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lvnleah · 29 days ago

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Pumpkin carving.

a little cute Halloween one about Rory doing pumpkin carving :)

You couldn’t believe how big the pumpkin were. It took Viv to carry it into the kitchen and set it on the table. They’d found one just for you, too, a smaller, bumpy pumpkin that you thought was a little funny-looking, but perfect.

“Ready to make some spooky faces, Roo?” Beth asked as she set the pumpkin down in front of you.

You nodded, bouncing up and down on your stool. “Yes! I want scary eyes, Mummy!”

Viv tied a little apron around you, brushing a kiss on your forehead. “Of course! But first, we need to get all the gooey stuff out of the inside okay?”

When Viv made the first cut around the top of the pumpkin, you peered inside, eyes wide as the stringy, slimy insides wobbled. She lifted the top off, and you let out a giggle and a tiny “Ew!”

Beth chuckled, holding up the lid so you could see better. “Yeah, it’s a bit messy, isn’t it?”

Viv handed you a big spoon, “Here, mijn meisje. You can help scoop it all out.”

You gripped the spoon tightly, poking it into the pumpkin’s insides and trying your hardest to scoop out a clump. But the spoon just wasn’t cutting it, so you decided to use your hands. The seeds squished between your fingers as you pulled them out, and you couldn’t stop laughing.

“Look, Mummy!” you said, holding up a handful of pumpkin guts.

Beth gasped dramatically. “Oh no! It’s the pumpkin monster!”

The pumpkin guts were sticky and slippery and also a bit stinky. After a while, you had a big pile of it on the table, and the inside of the pumpkin was empty.

“Okay, now we get to draw the face,” Beth said, holding out a marker. “What kind of face are we going to make, munchkin?”

You thought about it, scrunching your face up as you decided. “Um… I want it to be scary! With triangle eyes!”

Viv nodded, taking the marker from Beth and drawing two big triangles on the pumpkin. “How’s this, Roo?”

You smiled wide, then grabbed the marker with both hands and added a jagged mouth, wiggling the pen back and forth. “It’s scary, right?”

Beth laughed, nodding. “Very scary, munchkin!”

They each took turns helping you with the carving. Viv showed you how to handle the little carving tools, and Beth helped cut around the mouth, pretending to make spooky growling sounds that made you giggle so much your tummy hurt. You liked watching the pumpkin’s face come together, bit by bit, until finally, it was all done.

When Viv put a small light inside, the whole face lit up, glowing orange in the dim kitchen. You gasped, clapping your hands with excitement. “It’s so spooky! Look, Mummy, Mamma! It’s alive!”

Viv wrapped an arm around Beth’s waist, “You did a fantastic job, Roo. You’re a pumpkin-carving expert!”

Beth crouched down beside you, admiring the pumpkin’s glowing face. “It’s the spookiest pumpkin I’ve ever seen! You did such a good job, my girl.”

Proud of your hard work, you bounced up and down, still staring at the pumpkin. “Can we make another one?”

Viv reached for the little bumpy pumpkin they’d found just for you. “How about this one, Roo? We can make a funny face this time.”

You grinned, already feeling the excitement bubbling up again. “Yes! A silly face!”

Viv handed you the marker, and you got to work, carefully drawing big, round eyes and a wobbly, lopsided mouth. This time, you wanted to make it look funny like it was surprising. Beth laughed as she watched, you added eyebrows that went way up, making it look even sillier.

When it was time to carve, Beth took your hand, guiding it gently as you worked together on the eyes. You liked how she showed you where to be careful, but she still let you do most of it. Viv helped with the mouth, and you giggled every time you wobbled the knife, making the pumpkin’s silly expression even goofier.

Once it was finished, Viv placed a tiny light inside, and when it glowed, you all burst into laughter. The pumpkin’s wide, goofy grin looked even sillier than you imagined, and it made you feel so happy seeing it come to life.

Beth gave you a little squeeze. “Two perfect pumpkins! One scary and one silly. Which one do you like best, Roo?”

You thought about it, looking between the two glowing pumpkins. “I like them both!” you finally decided, holding onto both of your mums’ hands. “One for scaring people and one for making them laugh.”

Viv kissed the top of your head. “Perfect answer, mijn meisje.”

“Can we do another one?” you asked, bouncing up and down, still full of excitement.

Beth shook her head, smiling. “We can do another one tomorrow. It’s getting close to bedtime, little monster.”

You pouted, sticking your lip out and looking up at them with your biggest, widest eyes. “But I’m not tired, Mummy…”

Viv crouched down, “How about a story before bed, then? You can pick one, and we’ll read it together.”

Your pout turned into a big smile as you nodded. “Okay! A Halloween story!”

After washing your pumpkin-covered hands at the sink, you ran into your room and picked out your favourite Halloween book, cuddling up in bed with Twix while Viv and Beth sat on either side of you.

They read you the story with silly voices, making you giggle all over again. Soon, your eyes felt heavy, and the pages of the book started to blur as Beth’s voice softened. You drifted off, with happy thoughts of your pumpkin friend glowing in the kitchen, lighting up the cosy October night.

#lvnleah #awfc #beth mead x vivianne miedema #our little love #rory miedema

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profound-imagination · 1 year ago

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A Whole New World - Fenrys Moonbeam

A/N: So this could potentially be the start of a new series if people want it.

In which our O/C Rory wakes up somewhere she didn't know.

W/C - 3.1k

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What a terrible date. Awareness flared through her in boughts. She could hear people talking, they sounded panicked. "Miss? Miss can you hear me?" Her eye was pried open, a bright light shined into it and then the other. "No pupil response." Darkness again. Am I dying? She thought. How did I end up like this? It hurt to think. She couldn't move.

"She's losing a lot of blood! Miss? Can you hear me?" She tried to pry her eyes open but it was like someone had glued them shut, tried to ask the person to be quiet because her head hurt but she couldn't. "Found her purse, name is Aurora West, she's 20 and according to the lanyard in here she's a veterinary nurse." She cringed to herself, no one but her grandmother called her Aurora, she was Rory, she tried to move her mouth to tell them but nothing happened, she faded again.

The sound of a horn, a moment of panic and pain, then nothingness. It repeated over and over for she didn't know how long. Horn, panic, pain. Horn, panic, pain. Horn, panic, pain. And then she woke up and remembered nothing of the darkness or what had happened. Had she been kidnapped?

Rory had two emotions flood through her as her eyes opened. Relief that she was alive and breathing. Confusion at the fact she'd woken in the middle of a lush forest, the sun shining down on her face, the mossy ground was soft on her back and she wanted to curl into it and fall back to sleep but she needed to figure out where she was and how she'd ended up here.

She pushed herself up to her feet and realised then that she was barefoot. She was also wearing a light linen dress that looked like something from a storybook. What was happening? She owned nothing like this, if she wasn't in her scrubs she was in leggings and a big t-shirt. Nevermind that, no one wore dresses like this unless they were in some kind of play or TV show.

