#((please don't send me asks with condolences!!))

[prince-liest]

Behold! The same fish, 15 minutes apart. Any time you see a stressed out pet store betta fish with horizontal stress stripes, it's pretty much a guarantee that it looks nothing like its true coloration. I actually still see some stress stripes on this boy even in the second image, so I'm looking forward to seeing how he colors up tomorrow!

I'm really glad I bought him. I like shortfinned bettas and I know what alien bettas are meant to look like (and had been hoping to get one), so he was perfect for me, but I also kinda figured that it was really not likely that somebody else would want him compared to the colorful halfmoons.

I usually give my betta fish fandom-ish names, and the temptation is high to call this boy Vox...

[rosyblooom]

I just finished watching Daisy Jones and the Six and I wanted to ask if you could write a Charles SMAU where his wife passes away from illness and leaves a video behind for him to find happiness. They can have a little child together please. Thank you😊❤️

when i die, i want you to live | cl16 smau

PAIRING: charles leclerc x wife!reader SUMMARY: after battling illness, y/n unexpectedly succumbs to it much sooner than expected, leaving behind her husband and their daughter. 8 months later, charles is not coping very well, so your best friend hands him an envelope addressed to him from you. WARNING(S): mentions of death, sad A/N: ooh i love that show!! anyway, this is my first ever request (!!), so hope it's as u imagined 🫶

creds to @classiclitfreak for proofreading!! <3

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[ caption 1: I sure hope so!😌 ] [ caption 2: my heart is so full🥹💕 ]

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charles_leclerc Today, 27 years ago, is the very special day that brought me my beautiful wife and best friend. Forever grateful for that. Happiest of birthdays to you, Mon cœur ❤️

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yourusername had the loveliest birthday with my dearest people!💕thank you for all the birthday wishes, they've been such a joy! 🥹 here's to another beautiful year, here's to 27🥂

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Three weeks later...

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tmz_tv Tragic news emerged in the early hours of this morning as Y/N L/N-Leclerc, a renowned fashion designer and philanthropist, passed away unexpectedly, just three weeks past her twenty-seventh birthday. Her untimely passing has left her family and friends in shock and disbelief.

In a statement released by her family, it was revealed that Y/N had been battling illness for an undisclosed duration. However, medical professionals had initially estimated a longer prognosis, making her sudden passing even more devastating.

During this profoundly sorrowful time, we extend our heartfelt condolences to Y/N's family.

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scuderiaferrari Due to personal matters, Charles Leclerc will not be continuing racing for the remainder of the season. Ollie Bearman, our reserve driver, will take his place instead.

This was not an easy decision, and therefore we ask that you handle this news with respect and sensitivity.

Our thoughts and support are with Charles Leclerc and his family during this challenging time. 🙏❤️

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8 months later...

Charles enters the living room, ensuring the door closes softly behind him to avoid disturbing his little girl. Running his fingers over his beard, he examines the envelope in his hand and sighs. Y/N’s best friend pressed it into his hand at a dinner party the previous evening, insisting he watch it as soon as he finds the time. And here he is now, holding the thin envelope.

If someone had told him when he was younger that he’d get emotional over something as simple as seeing his wife’s handwriting on paper, he would have scoffed in disbelief. Not him, that would have seemed absurd. Yet here he is, feeling a lump form in his throat over mere black ink on paper.

As peculiar as it seems, he brings the envelope to his nose, and memories of Y/N flood his mind. He can almost feel her soothing touch as she works the knots out of his back after a gruelling day of racing. Inhaling, he feels Y/N’s sweet scent—it is as comforting as her smile.

A smile tugs at Charles' lips as he pictures that infectious grin that lit up his wife’s face at the most unexpected moments. It was one of the things he loved most about her—she had a way of bringing brightness to even the darkest of days.

Shaking his head, he snaps out of the trance, shifting deeper into the living room until he sinks into the welcoming embrace of the couch. There, he retrieves the laptop resting on the coffee table, feeling the weight of the moment as he opens the envelope and extracts a flash drive from within. Rolling it between his fingers, he inserts it into the side of his laptop with a determined motion.

Once all is in place, he watches a file labelled “To my dearest Lover, brightest Heart, and deepest Soul” materialise in his list of files. The sight catches him off guard—his throat constricts, making each breath a struggle, and his eyes well up, though he fights against the tears. Not now. He can't afford it. Allowing himself to be consumed by grief would mean losing precious time, time he needs for his daughter waiting in her playroom down the hallway.

He takes a moment to regain composure, squeezing his eyes shut, focusing on the rhythm of his breath until the tension in his chest begins to ease. With a sharp intake of air, he opens his eyes wide and taps the file, revealing a video. Running his teeth over his lower lip, he hovers the pointer over the play button, then taps the mousepad with a steady hand.

The video opens with Y/N seated on the very same pale couch he’s currently occupying. He places both hands onto the soft sofa, yearning for a connection, a way to feel her, even though he knows he can’t—touching the past is impossible.

Y/N walks toward the camera, readjusting it before taking three steps backward and retaking her seat. Inhaling deeply, she hesitates, her mouth opening, then closing again, like a fish out of water.

“Mon cœur,” Charles whispers, moving the laptop onto the coffee table.

“Hmm,” Y/N drops her hands into her lap and smooths down her flowery dress. She stares directly at the camera, tilting her head sideways with a crooked smile. “I don’t know where to start.”

Her eyes widen. “After all this planning, I still don’t know where to begin.” She lets out a few chuckles and then purses her lips. “Well, I suppose greetings are in order?”

Her expression softens as her brows furrow. “Hello, my darling, my world, my everything.”

“Hey,” Charles whispers, his throat tight with emotion, barely allowing sound to escape.

“Although I'm very happy to see you, if you’re watching this, it means you're not living as I want you to,” Y/N's voice trembles, causing her to pause and swallow. “I know it’s hard, baby. I don’t expect this to be easy on you, but I don’t want you to spend the rest of your life looking back at us in sadness, you know?”

Charles leans forward, elbows on his lap, eyes fixed on the screen, his face tinged with a faint shade of red.

“Remember our first date, when we had to cancel our reservations at that restaurant because you felt sick on the way there?” Y/N bursts into laughter but quickly stifles it, her hand covering her mouth.

“No, no,” Charles pleads softly, shaking his head, “please don’t hide your beautiful smile, my love.”

“It’s not like there was anything you could do about being sick, but I remember feeling miffed because I already had a stressful day, so for you to cancel just like that, it irritated me,” she reminisces with a nod. “But you were quite pale, so I wanted to make sure you got home alright. And we walked, barely talked,” she giggles, the joy reaching her eyes, “but then this little kid appeared, his name was…”

“Benny,” they both say simultaneously, a faint smile tugging at one corner of Charles' lips.

"Boy, was he excited to meet you, his idol. It was like seeing a completely different person. You became someone entirely new for this little boy whom you didn’t even know. Nobody forced you to take time out of your day when he came running, his arms wide open," Y/N says, extending her arms along with the words. "You could’ve just walked away. I mean, you had a reason to: you were sick."

Pausing for a moment, Y/N sits up straighter, leaning forward and shaking her head. "But you didn’t. You put on a brave face, and you turned into Benny’s hero and so much more. I think we stood there with his parents for about half an hour, and you didn’t complain once. And that’s when I knew."

Y/N nods, crossing her legs and slinging one hand behind the sofa. "That’s when I knew you could be the man I was going to marry. And turns out you were," she says, smiling sheepishly. "The love you have for people, for our daughter, it’s… it’s so profound, it’s boundless. So don’t limit it. Don’t you dare limit yourself just because I’m not around anymore."

Her expression turns serious as she exhales. “You’re such a bright light. You bring happiness and purity into people’s lives—into my life,” Y/N presses her hand against her chest. “I don’t want you to dim it. I want you to shine for as long as that candle burns. Don’t let it die prematurely because of bad happenings. There’s so much more to love, to live, to enjoy. And while you may not see me at your side anymore, holding onto D/N, I’m right here.”

Charles sniffles, folding his hands over his mouth as he swallows his sobs, while Y/N points to her heart.

“I’m with you forever and always. I’m protecting you and D/N, and I’m watching over you, making sure everything’s alright.” Y/N releases a sigh before chewing at her bottom lip with a wistful smile. “And part of that means making space for more love, for you. You have a big heart, you know? There’s enough room for you to find happiness with someone new. There’s no shame in it, and there’s no guilt in it. It’s what makes being alive such a beautiful thing: your love is yours, and it’s not confined to just one or two people. You can spread it, and still, our love will remain unchanged.”

