt ridiculous for you, as a grown woman, a mother, to be crying over photographs.

Thomasine ran to you and sat her small body in your lap, and she wrapped her small arms around you. “Don’t be sad,” Thomasine told you, and you laughed humorlessly. “It’s okay, Mummy.”

You sniffled and soothed your hand down Thomasine’s hair— the ends of her long hair were turning a little ginger, just the same as her father’s tended to do in the sun— and you kissed her forehead. “Thank you, love,” you whispered. “Hug your father, he’s sad too.”

Thomasine crawled out of your lap and into Tommy’s, and Thomasine started to suck her thumb as Tommy stood up and settled his daughter firmly on his hip. He offered you a hand to stand up, and you sniffled as you gathered the soiled photo album up in your grip and stood up on your own. “If you find any of ‘em,” Tommy called to the room, and he gestured to the album in your arms. “Bring ‘em to her, don’t waste time. Yeah?”

You hardly slept that night. After securing the house and making sure that there wasn’t any other part of it that the Lees had touched, you had tried to go about your life normally, but it was difficult to pretend like you didn’t know that, at any time, rivals could enter your home and slaughter every last one of you. You put Thomasine to bed after dinner, and your girl fell asleep quickly, but you yourself were awake for hours. Tommy had taken your photo album and put it away in his wardrobe; “If you keep it, you’ll fret over it forever.” He was right, of course, because, when the sun came up, you had tugged it out and was trying to sort through the scraps of photographs on your bedroom floor. The room was cold and part of you wished that you could be in bed, holding your husband close, but you needed to do it for yourself. You had managed to salvage a single photograph by the time Tommy was blinking himself awake, and you sniffled as you beckoned him over. “Tommy, look!” you exclaimed. “I-It’s Thomasine!”

“Jesus, woman,” Tommy sighed groggily. “Have you been at this all night?”

“Yes!” you exclaimed. “Her baby picture, look!”

Tommy reached down for you and he took your hand, and he helped you stand up, his hands going to hold your cheeks. “I know you’re having a hard time with this,” he whispered. “But obsessing over it is only going to make it worse. They’re as good as gone, darling.”

“B-But—” you sniffled, and Tommy shook his head.

“You have to let it go,” He told you firmly. “Come back to bed, you don’t have to be awake for hours.”

“Oh, Tommy,” you sighed, shuffling back up to bed. Your joints hurt from sitting on the floor practically all night, and your vision watered up as you watched Tommy gather up the album and photograph scraps and set them back in his wardrobe. “What am I going to do? All of my favorite memories are lost.”

“You still have the memories in your head, love,” Tommy told you, sitting next to you. You leaned into him and pressed your cheek to his warm chest, and you sniffled as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“I just…” you mumbled. “Our wedding pictures is the thing I’m most upset about. We were so young, and that was before everything went to shit, and we were so happy…”

“We’re still happy,” Tommy assured you. “We’re happier now, because we have Thomasine. We’re a complete family now.”

“You know what I mean,” you said. “We were poor kids, and-and looking at those pictures gave me hope that you’d come home when you were in France. They were my lifeline for a long time, and to have them ruined like this…”

Tommy’s lips formed into a thin line, and he rubbed your back comfortingly as you finally laid down and tried to settle into sleep. Your sleep was thin, hardly even deep enough to call proper sleep, but you finally woke up and got out of bed when you heard shouting down in the bottom of the house. You were used to that, but you still felt like you ought to make sure everything was alright, so you pulled yourself from bed and went about groggily getting ready for the day, slipping on a dress and spraying on perfume before descending the stairs.

The noise seemed to be coming from the back room, the ruined betting room, and you carefully pushed back the plush curtains and opened the doors to see a sight. Your eyes first landed on your husband, dressed in his old uniform. It certainly looked too small for him, tugging a little at his chest, but you clenched your teeth together at the sight. How long has it been since you saw him in the pea-soup-green uniform? Five years, at least. “Tommy,” you said softly. You couldn’t help yourself from stepping closer to him as his head snapped to look at you, and his hard gaze softened in the way it always did when he saw you. He never subjected you to his steely gaze, and, whenever you saw it, it always reminded you of what a feared man he was.

“Fuck, love, what’re you doing down here?” Tommy asked. “You’re supposed to be asleep still.”

“Heard shouting,” you said softly. The other men were bustling around the room as you smoothed your hands up Tommy’s chest, and your eyes went all watery again. “This isn’t happening, please, no.”

“What’s wrong?” Tommy asked. “Talk to me, darling, what’s the matter?”

“How long have you known?” you asked, sniffling. “Leaving us like this, how could you?”

“What?”

“The uniform, Tommy!” you cried. “You’re being called to the war again, why else would you have this shit on?”

Tommy grabbed your cheeks and kissed your forehead, and he angled your head to the side. Arthur stood there, behind a massive camera, angled at a blank space on the wall, and your breath caught in your throat. “What is this?” you asked.

“I’m not being called back,” Tommy explained. “I got to thinking about our wedding pictures, and I went to see the photographer who made them. He said the film was too old and that they couldn’t make you new copies, so the next best thing was to retake them.”

“Oh?” you asked. You sniffled and wiped your nose, and you gently reached out to touch the camera. “We… We’re retaking our wedding pictures?”

“With a few adjustments,” Tommy said. “Back then, I couldn’t afford to even get you so much as a bouquet, but now… Well, I took your measurements to a dress shop, and even though the dress was pre-made and only adjusted to you…”

“Tommy?” you whimpered.

“I got you a wedding dress, love,” Tommy told you. “Better than the flour-bag Sunday best that you had on.”

You gasped, covering your mouth with your hands, and you sobbed once before flying to your husband and crushing him in a hug. “Oh, Tommy!” you cried. “Thank you! Can I see it?”

“Pol’s got it in the kitchen,” Tommy told you. “Go put it on, why don’t you let me see it?”

The dress was beautiful. Eggshell-colored silk that fell below your knees with long sleeves and deep neckline, very fashionable and pretty, and it fit you like a glove as Polly helped you into it. She primped you a little, fixing your hair and patting red rouge onto your lips, and she upturned a vase next to the stove and handed you the bouquet of wildflowers that Thomasine had picked a few days earlier. You felt timid and almost nervous as Polly escorted you back to the betting room, and you cleared your throat once you passed the threshold, afraid that, if you spoke, your voice would give up on you.