A branch snapped behind her and she span. She saw no immediate threat as she scanned the trees around her but she didn't know where she was or what would be considered as a threat. Were there bears in this area? Wolves and Mountain Lions? She didn't know but she pushed down her rising panic and picked a direction and started walking. She was a city girl, no one had ever taught her to follow the sun or how to identify which way was North, she couldn't identify constellations or survive in the wild so she had to find civilization quickly.

She'd been walking for hours, the sun was setting and her feet were essentially torn to ribbons as she stumbled through roots and brambles. Rory fought hard against the panic that was slowly gripping her like a vice, what if she was walking away from safety and further into the woods? She was cursing herself for all her late night scrolling about creatures that supposedly lived in the woods, ones that preyed on humans when they strayed off the trail, well she was so far off any kind of trail she wasn't sure one even existed. She was tired and cold, hungry and thirsty when through the trees she saw the flickering of a fire. Fire meant people right?

Rory approached the group, fully prepared to beg whoever was there for help, for water, she didn't care. The hairs on the back of her neck rose but she ignored it. As she grew closer she noticed something wasn't right about these people but again, she ignored it. "Excuse me? I'm lost and I need some help." All their attention turned to her at once. The orange glow cast upon their faces made her shudder. Their faces were sewn together as if they were wearing masks of skin. the more she took them in the more stitches she noticed, something really wasn't right with these people.

The one closest to her gave her a sickly smile, his teeth all wrong, sharp and jagged with pieces of what she assumed was flesh stuck in between them. Rory took a tentative and involuntary step back. A female approached his side and took her in. "She's pretty." Her voice was terrifying. "I want her." She said, the male looked down at his female counterpart and said in almost a lover's voice, "Then you shall have her." And he lunged.

Rory fell back another step as he lunged for her and then froze at the roar that came from their right. A flash of white launched through the air between them as the male swiped at what should've been her chest with claws that he shouldn't have. The wolf as she now realised it was, yelped as it went down, claws meeting its side instead of her and then it stood, shook itself off and growled. Rory's blood ran cold at the sound, it promised death she thought and prayed that it didn't promise hers.

Her assailants seemed to know this wolf, their panic and excitement was palpable. "The White Wolf!" The leader smiled that horrible smile again, "What a prize!" His female counterpart smiled an equally disturbing smile at him. "We'll both do well today."

A wolf. Rory had never seen a wolf in real life. Big dogs she'd dealt with plenty being a veterinary nurse but never a wolf and she knew through her training that wolves shouldn't be as big as this one was, not even the biggest wolf of record was as big as this one was. She couldn't stop staring as this magnificent beast stood between her and them. It turned its head once to look at her and huffed. "Run." Is what it seemed to say with that huff and its onyx eyes. But she didn't. She couldn't move as she watched the wolf tear into these people and them tearing back at the wolf.

It was over as quickly as it began. The only ones left standing were the male and female who had spoken to her originally and the wolf. Now bleeding in multiple places and his fur now more red than white. Still it stood it's ground between her and them, it had never once given them any ground to get closer to her. "This isn't over!" The female hissed, "I will have her!" The wolf sunk into a defensive stance, one she'd seen dogs make time and time again. The pair made no move to attack and the wolf continued to hold his ground as they backed away.

It wasn't until they were out of sight that the wolf turned and looked at her. Part of her was screaming at her that she should've run while he was distracted, the other part seemed convinced that she was perfectly safe with this apex predator walking towards her slowly, as if she was a deer about to bolt. He'd give chase if she did, she knew that. Deep in her very being she knew that this wolf was no threat and that it had chosen her to protect. "Thank you." Rory breathed out when it was stood directly in front of her, the words shakier than she wanted. "You saved me." The wolf seemed to understand her well enough as it dipped its head once and she couldn't resist the urge to scratch his ears while his head was down.

The wolf's head shot straight back up and she withdrew her hands. "I'm sorry!" She started to ramble, "It was a reward, like with dogs, when their good you scratch their ears and give them loves, I was just trying to thank you and obviously I know you aren't a dog, well you are kinda, like a really really big dog-" she was cut off as the wolf huffed again and Rory would swear for as long as she lived that it was laughing at her as it lowered its head again and nudged her hand. She started up her scratches again and the rumble that left the wolf's chest sounded content as she brought her second hand up to fuss him as well. "See, I knew you'd love this, you're just a good boy who deserves all the pets aren't you?" She asked in that stupid voice that everyone uses to talk to their pets.

"You're hurt!" She suddenly remembered and the wolf's huff sounded annoyed this time as she stopped her ministrations at the top of his head and around his ears. "Will you let me have a look?" She asked as its onyx eyes met hers once more. Instead the wolf walked past her a few meters before stopping and looking back at her expectantly. Rory didn't move. The wolf looked back into the forest and back at her and huffed in annoyance. "Oh!" She gasped, "You want me to follow you?" He lowered his head once more, his way of telling her yes she assumed.

With a quick consideration that she must be out of her mind to follow a wild wolf into the forest once more she moved to follow him. He waited until she was level with his front legs and started to walk again. "My name's Rory." She told him as they began to walk, she didn't know why, it's not as if he could use it, it just felt like the right thing to do. He kept pace with her, never once leaving her behind, he even allowed her to have a hand in the fur of his back to keep herself steady. She wasn't sure how long she'd walked for before they came across a shallow river. The wolf bounded forward and splashed happily through the water, rinsing the blood from his fur and his maw. Rory laughed at him from the bank, "You really are just a big puppy aren't you?" He bound towards her, the intent clear and she took a step back, "Don't you dare!" It was too late, he'd caught the end of her dress in his teeth and had dragged her into the river with him.

She could've sworn the wolf was laughing at her again as she resurfaced, hair plastered to her face, dress floating around her waist and completely see through. "I can't believe you did that!" She swept her arm across the water, splashing the wolf. "It does feel nice on my feet though." He lowered his head once more as if to say, "I know." She pulled herself out of the river and wrung out her hair. "Will you please let me look at your injuries now? You've started to limp, you must be in pain." He shook his head slightly and instead looked up the hill on the other side of the river, a cabin stood atop it. "We're going up there?" He lowered his head. "Will you let me look and help you when we get there?" He lowered his head again. It was getting dark and the temperature was dropping quickly so Rory scratched behind his ear and agreed.

Rory pushed the door open to the cabin, relieved that that had made it. The wolf was struggling now, despite the fun they'd had in the river, she knew he'd over exerted himself and he then helped her up the hill, walking behind her and pushing on her legs and lower back to support her up the steeper parts. The wolf limped in behind her and a fire roared to life in the hearth as soon as he entered. "Okay that was weird." Rory mumbled to herself. The wolf had curled himself in front of the fire and was closing his eyes to rest when she interrupted him. "No, no sleep, let me check!" He huffed in annoyance but let her fuss over him. There wasn't much she could do, she realised, not without any kind of kit. She tore open cupboards in the kitchen and bathroom looking for any kind of first aid or sewing kit as he watched her through the one eye he had open but she came up empty. The only thing she could do is wait and see.

"I think you'll be okay to get some sleep, I'll keep an eye on you." She told him gently, her hand scratching behind his ears again. It wasn't long until he was asleep. She considered running, but it was the middle of the night now, where could she run too? Besides, she was completely safe with the wolf beside her, she knew that in the very marrow of her being. He'd keep her safe, she thought as she drifted off to sleep.