Tears stream down the sides of Charles' cheeks as he struggles to maintain his composure, his eyes fixated on the screen as if afraid that if he peels his gaze away for one second, his wife will disappear.

Y/N briefly looks off to the side, her attention seemingly caught by something in the room, before snapping her head back to the camera with a bright smile.

“It seems I have to go,” her shoulders sink.

Charles leans forward, the screen mere inches away from his face, as he strokes the outline of Y/N’s face on the screen, whispering desperately, “Please don’t, mon cœur…”

“I love you so, so much. You and D/N are the most precious gifts, the greatest joys I have had the privilege to experience, so please, please,” she claps her hands together, moving them back and forth, “please…when I die, I want you to live.”

Y/N rises from the couch and walks towards the screen, her eyes unwavering for even a moment. “Give my little girl all my love, and kiss and hug her extra tight for as long as you can, for me.”

Offering one final smile, she blows a kiss at the screen. “I love you. Please don’t stop. Don't stop loving and don't stop living.”

The video freezes with Y/N frozen in place, a beautiful smile etched onto her lips, filled with the purest form of love.

Feeling suddenly overwhelmed, Charles collapses, the weight of the world pressing down on him. He drops his face into his hands and releases all of it: sob after sob after sob. There’s something liberating about finally letting go; the burden pours out of him, leaving behind a fragile yet tranquil Charles as he gazes at the still shot of his beloved wife, whom he adores so deeply.

A soft click draws his attention to the door just in time for it to creak open slowly, revealing his little girl standing there, her favourite yellow teddy bear clutched tightly in her arms.

“Papa,” her voice floats like a gentle breeze.

Charles smiles, opening his arms wide as she runs towards him. He's momentarily winded as she reaches him, but he quickly regains his composure and lifts her onto his lap.

“Hello, my love,” he whispers, touching his forehead to hers.

Her tiny hand pats his cheek, her expression filled with concern. “You’re crying?”

Charles shakes his head, trying to reassure her. “Happy tears,” he explains, “look.” He points at the screen, where Y/N's serene face is frozen in time.

“Maman!” D/N exclaims, slipping from his lap and heading towards the screen. Her small hands tap the screen eagerly as she calls out, “Maman! Maman! Maman!”

“Yes,” Charles swallows, ignoring the pang in his chest as he shifts his focus to his little girl. “You want to see Maman, huh?”

He rises from the sofa and lifts D/N into the air, settling her on his hip. “How about we go take a look at the photo albums, okay? There are lots of beautiful pictures of Maman in there, alright?”

“Maman! Maman! Maman!” D/N continues to exclaim, squirming excitedly in his arms as they walk through the door and down the hallway into the living room.

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f1gossipofficial Nine months after the tragic passing of his wife, Y/N, Charles Leclerc has been spotted for the first time on a beach in Spain with their shared daughter.

Witnesses who captured the photographs above mentioned that he appeared to be coping well, and fans respectfully gave them space while appreciating the sight from afar.

We're glad to see Charles out and about again, and we extend our best wishes to him and his family as they continue to navigate these changes.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Death Wish 12

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Bucky Barnes

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you’re desperate for a way out of your life and you ask a powerful man for help (plus!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Photo Inspo

"Hm, not that one. Dear, I think the last one was it. Perfectly traditional, without being stuffy," Winnifred insists.

You stare at yourself in the mirror. Your pick is everything you prefer. Simple and easy. Not uncomfortable. Not fussy laces or elaborate beading and endless skirts. Just a dress.

Of course, it wouldn't be good enough for a king. Nor his mother. You temper your disappointment. You assume that will need to become a habit. Your opinion, as always, is secondary.

"I suppose it it a bit plain," you agree, "sure. We can go with the last one."

"Are you sure?" Kitty pushes her shoulders up as she slides to the edge of the seat.

"Yes, it's fine," you assure her.

"Congratulations," the associate steps forward. "Shall we get you back in it?"

"No, you can just put in the order," you say. You are in no rush to have her ream on those laces again.

"Of course, you've had a long day," she agrees sheepishly, if not with a hint of surprise. Eight hours is a long day. Too long to spend in a shop. "You should ring the bell. Since you found your dress."

"The bell?" You question then glance over at the other women. "Okay."

The associate flits off and you stand listless in the dress you'll mourn with your previous life. When she returns, she has a big golden bell. She gives you a speech about your happy day and hands it over. You give it a jingle then just as quickly give it back.

"You sure you don't want to try it on again?" Winnifred asks.

You shake your head, "sorry, it's been a long few days."

"Oh, yes, our condolences," Rebecca intones. "Mother, I think Bucky might already have a few words for us for keeping his bride so long already."

"Yes, despite my best efforts, he can be a greedy little boy," Winnifred laughs.

You attempt a smile. You can imagine it's more of a quiver in your lips. Winnifred stands, the other women as well, your sisters hesitant. The three of you are cautiouslt wading through this new world. One where you're no long insignificant. The threat of your father's disapproval has been replaced by a greater one.

You did this. You and your selfish impulsivity. You could excuse yourself for fear or desperation, but you can blame yourself just as much for not thinking out the consequences. Not that you could ever guess they would involve a white gown and diamond ring.

There is some chatter as you are taken back to the lobby. Winnifred attends to the payment as you retreat in embarrassment. Your sisters exchange a none-so-subtle look of concern.

"Well then, girls," the matriarch turns with an accomplished sigh, "allow us to escort you love bridesmaids home." She declares, "I believe you," she stops in front of you and takes your hand, "are due to meet your beloved. Do tell my son I send my tidings. Certainly it won't be long until I might do so myself."

Your sisters stir nervously. You glance at them and nod. Just do what you're told. It's always been the best strategy.

"That's very kind of you,, Winnifred," Kitty speaks first.

"Ah not at all, I should like to see your side of town. I am painfully nosy, though I might paint it as curiousity," she lets you go. "And you might give me some insight into my future daughter. She is rather enigmatic thus far."

You wince. Of course, it all methodical. You claim your jackets and emerge outside. Wanda, Rebecca, and Natasha claim one car, your sisters and Winnifred the next, and another idles as you approach.

The driver comes around and pulls open the door. You hate that. It feels as if you are a puppet on strings. You move to the tugs and tweaks of Barnes' all reaching hand.

You lower yourself onto the seat, peering on ahead of you, and hesitate before you slide in. You don't expect him to be waiting for you there. The door closes as you shift further in. Barnes' takes your hand before you can settle and kisses your knuckle above the ostentatious stone setting.

"Doll," he purrs.

"Barnes," you greet plaintively.

"Ah, you don't gotta be like that," he drawls as he clings to your hand, his thumb feeling the stones.

"Sorry," you nibble your lip. "I'm only tired."

"Yes, I hope you found something," he says. "Ladies and their dresses."

"Mm, yes," you affirm.

He tuts, "you don't sound very excited."

"Not sure I'm fit to wear white..." you mutter.

"Doesn't bother me, doll. We've both lived lives before we met--"

"Not that," you interject, surprisingly yourself at your curtness. "You know why."

He inhales deeply and sighs, "he got all he had coming. We both know that."

"Yes, but it was me...." you trail off and shrug.

You sense him watching you. You stare ahead and swallow down all those confusing emotions. "It's done, I suppose."

"I respect the apathy, doll, but you don't gotta play cool with me," he insists.

"I don't give-- I don't care about him."

He nods and gives a thoughtful im, "your sisters. Have I not proven myself to you? I told you I'd see to them, I'm a man of my word.”

“I believe it,” you resign. “It's… a lot. I don't think I'm what you think. I don't think I can do this.” You slump in defeat. “I'm not what you're looking for. You've made a bad choice.”

“Hmph,” he scoffs. “That you even got the guts to tell me so shows me you're wrong. You don't know how right you are for me, doll.”

He snakes his arm behind you and pulls you close. “Now you're not gonna roll over and show your belly. Not if you're my woman.”

“I'm not…”

“We were both in that warehouse,” he lowers his voice as his fingertips curl into your hip. His other hand brushes over your lap. “You did what needed to be done. Just like today. Just like yesterday. Every step of the way You've shown me exactly what you say you're not.”

“Bucky, I just wanted to be free,” you latch onto his forearm. “That's all–”

“You're free. And safe. You know what I'd do for you, doll? What I'll do to keep you safe? Happy? To keep you mine.” He leans in to nuzzle your cheek, “that's the one thing about me you haven't figured out. I'm stubborn. I put my mind to something and I do it. Exactly what you did when you showed up battered and begging–”

“Please,” you rasp and his nose tickles down your cheek and he dips down to kiss your neck. His lips and beard send a tingle through you.