Tommy looked to you in an instant, and he gave you a small smile as he stepped towards you. “Aren’t you a sight?” he said in his rumbling timbre, putting his hands on your hips, and he kissed your lips for a moment before he added, “Thomasine might get a brother before the day’s over, if you keep looking that beautiful.”

“Oh, shut up,” you giggled, and he steered you in front of the camera as you smoothed down your dress. You were suddenly nervous, and you clutched Tommy’s hand as Arthur cranked the camera, preparing it to go off. “Tom?”

“M’right here, pet,” Tommy said, squeezing your hand. “Just smile; everything will be fine.”

By the time night fell, you had a whole slew of new film, new pictures to replace the ruined ones. Recreations of your wedding pictures, an updated picture of a smiling Thomasine, even one of Tommy kissing you when the camera went off on accident. Thomasine was tangled in your skirts then, gazing up at her daddy, and you looked at the film as you sat by the fire that night, smiling and admiring it. That was your favorite memory; you, your husband, and your daughter, smiling, laughing, loving. It was perfect.

[iztea]

I confess!

I'm curious to hear your thoughts hehe.

wdym by "beastzai's plan failed in a way, which makes it even more tragic"?

since his goal was to make oda live and be happy, wouldn't that mean his plan was a success? since oda got to live in the end

do y'all really read all my tags man i was just rambling😭

okkk yes of course, he did succeed in the sense that yeah, Oda gets to live here, but when i said that "his plan failed" i meant it in a broader, existential sense. he thought he was going to offer Oda this peaceful, ideal world by playing God and orchestrating everything, but (if we consider the Beast movie that shows the aftermath canon) his death caused a big havoc and hurt a lot of people in the process. Chuuya got mad and destroyed the city and they planned to attack the ADA as some sort of revenge, which doesn't sound like a Very Good Time for Oda. To him, Oda is more important than the world he lives in so he is willing to burn it all down for him, but wouldn't that affect Oda's "happiness" as well? Yes, he succeeded in making sure Oda lives, but he failed in achieving the ideal, quiet world where he gets to write his books that he hoped for, he failed in mending bridges, he failed in realizing just how important his own life is to those around him (Atsushi, Chuuya, even Aktgw) and simulatenously (and quite ironically) just how "unimportant" he is in the eyes of Beast!Oda himself (the bar scene). Overall, he failed in being this hidden "hero" who played the role of a villain. And even if we don't consider the Beast movie canon, the story ends with his death; we only get a few scenes after that so, just like him, the audience doesn't get to see the future, it's left to speculation. I think he was so blinded by his one and only true goal that he overlooked his own significance in this world; that he will also be missed when he dies, if not on a personal level, then at least on a "political" level --being the boss of PM and all of that. He just passes the mess he's made to sskk and almost hopes things will sort themselves out, but the thing is.... he doesn't know and, by extension, we don't know either which makes up the entire tragedy of his character, his plan and story overall. That's why i said his plan "failed in a way" -heavy emphasis on the *in a way* part. Maybe failed is not the right word but again, i didn't think anyone would read my tagggs bhjsd tl;dr it's like that "we did it, Patrick! We saved the city" spongebob meme

[justsigma-bsd]

Sketch!

ADA!Sigma bc yes (we shall ignore that I headcanon him wearing a turtleneck, I'll draw that at some point)

His outfit is basically his old one, without the coat and tie. Technically also missing the turtleneck underneath the shirt.

Also ADA!Sigma in winter sketch:

Sparkly coat inside! Kinda based on his actual coat but also not because winter.

And summer one under the cut bc tw for scars

(I hate these pants)

While he technically wears long sleeves 99% of the time, I wanted to draw him in a t-shirt (crop top?)

(This is btw taking into consideration the amount of injuries he's accumulated over the course of this blog. Like. Give this dude a month-long break from injuries pls why do y'all keep attacking him-)

[nescaveckwriter]

Stethoscopes and Triangles - Chapter Four ❤️

A/N: Urghhh 😱 y'all this is just sad, for Amy, frustrating for Sam and heartbreaking for us! But I hope y'all enjoy this, 💕 and oh yeah guess who we meet in this, yep, that amazing green eyed man😋 so sit back and enjoy. 💕

Warnings: 18+ Only! Some language, angst, heartbreak, cheating, punching, mentions of blood, anything else I missed let me know💕

Characters: Sam Winchester, Amy Summers, Ruby Jones, Paul Summers, Ada Brown, Dean Winchester.

Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva.

Words:2552 😅

Chapter Four 🤩

Rolling over, searching for the large man, opening her eyes slightly, "Sam?" Glaring at the alarm clock 2 in the morning, removing the covers and slipping on her slippers, her eyes still puffy, from the sleep. Walking in too the living room with its open plan kitchen, she finds him slumped over in the chair, still wearing yesterday's clothes, his head resting on his right arm, his hair hanging over his handsome face. Lightly touching his shoulder, her voice calming and sweet, "babe, my love, wake up, go get some proper sleep in our bed please"

He arouses a little, lifting his head with difficulty showing the stiffness in his neck, "Amy? What time is it?"

"It's 2 in the morning, come get up" she tugs at his arm, and he just follows her, too tired to fight with her, letting her know, that he's not nearly done reading and going through the paperwork. He just stumbles on the bed, work clothes and all, spayed out, on the bed, his voice croaky from the sleep. "I love you Amy" a sweet smile lining across her lips, "you too babe" The light snores coming from him, let's her know, he's fast asleep, and she ain't getting a inch of help to remove his working clothes. Slowly removing his tie, while placing a soft kiss, on his cheek, "sweet dreams babe" She whispers, removing his shoes, and socks, covering him up with the blanket. As she curls up next too him, thinking about how he looked after her, these last few weeks, her fingers lingering across the now healed scar on her neck. But she worries about him, its almost as if his carrying around this burden but she can't quite figure out what it is, and its been coming for some time now, he works so much, and the hours are getting longer, or maybe she's just imagining things, because usually she's at work also working long hours, maybe she just never noticed it before. With those thoughts running around in her mind, she falls asleep. 

She gets woken up by the shift on the bed, glancing at his side, he runs his hand over his face, her voice sweet "morning babe" he's head cocks to her side, he sounds tired "morning sweetie" he gets up walking towards the bathroom, "I'm going to take a shower and get ready to head into the office" sitting half upright now, "enjoy your shower love, what do you want for breakfast?"