When she woke, she was warm. She could see from her spot on the floor that the fire had gone out so why was it so deliciously warm. She cracked her eyes open and let them adjust to the light but as they did, something tightened around her middle. She looked down to find arms wrapped around her, keeping her pinned to a big, warm chest. Someone was curled around her and the wolf was nowhere in sight.

Rory screamed, as loud as she could, hoping the wolf would hear her. Instead the man behind her shot up, dagger already in his hand and moved in front of her into a defensive position quicker than she could comprehend. She scrambled backwards, as far away from him as possible before her back hit the wall and she had cornered herself.

The man turned to face her, "Rory, what is it? What's wrong?" She paled, "How do you know my name? Have you been following us? Where is the wolf? There was a wolf here!" He lowered his dagger, then dropped it completely. "I know your name because you told it to me, I wasn't following you, I was walking with you, it's me Rory, I'm the wolf." He told her gently, hands up in surrender and he took one small step forward as if she was a skittish animal. "That's impossible! Men don't turn into animals!" She threw back at him. He took another step. "You're right, men don't, but some Fae Males do, and Females."

This man was insane, she needed to leave, to find a way past him and out of the cabin but still, that feeling of safety remained. "Fae? What's a fae?" She asked. "You're not from around here are you? I'm a fae, see?" He showed her his pointed ears and his sharp canines. "We're faerie folk." He told her, she snorted, "Like out of story books?" He shrugged, "I'd say you're the one who is out of a story book, I'm Fenrys by the way." She couldn't believe it. "Fenrys? Like the wolf? From Norse mythology? And you're telling me I'm the one out of a story book."

"I don't know what that means," he told her, "but yes, like the wolf, see?" And with a flash of white he was the wolf from yesterday again. "It really is you?" She breathed and the Male as he'd made it quite clear that he was, stood before her again. "Why did you help me?" She asked, he flashed a flirty grin at her, "I love a damsel in distress and you're too pretty to be worn by a skinwalker." This was all too much. "How did I get here?" She asked him, "There's no Fae or Skinwalkers where I'm from, it's all just legend, folk lore, no men that can turn into wolves." He sat in front of her and crossed his legs, his hand grabbed hers gently, "I don't know Rory, but I think I know someone who might be able to help you. Besides, we don't all turn into wolves, Rowan turns into a Hawk. Dorian can be whatever he wants, so can Lysandra but their powers are vastly different." He stopped suddenly, "This is a bit much right now isn't it?" She nodded and he seemed to be thinking, "Okay, so let's take this one bit at a time, one question at a time, breakfast? Let's start with some breakfast? Sound okay?" Rory nodded at him and he gave her a gentle smile as he pulled her to her feet and steadied her by her waist as she tripped forward.

Once they'd eaten a breakfast of porridge with plenty of honey and some tea, Fenrys hunted through the cabin for something more suitable for her to wear, he came back with a pair of leggings, boots, wool socks and a loose shirt. "It's all I could find, the leggings and boots should fit but the shirt will be too big as it's mine." Rory nodded, "Thank you, is this your cabin?" That was her first question since they'd made the agreement to take it bit by bit, question by question. "It belongs to the Court, we all use it when we travel or hunt, we have them set up all around Erilea." She nodded and moved into the bathroom to change out of her dress.

He was right, the leggings did fit, very nicely in fact and they were so soft. With the thick socks on the boots fit nicely as well. He was also right about his shirt, it was huge. Rory rolled up the sleeves several times and did up half the buttons on the shirt, the other half she left undone so she could tie a knot in the shirt to shorten the length. She then tackled her hair, scraping it up into a bun on top of her head and securing it with a scrap of fabric she found on the side.

Fenrys stopped moving when she re-emerged from the bathroom and he was staring. "What's Erilea?" Rory asked, deciding to ignore his stares, but she couldn't hide the blush that stained her cheeks at the attention of such a beautiful male. She'd been subtly staring at him since this morning. "Is it where we are?" She continued her question. Fenrys pulled himself back into the room and stopped staring at her, "Yes, that's the continent you're on."

He approached her and wrapped a green cloak around her and secured it at her neck. Rory danced happily as she squealed, "I look like I'm in Lord of the Rings, like I'm part of the Fellowship! Are we off to destroy the one ring?" She asked him and Fenrys just looked confused, "I don't know what that is." He told her and she laughed, "I get the feeling we're about to walk a lot, I'll tell you the story of Lord of the Rings as we go." He nodded once and shouldered the pack he'd been putting together while she got changed.

"Ready?" He asked, smiling down at her, god he was tall and beautiful. Rory nodded at him and she took the hand he offered her. "Where are we going anyway?" She asked him, his smile broadened. "To see Aelin."

#throne of glass #crown of midnight #heir of fire #assassin's blade #queen of shadows #empire of storms #tower of dawn #kingdom of ash #fenrys x reader #fenrys moonbeam #fenrys x oc

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cloudbattrolls · 7 months ago

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I often change my designs a fair bit as I go. Either from updating things from rp/story events or because I tweak things for personal preference.

Ullane still looks basically the same but I added her tail a few years after I made her at a former friend’s suggestion and her current markings and eye color are due to post-horrorterror possession aftereffects.

Tuuya has changed a good deal since I made them. Body type, facial marks, I tweaked their ear style a bit, I gave them a little overbite because it was Rory’s idea. And they have gray streaks now.

Thrixe has changed the least but his horns are larger and a little different than they used to be and his mouth is jagged. I also changed up his fins a little and learned to draw his hair properly in the seven years since I’ve had him.

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larrysficlibrary · 7 months ago

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Non-famous/non-famous

Fics where neither Harry or Louis are famous

❥ Shake Me Down [209K] ♡ AGreatPerhaps12

Harry's new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

❥ all we can do is keep breathing [310k] ♡ thealmightyavocado

"Harry, I- I'm so sorry..." Louis stutters out, trying to keep his voice level and even, to portray a depiction of strength, but with the way Harry is looking at him, staring at him like he has a personal passage way straight to Louis' soul, it's so hard, nearly impossible. That simple opening phrase, that short introductory acknowledgement that is often rushed out so easily, painlessly, at a safe distance. Giving a doctor the ability to portray empathy without true emotion, without feeling the full brunt and sheer force of the underlying pain itself. But Louis feels it, he feels the crushing agony laced behind the phrase, he feels the weight of the painful words, slipping from his lips, the cause and effect that the three-word expression holds. The distantly empty "I'm so sorry" that doctors through out in self-preservation, isn't at all empty for him. Louis recognizes it, he understands it, he feels it. ✚☤✚ a fated story of two broken and battered boys who barely survived the unimaginable and how the love of one little brave girl defies all the odds and somehow puts them back together.