“On my honour, you'll never look like that again. You'll never be bruised and the hand that dares to lay a single blemish on you will be cut off,” he nips your skin.

The tenor of his voice brooks no doubt nor the tight grip his keeps on your thigh. His hot breath blooms around your neck and he growls. You made a deal with the devil and now he's come to collect.

[asumi2020202]

Was I truly that Bad?

Pairing: Dad!Daemon x reader

Summary: Whilst fulfilling the wishes of his Queen, Daemon accidentally hurt you beyond repair. He regretted it till death.

A/n: This idea just recently popped up in my head. So I wrote it down hehe. Anyways, this will have the ending same as Helaena's. Thank you for reading.

Note:

There are some changes in the storyline.

It is short, I don't really know if I like it.

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All throughout the realm, you were the only one acknowledged as a true born child of Rhaenyra. You had silky white hair, and violet eyes like you mother and... Father

Rhaenyra had a you in secret. You were conceived after the birth of Jace but before the birth of Luke. Everyone knew you were Daemon's daughter since his affection was not really secretive.

You were offered to Aemond Targaryen to 'fix' the rift between the family much to your father's dislike.

The Hell broke loose when Luke died because of your husband and his dragon.

You had a son with Aemond. He was the only light you had after receiving the news of Aegon's coronation.

Aemond tried to be there for you when Aegon said that you would not leave your room. He wanted to keep you hostage knowing you were the Queen and King consort's daughter.

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"He has white hair and one eye. Should be easy enough to find." Daemon spoke.

The man before him stayed silent for a second before replying "What if we can't find him?".

Daemon only looked him in eye before giving further information.

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You were in the nursery, singing to you child when suddenly someone entered.

You thought it was a maid or Aemond. So you turned around only to find a rat catcher.

You were going to scream but he put his dagger on your throat before you could. You son was still in your arms.

The rat catcher smirked as another man entered.

"Who's she?" The other man asked.

"She's the Queen she is." Replied the rat catcher in a whispering manner.

"A son.. for a son he said."

"I know but look in her arms. That's the prince's son."

The rat catcher released your throat before saying " we ain't here to hurt ya. We only want the boy."

You looked visibly shocked and fear stricken.

"I have a necklace..... It is of great value." You spoke as you tried to removed it with one hand. The taller man tore it off you neck before saying "thats not a son."

"Kill me please. I beg you don't hurt my child." By now you were already crying. The rat catcher forcefully took your son from your hands.

In front of your very eyes you saw your little boy's head getting separated. The men hastily put his head inside a bag before leaving.

You started to sob heavily. Having difficulties breathing.

Aemond barged through the room after he heard your screams and wails. Alicent, Aegon and Otto were present too. Alicent wanted to throw up.

Aegon was sad. He always did love you. He wanted your mother to betroth you to him but he was already betrothed to Helaena. Now that he saw you like this, desperately trying to wipe the blood that oozed out of your son's body, he felt hurt too.

From that day forth, you didn't eat, sleep or even bathe. You were completely dead inside. More so when you got to know that the one who sent them was your father. Grief blinded you.

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The green council had decided to send you and the Dowager Queen to the funeral after they caught one of the perpetrator.

The people tried to reach for you as they saw your son, Baelor's body. The way the 1 year old boy's head was stitched with his neck.

The cart which held your son's body fell in a hole in the road. People tried to approach you and touch you, giving their condolences. You desperately clutched on Alicent's cloth as she tried to help you through your panic attack.

You couldn't hear anything. Only a ringing in your ear as you knelt in your and the Dowager Queen's cart. The last thing you heard was

"A curse! A curse on Rhaenyra the Monstrous!"

Someone cursed your mother. Soon all went black as your vision faded.

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"How could you do this Daemon?! To our sweet child!" Rhaenyra shouted, fury and sorrow flooding through.

"I told them specifically for Aemond. Shes my daughter as well, I know I did wrong. It was a mistake.

I was there that day. The day she was forced to attend the funeral. I am hurt as well knowing my daughter lost her son!" Daemon replied.

"You will never understand what a mother feels when she loses her child. My little girl lost her only child. Alicent reached out to me in secret! She told me that my girl is not even eating properly! She's down with a heavy fever..." Rhaenyra argued. She was crying.

Daemon had made a grave mistake. He never wanted to hurt you. He never meant for his grandchild to die. Right in front of your eyes. He wanted to kill Aemond for Luke's death, yes. But he wanted to kill Aemond so you could be free. So you could come back to your family. He never wanted to bring you pain. You were his daughter, his little zaldrīzes.

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The black council was going on and on with what move they should play. Rhaenyra was getting frustrated.

Rhaenyra's personal maid, Elinda came in. She bowed before all, her eyes watering. As Rhaenyra was going to ask her what happened she said

"The princess is dead." All stopped. Everything and everyone silent. Rhaenyra stood still.

"A raven came in just n-now.... It said that Princess y/n jumped off of her window. H-her body was stabbed by Maegor's blades...." Elinda cried as she said. Leaving the room quickly.

The lords all left the council. Only Rhaena, Baela, Jacaerys, Daemon, Rhaenyra and Rhaenys were there.

Daemon couldn't comprehend anything. Her daughter..... Dead? No she wouldn't do that. A dragon's flame cannot be extinguished so easily.

Rhaenyra fell on the floor as Rhaenys supported her. She felt fury. But all she could do was cry. Her sweet girl. Her little Y/n. It was as if only yesterday she was tugging on her skirt and now she's....... dead.....

Jacaerys didn't know what to do. His little sister was dead. Consumed by the grief of the death of his nephew. First he lost Luke now y/n...

Baela and Rhaena cried that entire day. Blaming themselves for not protecting you as elder sisters should.

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Daemon was going to Harrenhal. As he was about to mount Caraxes, as guard came in and handed him something.....

....it was a necklace..... The same one he had given you. He felt a tear fall down his cheek. His heart hurt. So much. Yet he couldn't express it.

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Daemon had conquered Harrenhal. He was walking inside his leaking room when he heard his door being violently knocked on.

After picking up his sword, he carefully came down the stairs outside his room. He found a room.

He saw a figure humming while sitting infront of the fireplace.

As he got closer, the figure spoke to him

"I'm a bad child aren't i? You hate me. I always disobeyed everyone. But I only did so to be with you." It was you. His eyes watered. You were wearing the necklace he gave you.

He shook his head no. He didn't hate you because you disobeyed. He loved you for it.

"Why did you punish me so much ? Was I truly that Bad...... Kepã?" He heard you say as he got closer. He saw you stitching your son's head while crying.

His sword fell from his hand as he woke up. He opened his eyes to see a tree. He turned around and saw a woman.

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It was tough. But he did it anyway. He jumped off of Caraxes and landed on Vhagar.

Gripping the Dark Sister tight in his hand, he stabbed it straight through Aemond's right eye.

He saw as Aemond fall in the water. He stumbled as he fell off. Caraxes took Vhagar inside the water.

As Daemon slowly fell from the sky , all he could think about was you.

How he wished he could watch you grow. You were only seven and ten. To young to die.

Before his eyes flashed all the times that you ran away from your septa and hid behind his legs.

The little infant wouldn't stop crying until she was in his arms.

The little toddler first took her steps only to hug her father as he picked her up.

His little y/n. The one who died because of his one mistake.

His eyes were getting blurry and all he saw before he fell in the water was your face, the same face from his dream. Crying. Stitching his grandson's head.

He clutched your necklace tight in his arms as tears gathered in his eyes. His eyes were shut tight. And as he cried...

He repeatedly heard you cry and say

"Was I truly that Bad.............kepã?"

[skythealmighty]

gang ngl i miss object universe. i should rewatch it again and get way too emotionally attached to Ice Cream and Map

#rocket talk #i made fanart of them with a steven universe song once i'm unwell

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why does gamey get to be on ii TWICE. who gave him permission

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thanks for the suggestion @cabtube-truther

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You don't hear PBSB complaining about this...

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well they're in a show that's super popular

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Yeah, and you're in one that got cancelled

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shut up you didnt even finish season one

#just one more cameo mephone4 thats all i ask

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anonymous asked: not sure you're gonna want a cameo rn mephone is going Through it

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hold on im not actually caught up lemme see

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holy shit

#I TAKE IT BACK

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anonymous asked: omg fan pleaaaase marru me ill do anythinggg ❤❤❤🥵🥵🥵

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hey @test-tubular just checking was i ever this weird

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Weird? Always. This weird? No.