He doesn't even look her way, he just walks in, closing the door behind him, and letting her know, that he'll get something on the way, no need for any trouble. Finding it a little odd, but kind off writing it off due to the fact that he's tired, she gets up, to make some coffee. As she waits for the coffee machine, Sam's phone vibrates on the table. She strides closer, thinking maybe its important or the battery is about to die.

 It's a message from a Ruby Jones, : Hey Sam☺️ just want to know for when I should book that little place for the two off...

She just glares at the phone, she can't read what the message said further his phone is locked, but she can't help but too think that's why he's been acting so distant, so different, his having an affair, cheating on her? Her hands are shaking, her chest feels like it going to explode, "how... Why... Is he really cheating?" She mumbles underneath her breath. The tears burning behind her eyes, she places his phone down, her eyes get caught on his suit jacket that's draped over the kitchen chair, she looks a little closer there's a makeup smudge on his collar, she picks it up to take a closer look, then the smell of another women's perfume hits her nostrils, her lower lip trembling as emotions of anger and sadness swirl around in her chest, swallowing down the tears, as she throws the jacket over the chair, pouring some coffee in her cup. Hearing Sam walking towards the kitchen, barely looking at her he throws in the files in his suitcase, taking his phone and walks towards the door, he turns around, "Have a good first day at work Amy, I need to head into work, love you" and heads right back out of there apartment door. She's left standing there shock on her face, knowing that she's right, that man she loves so dearly is cheating on her.

Still left standing there, too shocked too move a muscle, the door flung open, Sam's voice bring her out of her haze, "forgot my car keys" she glares at him, confusion prominent between his eyebrows, "did I do something wrong"

Walking closer towards him, her voice breaking, tears streaming down her face "Am I not enough"

"What are you talking about Amy?"

"If you don't love me anymore give it too me straight, you don't go behind my damn back, and get another woman"

Surprised Sam looks at her like she's crazy "What the hell Amy? What is the matter with you?"

Her jaw clenches, "the Ruby chick with her messages, the make up and perfume on your clothes, you barely look at me, you work later than normal, wanna tell me I'm crazy, please go ahead"

Starting to get irritated with her accusing him of something so far from the truth, he turns towards the door, giving her one last glance as he shouts "if you think I'm capable of doing something so damn outrageous, I don't even know what I'm doing in this relationship anymore, goodbye Amy" walking out and smashing the door closed behind him.

Sliding down the kitchen cabinet, sobbing frantically, shaking her head, never in her entire life would she had thought that Sam would cheat, that Sam would be just like her father. She was always so determined to not end up like her poor mother, scattered and broken through a damn affair, but yet here she is.

 As Sam speeds to work, his thoughts can't help but to race to the sight his just seen, the look of betrayal of sadness of anger on her delicate face, her ocean blue eyes, was filled with despair, making them appear darker than they are. "Dammit" he cusses underneath his breath.

Shaking his head, if only she knew the reason he can't look her in the eyes, the reason his been working such long hours, its not because he's a cheat, no! He's building a case, a case where it looks like Paul Summers her father is involved in.  Recalling the witness that came forth, a older lady in her late forties, scared too death, she was bawling her eyes out so he pulled her into a hug, it can't be easy losing your only child. He recalls the message Amy was talking about, unlocking his phone reading the message, Hey Sam☺️ just want to know for when I should book that little place for the two off you. 

He asked Ruby too book a special place for Amy's birthday coming up, he wanted too treat her, knowing he has been distant. But all that has gone too hell now. Thinking he should probably call her, and try too explain, but knowing her, he needs too let her cool down first, he knows the impact her father's cheating had on her, she was so reluctant, going out with him in the first place, and now she thinks that he loves another woman. "There's only one woman for me dammit" he cusses to himself, as he pulled into the parking.

Walking through the hospital doors, first time in a couple of weeks, she felt so happy too be able to go too work this morning, doing what she loves, and now... now she feels, weak, sad and broken. Walking straight to the ER. she just wants too forget about everything and drown herself in her patients problems, she's caught off guard, by the 'Welcome Back' banner hanging, a few balloons, and some nurses and doctors, welcoming her with smiles, and nods. Ada comes too give her a welcome back hug, as her best friend's arms snakes around her, she can feel the tears damming behind her eyes, she squints in order, to hide them, too push them back.

"Sweetie, I'm so glad your back, and okay, you gave me a good scare, there for a minute"

Amy forces a giggle "Thank you, Ada, and everyone, for everything, but I'm back now, let's get too work okay, we've got lives to save."

Knowing her best friend, better than she knows herself, she agrees with Amy, and gives everyone orders, where to go, which patients to see, and what to do. She won't pry, but she knows, that something aren't right, she'll just wait till she comes and talks too her.

It was a slow day, nothing too serious, just the usual GSW'S and minor injuries. But it was mid shift that, the ER. had multiple injured people entering through the doors, a Navy helicopter full off injured seals, with severe injuries, is about to land.

It was literal chaos, but Amy felt right at home, in fact it's when she felt most alive. Ada said she should check out the man, in trauma bay 2, and she went right in, expecting, no actually hoping it was something challenging. As she took some gloves, she witnessed a man, about mid thirties maybe early forties, something about him seemed familiar, but he sat on the hospital bed, cargo pants and a grey vest exposed his muscular arms, the open gash on his arm, blood seeping through and the right side of his face, there was an open deep wound, blood gushing from it. She walked closer, introducing herself. "I'm Dr. Summers, how are you feeling"

He flinches, his green eyes piercing through hers, "I feel fine, can I go now"

Shocked by his answer "No! I need to check you out first"

His picture perfect jawline hardens, "then do it already dammit"

She just smiles and assures him, she'll do her best and she starts to stitch up the wound to his face and proceeds to the one on his arms, he doesn't say much, he's pretty restless, and every now and again  she need too tell him to sit still, as she finished with the stitching. He got up, towering over her, about too leave but he didn't get far as she kindly told him "Please sit down, we still need to run some tests" 

He looks at her, like she just spoke another language, as he spoke in a rough voice "No! I need to check on my brothers." 

Her eyebrows furrowed, as she got irritated by his demeanor, her voice stern "I said sit your ass down now, I'm not done with you" she steadily pushed him back towards the bed, careful not too hurt him, but stern enough to let him know, she's serious.

He just threw his hands in the air, letting her know, his sort off surrendering, thinking too himself, damn this doctor is hot, any other day, and he would've asked for her number, but not today, his too worried about his team.

