#<- i will always remember this Brielle

[isabellehemlock]

My first IWTV BB art is here 🎉💕

I was so utterly blessed to get to pinch-hit for the @iwtvbigbang and work with the lovely @spacewitchqueen and get to make some more Rockstar!Lestat 🎤 Which wasn't too hard to do considering that I had the good fortune of reading a draft of the fic and y'all I was full on geeking at the way Brielle so seamlessly blended some religious allegories in there without it ever feeling either heavy handed or (dare I say) blasmephous. I was just like feasting on it! And in some Louis and Lestat romance and the whole thing was delicioussss.

So naturally I was stoked to draw him in all his glory performing on stage but then equally ecstatic to draw a faux fic cover for this lovely piece ~ definitely give it a read right here on AO3 and feel free to click below if you'd like to see two close ups ✨️

[c0rpsedemon]

ok fr last one but there's actually a bootleg of my school's anastasia and i'm linking it bc you all NEED to understand that my infatuation with this one girl's voice which started when i was in the 6th grade and still hasn't really worn off isn't based on nothing

[brielledoesastrology]

Astrology Observation #5

by : Brielledoesastrology (tumblr)

finally another quite long astrology observation post that i havent made in like 1 year maybe.... Also happy halloween guys 🎃✨

- Brielle

Pisces mars really gotta be careful. I am being for real. These people have a really hard time realizing or knowing who their enemies are and who aren't. Most of them also can have anger or emotional breakdowns for things that they imagine themself or things that aren't even real. These are the type of people that suddenly hate you for no actual reason. This placement is the definition of "sometimes delulu is not always the selulu." They are also the type of people to start a whole drama or fight first because of their own delusions that aren't even real and then end up blaming other people.

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Asteroid Klio (84) is such an underrated huge fame indicator/potential asteroid that people rarely talk about here in this community. This is the type of fame that is until history, the type of fame that makes someone a historical figure, or at least remembered in history.

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I noticed a lot of pluto in the 7th house people enjoy admiring other people from social media. Sometimes they also enjoy following social media trends from following other people too especially stuff relating to skin care or makeup or anything else that they will think to give them that "glow up". (These types of influence will be stronger if the pluto is aspecting venus too). On the other hand if they aren't admiring they could easily be jealous or envying those people who they think that looks or are doing better than themself. Or They could easily attract jealousy or envy from other people too (beware of attracting people that drains u)

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I've seen asteroid toro (1685) being prominent in the astrology natal charts of a lot of people that are bullies or being bullied or being accused of bullying. The asteroid was not named after a mythological figure but a person, but it really resonates with its Spanish meaning. "Toro" is "bull" in spanish. Usually if they aren't being bullied or a bully they usually have this intimidating look to people.

example of people who have asteroid toro (1685) prominent in their chart :

- Rihanna has asteroid toro (1685) conjunct her mars (0 orb)

(accused of being a mean girl)

- Kim Garam has asteroid toro (1685) conjunct her mercury (0 orb)

(accused of bullying)

- Cardi B has asteroid toro (1685) conjunct her mercury (1 orb)

(accused of being a mean girl)

- Hailey Bieber has asteroid toro (1685) conjunct her midheaven (1 orb)

( the public always accuses her of bullying or being a mean girl even for the pettiest reason )

- Marilyn Monroe has asteroid toro (1685) conjunct her sun (2 orb)

(From early on, Monroe was reputed to be difficult: bullied by misogynistic directors, and frustrated at her lack of control, she was cited as debilitatingly late and forgetful. Zanuck suspended Monroe in 1954 when she frustratedly refused yet another pin-up role)

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I noticed most people with mars in gemini use the "spread rumors" (either fake or real ones) tactics for revenge or if they feel offended by something or someone. I am not surprised since gemini is ruled by mercury and mercury represents "communications" in general. But it works differently than virgo.

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Mars in virgo revenge tactics are more into gathering proofs or receipts (either fake or real ones) then making it very detailed and very specific compared to mars in gemini .

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I noticed both of the top male n female rappers in the rap game got asteroid hannibal (2152) prominent in their chart. Especially strongly aspecting mercury and 3rd house placements.

- Nicki minaj have asteroid hannibal (2152) conjunct her mercury and conjunct her neptune on sagittarius all on 0 orb.

- Eminem have asteroid hannibal (2152) conjunct his moon in aquarious in 1 orb in the 3rd house.

(for a context the asteroid hannibal is named after hannibal barca which he was the no.1 most greatest and most feared enemy of the roman empire)

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I see so many people with Gemini moons really don't have a problem posting their emotions in social media publicly so all people can see. I also saw most of these people are very bad at keeping things privately to themselves. They can't really "cry or suffer in private" usually most of the time because of their own behavior.

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Scorpio placements are not always private or very introverted like what most people say about the sign. I have seen many scorpio placements who just say what they think bluntly n they don't care if other people think that it is too deep or dark or offensive.

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Fun fact : Did you know that the name asteroid Swift (5035) exactly conjunct taylor swift's sun in her astrology natal chart! Name asteroids r really interesting!!!!

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This is controversial to say, but i have to say it. Not all women or girls who have lilith (1181) or black moon lilith (h13) prominent in their charts are a "girls girl / supporting each other women" or a "feminist". It is because most people with Black moon lilith (h13) or asteroid lilith (1181) have at least ever experienced a very long phase of their life of being cast out of a social group (well obviously this can be done by both genders either males or females social groups casting them out ).

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But most of the time i see that for the Women or Girls who have Black moon lilith (h13) or asteroid lilith (1181) prominent in their chart have ever been at least ever experienced a very long phase of their life of being casted out by a social group of their female friends (most of the time because their female friends did something terrible/bad to them that leads the h13 lilith/1181 lilith women or girl being or feeling casted out from their group). This could lead to internalized misogyny about their feelings of women if they grew up without fixing this issue.

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This is weird but i have seen many many many men who have venus - pluto in square,opposition or even conjunctions ended up being incels.

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[earthtoharlow]

Faux Love

Chapter 2

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“Should I wear this cream colored sweater with these pants or this pink one?” Jack asked, lifting up both sweaters in front of him. Jean let out a small giggle at her text and replied without looking at him. “The cream one, like I told you ten minutes ago!”

“Who are you texting?” He asked, tossing the pink sweater on the bed next to her before pulling the cream one over his head.

“No one”

“Yes, you are! Who is he? I wanna meet him.” Jack said, looking at her through the mirror as he tried to tame his curly hair.

“Absolutely not! You chase away every guy I introduce you to!” Jean said with a pout, she couldn’t remember the last time he actually liked one of the guys she was dating.

“I don’t chase away all of them, just none of them were good enough for you.”

Jean rolled her eyes and texted something witty back, trying to play hard to get. She threw her phone and stared up at the high ceilings of Jack’s apartment. She looked over and saw him still struggling with his hair. “Jack come over here and sit down, so I can help you.” Jean said before sitting up.

Jack sat on the edge of the bed as Jean got up to grab a comb. As she runs her fingers through his curly hair, she asks, “So, tell me about this lucky girl you’re going on a date with tonight. What’s she like?”

“She has dark hair.” He says with an eyebrow raise

“Oh, shocker!” She said sarcastically before hitting him lightly on the top of his head with the comb. “Ow!” Jack said in laughter.

“Where’d you meet her?”

“I met her during my music video shoot yesterday! She’s an extra, so you know she’s ridiculously hot.” He joked.

“You’re an idiot, but here you go I’m done.”

Jack looked up at the mirror, inspecting his hair. It looked perfect. “Thanks, Scout.”

As they made their way downstairs to the kitchen, Jean perched herself up on the bar stool and took a look around the dining area. Nothing looked ready.

“Um, are you sure you have a date tonight? Where’s the candles, wine and soft music? She should be here soon, right…you’ve lost your touch!”