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COOL just checking anyway

no please stop sending me these

#fans fantastic asks #this is the least weird anon ask from i think this specific anon #ive blocked them but oh my god #NO!!!

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💥🔃 fans-fantastic-features Follow reblogged 4️⃣ four-therecord

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Hello everyone!! 👋 Since I've gotten many an ask about my cheesecake recipe from previous TPOT episodes, I've decided to make a longpost and put it here for you all to use!! Feel free to use without credit but credit is still appreciated 😊

Keep reading

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i hate you

#so they ARE on here #followed both immediately #how did i not come across them earlier...

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Recovery across different universes, a scientific theory

(Full post below the cut)

((Thank you to @not-tally-hall for the testimony regarding the S*n!))

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boring 👎👎👎👎

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Get off my post

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This is incredibly fascinating and an enjoyable read! There are some points of debate I've brought up in DMs, but otherwise this is a very solid theory. Good job!

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Thank you, that means a lot!!

#I follow your papers closely so hearing that coming from you is an honor #anyway back to my regularly scheduled nonsense

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Bonjour! J'ai découvert ce cite grâce à des vidéos amusantes

Je suis encore en train de m'habiteur à la société et je pense que c'est une bonne façon de me faire des amis! Enchanté de vous recontrer tous 😃

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bienvenue sur le site de l'enfer ! la plupart des gens ici ne parlent qu'anglais, vous pouvez donc m'envoyer un message si vous voulez parler à quelqu'un en français. je peux également vous montrer des endroits en ligne pour apprendre l'anglais

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Cela signifierait beaucoup pour moi, merci

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bien sûr!

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Baguette we all know you're not actually French you don't need to keep pretending 😒...

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anonymous asked: your iconic quote from episode 10 has unfortunately become a vocal stim for me. please help, i'm suffering

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Hey? This is the funniest ask anyone's ever sent me. Can we make out behind a Denny's

#my condolences though oh my god 😭

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Guys, this site is easy! Just watch

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Finally watched II! Good show. I want that twink OJ dead why is he like that

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Date of origin: November 2nd, 2020

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I DIDNT MEAN IT I DIDNT MEAN IT I DIDNT MEAN JT I DIDNT

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Thanks everyone for the help so far! I'm not too much of a science nerd, unfortunately, @bossy-bot, so I didn't understand everything in the papers you sent me- but they still helped a ton! Especially the coding help. I was a telemarketer, not an IT person...

Now that I know what I'm doing, I have some free time. With some recommendations from @fans-fantastic-features:

If you have any other recommendations, just leave them in the comments. And please go and send help to @fire-cartoon-schtick while you're at it!

[del-thetiredwriter]

Saintess of dragons part 3

Part 1 , part 2

English is not my first language.

Gif is not mine

Warning: female reader, not really dark themes.

You watched with sadness as the stone coffin sank into the sea. You were guilty. You felt regret for her death. You could have saved Laena, but you didn't because of your cowardice and selfishness. Rhaenys and Corlys lost their daughters, Laenor lost his sister, the girls lost their mothers because of you.

You didn't speak at all during the funeral. You just hugged the girls and offered your condolences to the Velaryons. Afterwards, you went to your room like everyone else.

.

When you opened the door, you saw a silhouette that you didn't recognize, with her back turned, on the seats. Silhouette of a woman. The woman turned towards the door and smiled and curtsied as she saw you.

“I greet the saintess.”

She was a brunette and elegant woman. Her long hair came down to her waist. She had an attractive yet disturbing smile. It wasn't a reassuring smile, but it fit her mysterious aura.

You straightened your stance. The woman spoke again:

"Would you like tea?"

"Who are you?"

You asked coldly. No one could enter your room without your permission. House Targaryen was also included.

“I am the person you are looking for. I am the person you are desperately looking for, the one who can send you back to where you came from. Shall we talk a little?”

You hesitated for a moment, but you had nothing to lose. You should have taken this gamble. It was the first time in years that anyone had talked about where you came from.

You closed the door and sat across from the woman.

“Please allow me to introduce myself again. I'm Elenor. And I am the person you are looking for. The witch who can open the portal.”

“Why should I believe you?”

“You are already showing that you trust me by sitting across from me. Besides, it's the first time in years that someone is talking to you about the portal. You have no choice but to trust me."

She was right. You tightened your skirts nervously. You tried to look calm.

“So Elenor, why did you come now? Why did you come especially now?”

The witch smiled.

“Oh my lady there is something you especially need to do today. I came to remind you. But before that, we still have time, so I'd like to explain things a little to you. For example, why you don't age or why you suddenly lose your memories."

"Continue."

“The portal door opened 15 years ago, of course I didn't open it and I still don't know why it was opened. However, my lady, you are not from this world, so time and fate do not work on you because you are not in destiny anyway. It's like time has stopped for you. However, you once tried to change fate. You remember. It made you suddenly forget some of your memories.”

You nervously took a sip of your tea. You remembered that time very well. Elenor continued.

“No one can change fate, but you, who come from another world, can because there is nothing binding you. However, every time you change destiny, you become a part of this world. And as you become a part of this world, you lose the memories that connect you to your world, that is, your self.”

With what Elenor said, everything fell into place now.

“So why are you here?”

You asked again.

The witch took a sip of her tea.

“I want to make a deal with you. Prevent this war from happening and I will send you back home.”

Elenor held out her hand to agree. A silence fell in the room.

"Do you realize what you're saying-"

“You need me or you can't go back home.”

Elenor interrupted.

You tightened your skirts. She was right. You wouldn't have found your way home without her help.

“Okay, I accept your offer .”

You reluctantly shook the witch’s hand. The brunette smiled and stood up. She moved towards the window. She looked at you for the last time.

“Then we agreed. See you until our next meeting, Saintess. And you'd better act quickly, because it would be better for you if the crown princess's blood wasn't shed tonight.”

When she jumped from the window, you rushed towards the window, but the sorceress had disappeared. You should have acted quickly.

.

You were walking through the corridors with fast, running steps. The rustle of your skirt echoed off the stone walls illuminated by torches. You finally reached the room and threw open the large doors.

All the courtiers had gathered except you. Alicent stood disheveled next to Visersy.

When you saw Aemond's face up close, you felt truly sorry.

Lucerys and Jacaerys were with their mother.

You sighed. Here we go, you thought.

“The legitimacy of my son's birth was put loudly into question. Called as bastards. My sons are in line to inherit the iron throne your grace. This is the highest of treasons. Prince Aemond must be sharply questioned so-”

Rhaenyra was speaking, but you interrupted her and intervened.

“Excuse me, my king, but it's late and I don't think anyone can think clearly in their current state of mind. It would be best for everyone to return to their rooms.”

Just as Alicent and Rhaenyra were about to protest, you spoke again.

“The children of the princess are the legal heirs to the throne. Don't worry, I will personally intervene in this matter. And my Queen, I understand you, but if anyone is responsible for this unfortunate incident, it is me, so if you wish, I would give up one of my eyes for the prince.”

Alicent bit her lip. Rhaenyra was not fully satisfied. No one could object because you intervened in the incident.

"There's no need." Said the tired queen in a defeated voice.

“Then I will grant the little prince one wish in return. Apart from that, please everyone go back to their rooms now. It's been a tiring day.”

Visersy nod.

“Saintess is right everybody shall return to your quarters.”

While everyone involuntarily returned to their rooms, Daemon continued to sit in his chair, grinning. He slowly stood up and started taking slow steps towards you.

“Wow, this is the first time you've used your authority. Very strange."

"What are you talking about." You spoke harshly. Being alone in the room with him made you nervous. As he moved towards you, you took a step backwards until your back was finally pressed against the wall.

“Whose side are you on exactly, huh? You were inactive until the morning now-“

“You make it up in your head. Besides, I'm not on anyone's side." You interrupted him.

The white haired man laughed.

“We'll see about this, little saintess.”

He kissed you on the forehead.

"Good night then." He waved his hand and left you alone in the room.