"I'm going to order your labs, and see a few other patients, if I come back here and see your not here, I'll get security and let them handcuff you the bed, understood" she warns

He just smirks as he's amused by this woman, who's ordering  him around as if his her two year old, not happy he folds his arms, mouthing "yes mother".

She can't help but too smile a little at the stubbornness of her patient. She proceeds further too attend to some off the other patients.

Sam sits at his desk, going over all the evidence, his gather over these few weeks, his got a solid case, a slam dunk so too say, usually he'd be so happy, but not today, if he wins this case not only will a very bad, dangerous man be off the streets, but he might loose Amy in the process. He is going to make sure her father is behind bars, by the end of this week.  Lifelong if the jury votes in his favor. 

As he sips on the cold bitter brown liquid, he hears chatter outside his door, before he could get up, he's door flung open, hearing Ruby shout, "Sir you can't go in yet" the older man just walks through, his voice loud "He'll see me"

Sam is shocked when he sees its Paul Summers, calmly he tells Ruby "You can go, thanks, close the door behind you"

She just nods and closes the door. The older man's voice angry, a warning tone "what do you think your doing Sam?"

Calmly getting up, striding closer to Amy's father "Good afternoon, Mr Summers, something I can help you with?"

"What do you think your doing, this is going to not only ruin me, but Amy, do you not cares what happens to her, by falsely accusing me"

Sam smirks, "Falsely, I don't think so, I have multiple evidence and witnesses, that can bring you down."

"Ha! We'll see about that, now won't we?" he has a devilish smile on his face. "I'm not the bad guy here, you are Samuel!"

Pointing his finger to door, "I think you better leave Paul" 

"What, like Amy is going too leave you" he provokes the young man.

"This isn't about Amy, this is about you, you are a Crime Boss, ordering your people to execute your demands , smuggling weapons, drugs and people over the border, even human trafficking, how can you, you have a daughter, how do you live with yourself."  

He laughs, "It's only business, and that money is what gave my daughter the ability to be a doctor, I am the reason she is who she is today"

Sam can't take this man's audacity anymore, he starts raising his voice "No! Paul, your not worthy off the name father, Amy, put herself through college, she worked hard to get where she is today, and the only thing she got from you, is a damn voice of you in her head, claiming she is still not enough.!"

The man's jaw tightens and his fist clenches, without thinking it through, he throws a punch, towards Sam's face, grinning as he watches the blood dripping from his now broken nose. "Don't you ever tell me I weren't a good father" as he turns around to head towards the door, he watches Sam take the back of his hand, to wipe off the red , sticky liquid, off his upper lip. "By the way Sammy boy, I bet you my case will get thrown out" he walks out leaving Sam standing there balling his fist's as he wants to punch that stupid grin off the old man's face, knowing he can't it will jeopardize his case, he will just have to wait to get him in court. But the most important thing he can do now, is make sure the witnesses is save, because something tells him, that warning weren't just for show, no! he is planning something, something big!

[almond-t0fu]

Ok ok imagine-

Dazai, his fiance, you and Chuuya.....

Hmmm 🤔

Continuation

Soo, 1- you were saved by the mafia at a young age and by the mafia i mean Dazai specifically.

2- it was like an instant love at first sight for you.

3- a small introduction convo happened between you two and he asked you to join the mafia and become his assistant.

(you don't have an ability btw)

4- for the first few days you did what he asked you to do, met some people (Chuuya)

5- so like after month(your workspace is in Dazai's office) a girl comes inside the office and just screams "OSAMU I MISSED YOU" and you're just there, sitting on your chair, hella confused 👁️👄👁️

6- That girl turned out to be his Fiance. They were engaged due to mafia buisness.

7- she was a sweet person to everyone including you (kind of loud but still a sweet person) tho you couldn't help but stay away from her because you're literally in love with something who's supposed to be marrying her.

8- *timeskip* y'all are 17 now, you have noticed how close Dazai, his fiance and Chuuya were. Like you will be working on you desk and those three would just be having their own little picnic (yep they forgot about you)

9- Dazai still talks with you, a lot actually, whenever you two are alone (or Chuuya is there) he would tell you about his days, his failed suicide attempts, how much he hates Chuuya etc.

10- you also noticed one more thing, Chuuya was fond of Dazai's Fiance (let's name her Yumi). Whenever they all are together, you could see how his eyes lit up when she laughs at his remarks or jokes.

11- you did feel lonely but looking at them laughing together also made you happy since you considered them as someone special in your life.

(i feel like I'm making the situation really sad for the reader)

Now-

It was a normal day, you were filling up some documents that Dazai told you about. The Soukoku duo were on a mission and Miss Yumi was at her home. Quite peaceful for you. You actually liked your job (unlike Ada Dazai) so once the documents were over you started to do the things that Dazai would've assigned you to the next day. You also knew if Dazai finds out about this, he would be upset since he didn't like it when you overwork but you didn't care since you wanted the next day to be free (also you knew if you apologised Dazai would forgive you)

The office doors opened and you almost fell from you chair. The person that just came in was Yumi and she looked pissed. She looked around and her eyes feel on you.

"where is he?"

"p-pardon?"

She inhaled and asked again, "where is Osamu?"

"uhm he's on a mission right now, it would probably take an hour for him to come back..." You replied in a soft tone. This was the first time you had seen her like this and that scared you a little bit.

"1 hour huh? Ok then miss assistant, l have something to talk about."

(I'll write the rest later. Hope y'all can understand what i wrote hehe

Here Yumi, is the same "similar to you" girl from the breakup idea, so yeah she's not a sweet person. Also she's my fic ideas punching bag. She's inspired by all of those manhwa white lotuses that i hate. But she's slightly smarter and better than them.

Y'all would kinda hate Chuuya here but what can we do? He's in love with the wrong person

Also if you're a writer and find this interesting, please make a fic like this. I'm not a writer so i can't really write any of the ideas that i have posted so far but if y'all have the time please write it

Thank you for reading this and byee hope you have nice a day/night~)

[sapphire-weapon]

Hello!! So I was reading your meta analysis on Leon deciding not to pursue Ada in RE6 and tbh never looked at RE6 as a resolution to Aeon. They were acting too married in my opinion, there was a established intimacy between them idk, and he has her phone number. When Leon demands answers from Ada, he's never harsh or angry, he believes her even before she answers bc he knows her. I think it's poor writing bc there are a lot of holes to fill and it's really annoying bc she sounds like a hotline operator, she does "good things" but she still has these corny lines and won't explain shit to anyone, not even to Leon after he went through all that trouble for her. But his letting her go felt like an "ok you'll go figure things out and I'll see you again soon" which is really fucking unhealthy but that's always been them.