“No no, this is part of the plan.” He says and then continues. “Once I let her in I apologize for running late. She’ll see how extravagant things are but not think that I was waiting around all day for her to show up! I’ll finish everything in front of her while we talk, I’ll pour her some wine, kiss her on the cheek dangerously close to her mouth and then the night begins!”

Jean couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous her best friend sounded. She picked up her phone when she heard it vibrating, signaling she had a new text.

“Oh c’mon, who is this guy!”

She laughed again. “Relax, I promise he’s just some guy. No big deal. Now, I should probably go before your date gets here.” Jean hopped down from the stool, and grabbed her purse.

Jack pulled her keys from his pants pocket as he always holds on to them because she tends to lose things.

“Thanks, bestie.” She said as she took her keys from him. “Have a good time tonight.”

“I will!” He said with a wink, and pulled Jean into a hug. “What are you going to do, it is Saturday after all.”

“There’s some UFC PPV coming on tonight, gonna go watch at Urban and Brielle’s house.”

“Oh.” Jack muttered. “Well, have fun.”

“Jack…just come with me. Cancel this silly date and come have fun with us! Brielle and I are going to make party snacks while Jasmine pretends to help!”

Jack shook his head with a pout. “Nah, I have plans.”

“Ugh, you suck! But okay, call me tomorrow.”

“Night, Scout!” He yelled behind Jean as she walked down the stairs. “Night, Jackman!” She yelled over her shoulder.

Jack and Jean had been friends for a few years now, it started when Jack flirted with her at a coffee shop and the rest was history. Except they decided they were better off as friends, as they were freakishly the same person. Jean knew that he would never be anything more than her best friend.

Over the years, Jean had become close friends with his younger brother Clay and his other best friend Urban. Since she’s known them, they had both been in long term relationships. Clay just got engaged to his high school sweetheart, Jasmine and Urban has been happily married to Brielle for two years now.

With everyone being so close, they constantly hung out together. Jean has been rumored to be “Jack Harlow’s hot girlfriend!” for years now. What was funny about that was that Jack hasn’t been in a serious relationship for a long time. He was enjoying the rest of his twenties and being a hot bachelor. Which wasn’t exactly a crime.

***

When Jean arrived at Urban’s home, she knocked on the door politely, waited a few seconds and proceeded to open the front door.

“You’ve gotta stop doing that.” Urban said as he walked towards her holding his arms out for a hug.

“Y’all should just make me a key at this point.” Jean replied with a shrug and walked into the hug. “Hi, Urb, Jack says hi by the way.”

All Urban could do was sigh. “He’s not coming?”

“Nope, sorry to disappoint you. But you’re just going to be dealing with me tonight.” Jean said with a smile.

Urban laughed. “Brielle and I just wanted everyone here but it’s okay. She's waiting for you in the kitchen, by the way.”

Jean nodded and skipped towards the kitchen. “Oh it smells good in here!” She sniffed the air and stood next to Brielle trying to see what she cooked. “Hey, B!”

“Hey! Is Jack with Urban?” She asked, trying to peek from the kitchen. “Actually, Jack’s not coming.” Urban answered as he walked in the room.

Brielle immediately put her mixing bowl down, visibly upset. “What? We were—“

“I know, but we should still tell—“

“Telling everyone without him here? It won’t feel the same. He’s basically your brother. We were going to ask him to be…” Brielle trailed off, not finishing her sentence.

Jean raised an eyebrow and looked towards Urban to see if he was going to finish her sentence like he usually did.

“Can you two just spit it out!” Jean exclaimed.

“Spit what out?” Clay asked as he walked into the kitchen holding Jasmine’s hand and a bottle of wine in the other hand.

Jean immediately walked to the cupboard to grab some glasses and placed one in front of everyone. When she got to Brielle, she began to shake her head. “No thanks, I’m not drinking tonight.”

“What?! I bought this just for you, it’s your favorite!” Jasmine said with a whine.

“I’m sorry!” But Brielle didn’t look sorry at all as she glanced over at Urban with a huge smile. “Doctor said I can’t drink for about 8 to 9 months!”

“You’re pregnant!” Jean squealed, lunging towards her. Brielle laughed as Jasmine joined in the hug. “Oh my gosh! This is amazing! Jasmine, we gotta start planning a shower immediately!”

“Already on it, I think I have a venue in mind!” Jasmine said, pulling out her phone to begin planning.

Urban walked over and wrapped his arms around Brielle’s waist, nudging his nose against her cheek. “We wanted to tell you all at once.” Urban admitted. “I’ll hit up, Jack tomorrow I guess.”

Jean noticed the sadness in his voice as Clay crossed in front of her to give Brielle a hug and congratulate her.

“Congratulations, daddy!” Jean said with a giggle. “You know, Jack would’ve loved to have been here!”

“And yet, he’s with some girl who he won't even talk to anymore by this time next week.”

Urban had a point. As Jack’s 30th birthday loomed closer, he caught himself in a whirlwind of dates with different women, not wanting to be alone. He wasn’t ready to settle down, like his brother and Urban were. Jack wanted to enjoy life while he could.

As Urban and Clay retreated to the living room to watch the fight pre show, Jasmine and Brielle cornered Jean. “So, Jean…” Jean sighed knowing what was about to happen. “When are you and Jack going to get together?”

“I was just talking to Jack before I got here and we decided the week after NEVER would be a good day!”

“Oh c’mon Jean! It’s like a match made in heaven!

“Think about it. You two already have such a strong bond. You understand each other so well…” Jasmine tried to stress.

“Look, I love Jack. He’s my best friend. Completely platonic.”

“That’s exactly it! Sometimes the best relationships start from friendships!” Brielle exclaimed

“Ok, you and Urban have been watching too many romcoms.” Jean said giggling, before continuing. “We wouldn’t work out, we tried, remember?”

“That hardly even counts, and the sooner the two of you figure that out the happier everyone will be! Especially those two.” Jasmine said, nodding towards the living room.

“Especially Urban. He’s really disappointed he’s not here tonight.”

“Clay too.” Jasmine added

Jean sighed, hating when they did this. “Ugh, I’m the best friend! Why don’t you go find some girl to hook him up with and maybe they’ll hit it off!”

“Hello?! That’s what we are doing!” Brielle exclaimed

“Just sleep with him already so he can realize he’s in love with you! I mean, you already think about him naked.”

“WHAT?! No! You guys are insane! We’re ending this conversation!”

“Fine but we’ll gang up on you with the guys during every commercial break!”

And they stayed true to their word. The four of them have been trying to get Jack and Jean together since the day they met her. It’s not that she wasn’t attracted to him because, c’mon the dude is hot.

Jean was very attracted to Jack but their personalities were too similar. They thought too much alike and Jean knew too much about him to ever have real genuine feelings about him.

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As Jean walked into her apartment after leaving Urban’s house, she was met with an unexpected crash in her kitchen. She immediately grabbed her phone, ready to call Jack just in case she needed backup. Her heart was pounding as she crept closer to the kitchen, she grabbed the nearest weapon she could find—an umbrella.

Jean braced herself to confront the intruder, but as she rounded the corner, her grip on the umbrella loosened, and her eyes widened in disbelief. There, standing in her kitchen, was none other than Jack himself, stirring a pot on the stove.

“Jack?!” Jean exclaimed, relief flooding through her as she lowered the umbrella.

Jack turned around, startled by her sudden appearance, and his expression morphed from surprise to amusement. “Hey, Scout. You scared me for a second!”

“What the HELL!”

“What’s with the umbrella?” Jack asked, confused.

“I thought you were a burglar or something! You scared me half to death,” Jean replied, still trying to catch her breath.