[soobibabe]

MOA bitchFUL era 6 members - 6 active

yeonjun: GUYS SOMEONE GOT FUCKING PRoPOSED TO INFRONT OF ME yeonjun changed group's name to "moa bitchFUL era"

taehyun: thats nice. good for them. yeonjun: AT SEND OFF? ??? I THOUGHT MOAS WERE LIKE US??? you: bitchless? yeonjun: YES? WHAT HAPPENED TO TOGETHERNESS? kai: no you've got a point

soobin: that's crazy me personally if someone proposed to me in front of bebe rexha I would looking at them with a blank expression and ask "who dis?" ngl beomgyu: don't speak, peasant soobin: ? you: what's up with you two? kai: soobins is in another dating scandal with the same guy as last time and beomgyus mad because (a) soobin didn't deny it (b) he didn't tell any of us and (c) the week prior, they were on another bromance trip again :3

yeonjun: ik its pride month, and I'm happy for you beomgyu or condolences BUT WE AS A COLLECTIVE NEED TO PREPARE FOR DISASTER! CRISIS! SSSSOOOSSS beomgyu: kys soobin: im NOT dating Seonghwa, Q, Keonhee or Zhang Hao guys ^.^ kai: WHORE why do you remember all their names you: exactly!!! why do you have other friends Choi Soobin?????? beomgyu: oh but when I say it I'm gay huh 😒 yeonjun: HELLOou*oo))000? ARE WE JUST GOING TO IGnORE THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM? MOA NO BITCHLESS ERA??? beomgyu: you're an elephant in the room taehyun: Oh, dear god. I fear you may actually be onto something yeonjun. What if we lose our fanbase? Should I start posting thirst traps again? Guys seriously. you: NO 🙅‍♀️🚫🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️ we cannot go back to the dark ages PLSLLSLLSLS those tik tok posting schedules era was BRUTAL

yeonjun: Taehyun I love your big sexy wrinkled brain please don't change no jungkook kai: remember that time Namjoon exposed tyun for his JK wallpaper LMAOOOOOOOOOO taehyun: huening kai. kai: apologies. sorrows. soobin: oh my god no yeah pls TAEHYUN U ARE SO RIGHT y/n start first!!! guys!! this is an emergency!!!!!!!!!!!!! you: SHUTUTUT UPPUPPUPU yeonjun: Hes right, youre our main visual

beomgyu: guys if MOA start marrying each other does that mean no more fan service? if so I say lets support the movement!!! SICK and TIRED of seeing those "Y/N MARRY ME" comments on my welives soobin: hey I comment those taehyun: ??? you: well yeonjun: this reminds me of that one time I was on tik tok and a yeonjun x y/n imagine came up about us getting married and leaving txt OH MY GOD WAS THAT GOD FORESHADOWING kai: since when did you believe in god??? yeonjun: GUYS WHAT IF MOAS GETTING MARRIED ACTUALLY MEANS THAT Y/N AND I ARE GETTING MARRIED AND WE'LL LIVE HAPPILY E VER AFTER AND TXT WILL NOT GO EXTINCT AND WE KISS AND WE HOLD HANDS AND ONE DAY WE FALL INLOVE DEADASS AND HAVE 3 KIDS AND WE LIVE TOGETHER FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES AND RAISE LITTLE MODEL FASHION BABIES I CAN STYLE AND THEYD HAVE SUCH GOOD GENES DO YOU SEE THE VISION

beomgyu kicked yeonjun from moa bitchFULL era beomgyu: now that that's over, how about we go get ice cream? taehyun: sure. kai: ICE CREAM >>>.<<< ^////^

soobin: can we add him back i kinda like when he's off his hinges wait yes we can because I'm the leader and I say so HAHA soobin added yeonjun to moa bitchFUL era yeonjun: thanks soobin soobin did you know that I love you you know soobin? soobin kicked yeonjun from moa bitchFUL era soobin: boy wth was that you added yeonjun to moa bitchFUL era you: guys what if I said i have a long term low maintenance long distance low commitment casual boyfriend

you left moa bitchFUL era kai: ????? soobin: there's a g*n in my mouth actually yeonjun: did I just get cheated on? taehyun: wasn't I the long term low maintenance low commitment casual bf? wdym long distance?? kai: ????? x2 beomgyu: ☹️☹️?? I THOUGHT WE WERE SOULMATES?? soobin: ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

A/N: they’re all a little insane in today’s ep. sorry!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I'm. crying. I didn't realize the Leona parallels... I'm so leonapilled I accidentally alude to him in random places (/jjjjj) 😭😭😭😭😭 but now that you say it... Yeah that's exactly how savanaclaw students see him, huh... I hadn't thought about it that way... I mean I don't think you're as intimidating as he could be but I guess it does fit in a way.... PARALLELS EVERYWHERE 😭😭😭

thank you for stating your boundaries clearly too !! now I'll try to keep them even more in mind 🙂‍↕️ from the things u listed I think I may have sent an ask once asking smth that could've possibly made u uncomfy but I kind of realized just after I had hit send 😭 I was like "wait maybe she wouldn't be comfortable answering this"... And ever since I always read my asks 73829193 times before sending them 😭😭😭 I deeply apologize for that... I think I've never asked smth like that again tho so I hope I can keep our interactions (on anon and outside anonymity) as comfortable as possible for you ᕙ⁠(⁠⇀⁠‸⁠↼⁠‶⁠)⁠ᕗ I'll try my best for it not to happen again !!

Ew 💀 You see Him everywhere now… My condolences… YElxnsksbwjGaxxaga But yeah, I’m not a muscular tattooed cat boy, not by a long shot 😂 Best I can hope for to intimidate people is to make my best whimpering bird noise.

I don’t think I’ve ever been compared to… Him before, so that’s an interesting observation. I believe the characters I most frequently get compared to are Lilia (by the public/readers) and Jamil (by my friends). I guess Lilia because I’ve been told it’s hard to discern my age because of how I bounce between serious analysis/advice and half legible brain rot?? And Jamil because I tend to be pragmatic and dry in private but still end up playing the part of older sibling to others.

To the comment about the income thing, it was in the context of fandom and not asking for actual financial advice. I believe the gist of the (now deleted) ask was that someone was under the impression I was frequently commissioning artwork and wondered how I afforded it. This happened a while ago so I don't remember exactly why they might have come to that conclusion. The ask wasn't phrased rudely or anything, I just found it uncomfortable because I'm not okay with telling online strangers about money, finances, my spending, etc. I think most people would be uncomfortable with that, honestly.

While I do have a tag for advice, it's reserved for like... gameplay tips and reminders on fandom etiquette. It's NOT meant to encourage people to actually come to me actively seeking counsel. (In hindsight, perhaps a poor choice of word on my part 💦) If those advice posts ended up helping you out in some way, that's great! I'm happy for you. Please just remember to not impose on me too much. (Not sure if it's the turn of season or recent fandom news, but I've been getting a lot of spam or really lengthy asks lately.) I'm not here to be the unpaid therapist that the Twst fandom so often jokes that Yuu is. I'm not here to change the world and teach everyone to get along (which Yuu is voluntold to do www), either. I'm here to do my own thing, and that's it.

I appreciate that most people that interact with me are mindful about my boundaries 😅 Sometimes I do feel like I need to remind my audience of what those are, but thankfully I haven't really gotten flack for it.

[marilynthornhilllover]

can you please make a fanfic we’re Larissa dies like in the show then wife reader makes and attends the funeral, but when she gets home she realizes that the front door to her and Larissa’s home was unlocked so she goes in slowly but she sees Larissa at the kitchen table drinking wine and Larissa says something like “miss me darling” and then some smut if you want. ❤️💋

Filthy love

Larissa weems x Fem reader

Warning: Angst, grief, sadness, slight anger, pain, lots of talk about depression, faking of death, smut, fingering, cunniligus, usage of toys such as : vibrator and strap, slight choking, kinda soft sex, praise kink, stalker kink if you squint, slight mommy kink, slight degradation kink.

A/n: I just want to say a HUGE THANK YOU to all of you who got me to 1,005 followers!! I'm so so so grateful and happy. I'm looking forward to continue writing fanfics for you all, thank you for interacting with my work and blog and simply liking my content and i am blessed to have each and everyone of you on board with me, sending love to you all also I hope you enjoy this 1k following special fanfic 👀💖.

There wasn't enough words in the English dictionary to describe the pain and emptiness that you were feeling as you stood over larissa's closed casket. There were no more tears left to cry. All you felt was emptiness, a never ending suffocating cycle of pure sadness, filled with rage. They say death has no sting and that it sneaks up on you and it's absolutely true. Nothing compares to what you felt currently.

You couldn't feel anything, you couldn't hear anything. It's like being trapped in the middle of the ocean with no air yet your still not exactly drowning, you don't want to drown but you refuse to be rescued out of the toxicity of the air.