❥ one breath at a time [557k WIP] ♡ thealmightyavocado

"Louis, I know it's hard, but I need you to focus and tell me exactly what happened, ok?" Louis is shaking uncontrollably, his hands, his heart, his mind, nothing is stable, nothing is ok. He feels untethered, boundless in time, yet paradoxically his entire life is torturously bound to this very moment. Absolutely nothing he tells his mind serves to calm his racing thoughts, he commands his body to move and his body betrays him, commands lips to speak, but no words form. All Louis can do is blindly stare at the sickeningly heavy blood coating his arms, dripping to his trembling fingers. Tears ceaselessly pour down his cheeks despite how hard he squeezes his eyes shut, trying desperately to calm himself enough to utter a sound. An he can't breathe, despite all of his failed efforts to catch his wandering breath and gasp a much-needed lungful of oxygen, his diaphragm constricts further still, suffocating him from the inside out. breathe, breathe, breathe Louis forces a sharp inhale that hurts as the breath expands his stilted lungs, god it hurts. Like stabbing his chest with a serrated knife, dragging the jagged blade through his heart over and over and over again until there is nothing left.

❥ so...how's parenting going? vol. i: the case of the imaginary friend [8k] ♡ thealmightyavocado

"Louis." Harry utters slowly, the infection of his voice teetering on the edge of hysteria. But Louis doesn't even have the words. How could he? All Louis can do is shake his head in disbelief, pinching the bridge of his nose as pure stress begins to radiate throughout his entire body. The scent alone is enough to knock a grown man to his knees. "Louis. There is shit on the ceiling." Harry sounds like he's on the verge of an actual breakdown, body so tense it's a wonder how he hasn't completely snapped yet. "Actual shit plastered. To. The. Ceiling!" And it's not just that there's shit on the ceiling. It's on the walls and the floors and the tub and the sink and just-fucking everywhere. Toilet paper draped like fucking streamers at a birthday party. But this is no birthday party. No, this is a thing of nightmares, it is the work of a terror. A terror shaped exactly like their three-year-old son. "RORY!" Louis screams at the very peak of his lung capacity. "It wasn't me!" A tiny innocent voice calls back. "I swear! I swear! I swear!" or Harry and Louis' three-year-old son has an imaginary friend that is making their life a living, breathing hell.

❥ so...how's parenting going? vol. ii: the case of the missing wedding guest [9k] ♡ thealmightyavocado

"Rory, my darling, that was before we had you." Louis tries to explain as soothingly as possible. Rory blinks up at Louis in absolute confusion as his expression starts to pale. "...What?" "Papa and I got married before you were born, Ro." Harry explains gently, sitting up on the couch. "But...but...but..." Rory mutters repeatedly on a loop as if he's starting to glitch. He shakes his curls as a deep frown pulls his little brows together, at a loss for what this means. There's confusion in his eyes along with growing frustration that is sure to lead to a full-blown toddler meltdown. "Where is...ME!" Or three-year-old Rory just doesn't understand why he wasn't invited to his parents' wedding.

❥ so...how's parenting going? vol. iii: the case of the four-year-old baby [13k] ♡ thealmightyavocado

"So, honey...um...Papa and I wanted to talk to you because uh well- our family is going to be getting a little bigger soon because uh..." "We're having another baby." Louis finishes, just ripping the band aid off. Who knows how long Harry would have dragged that sentence out for. Rory instantly pauses, settling his legs as he sits up slowly. "No. I'm your baby." "Yes, you are our baby, but we are getting another one too." Harry explains gently. "No, you can not. Just me...I'm baby. I'm the only baby." "You're our first baby." Louis tries next, rubbing Rory's back supportively. "No." Rory argues, his signature deep frown appearing on his forehead. "Yes-" "No." He repeats seriously, looking them dead in the eye. "No." or while preparing for the arrival of their second child, nearly four-year-old Rory expresses his sincere disapproval of getting a new addition to their family.

❥ so...how's parenting going? vol. iv: the case of the reoccurring announcement [19k] ♡ thealmightyavocado

Louis ruffles Rory's floppy curls, sitting down on the stool closest to his son. "Rory, sweetheart, you know you don't have to announce everything for us to listen to you." "Yes, I do." Rory insists adamantly, eyes wide. "Why?" Harry asks again, hoping to grasp just a single ounce of understanding into the innerworkings of this child's mind. "Why Rory?" The question seems to utterly trigger Rory. "Cuz you don't listen to me! I just told you! See! You're not listening!" "Rory-" "Listen, Daddy Listen!" Rory stresses urgently." I am listening, Rory I promise, I'm listening to you!" Harry frustratedly pledges. Rory shakes his head stubbornly, not at all willing to budge on his perspective. "Nuh uh. You only listen to Winnie now. I'm invisible." or ever since the arrival of his baby sister, Rory no longer believes that his parents are really paying attention to him. Taking matters into his own four-year-old hands, he decides to announce everything he does.

❥ These Hallowed Woods [36k] ♡ snowcaplou

Before he can allow himself to feel bad for himself, Harry is coming back into the cave. He's changed into his wolf form and hanging from his bloody maw is the largest bear pelt that Louis has ever seen. The first thought that enters his mind is how. How did Harry manage to kill something so big when his best trackers can barely find scraps in these woods. The second thought the flies through his mind is: Oh fuck. Because Harry has just laid a pelt at his feet. There's no mistaking what is happening any longer. Harry has just presented Louis with an invitation for courtship. OR Louis becomes Luna of the Tomlinson Pack after the untimely death of his father, the Pack Alpha. Saddled with his newfound responsibility and an unpleasantly demanding pack council, he finds secret respite in the arms of a rogue wold that camps out just outside his territory. The only problem? The rogue has no idea who Louis actually is, and as Louis falls harder and harder for the man he escapes to every night, the weight of his lies steers him along a path of certain misery.

❥ Green Jello [2k] ♡ Orphan account

In Liam's defense, he'd mostly been joking. Louis didn't see it that way, of course, but he wasn't sure anyone else would either, had their best friend dared them to jump into the ocean in the middle of December "for the vine", and they'd ended up in the hospital with nasty case of pneumonia and a very high chance of being stuck there through Christmas. *** Louis is stuck in the hospital for the holidays. The only spot of hope is his unfairly pretty nurse.

❥ Dear Santa [21k] ♡ Snowy38

"Dear Santa...I know you're very busy and you have lots of toys to make but I wondered if this year I could ask for something else. I changed my mind about the puppy and I'd like to ask if you can help me instead." Miss Fields looks mildly bemused as Beau takes a breath. "I used to have a really cool Doctor: possibly the coolest doctor ever and then he went away only he's back and he helped me feel better and I'd really, really like it is I could say hi to him again." "Who was your doctor, Beau?" Her teacher asks. "Dr. Styles," she replies with a sweet smile. Miss Fields glances over to Sam. "He's just come back into town hasn't he? I'm sure we can arrange for you to say hello..." "My Daddy won't let me," she pouts, scratching a nail against her page a little. She's decorated it with glitter in the colours of the rainbow. "We can ask him if it's alright," Miss Fields suggests. "Perhaps he can come with us?" "Oh, can we?" Beau beams, gasping. Her teacher smiles and rests a gentle hand on her back. "Think of something else you'd like to ask Santa for," she suggests.