She walked closer to him and saw he was making a double decker grilled cheese sandwich. His kitchen was ten times bigger than her own, she would never understand why he insisted on using her kitchen when he was hungry.

“How was your date?” Pulling two glasses from her cupboard and grabbing the milk from the fridge.

“She left, had to be up early in the morning for work. Thank god, she was boring. So I decided to come here. You want half?” Jack asked not waiting for an answer and slicing the sandwich in half.

All Jean could do was shake her head at him as he turned the stove off and followed her to the bedroom with the sandwiches while she held the glasses of milk.

Jean quickly changed into her pajamas and wiped the makeup off her face. She climbed into the bed with Jack, she thanked him as he held the cover up so she could slide in and handed her a slice.

“I hope you don’t mind but I used your shampoo.”

She took a bite of her sandwich before responding. “I had a feeling your curls looked better than usual. Also a quick question, are you capable of using any of the things in your own house?”

“Hell nah, now how many times did you get the talk?” Jack asked before grabbing the remote and turning on cartoons.

“Just a couple.” she said with a shrug. “It definitely would’ve been more if you were there. We missed you tonight, the guys were sad you weren’t there. Brielle is pregnant!”

“Seriously?! I’m gonna be an uncle?” The biggest smile formed on Jack’s face as he always loved kids. “That’s amazing! I’m really about to be an uncle.” He frowned a bit. “I saw Urban yesterday and he didn’t say anything.”

“They just wanted to tell us all together, but you know Brielle, she couldn’t hold it in! They’re so excited!”

“I’m excited too, wow” Jack said with a smile. “A whole baby!”

Jean smiled at him and offered him the last bite of her sandwich. Jack of course bit it off her fingertips and finished both glasses of milk.

Jack stayed for a couple more hours just making sure Jean fell asleep before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before leaving to go home.

For some reason, Jean was disappointed when she woke up and he was gone.

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AN: thank you for reading!!

[anarchiii]

The One That Got Away —ACOTAR AU

Oneshot | warnings: angst | Azriel x Y/N

Summary; Y/N is Azriel’s best friend and a Valkyrie in training, she bears affection for Azriel, but the one she loves adores Elain Archeron, a far better match. . .

Note: this is an AU it’s not in the books.

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Y/N’s POV

I love you. Is what Y/N desperately wanted to say to him. To Azriel, her best friend. That she, not Elain. Belonged with him. She had silently loved him for decades, he was perfect, he was so kind and thoughtful, he was so so perfect. Y/N had met him over sixty decades ago, Rhys had taken interest in her for her unique abilities. She was able to make maps, detailed renditions of the exact place, people and everything. It was like they were actually looking at them. It was a mirage of course.

She was taken under The Shadowsingers wing for the ability. He had found you extremely helpful when doing his Spymaster things. Over the years you two had grown closer, he had started to confide in you, talk to you—about anything really, his job. Books he liked, his dreams—and you had done the same. You both had found you got along with one another well. But over the years your affection for him was no longer platonic, but something more. You loved him, really. But for a spymaster he sure wasn’t very good at noticing Y/N’s affection for him. When he’d be training with Cassian and he’d take off his shirt. She would try and read but always get distracted ogling him—his muscles— She was practically drooling over him and everybody except Azriel noticed. Like whenever Y/N would be chatting with Feyre or Mor she’d start talking about Azriel—so much in fact your friends had to basically shove something in her mouth to get her to shut up.

There was only one problem. Azriel was in love with Elain not her. She’d noticed ever since Elain had showed up Az had been spending all his time with her, oh. Y/N wanted to go get lunch with him? Nope. He was always busy, busy with her. A couple of weeks ago Y/N was celebrating her birthday and had invited Azriel, he’d never showed up. She had waiting hours for him, even after the party had finished and everyone had gone home she’d still waited. Eventually she’d given up and gone home—sulking in her to big bed—the next day she’d gone over to Azriel to confront him, he was standing near one of the many balconies talking to Elain, storming her way over to the pair she turned to Azriel ignoring Elain’s presence entirely. “Why didn’t you come to my birthday party Az?” Y/N demanded. She watched as Azriel’s eyes widened slightly with surprise. He didn’t even remember? “I’m so sorry Y/N I completely forgot, I had been talking with Elain and I must’ve lost track of time” Azriel said apologetically, But she didn’t miss the way he’d said talking, Violet looked to Elain from the corner of her eye to see the female blushing slightly. They’d been kissing. Elain had been sticking her tongue down his throat. While she had been waiting at the party with eyeliner running down her face. She was beyond pissed at both of them. Y/N sucked in a deep breath fighting off the urge to claw the woman’s face off. “We’re so sorry Violet if we had known it was your birthday we wouldn’t have gotten distracted, once again were both so sorry” Elain said. “Save it Elain. I don’t want your petty excuses, just leave it.” She snapped.

“Hey, there’s no need to be mad it was a simple mistake. Besides the party wasn’t that important anyway, we can just celebrate it some other time.” Azriel said, anger lacing his every word. She couldn’t believe him, Wasn’t that important? It was her birthday for fucks sake. “To Hell with you!” Y/N said baring her teeth at him. With that she stormed off ignoring, Cassian’s confused look.

She barely made it to her apartment before breaking down into tears. She hadn’t meant to say those things to them but she couldn’t help it. How had she fallen in love with Azriel in the first place? And why had she pursued him even though he clearly didn’t see her that way. She was about to go and hop in a nice warm bath when knocking appeared at the door, She walked over to it opening it as she wiped away her salty tears, looking up she saw Azriel standing there, what did he want now? “What’s wrong with you?” Azriel asked, oh, oh. “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you!” She practically screamed. The audacity. She looked into his eyes—eyes so full of anger, anger that was directed at her— she glared at him and he glared back. She was definitely not in love with him anymore, the thought made her tear up. Salty water streaked down her already wet face.

She looked at him again to find not even an ounce of pity or regret or anything apart from anger. That made her cry more, so she whispered “I can’t believe I was ever in love with you” Azriel’s eyes widened at that. He opened his mouth to respond but Y/N had slammed the door in his face, locking it before sliding down it. Until she was hugging her knees, sobbing. She briefly remembered frantic knocking on the door, she didn’t open it. It eventually stopped. She got up and stumbled—because she’d been sitting for so long— to her bathroom, drawing a bath before stripping off her tear soaked clothes. She got into the boiling hot bath. Breathing in and out, her heart trying to regain a steady rhythm. After a while the bath water went warm then cold, her skin akin to a prune. Getting out of the slippery tub and drying herself off with the nearest towel. She barely put on clothes before she flopped onto her bed, bursting back into tears.

She woke up the next day in a daze, her pillow soaked. Her bed a mess. She rolled over on her bed, ending up on the floor with an “bitch” Violet groaned. She got off the ground and sauntered to the little kitchen, popping on the kettle to make some tea. She started on some toast while she waited. After she had finished breakfast and gotten on some decent clothes. She stalked out of the apartment and made her way to the townhouse. Once she was inside she made her way to Rhys’ office.

She rapped a few knocks on the door before a “come on in” came from inside the office. She opened the door and walked in before closing it behind her. Rhys met her eyes from behind the desk and she knew he was aware of what had happened yesterday. “Hey” she whispered “hey” Rhys repeated. “Could I talk to you please?” Y/N whispered.

Azriel’s POV

Azriel felt terrible. He’d felt terrible ever since those words had came out of Y/N mouth, Loved you. Violet had loved him. He hadn’t talked to anyone since yesterday, no one, not even Elain. He had given Rhys a brief explanation telepathically. He had been throwing up non stop from guilt and shame. After a while he eventually got up from kneeling at the toilet. He changed clothes and wandered over to the dining room where he saw Rhys, Feyre, Nesta, Cassian and Emerie talking and eating, Rhys looked up from where he’d been looking at something and when he met his high lords eyes he immediately knew something was wrong. He followed Rhys out to one of the many terraces, “What happened?” Azriel inquired. “Y/N leaving is what happened.” Rhys said gruffly. Leaving? No that can’t be right. “Why is she leaving?” “I think you know the answer to that question. You have cost me a very valuable member to our inner circle Azriel.”