But after reading your post I was like... did I missunderstand the purpose of that scene or did the game really gave closure to their relationship? Bc it feels like no one else in the fandom feels like that was the end lmao, Aeons or not, they're still waiting for the resolution to their relationship.

Do you think that if the game had been received better, Capcom would've continued with the whole cat and mouse thing between them or was that really their intended resolution for Aeon? Bc Vendetta, ID and DI feel like a really hard attempt to appease that response and not like a direction they were planning to take originally. And at this point they don't know what to do with Ada so it really proves she was just an accesory to Leon and when they couldn't fit her into his narrative anymore they were like welp.

Sorry for the long ask and I hope you have a great day 🧡

dude the whole point of leon's RE6 campaign is that leon thinks he knows ada and doesn't. like he watches a video of carla being hatched from an egg, legitimately thinks it's ada, and then just rolls with it because that's how little he knows her.

what people pick up on in these stories is fucking wild, to me. y'all miss the forest for the trees. "omg he has her number" HOMIE HE THINKS SHE'S PART DINOSAUR OR SOMESHIT

like one of the biggest themes of RE6 is "chasing after an illusion." jake spends a significant portion of his story chasing after the ghost of wesker, chris spends a significant portion of his story chasing after ada thinking she's carla, and leon spends a significant portion of his story chasing after a woman he thinks he knows but doesn't. ALL OF THEM ended up being wrong in the end. jake was wrong about his blood ties informing his future, chris was wrong about ada killing his men, and leon was wrong about the many assumptions he made about ada.

if anyone's sitting around waiting for closure about aeon, that's their fucking fault. because at the time that RE6 came out, a good chunk of the fandom went "okay resident evil can end now, RE6 feels like a conclusive end to the story" -- which is also an incorrect takeaway to have, but it goes to show how much people's memories get warped over time and influenced by others.

and no, i don't think that they would've continued the aeon story if RE6 had been received better. the original version of RE7 that was scrapped following the RE6 post-mortem was a leon and sherry game -- that says, to me, that they were always intending to pivot leon's story towards his relationship with the government and away from ada.

[hb-writes]

Echoes

Summary: It’s 1926 in the Little Lady Blinderverse. There were a few places in Birmingham where Clara Shelby swore her brother’s soul seemed somehow closer—his voice, too, but maybe it was just an echo of him.

Request (from @cas-kingdom): “What do you need?” “You.” would be totally adorable for John & Clara. Congrats on 4 years of LLB!!

(Note: there will be a second story released at a later date based on this same prompt because both ideas bit me and I couldn’t let go.)

Characters: John Shelby and Clara Shelby

Content Warnings: grief, canon character death, it's missing John hours, blaming any typos on the fact that I still can’t see well. 

Tell me what y'all think! Reviews and comments are always appreciated. 😌❤️

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Peaky Blinders (Non-Shelby!Sister) Masterlist

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John Shelby didn't have a burial site. There was no place to visit him, not properly. They’d said their goodbyes in a field with a burning caravan, the memory of it marred by strategies and murder. The occasion hadn’t been healing. It hadn’t helped Clara to process things.

Clara had started to wonder if you ever really said goodbye to loved ones when they passed anyway. It seemed to Clara that her mind could conjure up anyone she’d loved and lost in her mind without really trying, or some version of them, at least—her own version of them, she supposed. The idealized, imagined versions of her mother and Grace and Isiah’s grandmother speaking to her when she least expected.

She figured it was the same way with John, but there were a few places in Birmingham where Clara Shelby swore her brother’s soul seemed somehow closer—his voice, too. It didn’t feel like conjuring. It didn’t feel like her mind was playing tricks. It felt like John was truly there, and even if it was only an echo of him, Clara found herself seeking out those places, seeking out the brother who’d gone from her life without a smidgen of closure. 

Clara would never tell another person—not Aunt Polly or Finn or Ada, and especially not Tommy—but she spoke to John all the while. And if it didn’t make her feel crazy to speak it aloud, Clara would’ve sworn she could nearly hear John speaking back to her sometimes.

She heard him whenever she stood within the walls of his empty little house on Watery Lane, the one he never made it back to when the rest of the Shelbys descended on Small Heath for protection from the black hands. 

Clara heard John in the family’s private snug at the Garrison. 

And in the betting shop.

She heard him and saw him and felt him there with her when she was alone in those places.

Most times, Clara liked it—hearing John's voice, feeling his presence, imagining him leaning up against one of the shop’s wooden beams as she spoke to him. But other times, Clara felt a prickle running over her skin. There was something different in the air sometimes, an unease that usually lasted for longer than the voices and sensations of closeness. It made her start to question what was real and what was fake, but most of all, hearing John’s voice—whether it was in her head or not—made Clara miss her brother.

That was a burden Clara carried in silence. No one really talked about John or Esme or the kids anymore. It seemed to Clara that everyone had moved on as if they’d never existed, but there was a hole in the family now, something that had left a jagged edge in the fabric of their lives—in Clara's life and she filled it now in the only way she knew how.

The betting shop was empty, closed up with delicate streams of early morning light coming through the dusty windows that opened onto the back courtyard. The office that had once belonged to John was now occupied by one of the cousins, but to Clara, it was still John’s space.

Clara knew John wouldn't even be there if he were alive now—he hadn't been involved in the business for years now, but she couldn't help but think how nice it would be for him to be here now. How nice it would be to wake up early and see her brother here, to be able to ask him for advice with the books or to help him with writing up the odds while he stood there critiquing her handwriting…to simply be in the same place with John for a few more moments. That's all she wanted.

Clara's breath shook, a chill running up her spine as she stepped into the office.

What do you need?

Clara didn't know if the words she heard were a memory or a hallucination, but whatever they were, they felt real as the echoed in her ears. It felt like John was there. Speaking to her. Comforting her. Clara closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before answering. 

"You," Clara whispered as she stepped further into the room, closing the door behind her. "I just wanted to be with you."