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When they reach the top of the steps, Harry puts the buggy down gently. "Thank you," Louis says. "My hero." Harry laughs. "You don't need rescuing," he says. or Louis didn't think that motherhood would be easy, but he certainly wasn't prepared for a certain alpha called Harry appearing each time he needs help until accepting is no longer a difficult thing to do.

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Louis is a 30 year old multi-billionaire with a very dark past. He is violent and is a sadist with a taste for pain. Harry Styles is a 19 year old student who sets out to London after being kicked out by his homophobic father to follow his dreams. He wants to go to the best University to study but he needs a lot of money so he starts to work as a part time stripper at a gay club to support his studies and his life. The club he works at, Garland's, is part owned by Louis Tomlinson. When they meet, its life changing for the both of them.

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"Look at me," Harry demands lowly, suddenly grabbing Louis' jaw and forcing their eyes together. Louis' face is squished in between the fingers, wide eyes looking up at him when he sneaks a gloved thumb in the corner of his mouth. He smiles, the finger tugging on his bottom lip and opening his mouth slightly, "That's better, blue." Louis' shoulders hunch slightly at the nickname, neck straining to maintain eye contact, his panties get tighter as his cock hardens at the sight, eyes blinking slowly to ease the stinging tears. Catching a glimpse of the growing bulge in Harry's navy trousers, the standing man notices, tsking and shaking his head disappointedly, "I thought you were going to be good tonight. What happened?" "It's just-" Louis looks up at him again with watery eyes, babbling around the thumb in his mouth, "Haven't got to play with you for so long, sir. I need-" Harry nods sympathetically and Louis cuts himself off. "I know, baby. It's okay." the glove fic

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brittanagirlcrush · 8 months ago

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Corrected Ask (Probably an Unpopular Opinion)

So. On my computer - for some unknown reason - a red heart showed as black and the orange showed as red. I answered the orange - thinking it was red. On my phone, I discovered the mistake.

So ... without further ado ... the answer to the ask that was actually asked:

❤: Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

Brittany. Hands down. They either make her this paragon of perfection who can do EVERYTHING and ANYTHING (fix a car? sure. Write out a complex math equation? Of course. Play every instrument known to man? Yup. Run a restaurant? Play soccer? Play football? Yup. Yep. Yes.), stupid, or simply there to support Santana. Which is actually an insult to Santana as well.

Brittany is AWESOME. But she was far from perfect (and I also think HeMo was almost criminally underrated). She was a bit of a mean girl (not as bad as Santana or Quinn); she insulted people, made fun of people. She didn't slushie or get violent but she didn't exactly play nice. She flat out told Rachel "I hate you" in ... S2, I think. (Maybe S1). She made fun of Marley's mom in S4 (so I heard, I have not watched much of S4.) She made fun of Quinn in S1 (probably buying bigger pants). Even in S6 in "Homecoming" Rachel says something about "they would never make fun of me" and Brittany comments "Not to her face" and in "Jagged Little Tapestry" she goes off on Tina (and she finds Santana's insults toward Rachel hilarious in 100, New Directions, and Jagged Little Tapestry).

Brittany is just as complex as any other character (maybe even more so than Rachel who is pretty much one dimensional - the whole run of the show, she doesn't grow as a person. She's going to be a star no matter who she hurts in the process - Rachel won't fail, the Glee gods forbade it).

Brittany isn't stupid. Unconventionally intelligent would be my thought. Math Genius. Emotional Genius - she reads people better than anyone else on the show (especially Santana) ... in S1 she's portrayed as the vapid, sexually fluid, sidekick. In S2 - she starts out being vapid and accepting of Santana's behavior but evolves starting with "Duets" ... she stops accepting the crumbs Santana offers, she wants more and sets out to get what she wants. She hurts Artie, which actually bothers her so she sets out to make it right. (We don't get to see that - we see Artie break it off with her then we see them together in "Furt" with no explanation how they got there).

She displays her intelligence the only way she knows how; roundabout, metaphorically. She wants to know what Santana feels. She recognizes Santana isn't ready to be out and be the person Brittany knows she can be and doesn't want to hurt Artie (again) just because Santana said "I love you" but hasn't grown enough to not want it to be "real".

S3 - her speech about "tornados" when running for class president - wasn't about tornados. It was about bullying/homophobia. Brittany doesn't think the way others do. Kurt is a "unicorn" ... nobody actually believe Brittany thinks Kurt is a unicorn disguised as a human.

She knows Rory is playing her - and she uses it.

Brittany is a MASTER level troll. All of Comeback is one big Brittany trolling Rachel episode. She trolls Rory. There are sign all throughout Glee of Brittany just ... making fun of people in such a way they think she's stupid. There's a look she gives Rachel in Comeback; Rachel is walking away from Brittany (who is wearing leg warmers on her arms and one of her fuzzy hats) and the look on Brittany's face says it all. It's sly as a fox. She knows what Rachel wants and is deliberately doing something different.

Her "Lord Tubbington" stories are her way of working through things she can't put voice to (usually her difficulties with Santana).

One would assume, since she rides Motocross, she at least knows how to maintain/fix her bike. She's not the strongest singer (although she greatly improved throughout the series). As far as we know, she doesn't play any instruments. She's a phenomenal dancer.

She is non-confrontational.

When the pregnancy scare happens - I have no doubt she made up the "stork" thing on the fly because she didn't want to talk to Artie about it until she was sure (and certainly not in front of a room full of people). There is no doubt in my mind that Brittany knows where babies come from (her line in S1 about Quinn buying bigger pants would suggest she does know that much). There is no way that Santana didn't make sure that Brittany knew about safe sex/birth control. The look Santana gives her (when Brittany says the stork is building its nest) is one of disbelief; she knows Brittany's trolling/making stuff up. I have no doubt that, after that scene/at the end of the day, Santana took Brittany to the pharmacy and bought half a dozen pregnancy tests so they could make sure.

She is terrible at school. This does not make her stupid. She doesn't do stupid things. I want to say it's Sue who points out the Special Ed in McKinley is a joke; which means there's absolutely NO ONE who would be able to help Brittany. I find myself annoyed at her parents for not knowing she needed help. I find myself wondering why Emma Pillsbury wasn't all over the fact that Brittany was failing EVERY SINGLE CLASS ALL YEAR LONG. I don't know about you but in my high school there were plenty of warnings from teachers/guidance counselors when you were in danger of failing. How does she get from September to June without ANYONE mentioning that "if you don't bring your grades up you won't be graduating".

I mean, I get that Santana had other things on her mind but ... in order to get a 0.0 GPA, Brittany would have had to fail EVERY test and not turn in ANY homework. Does anyone really believe Santana and Brittany didn't do homework together?

Of course, Glee messed us up anyway because there is no way Brittany gets to her senior year with a 0.0 GPA. She has, evidently, never failed a grade in twelve years of schooling (her first senior year she's either 17 or 18, the normal age for a senior in the US). Um ... how is it possible that Brittany never failed a grade but completely bombs senior year? Brittany wouldn't be allowed to be a Cheerio with that kind of GPA - let's not forget that Mr. Schue failed all the Cheerios who were actually failing Spanish so they couldn't be on the squad. Yet, Brittany was on that field right along with Quinn and Santana. I suppose the argument could be made that Schue just didn't fail "his" kids. But ... if Schue failing all those Cheerios got them bumped from the Squad, surely Brittany failing EVERYTHING would have precluded her from being a Cheerio. I don't think she'd be allowed to participate in Motocross or Glee, either.