You felt utterly numb. It's as if you too weren't alive, like a part of you died with her, and is to stay forever buried with her. Soon you'll have to thrown the first batch of sand on her grave, plant flowers two months later, listen to people express their condolences and state how larissa was a ' sunshine in a word filled with gloom'. Correct - absolutely correct. She was your sunshine in your world of gloom.

Truth be told you didn't deserve larissa - Or maybe larissa didn't deserve you. You'd always argue, she'd always stay at work. Nothing was simple, everything was so complicated behind the thick walls of your home. Fake bright smiles where somtimes even the Toothpaste couldn't clean the disgusting words you'd both spit at eachother behind close doors just to apologize minutes after with kept hatred inside.

It's as if you weren't there, but she was still here. It's not possible. She no longer existed and you wished you could swap places. She died so you can live but really and truly you didn't want to be here either.

The word is toxic and exhausting and larissa kept things joyful for you, always ready to sacrifice her happiness to see you smile. The memories of the good kept attacking your brain, handing in return instant headaches.

The first time you both laid eyes on eachother.

The time she asked you out on your first ever date.

The time she asked you to be her girlfriend.

The time she proposed.

The time she asked you to move in.

Right until the day you both said ' I do' the only soft, truthful words to ever be said to eachother. Maybe if larissa was here she offered up her happiness. You felt everything at once. It was all overwhelming. You wanted to be no where and here at the same time. The sadness you felt inside was unbearable yet no tears dared to escape..... they all stayed dried.

With a sigh you sniffed and made your way towards your seat, sitting besides Wednesday you flicked a warm smile towards her, you weren't sure if it was quite excalty warm though, after all your warmth was laying with her hands on her chest in a small, itchy casket. Larissa hated small spaces, if she was alive she wouldn't even be lying there now..... and that's how you knew she's really dead.

Because in the back of your head, there was a part of you that believed this was all a joke and that maybe thos was all a cruel prank to be played.

" are you ok?" You turned to look at the small girl besides you, forcing a smile you nodded. She definitely didn't believed you, to be honest who would?. Calling your heart broken would be an understatement, you don't know how celion dion sang that song because your heart definitely will not be going on without larissa. If you could have took her hand in death you would have.

"Til death do us part"

Wednesday truly cared for larissa, under her tough goth act there laid a heart of gold for the sapphire, Elsa blond hair and beautifully paled skin beauty.

You were once again broken from your trance as the pastor began to do his speech.

This you realized was your Roman empire, your own wife's death. You should really he celebrating her life but she hardly enjoyed her life. She was too tied up with work and you being on her back 24/7 percent of the time. She wasn't allowed space to breathe, well now she has more than enough.

After the pastor was done doing his speech you stepped on stage to say your urology - your last words. Taking a steady breath, and a long exhale you positioned the paper infront of you on the podium as you tried your best not to allow the tears their accompanied time frame.

" firstly, i want to thank you all for truly being here today so that we can honor our beloved and bright spark, Larissa Weems..... larissa was many things.... she was a principal, to some a English teacher. She was a daughter, a lover, a role model etc but t-to." You sighed as you looked down steading out your breath as your voice broke.

" to me larissa was much more than that in my life. I was a field of dead flowers before I met larissa, a-and she was like the sun that came out, bringing both warmth and healing into my life. She was and will forever be my hero that wore heels and my sunlight that brighten and made my life and day better. S-she never failed to make me smile or laugh, even giggle. I know to many of you she was so much more than just a sun.... she was the entire world even universe. And as we lay her to rest today I hope we all find the time to heal and be storng, because that's who larissa was, storng....."

Everyone sniffed, some clapped, most breaking down in tears. You never ment for anyone to shed even more tears or for any hearts to be broken any more than they already were you just needed everyone to find peace just as much as you wanted to find it as well.

After the funeral was over you hugged everyone goodbye and wished them a safe drive home as you also headed home, already planning to sleep because you couldn't accept the pain that you will feel after arriving home and realizing the house is empty.

As you pulled into the driveway you noticed the door looked pushed open. You weren't in the correct headspace but you knew for sure weren't crazy, you remember closing and locking the door perfectly well after leaving. After switching off the car and getting out you carefully walked up to the house - the mansion.

You fired all employees for three months with pay since you needed the time and house for yourself to simply be human and do human things which in this situation will be to grieve. Upon arrival you inspected the door before pushing it open and stepping inside slowly. If there was an intruder you'd rather catch them in the act, then call the police.

" hello?? Who's there? I suggest you just surrender now or I won't hesitate to call the cops on yo-" as you rounded the corner of the kitchen you saw larissa sitting on top of the countertop with her heels long forgotten on the carpet of the dinning room chair. Her lipstick was smudge as her legs swinged back and forth. She looked...... well not dead obviously. You knew for sure you weren't dreaming and she definitely looked very alive.

She moaned softly as she finished her wine and placed the glass down ontop the counter with a small cling. She sighed as a smirk was quickly painted across her face. You didn't know how to react. Maybe you should scream and run for your life, be happy and joyful or to maybe stay sad just incase this was your own mind manipulating you into a maladaptive dream land trance.

" hello darling....." She spoke in a low husky voice as her eyes flicked up towards yours, they were dark and swirling with desires for many things - things that you knew of and knew not of.

" did you miss me?" She asked as her eyebrows quirked up in a teasing manner. Your body stayed frozen as she jumped off of the counter and strides towards you very slowly. Her hips swayed as the smirk remained on her face. You could hear your rapid heartbeat in your chest with every closer step she took towards you, not breaking eye contact nor curving her lips into a non - smirk.

She finally stopped right infront of you as she tilted her head to the side, inspecting your face, possibly trying her best to read your every emotion as well as she can. As you looked into her eyes you saw, warmth, passion, love, peace, joy, everything that made larissa unique was swirling around in her sapphire iris, you felt your connection spark that you had with her ignite as her hands made their way around your waist pulling you flush against her body.

" I'm alive, my love. Long story but right now I think I'd rather cherish you" she whispered against your earlobe, gently pressing a kiss towards your neck before leaning back to look at your face, but again it remained blank because you did not have any reactions or emotions lingering on your face or in your eyes. It's like you were a statue, frozen before time.

Larissa chuckled softly, her hands making their upwards your chest Slightly grouping your breast making a moan escape your from the back of your throat. She grinned as she pushed you up against the counter. Despite all odds and questions that needed to be asked about everything that happened you needed her badly, she was like a drug that you needed desperately to live. You grabbed her cheeks and forced her lips against yours.

It took her by surprise but she quickly kissed back with the same equal amount of passion. You opened your mouth and gaved her access as she gladly took it by slipping in her tongue and using it to her advantage. Her hands traveled down your body wildly as she squeezed your ass and grabbed your hips harshly as she picked you up and took you to the bedroom.

She kicked the door open with her feet as she switched on the lamp light before throwing you onto the bed aggressively. She crawled up towards you and reconnected both your lips again in a heated, sloppy desperate kiss that spoke so much words that the lips could never utter.

You helped her take off her clothing as she helped you in return.

" fuck I need to taste you darling" she mumbled before spreading your thighs apart and smirking. She bit her bottom lip as she admired your baby pink lace panties before proceeding to pulling it to the side. She groaned as she saw your arousal spreaded all around your cunt as your puffy clit stared back at her. Larissa wasted no time as she enveloped her mouth onto your small bud immediately setting a fast sucking pace.

Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as your hands immediately flew to her hair pulling her even closer.

" your so fucking delicious darling" she purred as the vibrations from her speech made your shiver. Larissa used her hands to hold your thighs open to prevent you from squirming and bucking your hips as her tongue flicked back and forth against your clit in a rapid pace.

" f-fuck, larissa, I'm gonna cum." You whispered as she chuckled darkly, her hot breath on your cunt was driving you crazy. She knew fully well what she was doing to you. Your stomach twisted as you felt larissas fingers trace slow steady circles around your entrance that caused your back to arch.

" so needy for mommy huh baby, you need me to be alive to fuck you senseless" your brain began to get fuzzy, the effect larissa had on you was dangerous - deadly dangerous. Your grip in her hair tighten as your nails digged deeper into her scalp. Your eyes rolled back as she continued to violate your clit endless in the most oragam way possible.

You felt the knot in your stomach tied as it was ready to explode. Your other free hand gripped the sheets as you swore you were gonna leave holes in it.

" such a dirty slut for mommy darling" she cooed as she slowly thrusted her two slender fingers into you at once before pulling them out, and that was all it took before you cummed in her mouth. She removed her lips from your abused bud as she gently kissed it before leaving open mouth kisses on your hot sweaty skin all the way up to your lips.