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Peaky Blinders (Non-Shelby!Sister) Masterlist

[pleucas]

this is said with no malice towards you i love your art!! i like you!!

also not capitalizing chuuya's name even tho i have better humor than this

this is going to be loooong but i never read a more stupid ask….

i don’t hate skk bcs i use my brain and see that they’re actually good and a fun ship when someone isn’t ruining it. what i hate is most skkers being unfunny towards Dazai and the continuous mischaracterization of him just to make chuuya look better (mostly chuuya stans but also dumb Dazai stans are guilty of it)

and no Dazai isn’t the worst and chuuya doesn’t deserve better in fact i think yall can’t handle a person with mental illness and a fake persona he clearly put on people always demonize him so i think saying he’s the worst and chuuya isn’t proves my point. they both EQUALLY did the same bad things Dazai isn’t more toxic than chuuya it’s more like Dazai is the one who’s going back to a toxic ex (mind u chuuya was ready to hurt or maybe even kill some of the ada members people Dazai obviously cares for)

the skk hater? who loves chuuya and hate Dazai because they know chuuya’s character will never be as important or as impactful on bsd universe as Dazai’s noted.

if you love chuuya and hate Dazai your opinion about Dazai is immediately invalid like i think they just know no bsd character can be better written and more interesting than Dazai he's what keeping bsd good (and Fyodor i liked him in the last chapters even more)

imo if chuuya keeps appearing he'll just get boring🤷‍♀️ because most of his storyline is over

Dazai on the other hand always entertaining and deep and there’s a reason he’s involved in everything and never forget everything he did for chuuya stormbringer would be nothing without Dazai helping chuuya from the shadows and chuuya knows it but i guess people will still makes him the bad person in skk when he’s the one trying to change and be better person

also Dazai is someone who’s storyline is still on going as well as we know almost nothing about his past or what actually goes on in his brain i can say three things about his backstory and that’s it.

sorry for rumbling i can’t take that level of stupidity

pls don’t block me im not evil…..

holy shit we got cross-ask beef. this is insane

i'm gonna lowercase Both their names because i think this is the reasonable next step. LOL. & i'll also ramble a bit to match ur freak!

i will strive to clarify that me agreeing that dz=worst chuuya deserves better was, as i specified, "on a generalized scale" — on a very, very, VERY surface level this is a jokey way i've seen a lot of skkers talk about their relationship. more of an inside joke atp ig? idk. srry if that wasnt clear

but i do think it's valid to dislike a ship because you don't like one half of it. i totally get how dz's character can piss ppl off, esp if ure missing lns and mangas (which rimu wasn't, but they watched the anime first so the precedent was set). i found the first part of their thesis to be pretty funny actually, just (again) taking it at face-value.

it's also understandable that they try and dissect dz then miss the mark by a mile LOL. but again, can't be blamed if you hate the guy and thus don't read into him too much, which i think is a reasonable way to consume media... probably more reasonable than me. hence why i didn't respond with my own thesis paper. overall idk man it's not that deep, i've been having fun with rimu and i'd advise y'all to also be silly w/ ur Budgeted RPF Dead Author Yaoi, it'll make things a lot better

abt what you've said, i think dz and chuuya can't exist as true characters w/o each other, unless you fundamentally change their truth. a lot of their good & bad (& inbetween) sides are exposed through their relationship, which i believe is asgr's very interesting way of employing "show-don't-tell." i don't think chuuya's storyline is over, because dazai's isn't, and vice versa. this doesn't mean i don't think they have their own arcs, just that these arcs Must involve the other — if dz's main conflict is good/bad + the mafia, chuuya is his biggest amiable tie to it, and if chuuya's conflict is his self + power, dz must be there for corruption. there's more to say there, but again i don't want to feed rimu's claims of us all being dormant essayists LOL

we got dz glazer and rimu, D1 dz hater. and cheese anon.

[taintedsoul-if]

Hi!👋 So...I'm going to ask a very common question that I believe most IF writers get eventually because I don't know how to ask this without accidentally being rude and I'd rather be unoriginal than upset someone. 😂

Ahem...here we go!

Are you still alive, dear author?😊

It's been approximately 3 weeks since you last answered an ask or written something on here so I'm kind of worried.

I am still alive..... 🤭. Couple weeks ago I made the mistake of deleting my Tumblr. I am just now remembering that this app of mine was missing from my phone.... my memory can be bad at times. I think I am back now.... not fully as yet but I am just halfway there.

The season has picked up pace so I am extremely busy. More flights coming in than usual..... at times these flights ends up getting delayed until night. And I have to end up staying because who wouldn't want an extra dollar on their paycheck right? 😏 Big boss found out that I am always staying for the late flights so he started giving me late shifts on Saturday. Messed up right? Anyways enough about my job... I feel exhausted just thinking about the fact that I have to go in tomorrow.

Anon your concern is appreciated. I am still working on this story if y'all are still wondering. I am aware of the fact that I haven't updated in months. I have gotten a few constructive criticism and by reading over my work I can actually see all the faults, errors and plotholes so that is what I am working on. I want to at least add a scene for the MC mother like what happened after she killed her own child. This scene will be from Ada's POV. One day at a time.... I haven't been doing much because even though I have free time SOMETIMES at work I cannot write in peace.... because well I am shy. My personality draws in a lot of people and because of that I ended up drawing in a handful of co-workers whom I've created a bond with. Their curiosity towards my writing scares the shit outta me so I tend to not write when they're around.

So yeah I am still writing. I'll keep y'all updated on when the next update will drop.... so keep an eye out for that. I do hope everything is going well on your side as well.

Sending positive vibes only. Have yourselves a wonderful day. (I'll see if I can answer some of these ask in my box TODAY.) Stay safe. ☺

[aristocratic-otter]

Thank you to @hushed-chorus, @prettygoododds, @confused-bi-queer, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @j-nipper-95, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @fatalfangirl, @artsyunderstudy, @palimpsessed, @rimeswithpurple, , @nightimedreamersghost, @dragoneggos, @annabellelux and @ileadacharmedlife for the tags over the last week and a half. I'm working my way slowly and steadily through your posts (and having a lot of fun with it!), but I wanted to post tonight, so I'm switching gears here.

Yay! Summer vacation has begun! To celebrate, here's my first WIP Wednesday in a while.

Segments below the cut

From my COBB (it's so soon, y'all!)

Shepard

We’ve reached the foot of an actual mediaeval looking tower. I stare up at it in awe for several seconds before realising that Simon hasn’t waited for me. I scurry to catch up. He’s mounting the first of what looks to be an endless spiralling staircase. I look around, but there’s no sign of an elevator. No ADA compliance in magedom, I guess. 