He felt sick. What had he done? He had completely ruined a decades long relationship with his best friend all because he fell for another woman, he should’ve known how she’d felt. He’d caught her staring at him on multiple occasions. When he’d put on a nice suit and she would just stare. And look starstruck. But he had just ignored it. “Do you know where she is?” Azriel said frantically, “back at her apartment probably if you fly fast enough you could catch her.” Rhys replied. He didn’t say anything else before he blasted off the terrace and flew faster than he’d ever flown before. He practically slammed into the cobblestone road outside her apartment. He raced up the steps to her floor and slammed his fist against the door. The face thar greeted him when the door opened was not one he recognised.

Violet’s POV

She had been zipping up her bags when frantic knocking shook the door, she knew who it was before she even opened the door. Blue eyes met those of brownish gold, in the most steely voice she could manage she said “what are you doing here.” the surprise on Azriel’s face said it all; She had never looked at him this way. “I’m here to say I’m sorry, I really miss you, I’ll stop seeing Elain. Please I just want you back” Azriel said, but she could hear the lies dripping off the words. She did feel a little bad for Elain she hadn’t meant to snap at her. “It’s too late Azriel I’m leaving for the Summer Court now. Good luck.” She said simply then she winnowed her bags away before locking the door to her empty apartment and sauntered past a shocked Azriel before winnowing away to the Summer Court.

-Two Years Later-

Y/N couldn’t believe it had two years now, it seemed like just yesterday she was working for the night court, drinking wine with Mor, bickering with Cassian. Reading with Amren, discussing painting techniques with Feyre. Having deep conversations with Azriel. Discussing fashion with Rhys. Laughing with Nesta, tending to the garden with Elain. Although she regretted what had happened with Azriel, she had stayed in touch with the inner circle. She had started talking to Elain again via letter. A few months ago she had sent a letter to Azriel to say she was sorry for the things she had said to him and that she wished him well. She had a lovely villa by the beach and now worked for Tarquin, she had met a nice man a year ago, she was now engaged with a baby on the way. She wished she had handled it better with Azriel but the past was the past.

The End.

[oneforthemunny]

Who is the most over protective dad!eddie (the one that's more strict than the other Eddie's when it comes to their child/ren ) to the least (he still loves his child/ren, he's just less authoritative)

i think the most over protective would be mafia!eddie just by default. like he's not letting bea out of his sight like ever. she is so under his thumb from the day she's born- even before then. i mean, he had one of the walk in closet turned into a makeshift nursery in his room because he was so scared of something happening.

then i would say maybe older!eddie. i think he was strict with brielle in way of "you can't go to parties" (did she listen? no lol) but he was also the only one who kinda parented her (gina would never) so he seemed more strict. really, he just wanted her to make good choices. with lilah, he's less strict, a little older and more confident and knows more with age.

janitor!eddie is more protective than he is strict. he just doesn't want his kids to have anything bad happen to them ever (unrealistic) especially oliver. he thinks ollie's gone through enough, been exposed to too much and wants to stop anything bad from happening to him again. he gets a little helicopter-ish in that way with ollie and olivia.

i'd say cowboy!eddie is next. really, he's not very strict unless it comes to things that could hurt cooper and the others (do you guys remember coop lol?). he's more so of a free range baby lol but eddie does not play about him being by the horses or the equipment by himself. i think he probably went through a phase when he was three where he'd dash towards the horses because he loved them so much, and eddie screamed at him, purely out of fear, but cooper was so scared of him for a little after. eddie was sick about it, felt like his dad and nearly spiraled, and you had to calm both of them down. really, as long as he was respectful tho and didn't go near anything that would hurt him, eddie likes that he kinda runs wild lol.

i'm saying dead last is rockstar!eddie. i mean, six girls? he's out fucking numbered lol. he gave up trying a while ago, as long as they don't come to blows he ignores it lmao. he is overprotective with paparazzi, especially when they're young, but really always. he used to love paps, love getting his picture taken, smug that he never had to call them that they just followed him everywhere. until he had kids. then if he saw one within a mile radius of his babies, he was liable to go to prison lol. other than that, as long as they're not hurting themselves or others, he's like "do whatever".

[kendsleyauthor]

Any character for 3 👀💕

DEITY OF IDIOTS

Godlike Universe (Cameron, Brielle)

~1000 words

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Cameron finds himself in a sizeshifting predicament and fails ever perception check thrown his way 🥰

@marydublinauthor 🌸

“Cameron! Cam!”

Brielle’s voice sounded strange. Distant. He might have sank back into sleep if not for a small, incessant tap on his face. Sighing, he lifted a hand to brush it away and was met with something soft that squirmed between his fingers and his cheek. The thing hurriedly evaded his touch and left him in peace.

“Cam, stop it!” Brielle snapped, sounding further away.

Drawing a deep breath, he opened his eyes. The lush forest canopy hung overhead, allowing glimpses of clear blue sky. As his groggy mind gained traction, he realized that something was… off. He pushed himself to sit up and squinted around.

A flash of movement disappeared behind a tree, but he was briefly too distracted to pursue it. The trees seemed much smaller than they should have been. If he stood, he might be able to reach up and touch the higher branches. That certainly was not the case before.

“Bri?” he called, remembering they’d been together.

“I’m here!” Her voice was still odd—so that part wasn’t a dream.

Shifting to hands and knees, he followed the sound of her voice, so low to the ground. He flinched as her face—remarkably tiny—peered out from behind the tree where he had caught movement. She beheld him with round eyes, cheeks absent of color. She stepped slowly into full view, as though it took her a great deal of effort.

He regarded her for two stunned seconds of silence before he blurted, “How did you get so small?”

Her expression twisted incredulously, and before she could sputter out an answer, instinct slammed into Cameron like a rush of wildfire. She looked so vulnerable from where he knelt. He reached for her, intending to bring her off the ground and closer to him. Safer.

Once again, he experienced the little squirming sensation against his fingers as he closed his hand around her and brought her closer to eye level. Except this time, her shriek was wordless, and she wouldn’t stop moving.

“Hold still,” he grunted, cupping his other hand around her to prevent a fall.

“Put me down!” She shoved at his free hand and attempted to kick, but her legs were tangled in her skirt. 

“Calm down,” he said in a voice that wasn’t remotely calm. “It’s just me”

“I know that, but you have no clue what you’re doing! Let go!”

No chance of that. He compromised by relinquishing his grip enough to make her drop into the pit of his cupped palms. She caught her breath and glared at him, her face now fully flushed pink. He couldn’t help but marvel at her—the girl he had known most of his life, small enough to fit in his hands.

“How did this happen?” he whispered.

“Nothing happened to me! You’re the size of a deity!”

“Oh.” He took another cursory glance at his surroundings. That made far more sense, though only marginally. Distracted by the shiver of her body against his palms, he cocked his head. “You never look this frightened with Nikolas,” he pointed out.

To his surprise, she laughed through the tremor of her voice. “Look at you—always accusing Nikolas of being impetuous with his grabbing, and somehow you’re even worse.”

It was his turn for his face to flush. Although he wanted to argue, he bit his tongue, knowing he might frighten her further. He suddenly felt silly. He was supposed to be the collected one. The logical one. In his defense, his head was still cloudy from whatever slumber that Brielle had pulled him out of. 

As steadily as he could manage, he began to lower his hands to let her back down onto the forest floor.