Brittany is bi-lingual. Yes, it was a kind of throwaway joke in S3 ... but it came back around in S6, didn't it?

I know the whole "math genius" thing was so HeMo could leave the show ... but (see above) there are other ways that show she's not stupid.

The whole thing about the egg being a "chicken's house" and how do we know there's not a chicken in there - isn't stupidity - it's a lack of knowledge. I actually had to look it up. I was unaware of the way eggs get fertilized. I'm OLD. I am a college graduate and have a rather high IQ. I was right there with Brittany wondering how the hell did we know if there was a chicken in that egg. Lack of knowledge doesn't equal stupid.

Add to that the fact that Santana loves her and understands her. Santana doesn't strike me as someone who would be able to be in a relationship with someone who was truly stupid.

She wasn't perfect. She wasn't stupid. She is seriously underrated and underappreciated.

Wow. That really got away from me.

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writer-or-whatever · 8 months ago

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'Hug' for the WIP game <3

Found the word hug in one of my Bad Things Happen Bingo WIPs lmao. This is from the Gilmore Girls canon divergent fic that I'm writing to fill the "Trying To Wake Them Up" square.

She pushed open the car door and stumbled out, dizzy from the pain. She managed to straighten up, but the sight of her car nearly had her doubled over again. The front of her car was nearly unrecognizable, jagged crunched blue metal intermixed with the metal, wood, and plastic of the bench that they’d hit. Rory swallowed against the bile rising in her throat at the sight of Jess slumped there, unmoving, within the grotesque version of her car. She wrenched her eyes away and looked around wildly for the nearest payphone.

It wasn’t far—just across the street. But, as Rory started for it, she had a sudden sick feeling that as soon as she walked away, as soon as she couldn’t see her friend slumped over but still breathing, still alive, he wouldn’t be anymore. She couldn’t help him on her own, but how could she just leave him there?

The stinging pain from her wrist, made worse from the way she was hugging herself in distress, brought her out of her indecision. She could not keep standing here. No one else was coming. She took a large, slightly painful, breath in and rushed across the street to the payphone.

#james writes #pals #word excerpt ask game

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paradise-bi-the-dashboard-lightt · 2 years ago

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crystallizedkingdoms · 1 year ago

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CRUEL BOYS AND DROWNED SISTERS

Alex is not the only brother who drowned his sister. The Choir holds its hands on the Nameless sister and watches the wine flow.

wc: 827 / tw: suicide, death, drowning

you can also read this on ao3 <3

Carrie Mancer is dead in the Mancer’s water well.

Though we all saw her dead body below the overpass, a mess of crushed bones and satin ribbon, that is not where she lies. Though everyone saw the wooden coffin (just plain wood, barely nailed in, who can afford another child’s casket these days?) lowered six feet under the ground in the graveyard, Carrie’s body will not be found there.

Rory sees the real Carrie out of the corner of his bloodshot eyes as he tosses an empty bucket into the well. She’s dead in there, with a cracked skull and blue lips; her blood thickening the water and turning a sickly red, so thick and heavy and rotten that Rory thinks he might drop it. The rope is dirty blonde hair, weathered from water and dirt that can never be scrubbed off. The water is blood and it is all over the well. All over Rory’s hands.

A brother drowned his sister in the Mancer’s water well.

He grabbed her by the golden locks and pressed a kiss so hard against the top of her head that it made her stumble. With a gentle clutch and a loving embrace, he shoved her down the well and she took his soul with him. A brother looked down at his sister as she hit cold water, her head cracking on the jagged stone of the well walls. Soft hands cradled her bleeding head into the water, shoving it below the surface, drowning, drowning, gone.

Why hadn’t anyone stopped him? He drowned her in broad daylight, the sound of her screams and thrashing so loud that Rory hears them ringing in his ears in the present. Outside of the dirtied white picket fences, a dirty town with dirty people turned a blind eye. That attention seeking girl, crying yet again, won’t her parents shut her up? It wasn’t that they didn’t know it was happening. They knew, and they watched, from the corner of their collective eye and they smiled with yellow teeth.

For a moment, Rory thought that it wasn’t just his hands on Carrie’s head and back. All of Wind Town’s filthy hands held her down, shoving her into the well, fingernails dirtied with red blood and blonde bile. A coordinated Choir worked together to kill the child. There is no ignorance, only vile intent from each and every one of the Wind Town residents.

What a terrible lie, Rory quickly realized. The only hands on her dying body were his own.

Carrie’s blood filled the Mancer’s water well until it stained her beautiful blonde hair red.

It’s always been Rory’s fault. It’s what he’s told everyone, confessing it so loudly that his lungs fill with water and collapse. Won’t someone, anyone, see the body down there? Won’t someone see the monster that claws at the top of the well, staring down the red water like a blood-sniffing shark? Won’t someone come in and drown the monster themself? It weighs him down, cinder blocks tied to his heart, but no execution. It’s so painfully unfair.

Rory looks down the Mancer’s water well. The bucket is lowered down, dipping into the fresh corpse of his little sister. His littlest, most innocent sister. His only fucking sister! Rory thinks he might throw up, but the yellow bile that will leave his throat is just another blonde in his life he can’t scrub off. So instead he toughens up and draws the bucket towards him, dutifully watching it as the water sloshes around the whole way up.

Rory reaches towards the bucket when it’s close enough. His fingers take hold of the rim with an anger so hot he thinks he might break the wood. He rests the bucket on the edge of the well, Carrie’s body in the corner of his eye and in the bottom of his heart. Dark wells and broken hearts can’t be all that different.

Rory’s hand dips into the well water, weakly cupping the liquid until he brings it up to his lips. The sensation of cold blood against warm lips makes Rory feel sick (why is the wrong one warm, why is the wrong one cold?) and yet he continues. The brother closes his eyes, tilts his head back, and drinks the sacramental wine until his palm runs dry. It tastes like the same old water. It tastes of spring mornings and feels of satin ribbons. It tastes of Nostalgia.

He doesn’t feel better. The Sin nestles in his Soul. Far from cleansed, only further dirtied. The sister is still dead. She will always be dead.

Rory lets out a pitiful sob and hangs his head into the well. His blond hair falls past his face, reaching down to the groundwater far, far below. Rory waits for a cruel boy with blood-stained hair to drown him next.

The Mancer siblings are dead in the Mancer’s water well. They have been for a long time.

#yiik #yiik: a postmodern rpg #rory mancer #carrie mancer #suicide tw #death tw #my writing

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succubus-interactivefiction · 2 years ago

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Rory Graytail (IMS RO)

Rory Graytail Age: 23 Occupation: Guild smith and adventurer

Rory has been a central part of her guild chapter since her birth and was raised around it's many members by her mother Lillain. Most of the older members have had some impact on her life and Rory considers many of them to be her family and as such goes out of her way to protect and help them when needed. To newer members and anyone not a member of the guild she is seen as a cold, brusqe, foul-mouthed woman who has no interest in those around her. But to those she is close to she opens up and while she remains very foul-mouthed, cursing with the best of them, she becomes like a big sister and is always there with advice or a fist if needed.