Even as I’m thinking that, on one landing, a boy in a wheelchair emerges from one of the many doors. I know it’s rude, but I can’t help but stare when he mutters a few words, waves his wand, and the stairs immediately smooth out to a gentle ramp. 

I guess they don’t need ADA compliance in the World of Mages. 

From my (still unnamed) Age of Sail AU

Simon and the cook spend their days cataloguing what’s left to us and writing out plans and routes on the deck boards with graphite sticks. They seem to think that if we’re lucky, the winds will push us into a shipping lane and another ship will just appear to rescue us.

I think they’re living in a fantasy world. I think we’re stuck here until the ship’s wounds prove too much for it and it falls apart. Or until the next storm tears us apart. Or until we run out of food or water and starve to death. 

Ha! Running out of water when we’re surrounded by leagues of the stuff. It’s what my tutor would call ‘the height of irony.’

Fuck, I never thought I’d miss that pinched old man. But I think if Professor Gerint showed up right now, I might hug him. If he showed up with a boat, at least. 

I try not to spend too much time thinking about how my parents just…left. How they didn’t wait for me to come back from under the deck. How my father didn’t leap up out of the lifeboat, desperate to find me.

How, in the end, my stepmother and the babe she carries were far more important than me.

From Snow Fox, my COTTA

It’s almost anticlimactic how easy it is to free the American officers on their march to Georgia. 

My men and I waited until the British column was passing through a dense part of the wood. Then the men I’d placed at strategic points on either side of (and behind) the line of British troops, fired their guns in the air on my signal (a high whistled ‘fee-bee’, the call of the chickadee). After the column froze, the Brits groping for their guns and looking frantically in ever direction, I rode out to face the commander at the front of the train. 

“Drop your weapons,” I said, mildly. “You’re surrounded.” At those words, my tiny band of men had switched positions by several feet each, and fired again from a new location. The British soldiers were practically cowering now, because each time I spoke, the guns fired again, from a new spot. It sounded like a thousand American soldiers were holding their tiny force in a giant fist, and all I’d need to do is to give a signal, and that fist would crush them. 

An impression we'd carefully planned out ahead of time, given that I’ve less than fifty men, and the British force has more than two hundred. 

The British leader looked at my gun pointed at his head, and listened to the gunfire and screams behind him, and surrendered without a shot fired.

From: To Heal a Broken Mind

Simon looks up and smiles tiredly at me when I approach. “Any luck?” he asks. 

I purse my lips. “Maybe…you’ve got a lesion in your left temporal. It may not mean anything, but it reminds me of something… I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I’m going to review my medical journal back copies tonight. 

Simon nods slowly. He doesn’t look particularly encouraged, but it’s not like there’s anything concrete yet. In silence, but hand in hand (what’s the point of hiding now?), we depart the hospital 

From Westward Son:

“You putting your oar in?” I tease. 

He shrugs and smiles. “Not really. I’m no use when it comes to survival skills, you know that. But…there may be folk who are. That’s what I was going to suggest.”

I’m puzzled. “You were going to suggest that we look for advice outside the train?” I look around at the sheer emptiness around us. Most trains that we’d gotten used to seeing gave up and stayed back at Fort Boise, or even at earlier stops. I’ve not seen anyone but us for days. 

“Not people you can see,” he says, with emphasis. 

“People we can’t see, but could help us,” I scowl. “Do you get a thrill from being mysterious, Shepard Love?”

He laughs. “No. But there are people…well, not precisely people, but beings, at least, in this area.” 

My breath catches. He means the fair folk. “Shepard, that’s too risky,” I say, my voice shrill enough to attract Simon’s eye from where he’s standing several feet away, brushing Agatha’s coat. 

From Saving Simon Snow:

Simon pulls back so abruptly that I’m dizzy. “Baz,” he says urgently, “do you still hate me?”

It takes me several seconds to recover my wits enough to understand the question. I’m still fighting the urge to pull his gifted mouth and tongue back to my neck when I realise what he’s asked me. 

My mouth opens and closes uselessly for a moment before I sigh. 

“Simon,” I croak, and then pause to clear my throat. “Simon, I never hated you.”

He goes still. “Never?” He stares at me. 

I shake my head. “Never. I pretended to hate you. It was what my family expected of me. What I expected of myself. But I never could quite manage it.”

He scowls a little. “You gave a damned good impression of it.” 

And a tiny tease from Raising Dragons (it's done, y'all! Fristi and I are making some final decisions, but it should post in the next few days!)

“Don’t laugh at me, you arsehole,” I whine. 

“But when will I ever laugh then?” he mocks me. He loves that line. And I love him, so I let him get away with it, every time. 

Tagging, for Sunday (or not, no pressure!):

@angelsfalling16; @bazzybelle, @bookish-bogwitch, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @erzbethluna, @frjsti, @fight-surrender, @giishu, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @jbrrring, @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists, @krisrix, @letraspal, @messofthejess, @moments-au-crayon22, @moodandmist, @mostlymaudlin, @nausikaaa, @onepintobean, @prettylightsbigcity, @raenestee, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @tea-brigade, @theearlgreymage, @twinkle-twinkle-up-above, @upuntil6am, @unfiltered-alice-liddle, @urban-sith, @whogaveyoupermission, @whatevertheweather, @yu-miou, @yeonjunenby, @yellobb-old, and everyone above!

[farmergilesofham]

The Vanguard Swimsuit Fic Part 6: Interlude

"...And you want me to clear this?" "Yessir."

The Guardian had always maintained a certain level of respect for Commander Zavala in their frequent interactions, one which had never truly extended to any other member of the Vanguard, Dark or otherwise. Confronted, once, on this point, they had said: "If I had your job, I'd have run away a thousand times by now." Little comfort for the commander now, as he sat beleaguered and worn out at his desk, flipping through the Guardian's unexpected proposal, maintaining the strained silence for a little longer. Oh, how Zavala had missed silence, these past few weeks.