“Wait!” Her voice made him freeze. “Stop. I prefer not to shout myself hoarse talking to you from the ground. If you promise to be careful, I’ll stay here. And gods, Cameron, hold your hands still—you’re shaking worse than I am.”

Tentative, he lifted her back to a comfortable height. She sat back and fixed her skirt, folding her arms loosely over her bent knees. Considering how her gaze drilled him up and down, he didn’t feel quite so bad about staring at her.

“What happened?” he asked, frowning to remember. “The last thing… I ate that plum-thing, right? Or was that a dream?”

“You ate it, alright. No more than a second after you swallowed it, you collapsed. A sort of shimmering light covered your body—as though it came from inside of you. The next thing I knew, you started growing. You were dead to the world for about five minutes.”

The memory began to lose its haziness. They had been foraging the fruit-bearing trees when they found a sapling that bore a single plum. Although it had appeared outwardly ordinary, something had drawn Cameron to it. He supposed he understood why now—enchanted food had a way of enticing unwitting mortal mouths.

He huffed. “Can nothing be normal in this forest?” He gave her a pained look of horror. “Am I a deity now?”

“The deity of idiots, maybe,” she said helpfully.

He rolled his eyes, chuckling despite himself. “Obviously you’re not afraid of me anymore. Hooray.”

Brielle’s cheeky grin faltered a bit, and she stared even harder at him, almost breathless. He glanced away self-consciously, wondering how Nikolas managed to hold any semblance of confidence when there was so much of him to gawk at.

“Did I grow an extra eye, too?” Cameron asked. 

“No.” She smiled sweetly and dropped a hand beside her to pat his palm. “I’m just noticing that your eyelashes are even more darling at this size.”

Another laugh coursed through him—and he swore he could feel how much further his voice carried. His heart gave a nervous stammer at the thought that this could be permanent. 

“I suppose we should find Nikolas,” Brielle said, clearly of the same mind. “Stand up—carefully.”

[myymi]

guess who's finally writing a full fic againnn 🤭✨

as a treat and thank you for helping me get back into the swing of things, here's a li'l snippet of it;

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“Hi, welcome in!” Brielle’s voice carried throughout the small building, “I’ll be with you in just a moment!”

“Take your time, Brie!” Maddie called out, picking up the laminated menu to look over it. Tails was sat on her hip, quietly looking around.

Brielle peeked out from one of the ice cream machines, smiling when she saw the pair, “Hey Maddie! I see you got your littlest.” She waved at Tails when he looked at her, laughing when he gave a shy wave back.

“Yep. We’re enjoying a little bonding time today.” Maddie said, trying to decide between strawberry and cookie dough.

“Let me finish up this rocky road then I’ll get started on his mint chocolate chip while you decide.” Brie sent the boy a wink when he lit up after realizing she remembered his order.

“Sounds good.” Maddie then turned to her son, holding the menu closer to him. “What do you think, Sunflower? Strawberry or cookie dough?”

“Uhm..” Tails pulled the menu a little closer so he could see the pictures better, “Knuckles said strawberry was really good, so maybe that?”

“Strawberry it is.” Maddie agreed with a nod, setting the menu down.

“Here you are, sugar. One mint chocolate chip in our biggest bowl with peppermint sprinkles and extra chocolate drizzle.” Brielle said as she stuck a spoon in the bowl, carefully handing it over to the little fox.

“Thank you Mrs. Caddel!” Tails smiled at her, taking a bite of his ice cream.

“It’s my pleasure, big guy.” She winked at him and typed a few things onto her tablet, “and did I hear strawberry for mom? Always something different with you.”

“I like the excitement.” Maddie shrugged.

“I understand that,” Brielle grabbed another bowl and a sharpie, “any daring toppings today?”

“Hmm,” Maddie glanced over the menu, “how about whipped cream and caramel drizzle.”

“Alrighty!” Brie quickly wrote down the order and set the sharpie back in its spot. “Y’all go sit, I’ll get Stan to bring it over.” She tapped a few more things into her tablet before walking to the back to make the ice cream.

[lyranova]

A Daughter’s First Crush

Hiya guys! So this was a little idea i had with Astelle and their daughters and I just had to write it, also we got a little development with Mizuki who is one of my more under developed OC’s. I hope you all enjoy~!

Word Count: 1,942

Warnings: None

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“ Hey Mizuki, open the door!” Brielle Silva, Asta and Noelle’s eldest daughter, shouted as she banged on the bedroom door. Kaiyo nodded in agreement before she banged on the door as well.

“ Yeah c’mon Mizu open the door!” Kaiyo said softly as she continued knocking on the door. Suddenly the two girls turned as they saw their mother and father approaching them.

“ What is going on up here?” Noelle Silva asked her 19 and 15 year old daughters with a confused scowl on her face. The two looked at each other for a moment.

“ Don’t even think about lying,” Asta said quickly as he read their Ki and knew that’s what they were about to do. “ Remember, I’m a walking lie detector!”

“ So am I papa!” Brielle argued before she rubbed the back of her head, looking a lot like her father when he was perplexed about something.

“ Honestly, we don’t know either,” Brielle said sheepishly and Kaiyo nodded beside her.

“ She just suddenly came home crying and locked herself in her room.” Kaiyo told them quickly and Noelle and Asta looked at each other for a moment.

“ Alright, thank you girls, but your mama and I can take it from here.” Asta said with a small smile as he patted them on the head before walking past them with Noelle following.

“ But we wanna help!” Brielle said quickly as she spun around to face her parents.

“ Yeah, we wanna help Mizu out too!” Kaiyo argued, but Noelle gave both her daughters a serious look.

“ You can help out later, just let your dad and I find out what’s going on first alright?” Noelle told them seriously but with a gentle tone to her voice. “ Now go wait in the sitting room until your dad and I get you okay?” She watched her daughters look at each other with a bit of reluctance but eventually they nodded.

“ Yes, Mama.” They said in unison as they turned around and walked toward the sitting room. Noelle and Asta looked at each other with a worried expression on their faces.

Just what could have happened to make their daughter cry?

“ Should I cut down the door?’’ Asta asked as held up one of his anti-magic swords and Noelle’s eyes instantly narrowed.

“ No! Geez why do you always want to slash things?” She asked with a roll of her eyes, she cleared her throat and knocked on Mizuki’s door.

“ Mizuki, it’s mom. Can you open the door for me please?” She asked softly, but she got not response. Asta then moved to stand beside her and also knocked on the door.

“ Hey Mizu, it’s papa. Open the door please, we’re getting seriously worried.” Asta said, his voice loud and full of concern. But again, no response.

Noelle reached out to grab the doorknob and turned it slightly, she suddenly felt it click and the door opened a bit. The door was unlocked, and probably had been the entire time. Noelle pushed it open gently and looked around it to see papers, pillows, and books thrown around the room. Noelle’s pink colored eyes shifted from one side of the room to the other and she saw her daughter, curled up in bed, with her blanket thrown over her.

“ Mizuki…?” Noelle said softly as she walked into the room quietly, with Asta following shortly behind her. She watched as the blanket shook, showing her that her middle daughter was still crying.

“ GO AWAY!” She shouted from underneath the blanket, her voice hoarse from all the crying she was doing. Noelle and Asta jumped at the sudden shout but quickly recovered.

“ Hey Mizu…”

“ I SAID GO AWAY! I WANT TO BE ALONE RIGHT NOW!” Mizuki shouted as she pulled her blanket off of her head to glare at her parents. Her eyes were red and full of tears, her cheeks had stains from the tears and were furiously red from her having wiped them away. She sniffled a bit before she laid back down in her bed with a loud ‘fwump’ before reaching out to grab her blanket again.

Noelle and Asta looked at each other again as their hearts broke and sank to the pits of their stomachs. Mizuki was never really one to cry, usually it was Brielle and Kaiyo, so that immediately told them that whatever happened to her was serious.