She watched as you tried to catch your breath as you gently shivered.

" I'm not done yet princess" she whispered before leaning over towards the side table and pulling open the drawer, her hand rumbled around in there for a while before a pink clip on button vibrator cake evident in your eyes. Larissa smirked before snaking her way back down to your pussy. She took both sides of your underwear and pulled it down as you lifted your hips to assist her.

You spread your legs even wider for her. She looked up at you with an evil expression before attaching the vibrator to your sensitive clit. As soon as she turned on the button you collapsed onto the bed in pleasure. You moaned as her hand wrapped around your neck. She leaned down closely to your face, her lips ghosting yours. You leaned in to place a kiss onto her lips but she pulled away chuckling.

" such a needy little girl, letting me do what I want with her needy cunt" you gasped as she slipped her two slender fingers into your cunt, your eyes rolled back as you let out a sigh of satisfaction. You could hear as her fingers went in and out of your wet cunt with squelching noises and your sweet moans and whimpers for her. You were her bitch to fuck.

Her hold on your neck tighten even more as her pace picked up to something more brutal. You cried out as she curled her fingers in you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again that had you going dumb for her and crying. She loved the way your greedy cunt clench led down around her fingers. Your hips rocked back and forth desperate to meet her thrust.

" Come on darling, cum again for me" she cooed as she picked up her pace, pushing her fingers deeper into you lr cunt past knuckle length.

" OH GOD! MOMMY! P-PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE, NEED IT SO BAD" you screamed as larissa pinched your nipple before slapping it, feeling as your body quirked and trashed beneath her, as your cunt spasms around her fingers. You wanted to try to hold off your oragsm a little while longer, not wanting to seem ' truly desperate ' as a whore who just needed her pussy fucked every second of the day by her wife but you simply couldn't.

" I know you want to" she whispered in a sultry voice, and that was the end of you. Your back arched as you let out the most pornographic moan ever to be heard as you coated larissas fingers with your cream. She continued to fuck you through your oragsm until you couldn't take the overstiumlation anymore. She removed her fingers and cleaned them off with her tongue, keeping her eyes on you.

The way her tongue swirled around her everyone finger, licking up your juices that ran down her hand made your cunt throb. You gulp as you cleared your throat.

" I wanna ride you" you spoke lowly and larissa scoffed.

" go on, get the strap then you can fuck yourself on mommy big cock, maybe if we're lucky I can put a baby in you, get you all full and round with my baby" she groaned.

the thought along had you sprinting towards the closest to get the biggest strap with the most deepest curve possible.

And with this you knew tonight was going to be a very very long night....... hopefully one with pleasure and maybe when that's finished you can get the answers you deserve, because you didn't deserve all that pain and heartache.

[stormblessed95]

so is the video with jk and a girl in his apartment real?

I'll answer this once so you all will stop sending me asks about it, because my god. Relax people.

1. It's ILLEGAL to film someone without their knowledge inside their place of residence like this. How the FUCK are you people all losing your shit about if it's real or not and what that means for shipping and not about the absolute lack of boundaries and how fucked up it is to film someone like that?? Report the video and the people spreading it to Big Hit. Doesn't matter if it's real or not, at this point it's got JKs name attached to it and they should know. They want to know about malicious rumors like this.

^ please do so if you care about them at all

2. It doesn't look real to me. It looks like a set up, which is what predictably happens often to BTS members whenever they have a comeback. In fact, 5 days ago someone warned people on Twitter that they heard about someone making up rumors and to not believe them and be ready to report as antis had a whole plan to try and turn JKs Chinese fans against him and since it was posted on Weibo and targeted towards a Chinese audience first... that tracks as well. The video came out of no where from a brand new account and then all of a sudden a ton of random anti accounts were sharing it everywhere. It's supposed to be distracting ARMYs from streaming his new song and give him a "scandal" (because oh no, someone in their mid 20s might date someone! Gasp!) Is it working? Because we should all honestly care less....

^you can check their account to see the thread too if you want

3. Multiple people have pointed out all over Twitter the minor layout differences of the apartment and how things don't totally match up that get overlooked due to how grainy the video is. (Creepy ass video.) And again, NOT THE POINT. I doubt it's actually JK. Like I truly do. It only sort of looks like him too. So whatever. But his name is attached and people are going to believe whatever they want to believe now. But honestly. True or not, if you are going to be more mad that an idol is fucking someone (no matter who) over that their privacy was invaded, your priorities are screwed up. And that's a you problem.

4. No, this isn't like the Tae and Jennie thing either, this is such a drastically different type of *leak* (that's I don't even think it IS a leak and not real, but that's just me, yall can think he is happily together with this girl if you want) and the focus on shipping and the scandal of that whole thing instead of their privacy being invaded and people just not caring about that is just as fucked up now as it was then. And that's the only comparable thing to this scenario here.

Hugs and condolences though i guess to anyone actually upset. Goodnight.

[amberbeach]

'OLD SCARS'

gif belongs to me

Tommy met you in college. The first time he saw you, you were sitting on the grass as you made last-minute adjustments to an assignment that was due to be handed in within the hour. He was walking with Hayley who called out to you, and you lifted your head, a slight furrow in your brow which relaxed when you saw Hayley, smiling as you sent her a wave.

Hayley walked towards you, and Tommy trailed behind, holding the strap of his bag tighter when Hayley introduced him.

Your smile was warm as you cleared space on the blanket you were sitting on, allowing them to join you. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is." Tommy placed his backpack beside him as he sat down. "What are you working on?"

"A five page essay that's ruining my life." You smiled softly, your gazes locked for a moment before you turned to Hayley. "Can you check it, please? I've read it four times, and I'm not absorbing anything at this point."

Hayley laughed lightly, nodding, "Sure."

You thanked her as she took the stapled papers, and when you turned to find your water bottle, she noticed how Tommy's eyes had yet to look away from you. With a slight smile, she began to read the essay, and you looked around for a water fountain.

"Hey, you guys didn't happen to find a water fountain on your travels, did you? I've been here for two months and still get lost." You smiled sheepishly.

"Yeah, I saw one. I'll walk with you." Tommy stood up, and Hayley lifted her head to watch you walk away.

Tommy immediately struck up a conversation about your studies, and you explained that you met Hayley in the library one afternoon and became fast friends.

"She's a lover of all things digital while I'm more fond of paper." You smiled, looking up at him. "I typed the essay on my laptop, and I could see how proud she was."

Tommy chuckled.

"Don't tell her I wrote it on paper first."

Tommy promised that he wouldn't.

He was so distracted by you that he almost walked by the water fountain.

You stepped forward to fill up your bottle and thanked the Red Ranger for accompanying you.

"I switched colleges to be closer to home." You explained as you both headed back towards Hayley. "I did consider coming here, but I wanted to go out of state. Change of scenery and all that."

"Why did you switch?"

"My grandfather died."

"I'm sorry." Tommy frowned.

You sent him a small smile, thanking him. Many people often gave condolences, but you knew he was sincere. "It's just me and my mom now, and I wanted to be closer to her. She said she was okay, but she's not the type to ask something like that."

"Do you miss it? Your old college?" He asked.

"Sometimes. I still talk to a few friends I made there. But I like the professors here. Except the one that gave me the essay."

Tommy chuckled as you walked on the grass, sending Hayley a smile as you placed your water bottle in your backpack.

"I'm impressed." She said, handing you the essay, "I'll make a digital goddess of you yet."

Tommy rolled his lips to hide his amused smile, meeting your gaze when you glanced at him.

You picked up your backpack and carried it on your shoulder. "I need to get this across campus. But I'll see you guys later?"

"Definitely." Hayley agreed, standing up to help fold the blanket. She turned to Tommy when you said goodbye and walked away, her smile growing when she saw he was unable to tear his eyes away from you. "So..."

His brow furrowed as he turned his head, meeting her gaze. "What?"

"You like her!" She grinned, holding his arm as she walked in the opposite direction of you, pulling him along.

"Yeah, she's great."

Hayley shook her head, "You think she's pretty..." She sang, trailing off with a giggle.

Tommy shook his head. "I'm not looking for anything right now."

He had confided in Hayley about his last relationship. He still kept Kimberly's letter, and after reading it, Hayley understood why he was hesitant to enter a new relationship. But she knew he needed a little nudge to put his heart back out there.

"You are too good of a man to be single forever."

Tommy was thankful when she dropped the subject.

The second time he saw you, he was searching the library for a book to reference in an assignment. You were sitting on the ground between bookcases with a pencil in your ponytail as you searched your backpack.