Early in her life Rory discovered a rare talent for smithing when she retrieved a broken sword discarded by a noble after a duel and restored it after a month where she essentially lived in the chapters smithy and absorbed everything she could about the art. She has become so good at the craft she is regarded as one of the best in the capitol but because she is a guild member only other guildies can take advantage of her talent and despite being bribe attempts by some of the wealthiest nobles she refuses any work unless it comes from within the guild.

This attitude and her devotion to other guild members has made her the unofficial mascot of the chapter house and more then a few have had artists adorn their armor or weapons with stylized renditions of her. What Rory thinks of this is unknown as when asked about her thoughts on the matter she always steers the conversation to something else.

Despite her love of smithing Rory does not spend all of her time in the forge and splits her time out in the field taking on jobs or helping younger guild members train. Many members of the guild regret asking for her help training as they soon discover she takes it very seriously and can put many drill Sargents to shame with how loud and demeaning she can be. Those who try to get out of training with her will frequently find themselves being physically plucked out of bed at the crack of dawn and forced to runs alongside Rory. She never lets anyone who asks for help training get away from her and despite the rough time they will experience every single one will always say that they are better for it.

Because of her life smithing, training, and adventuring Rory has developed a muscular physique that puts most to shame and she is the undefeated arm wrestling champion of the chapter. Despite the intense training she has developed along the lines of her mother and has curves that frequently draw the eye of those around her. Her adorable, slightly chubby looking face seems at odds with her physique and she goes out of her way to obscure her features as she feels they can cause others to treat her delicately. She is frequently covered in dirt and grease from her work and training and she goes out of her way to flaunt the large scar under her eye in her attempts to seem more menacing then her otherwise innocent looking face can suggests.

Like her mother she has long black hair, though she also has some brown mixed in from her father. Rory's eyes are hetero-chromatic with the left one being brown and the other green. Her deceased also shared this feature but the colors were reversed. Those who hear Rory described to them are surprised to find that she is only 5'10” and even more so when they see her wielding her preferred weapon in combat.

Rory's favourite weapon is a long, narrow lance that is 6'2” long which she forged herself when she was seventeen and realized she was not going to grow any taller. The weapon resembles a lance used by mounted knights but has a thinner body which tappers into a razor sharp, jagged tip. The opposite end flares out into a hand guard that forms a howling wolf with the body jutting from it's mouth. The grip of the weapon is enchanted so that only Rory can touch it, anyone who does so without her permission will find the guard reversing back on them and clamping down on their hand. More then a few people hand lost a hand doing so.

When in combat Rory uses only the lance, leaving her other hand free. To see her wield the weapon has stunned many opponents to freeze as they admire her elegant sweeps, fierce thrusts, and strange movements. At times Rory will use the lance almost like a pole vault and hurl herself towards or over opponents by sticking the tip into the ground and propelling herself. The first battle she used the weapon in is still raved about in the chapter house after she used the lance to propel herself up and onto the back of an ogre where upon she proceeded to pummel it into submission with her fists.

Where Rory learned to fight like she has is a mystery and despite insisting she is self taught most believe she learned from some secret mentor. The truth is she did teach herself to fight with her lance, incorporating lessons she had learned growing up in the guild with her time working and learning in a strip club when she ran off for a year at nineteen. Anyone who sees her in a serious fight can sometimes spot some of the pole dancing she learned into her fighting style using her lance as a substitute. Only Soshanna knows the truth about how Rory has learned her unique style of combat.

#happysuccubus #in my skin #ro:rory #character sheet #lore drop

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Day 5

"That's gonna scar" - Rory & Kaisa

Medical situation cw, medical situation tw, injury cw, injury tw, assault mention cw, assault mention tw, stitches cw, stitches tw

“Ah, little lass,” I sighed and while I appraised my little spitfire of a friend’s latest injury. I clicked my tongue in disapproval as my fingers prodded the deep slice she’d come to me with, “what did you do this time Kai?”

Her cheeks flushed a nice shade of peony pink, making her pale skin look a little more alive than just a few moments before. I liked when she blushed, it made her dark eyes not look so serious and it seemed like she was trying to be coy. It looked like the laceration was from something dull, the edges rough and jagged. Kaisa didn’t meet my gaze and I chuckled softly.

“It’s either something dumb or serious, by the way you are blushing you did something without thought. Am I right?” I asked and grabbed some rubbing alcohol to clean the wound.

“Shut up Rory and just stitch me up,” she answered and glared at me with her eyes that reminded me of the lush Scottish fields after a good rain.

“Lassie, I need to know what you did.”

She yanked her arm from my grasp and I saw the pain flash across her features. I assumed it was something dumb. She was reckless and headstrong, always rushing into things without thought and I was sure that this was the same kind of situation. Kaisa huffed and poked at the bloody wound, wincing again.

“Promise not to lecture me?” she murmured and I put a hand over my chest.

“Cross my heart lassie, now tell me and I’ll get you taken care of,” I answered and tucked a wild lock from her blonde waves behind her ear.

Kaisa seemed to ruminate over it for a few moments, chewing on the inside of her lip. I hated that she did that. It caused undue trauma to her but no matter how many years we’d known each other I still couldn’t break her of that destructive habit.

“I got into it with my cousin again…” she murmured.

I sighed and gave her a frown. This wasn’t the first time she’d come back to Greystone from a break that one of her cousins harmed her. She’d fought with them for as long as I could remember. This was the first time one of them got her with something that would tear her skin like that.

“Which one?”

“Kristjan.”

Shaking my head I cleaned the slightly infected looking wound and gritted my teeth.

“What happened?”

“He jumped me after I called him out on being a creep. I wasn’t expecting it.”

“What did he cut you with?”

“A chisel.”

“Fucking hell Kaisa! You should have gone to the emergency room! I’m surprised it’s not gangrenous at this point,” I seethed and continued to clean the cut skin. It was deep enough that I would have to stitch her up.

“I asked you not to lecture me,” she hissed.

“Why did you wait for me to see this? You could’ve been stitched up sooner. With how long you waited that’s going to scar. It’ll never heal well enough to not be noticeable,” I answered and finished the cleaning. I reached behind me to my needle kit and grabbed what I needed.

“I didn’t want to explain it to a stranger. Also, you’re the only person with a needle I trust anywhere near me.”

She frustrated me on a constant basis. I loved my little spitfire, but damn did she struggle with taking care of herself. Instead of trying to numb the area I just started to stitch up her arm. Kaisa winced as the needle pricked her skin and pulled the thread through. Over and over again, thirteen stitches later her arm was together and I was ready to chide her for not getting herself stitched up before coming back to school. I knew she didn’t really trust other doctors or anything, but the fact that the infection could have been worse really got to me. I pulled out a bottle of medicine.

“Take two a day for a week. I don’t like the infection you already have starting. This will nip it in the bud,” I told her and shook my head.