Unfortunately, he could also see the right of it - the Eliksni Quarter was still in need of expansion, proper water diversion, irrigation, and a laundry list of other issues that needed to be solved sooner rather than later; the Dreaming City still remained a mercantile non-entity, only sending aid when it was deemed 'stricly necessary' by the Queen, and attempting to start up interplanetary trade chains with NeoMuna as the city still lay under siege was proving almost too much to handle. And, to top it all off, the Last City's morale had taken a sharp nose dive to an all-time low, given the persistence of the Witness' portal, and the unfortunate rise of rumours about Eris' recent transformation. Now, in a coincidence he may once have attributed to the Will of the Traveller, here lay an answer to all his problems, alongside a neat way to redistribute the pooled wealth of the vast number of Guardians active in the field for whom the Eververse and Ada's synthweave had never quite been desirable enough. The only question now would be getting the participants' permission in an appropriate manner; the marketing would handle itself, given the extensive reach of the guardians' many inter-planetary communications networks. Some of them still pinged data off defunct WAR-SATs, leaving net-traces which Master Rahool had submitted for Vanguard review some years prior. The thought of the lost dignity in doing this flitted through Zavala's mind, but was stamped down with the hard reality of the situation. And so, his attention returned to the official document of proposal. It could have been phrased a little better, but at least the Young Wolf had managed to keep any egregious spelling mistakes out.

"Fine. I will have the Cryptarchy run this out into a proper document, and then we'll set a date."

"But- but they'll tell everyone! You know how bad they are at keeping other people's secrets!"

Zavala smiled. Slayer of Gods or no, this Guardian still had a lot to learn about actually leading people, and using one's resources efficiently. He got out of his chair, and walked to the window, the bright reflections of sunlight throughout the City shining in his eyes.

"That is the point."

"Oh. Okay."

The silence stretched on a little longer, different this time.

"Hey so would you mind b--"

"I have already appended my signature. I will be there, if I have time."

"Oh."

The Guardian's face cracked into a smile, clearly visible even through their watery reflection on the window glass, mirroring the Commander's own as he turned back to face them. The Guardian leapt up, swung on their cloak, and skipped right out the office. From the end of the hall, barely heard in the echo, came a bright

"THANK YOU!"

The Commander sat back down, and sifted through another sheaf of papers. One of these days, he would have to get a new laser printer. But for now, the sun shone on those written words, and the old Titan felt, for the first time in days, quite content.

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Hello and welcome to part 6! Or, part 5.5? Part \\//? Who knows!

Hope you enjoyed this. It's taken me a reeeeeeaaaaally long time to get back into writing these, and I cannot guarantee that part 7 will even come out this year. But.

See y'all next time. Bring a good coat, and a hat.

[emisirrelevant]

The Winchesters/SPNWIN Season 1 Finale Review Thoughts

So I was able to watch the final/finale episode of The Winchesters Season 1 today- and here are my thoughts. Like I mentioned from the very beginning since I started watching this show, I never watched the original Supernatural series.

However, despite that, I still enjoyed this show somewhat without having knowledge of all the lore.

I thought this episode did a pretty decent job tying things up (for a prequel) and especially on a good note (despite the fact- which I now know from consulting a friend who DID watch Supernatural- that John and Mary are going to end up dying no matter what). I liked that we finally saw Dean interact with his parents- and some other familiar faces like Jack and Bobby showed up.

I'm not sure if this show will get renewed, but if it doesn't, I think that they ended it in a way that could just be left there.

If it does, I'm excited to see what they could do with a new season. There's definitely some good storylines that could be followed from the background of the characters we learned about.

Finally, if The Winchesters does get a second season, I only have one suggestion. I absolutely LOVED seeing Carlos and Latika's dynamic together in this show. I want to see more of that with different pairings of the core four for this show. We saw a bit of Carlos and Mary, and Carlos and John. But something that always slightly irked me is that they never showed lots of Mary and Latika.

Now before I get jumped, I UNDERSTAND the focal point of this show is John and Mary. They are the main relationship, yes. This show was about Dean's parents, not the side characters. But it always bothered (for lack of better words) me that we even saw some more moments with John and Latika than we did with Mary and Latika.

I'm not 100% sure and I don't want to assume, but maybe they didn't show us Mary and Latika moments on the same level as the others' dynamics because of the most obvious reason. At this point, I don't care if it would have upset people. They CAN show platonic female relationships. I just feel like I didn't get enough of that with Mary and Latika.

Alright, that's it. That's all she wrote. For now. If Season 2 of The Winchesters/SPNWIN happens, I know what I want to see. And if this is the end of the road, then I will just say that this show was good at giving me something to watch every Tuesday. And hopefully Meg Donnelly gets even more gigs after this. She has so much potential. As do the rest of the actors, they all did great as well. I just wish them all success.

Thank you CW for another show to get invested in. I'll miss seeing these people on my screen (especially my kin list- Ada, Millie, Latika, and Carlos) but I thank you for bringing them into the world at least, and not cancelling the show before it started.

See y'all next time. Until the next mildy average CW show comes along.

[vitospaghetta]

My biggest pet peeve about resi fandom is probably how some fans still treat Leon as this hopeless simp that will never be able to love anyone except for Ada. Worst case is when they apply this to remake Leon as well. The whole "If it's not Wong, it's Wrong" shit is so tiring and completely misses the point of his character.

But a part of me also feel like alot of people, especially dudes tend to project so hard onto Leon by saying he's definitely still into Ada and only Ada. C'mon y'all, he deserves an actual healthy and stable relationship were his life circumstances different.

Also as a side note here, i think that this idea of only being able to love one person only and never form a bond with anyone else is a fucked up mindset to have and it's not how relationships work, platonic or romantic. It's straight up just not true. Leon's entire arc in 4R for example is him healing, growing up and moving past his trauma which is not something that happens in OG RE4 so there's that. Apologies for my ask got a bit venty here!

LMAO it's all good. Fandom's annoying as shit and it feels good to vent.

I think people who are of the 'if it ain't Wong it's wrong' persuasion are just very old school. Like they can't imagine Leon not having feelings for her because it was such a thing for so long, though RE6 was pretty much the conclusion of that whole arc and we haven't even seen Ada in the OG timeline since so it's like... Capcom's clearly been trying to ditch that narrative for a while now. It shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone that they're writing his relationship with her differently in the remakes, but then we're also talking about a fanbase where people are still making "continue the Redfield bloodline" jokes, as if that shit was ever funny.

Like I enjoy Leon's dynamic with Ada in the OG timeline, but it's also very much like.. who cares? It's not an integral part of his character or the overall narrative. And I do very much think that some of it is projection. If you think Ada or Claire or Ashley are hot, pop off. But using Leon as a self-insert is cringe. Grow up. My god.