“ Honey, I’m sorry to say but your father and I aren’t leaving until you tell us what’s wrong. Even if that means we have to stay here all night.” Noelle said as she sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her arms, Asta sat down at the foot of the bed and nodded.

“ Your mama’s right Mizu, you can tell us now or later, but either way you’re going to have to tell us.” Asta said softly as he reached out and patted her leg gently. The two heard her sniffle again.

“ Did something happen at work?” Noelle asked softly, and suddenly Mizuki began to cry again, which let them know that, yes, something happened at work.

“ Did Owen yell at you? Or maybe one of the other Healers?’’ Asta asked, and they watched her shake her head. “ Did…a patient die?” Again, she shook her head.

The husband and wife began to rack their brains, tring to figure out just what could have happened. A patient didn’t die, she wasn’t yelled at, so what on earth was it?

“ It was Cecil…” Mizuki eventually said, her voice barely above a whisper, and her parents frowns deepened.

“ Cecil? Owen’s son?” Noelle asked in confusion. “ What did he do?” Mizuki suddenly began to cry again, Asta reached out and shook his daughters leg.

“ Mizuki, what happened?” Asta asked seriously, his voice deadly calm and low. Noelle quickly reached out to grab his arm, causing him to look up at her, and he watched her shake her head. Telling him not to jump to any conclusions just yet.

“ He…He called me a child!” She cried loudly before wailing as she pulled the blanket tighter over her head, Noelle and Asta blinked in confusion. That was it? She was crying just because he called her a child?

“ Well…he isn’t really wrong, you are still a child, especially compared to him.” Asta said with a confused chuckle, Mizuki immediately jumped up, throwing the blanket to the side, and she had an anger and hurt in her eyes.

“ I still didn’t want to hear it from the guy I like! Especially right after I confessed to him!” She shouted with hurt in her voice, and suddenly it all made sense to her parents.

The tears, the anger, the hurt. She had confessed and had her heart broken.

“ Mizuki,” Noelle said softly as she reached out towards her daughter, but the girl pulled away. “ He’s four years older than you, and he’s your senior at work-” Noelle began but was instantly cut off.

“ Auntie Grey is five years older then Uncle Gauche!” Mizuki argued, causing Noelle to close her mouth. She had a point.

“ But Grey and Gauche didn’t start dating until they were both well into their twenties, and right now you’re only 16 and Cecil is 20.” Asta pointed out and Noelle nodded in agreement.

“ Neither of you get it! Just go away!” Mizuki said angrily as she laid back down in her bed.

When people said having teenagers was a struggle, they really meant it.

“ Then explain it to us so we can understand, please?” Noelle urged her softly as she placed a hand on her shoulder. The girl sniffled but didn’t turn to face them.

“ I thought, maybe he would be like dad y’know? That maybe he was just acting oblivious to my feelings because he was dense, so when I confessed to him today I thought it would all click for him.” Mizuki said softly, Asta felt a little attacked by her use of the word ‘dense’ but didn’t say anything.

“ But instead he just…stared at me with this serious and cold look. Before he finally said ‘Mizuki, you’re a child. Right now you’re mistaking your feelings of admiration and friendship for me as something more romantic, so let me tell you this clearly so you can move on: I don’t like you that you that way and I probably never will. I adore you has a friend, junior, and mentee. But that’s as far as it goes. One day you’ll find someone more suitable for you than me, and when you do, I’ll be one of your biggest supporters.’ Then that jerk had the audacity to pat me on the head and tell me ‘Thank you for making me your first crush, I’m very honored.’ Before he just WALKED AWAY!” Mizuki finished before her tears started all over again.

Asta and Noelle looked at each other, that was a…pretty harsh way to be rejected, especially by your first crush.

“ I gave that jerk my heart and he just…burned into ash!”

“ Well he is a flame mage.” Asta said as he rubbed the back of his neck, causing both Noelle and Mizuki to glare at him.

“ Seriously BakAsta?”

“ You’re not helping papa.’’

“ Sorry geez!” Asta said as he held his hands up. “ Do you want want me to go beat him up?”

“ Yeah! Let me and papa take care of this, we’ll make sure he never forgets the day that he rejected my little sister!” Brielle suddenly shouted from the doorway, causing them to all look at her.

“ Brie is right! Let’s teach him a lesson!” Kaiyo said with a determined look, and Asta suddenly jumped up.

“ Right! Girls, let’s head to the infirmary!” Asta said as he walked towards them but Noelle instantly jumped up and grabbed her husbands arm.

“ Oh no you’re not! If you go walking in there to beat Cecil up you’ll cause a big stink with all the Healers and Owen himself, not to mention how it would look like an abuse of authority for the Wizard King to retaliate against someone just because they rejected his daughter!” Noelle pointed out causing Asta to pause briefly.

“ Right…I forgot about that.”

“ How can you forget that you’re the freaking Wizard King?!” Noelle shouted in disbelief, causing their daughters, including Mizuki, to laugh.

“ C’mon girls let’s go give him a piece of our mind!” Asta shouted as he, Kaiyo, and Brielle began to leave and Noelle quickly followed behind them, but stopped as Mizuki softly called out to her.

“ Hey mama,” The girls green eyes were hesitant for a moment. “ This pain in my chest…will it ever go away?”

Noelle smiled sadly as she walked back over to the bed and sat down next to her.

“ Eventually it will darling, it’ll just take some time.”

“ But what if it doesn’t? Am I just supposed to move on and live wit it forever?” The girl asked sadly and Noelle quickly shook her head.

“ It won’t last forever, one day you’ll meet someone who’ll make all that pain and heartache disappear. They’ll make you smile and laugh until you completely forget about it.” Noelle said as she pulled the girl into her arms and hugged her tightly.

“ But…I love him mama, I really do.” Mizuki began to cry again, and Noelle quickly kissed the top of her head.

“ I know sweetheart, I know.” Noelle told her softly as she just continued to hold her daughter for as long as she needed her too.

Mizuki’s first ever crush had ended in failure and left the girl with a broken heart, but eventually, with the help of her friends and family, she was able to heal her heart.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[nhstadler]

OK, so before we do this, before you read this, I need to warn you guys. 

I’ve been in a reading and writing slump and I’m having a hard time putting my thoughts into words at the moment. I’m very sorry that the new chapter takes me so long, but I’m just not in the right headspace. 

That being said, I wanted to give you guys at least some sign of life so you know I haven’t forgotten about Seth and the gang. Usually, this would be a James POV, but even that just didn’t work. So, while I was free-writing, trying to get all the clutter out of my head, this short scene below happened. And here’s the warning: it’s kind of sad.

I’ve always been writing little scenes that take place after the events of HNTBAW and I swear, the entire thing is not as dramatic as it is in the short excerpt below, but this wanted out and I wrote it down and I kind of like it. 

It is a bit of a spoiler… not quite but a little, and if you are not up for a little heartache then I would strongly advise you just ignore this post and wait for the chapter, which I’m working on, I promise. Whatever you choose, thanks for being here and reading and all the support. I really appreciate it.

I watch him for a moment - how he leans against the bannister, bracing the railing with locked out arms, the sea breeze ruffling his already tousled hair. I can still remember when I used to try and convince myself that I didn’t find him attractive; even when I could hardly take my eyes off of him.

“OK, show me.”

He turns towards me, the look of surprise quickly turning into something softer as he watches me approach. “Woodley, what-”

“I want to see it,” I say as coolly as I can, folding my arms across my chest against the cold wind. The sun is gone but there’s still a faint glow along the horizon, like a gleaming seam that separates the ocean from the sky.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

I look up at James, feeling a familiar prickle of frustration run up my spine at the infuriating lopsided smile that tugs on his lips. At the dimple in his cheek. It’s been two years and he should be a stranger to me, but he isn’t. No matter if he’s 17 or 24; when I look at him, it’s always James.