“Lassie, you’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days. I beg of you, please try to take care of yourself,” I pleaded softly, “I don’t want to see my little spitfire get sick or hurt.”

#original drabble #original content #febuwhump2023 #febuwhump #medical situation cw #medical situation tw #injury cw #injury tw #assault cw #assault tw #stitches cw #stitches tw

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❥ ao3: thealmightyavocado ❥ tumblr: @avocadolouie ❥ Twitter: thealmightyavo ❥ Series ♡ all we can do is keep breathing ♡ so...how's parenting going

❥ all we can do is keep breathing [310k] ♡ thealmightyavocado

❥ one breath at a time [557k WIP] ♡ thealmightyavocado

❥ so...how's parenting going? vol. i: the case of the imaginary friend [8k] ♡ thealmightavocado

❥ so...how's parenting going? vol. ii: the case of the missing wedding guest [9k] ♡ thealmightavocado

"Rory, my darling, that was before we had you." Louis tries to explain as soothingly as possible. Rory blinks up at Louis in absolute confusion as his expression starts to pale. "...What?" "Papa and I got married before you were born, Ro." Harry explains gently, sitting up on the couch." But...but...but..." Rory mutters repeatedly on a loop as if he's starting to glitch. He shakes his curls as a deep frown pulls his little brows together, at a loss for what this means. There's confusion in his eyes along with growing frustration that is sure to lead to a full-blown toddler meltdown. "Where is...ME!" Or three-year-old Rory just doesn't understand why he wasn't invited to his parents' wedding.

❥ so...how's parenting going? vol. iii: the case of the four-year-old baby [13k] ♡ thealmightavocado

❥ so...how's parenting going? vol. iv: the case of the reoccurring announcement [19k] ♡ thealmightavocado

Louis ruffles Rory's floppy curls, sitting down on the stool closest to his son. "Rory, sweetheart, you know you don't have to announce everything for us to listen to you." "Yes, I do." Rory insists adamantly, eyes wide. "Why?" Harry asks again, hoping to grasp just a single ounce of understanding into the innerworkings of this child's mind. "Why Rory?" The question seems to utterly trigger Rory. "Cuz you don't listen to me! I just told you! See! You're not listening!" "Rory-" "Listen, Daddy Listen!" Rory stresses urgently. "I am listening, Rory I promise, I'm listening to you!" Harry frustratedly pledges. Rory shakes his head stubbornly, not at all willing to budge on his perspective. "Nuh uh. You only listen to Winnie now. I'm invisible." or ever since the arrival of his baby sister, Rory no longer believes that his parents are really paying attention to him. Taking matters into his own four-year-old hands, he decides to announce everything he does.

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Her lips twitched up at the corners, and Rory couldn't help but smile back at him, despite everything that was going on. "Oh har har, funny." She replied through her smile, but it faded quickly when he showed her his leg. "The answer is yes, obviously you're a great actor and I missed the memo somehow!" The girl shoved her hair behind her ear. She had half a mind to hit him, but instead she pulled off her cardigan and immediately used it to put pressure on the gash. "You need stitches Dean and I am not doing it that's gross and my hands would shake way too much and they'd be all jagged and leave an awful scar and you have to stop smiling because I'm worrying here, Dean!"

"So should I take this as a compliment that you think I can act well enough to hide a wound?" Dean couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth despite the pain in his leg. None the less he rolls up his pant leg enough to reveal a long and deep gash. "Okay...So maybe it's a little worse than I thought...But only a little." He added, attempting to play it off. There was no way Rory wasn't going to heckle him about this one but his sense of humor was one of his best traits. Or so he hoped.

#offorester #[ 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚍 / rory gilmore ]#[ 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 / rory gilmore ]#she's definitely freaking out oops

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krawalito · 3 years ago

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I was thinking about my ships recently and I wanted to see how successful they were. Since I am already 41, I shipped a lot since the 80s. But I’ll rather start with the 90s. And the below is not even close to ALL the couples I have shipped.

90s

Donna & David - 90210 '90-2000 (endgame)

Niles & daphne - Frasier '93–2004 (endgame)

Monica & chandler - friends '94-2004 (endgame)

Pacey & Joey - Dawson’s creek '98-2003 (endgame)

Angela & Jordan - My So-Called Life '94 (it got canceled after one season but I am sure they would’ve been endgame)

Darlene & David - Roseanne '88-97 (no idea how their status is now in the Conners….)

Mulder & Scully - The X Files '93-2002 (I lost track, they were on and off so many times but still kinda endgame)

Harm & Saraj - JAG '95-2005 (endgame)

Buffy & Angel - Buffy '97-2003 (no endgame)

Michael & Maria - Roswell '99-2002 (endgame)

2000s

Michael & Sydney - Alias 2001-2005 (endgame)

Rory & Logan - Gilmore Girls 2000-2007/2016 (no endgame)

Tylor & Ryan - the OC 2003-2007 (no endgame )

Kate & Jack - Lost 2004-2010(he dies but endgame in fucking heaven)

Logan & Veronica - Veronica Mars 2004-2007+2019 (he fucking dies)

Barney & Robin - How I Met Your Mother 2005–2014 (no endgame)

Jake & Amy - Brooklyn Nine-Nine 2013–2021 (endgame)

Lucy & Wyatt - Timeless 2016–2018 (endgame)

Castle & Kate - Castle 2009–2016 (endgame but they kinda die???)

Klaus & Caroline - The Vampire Diaries/The Originals 2009–2017/2018 (no endgame cause he fucking dies)

Nick & Jess - new girl 2011–2018 (endgame)

Jake & Olivia - Scandal 2012–2018 (no endgame)

Haley & Nathan - One Tree Hill 2003–2012 (endgame)

Tate & Violet - AhS 2011- (endgame I guess lol)

Chuck & Blair - Gossip Girl 2007–2012 (endgame)

Ryan & Jane - the bold type 2017–2021 (no endgame)

Matt & Gabriella - chicago fire 2012- (no endgame)

Julie & Matt - friday night lights 2006–2011 (endgame)

cece & schmidt - new girl 2011–2018 (endgame)

Jesus… what has happened in recent years????

Jonerys - GOT 2011–2019 (she fucking dies)

Reylo - Star Wars 2015-2019 (he fucking dies)

Veronica & Logan - V. Mars 2019 (I know, already above but he fucking dies)

Avitas & Helene - An ember in the ashes vol4 2020 (he fucking dies)

Ted & Tracy - himym 2014 (she fucking dies)

Carlos & Lidia - las chics del cable 2017-2020 (he fucking dies)

Ships that will most likely end badly for me, see category above

The darkling & Alina - Shadow and bone (never read the books, I guess he will most likely die)

Jamie and Callie - Good trouble (they better become endgame.. but I don’t trust anyone these days)

Chenford - the rookie (they better make them endgame before the show gets canceled)

So quite successful I would say. especially before or right after millennium there were a lot of endgames for me but then you see more and more non endgames. Especially after 2018? Wtf happened? Why is everyone dying???? I made another post about none existing happy endings these days.. this kinda proves it.

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