But I’m not falling for that anymore; for him. The only reason my heart is beating faster is because it’s used to reacting that way to James’s stupid smiles. It’s just muscle memory. 

“Potter.”

“Woodley.” He’s grinning, the git, obviously enjoying this way too much, and I sigh before I look out at the ocean again. The water is dark and calm, and it reminds me of the Black Lake on hot summer nights. Of one particular summer night, when James and I were fresh and new and terrifying and we spent the entire night wrapped up in each other, talking, laughing, kissing. 

Mostly kissing.

Maybe he remembers it too.

“Fine,” James says quietly and I turn to look at him as he grabs the hem of his sweatshirt and lifts it up to his collarbone, just enough to reveal the thin, geometric lines that are inked into his skin there - into the spot above his heart.

I could trace them with my eyes closed.

“I thought you had it removed.”

James snorts softly, the sound barely louder than the steady rush of the ocean, and I feel the familiar pressure behind my chest that makes it hard to breathe. I should have just let this go - I shouldn’t have started this. It shouldn’t matter that he still has it. He was 19 and drunk and dumb. It doesn’t mean anything.

But I still can’t look up at him. So, instead, I let my eyes drift lower, down to the thin, white scar that snakes along the side of his waist and across his abdomen. It feels incredibly strange that there is something about James’s body that I don’t know. Some part of him that I haven’t touched. That I never will.

“Seth?” He says so quietly, it’s barely more than a whisper, and I know we’re standing too close to each other; almost touching but not quite. 

I finally look up at him, and my heart is thrashing against my chest like it hasn’t done in forever - not since James Potter. Everything about him is familiar in a way that hurts just a little too much. Because, even though we’re not us anymore, he’s still the boy who flew up to my window in the pouring rain. The boy who kissed me in an old telephone box on New Year’s Eve. The boy who has all of my firsts.

A part of me will always be his.

“Shit.” James lets out a shaky breath as he tilts his head, his forehead pressing against mine, and I close my eyes, trying to sort out my messy thoughts. This is probably the dumbest thing I have done in a while, but I can’t stop. I can’t walk away from him. 

James’s arms slide around me, pulling me in, and my hands go up to his chest, fingertips digging into the cloth of his sweatshirt, right above his heart. 

Because, even though millions love him, a part of him will always be mine.

[pink-chevalier]

“Okay, but don’t act like I didn’t warn you.”

<<<      >>> Transcript Below ↓   

????: Hey, is your name Ophelia?

Ophelia: Yes, and why do you want to know?

Jane: I don't know if you remember me, but I'm Jane. I was friends with you, Cadence, and Brielle in sixth grade.

Ophelia: Oh my God! Yeah, I remember you always wore this super cute purple lipstick.

Jane: *smiles* Yup, I was the bitch with the purple lipstick.

Ophelia: What happened? I remember we all were supposed to hang out at Claire's, but you never showed up.

Jane: *annoyed* Ugh! My mom got a promotion, and we had to pack our shit.

Ophelia: But, you couldn't call or send an email because bitch we thought you died or something.

Jane: I tried emailing Brielle because I had her email written down, but she never replied or anything.

Ophelia: You picked the worse person to email.

Jane: Why?

Ophelia: Because she's always forgetting her passwords to everything, and then she makes a whole new account.

Jane: Why is she like that?

Ophelia: I have no idea. I don't know what's wrong with that girl.Jane: Something seriously wrong, but shit, I'm so happy to see you. 

Jane: Something seriously wrong, but shit, I'm so happy to see you.

Ophelia: Me too! I thought I was going to be all alone and shit.

Jane: Same. Also, I gotta ask you something.

Ophelia: What's up? 

Jane: Like, don't get mad or anything, but why are you still reading Goosebumps books? Aren't we too old for that?

Ophelia: *rolls eyes* I'm not reading it. 

Jane: Explain why you look like you're reading it and smiling to yourself when you were. 

Ophelia: I replaced the book covers because I didn't want to teachers to know what I was reading. 

Jane: And what were you reading? Is it that bad or something? 

Ophelia: It's called Haunting Adeline, and if I show you the page I'm on, you'll lose it. 

Jane: Show me. 

[camelspit]

alvar voters just don't get it. brant is the most pathetic man in keeper, hands down. alvar may have older sibling syndrome, but at least he didn't accidentally blow up any of his three weed smoking girlfriends.

brant has his ability banned. he gets manipulated into joining a rebel orginization by a guy who views him as nothing but a vessel for his own ambitions. he accidentally joined the opposing group to his fiance.

this boy only really had one person in the world. the ruewens loved him only because jolie did. he was only ever hers. she was his only somewhat healthy outlet.

and then he killed her. i don't think it was on purpose, and that makes it even more pathetic I think. the one person, probably the only person, he's ever had a true connection with.

and she betrayed him, in his eyes. so he let his anger out. and he will always regret it.

and at least alvar was able to somewhat carry the guilt of his actions? if he had any? not brant.

brant just. everblaze is so interesting because even when its revealed he's not fully broken, he's still so cracked and messed up. he has nothing to live for but his own desperate attatchment to the neverseen and what fintan offered him when he joined.

he's in too deep. he killed jolie (accidentally) in part because of them. if he hadn't joined them, it probably wouldn't have happened. if he goes back, if he gives up, it will have been for nothing.

so instead he clings on to his last shreds of sanity and does whatever they ask of him.

and he fucking loses it when he sees sophie. the symbol of the orginization that helped destroy him. one of the main roots of his anger. and she looks just like jolie.

he is haunted by a ghost that just fucking appeared in front of him.

and then oh god. grady and his hand. his scars in general. he's covered in burns from what I can only assume is everblaze, which is fascinating. everblaze is insanely hard to summon. so either he felt just that deeply about jolie, or he did it to himself to cover up the murder.

either way, it's pathetic. it's sopping wet. it's cat-like behavior.

and then grady does even more. he takes one of his hands. he almost drives him off a cliff. and this is someone who, at one point, cared at least a bit for him. even if it was only because of jolie, he looked after brant for years.

but you can't even feel bad because he did this to himself. he is a victim in his own story and a villain in everyone elses. except perhaps the one person he destroyed.

in the process of trying to fix his life (joining the neverseen), all he did was destroy it even more. he turned himself into a fragmented version of what he once was.

he is drowning, and he's been doing it for so long that he doesn't even remember how to swim anymore. doesn't even know if he even wants to.

and then he proceeds to have the most forgettable death in keeper, barring brielle.

go vote brant guys 👍 for me. also. brant day is may 1st. don't forget.

[ardenloughty]

[ phoebe dynevor, woman, she/her ] — whoa! ARDEN LOUGHTY just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for THIRTEEN YEARS, working as a/an SERVER AND ATTENDING NYU FOR HER NURSING DEGREE. that can’t be easy, especially at only 25 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit IMPULSIVE and SARCASTIC, but i know them to be COURTEOUS and PASSIONATE. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to QUEENS!

tw; alcohol, death

✹ get to know me quick.

name: arden loughty

age: 25

birthday: April 21, 1998

occupation: server & student at NYU

location: queens, ny

✹ bio

Twenty-Five years ago, Arden Loughty was born in Manchester, England, as the fourth and last child to her mother and father. When her mother was in her early twenties, she moved to England for a better career choice only soon later meeting her father and the two falling in love, creating a family and life in her father’s hometown. Growing up Arden didn’t have a bad childhood, she enjoyed school, had many friends, attended church with her family, it was every typical childhood dream you could think. At only the age of twelve, Ardens grandmother had fallen sick, and her mother couldn’t afford to continue flying back and forth, leaving her parents with no choice but to pack up and move the family to New York.

The move to a whole new country, let alone New York, was quite the struggle for Arden. Having to try to fit in with everyone, they only ever cared about the fact she had an English accent, nothing more or less, causing her difficulty in finding friends who cared more about who she was not where she was from. In high school, Arden was finally matched with her best friend, Brielle. The two were inseparable, Arden had felt she finally had met someone who had similar interests as her and didn’t care one bit that she might say a word different than her friend. The two made a pact that when they graduated, they were going to attend NYU together and get their nursing degrees. One the things the two shared within each other was the need to always help others, especially someone not feeling well, seeing the brightness of their smile at their roughest times was what Arden dreamed of being able to accomplish.

The summer of graduation, Arden and Brielle were attending a grad party that happened to get way too out of hand. Cops ended up showing up leaving everyone to scatter as quickly as possible while Arden and her friend just hopped in the back of one of their classmate’s cars, begging them to drive. Knowing if they got caught drinking or at a party, not only would they never hear the end from their parents, everything they worked so hard for school would just be thrown away. As their classmate was driving the two girls back home, Brielle noticed them swerving and started to beg for them to pull over to call someone else to pick them up. In the middle of the argument the driver not paying attention, zoomed past a red street light causing an oncoming car to collide right into them. All Arden can remember that night was holding Brielles hand as she took her last breath, soothing her the entire time. The classmate driving ended up with fifteen years in prison for manslaughter and a dui.

Ever since that night Arden made a promise to follow through with the dream her and her best friend promised. Getting a job serving at the Corner Pub, she was able to afford moving out of her parents and owning her own apartment located in Queens. She is attending NYU, as promised, while still trying to pick up as many shifts as she can. After the death of her best friend, Arden has tried her best to keep a smile on her face and always uphold herself with the best manners as her parents have always taught her. Though sometimes she can’t help snapping at somebody who holds the lack of common sense.

✹ Cute little facts

Never had a serious relationship, had flings, but never went too far

She is very family oriented and dreams of having a big family one day

She is very focused on school and her job, and maintaining her life.

She loves reading, whenever she has free time she picks up a new book.

She does enjoy drinking, seeing as shes a server at the pub regularly she will take shots with the regulars.

She doesn’t smoke.

She goes on a morning run every morning to keep herself up and ready for the day.

This is her last year serving as at the end of her school year her internship nursing starts and she will only have more year of school left until her degree.

✹ Connections

Brothers: (Arden is the youngest out of four children and the only girl. Shes very close with them and they are super protective of their little sister)

Close Friend: (Ardens next best thing to a best friend. She doesn’t open up to many people but this person she does more than other.)

Flings: (Just a little hookup on the side)

Coworkers: (Arden has been at her job for five years, starting when she was only twenty so its safe to say she has coworkers shes closer with.)

Students: (Someone else attending school or who just has the same interest in medical like she does.

The One Who Got Away: (Ardens never been in a relationship but if she were to picture her future husband/wife she would picture this person)

[pvrkacciosan]

Goodness I miss Brielle....

1 - Sarah should be scared because your own characters are really good af

2 - That part really gave me chills 👉🏻 "Remember, Even a whisper isn't safe in the darkness, "

3 - I will kill Aedion. I love him BUT DON'T DARE TO BE DISRESPECTFUL WITH MY BABIES

The final part gimme chills too CAUSE IT'S SO GOOD

First off... I missed you too. 🥺🥺

I honestly have missed writing soooo much and your responses always make me enjoy coming back,

I am very thankful for your review on my characters, I love them as if they were real sometimes.

And well Keep that quote in mind, You might want to remember it...

That's all I can say at the moment

But thanks again, already working on my plotting for the rest of the book, working out the timings, I think you'll be happy to know there is probably only like another 3 maybe 4 chapter left in the Empire of Storms section of this book, and lets just say...

Nah I'll leave you to wait, Already working on the next part. Until next time.

[btsqualityy]

You know how you always write in your haruxbri drabbles that she often sits on his lap when they have breakfast?☺️I can imagine that when they have their day off and haru still wakes up a bit early to work on some things on his laptop and bri on his lap tries so hard to take him back to bed like:🤣

Brielle: haruuu, can we go back to bed?🥺

Haru: my love I have to finish this and then we go back to bed

Brielle: okay😔

*2 minutes later*

Brielle: are you done now?😇

Haru: not yet, give me ten minutes okay? Just be patient for a second

Brielle: uhm.. fine🥺

*like 1 minute later he stops typing to look at his wife and bri lifts her head up with a little smile, her chubby cheeks on display.*

Haru: *closes his laptop and lifts her up bridal style and carries her upstairs*

Brielle: *giggles as haru presses kisses all over her face*

Haru: okay so since plans for the morning have changed, i'm going to take you to bed, make love to you, then take a little nap, then make love again and then another nap sooo.. we're not leaving our bedroom in at least 3 hours!

Brielle: but we are at my parents' house for lunch today remember?

Haru: that means we're gonna be lateeee!😌

Haru would not be able to resist Bri at all 😭even if he tries lol

[gnomeyflamingo]

✮ Atreo’s 1st Day at High School ✮

It’s Atreo’s first day at high school and we arrive at Copperdale High to find Aldo playing football right in front of the school bus for... reasons?

Our new heir has arrived feeling confident as always.

Atreo: “Morning Esma.”

Esma: “Hi-”

Zehra: “Move on Esma. Atreo's mine.”

Esma: “No he isn't. You're such an embarrassment."

Zehra: “He is, he just doesn't know it yet. But he will. Soon."

Summer: “Hi there students.”

Zehra: “Stop breathing Atreo’s air Principal Summer. You’re unworthy to even be in his presence.”

Summer: “Excuse me?”

Zehra: “Stop. Breathing. Now. Or. Regret. It.”

Atreo: “Just ignore Zehra. I am.” Chase: “Huh? What’s going on here?”

Zehra: “Ew a rando. Go away.”

Chase: "What? But I’m Chase, a student!"

Atreo: “Zehra got even worse since she rolled the erratic trait.”

Zehra: “You're still here. Breathing Atreo's air. Most unwise."

Summer: “Worrying. Shame the High School expansion didn’t come with a counsellor."

Meanwhile…

Brielle: “I can’t remember wearing this top? Did the Watcher update our wardrobe?”

*Goes into the kitchen*

Brielle: “Honey, the strangest thing happened-"

Brielle: *freaks out* “Oh my Watcher, you have a beard now?!”

Alejandro: “Yes. I woke up with it this morning. I assume I grew it overnight. Do you like it?”

Brielle: I think it looks sexy. Very mature and I’m totally into the salt and pepper look. You’re aging like a mighty fine wine Mr Atherstone.” Alejandro: “Oh my~”

Atreo: *claims locker by staring at it?*

Asmara: “Atreo hey! Recognise me? No peeking in your relationship panel.”

Atreo: “OMW Asmara! Of course! Erm.. Where did your hearing aids go?"

Asmara: "Hidden in my earrings I think.”

(Can’t wear earrings with hearing aids, why EA?!)

Atreo: “I have to say, you grew up gorgeous.”

Asmara: “Oh really?”

Atreo: “Absolutely! You’re totally the most beautiful sim to ever exist.”

Asmara: *giggles* “Atreo, you flatter me.”

Atreo: “I can keep going?”

Asmara: “Please do.”

Atreo: “I see you got the art lover trait. That’s amazing, you’re so interesting and creative!”

Asmara: “Omw right up my romance meter!” 

Atreo: “Gah! Principal Summer, how-?”

Summer: “I saw you being happy and realised I can’t let that happen. Your mother used me as a free cleaner then kicked me out of the Good Timers. I want revenge.”

Atreo: “Well go bother her then!”

Summer: “Brielle’s not here, but you are.”

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