"Hey," He whispered, and your head snapped up, a smile forming on your lips that took his breath away. "Lost something?"

"My pencil. I had it a minute ago."

An amused smile formed on his lips as he pointed to his hair, and your brow furrowed as you reached above your head, smiling sheepishly when you took the pencil from your ponytail.

"Thank you."

"Anytime." He smiled, adjusting the strap of his backpack on his shoulder.

"What brings you to my little neck of the books?" You asked, exchanging 'woods' from the phrase causing him to chuckle.

Tommy told you about his latest assignment, and you thought for a moment before standing up, carrying the book and your backpack as you led him through the library. His eyes took in your features as you searched the bookcase before taking a book. He snapped out of his trance as you approached him with a smile.

"There you go."

"Thanks."

"I know. I spend too much time here." You walked away, and his feet immediately forced him to follow.

"There are worse places to spend your time."

You smiled softly, "Hayley says all the dust isn't good for my lungs. But she also says it's easy to find me if she wants to."

After checking out the books, you left the library together and learned about his past in Angel Grove. He told you about his friends from high school, and you realized that you had met one of them. Adam.

Tommy checked his watch, and seeing the time, he asked if you wanted to join him for lunch. You agreed with a smile, and he mirrored it, leading the way.

The first thing he noticed about you was your beauty. The second was your warmth. The third was how easy it was to talk to you about anything and everything.

When Hayley found out that he had eaten lunch with you, he knew from her grin that she had gotten the wrong idea.

"It wasn't a date."

"Uh-huh."

Tommy shook his head, "It wasn't."

"The two of you eating together, gazing across the bench...yeah, it wasn't a date."

He named Kimberly when he discussed his life in high school but didn't call her his ex-girlfriend. She was just a friend whom he lost touch with, but after learning the truth Hayley understood his hesitancy to enter a new relationship despite the many girls who asked him on a date.

"It wasn't!"

Hayley turned to him with a sigh. "I'm messing with you. Even if you did like her, she would be the last to know. She's oblivious to everything that doesn't happen in a book."

Tommy didn't see you for three days. He went to the library, telling himself he should read more, and shut down the excitement that came when he thought of seeing you again. But he couldn't deny he was disappointed not to see you around.

He saw you on the fourth day, carrying a stack of books in your arms that covered your vision and jogged over, leaving his friends to catch the tipping tower before it fell. He removed some of the books, and smiled when your eyes met. And the hammering of his heart was too loud to ignore.

"Thank you!" You sighed. "The librarian threatened to ban me from the library if I didn't return the books I checked out."

"You read all of these?" He raised an eyebrow.

You nodded, "Most of them are for classes. I've been trying to read for fun more."

Tommy looked over his shoulder when Adam called out to you, seeing his team approaching. You sent the raven haired boy a smile.

Tommy introduced you to Tanya, Katherine, and Rocky.

"It's nice to meet all of you." You smiled softly, glancing at Tommy.

"I'll help you carry these to the library."

It was less of an offer, and it was more like him stating that he would. There was no way you could make the trip yourself. You were surprised the tower hadn't fallen more on the walk through campus.

"You don't have to." You assured him.

"I want to." Tommy sent you a smile that made your cheeks warm, and you hoped the blush was not noticeable.

You said goodbye to his friends and fell into step beside Tommy as he led the way to the library. He took more books from your stack, and when you tried to take some back, he side stepped out of reach, chuckling when you attempted to appear stern.

"I haven't seen you around in a while." He commented.

A sad smile formed on your lips, and he frowned at the sight, feeling as if he had stolen the light you carried around.

"I went home for a few days." You explained. "I was talking to my mom one night, and I could tell she had been crying. She had taken time off work to finalise the sale of her parents' house. It brought up a lot of memories."

"How is she?" He asked.

"Better now." You sent him a small smile. "We looked through old pictures and family videos...ate a lot of ice cream."

Tommy smiled softly, "And how are you?"

You turned your head to meet his gaze, tilting in confusion. And he wondered if he was the first to ask how you were coping with the loss of your grandfather and balancing college with worrying about your mother, leaving little time for yourself.

"You lost someone too. And you moved back into the state, leaving friends behind." He said.

You sighed, "I'm okay."

Even you didn't believe it.

"Classes have been keeping me busy. And if I have my mind on a book, I can block out everything else."

Tommy nodded in understanding. Reading a book was your way of escaping the stresses of everyday life.

"If you ever want to talk," He cleared his throat, "I want you to know that you can talk to me. Anytime."

You sent him a smile, "Thanks, Tommy."

When you arrived at the library, you both placed the books down, and while the librarian checked each book off her list, you relieved your shoulders of your backpack, opening it to reveal more books inside.

Tommy shook his head, amused by the number of books you had read in one month, and wished he'd noticed your backpack that looked heavy.

"Thanks. I feel bad for taking you away from your friends."

You sent him a sheepish smile when he helped lift the backpack onto the desk.

Tommy shook his head, "I see them everyday. And besides, I missed you."

You smiled softly, "I missed you too."

The librarian set the books aside, "Well, everything appears to be here."

"So I can check out more, right?"

She nodded, "Until the next time."

You grinned as you walked away, and Tommy smiled as he followed, shaking his head, knowing there would definitely be a next time.

He matched your pace and tried to quieten the voice inside him telling him to muster up the courage to ask -

"Hey, wanna grab lunch together?"

Tommy exhaled, slowly nodding. "I'd love to."

"We need lots of protein after that workout."

Laughter jolted his shoulders, and you smiled at the Red Ranger when he nodded in agreement.

As you sat on a bench beside him a short while later, Tommy concluded that it wasn't so daunting or so inconceivable that he could start over. That Hayley was right.

He and Kimberly had drifted apart, but it seemed like the universe was doing everything in its power to draw you together. And Tommy knew he couldn't ignore it forever. Being with you, surrounded by the light you brought wherever you went, healed his old scars without even knowing it.

[xnerdiebirdiex]

In regards to the Elliot Gindi incident

I'm not gonna talk about what he did publicly, whoever wants to know more about it should either search online or send me a DM. We can all agree on what he did was disgusting and unforgivable, however we need to stop targeting fans just because they still like Tighnari. Elliot is NOT Tighnari, he's just his English VA. Or rather was. I don't believe Mihoyo will keep him after that.

Which brings me to the next point:

Stop complaining about Elliot not being officially fired yet. This takes time. Mihoyo has to take legal actions and has to investigate this mess. It's not gonna be dealt with in just a few days. I know you're upset, angry and disgusted and you have every right to be. Especially his victims. Give it time. On top of that they have to find a replacement for him, which takes time as well.

Onto the next point:

Stop sending death threats to him.

You have every right to your feelings, but please... Don't tell him to k*ll himself. Replying to toxic behavior with toxic behavior doesn't help anyone. Voice your feelings, you have every right to do that, but please do it right. Fighting fire with fire hurts everyone.

Also:

Don't come after people that ask if some of the VA's are okay. They were friends for god's sake. Just because they weren't his victims doesn't mean they're not affected by it. I saw so many mean comments, because someone said that they hope Alejandro/CyYu (Cynos VA) is doing okay because of what Elliot did, AFTER they send their well wishes and condolences to the victims. Just because someone's pain is bigger than someone else's doesn't mean they don't suffer because of it.

To the people coming after Alejandro because he didn't adressed it as soon as others. HE WAS IN THE HOSPITAL FOR THE WHOLE DAY! You should be ashamed to judge that quickly and especially for that reason.

To the victims:

I'm so sorry you had to go through all this and I really wish you all the best for the future. I hope you'll get through this and I'm so proud and grateful for everyone that spoke up! You're real heros, truly!

[blackbackedjackal]

When talking to a client about a pet memorial, how do you usually go about it? Like sending/receiving the pet's body, figuring out payment, knowing what the client wants, etc.

I'm planning on getting my cat taxidermed when he dies, but I'm unsure how to go about it. What to ask, what to say, how to send him, all that stuff.

(If you still answer, ask. Please, and thank)

First, I send my condolences. Losing a pet is extremely difficult, and I want the owner to know that this is a service I provide for folks to help with their grieving process.

Second is to ask the owner what they would like done with the remains and provide a quote/estimate based on the work I would need to do. I currently charge $50/hr for active work (skinning, fleshing, tanning, breaking in hides, etc.) and can usually estimate that on the species and size of the animal. The only other fees added are for supplies used. Payment is not required until the pet is safe in my freezer. I ask for a 50% deposit up to get started, and the rest may be paid at the owner's convenience.

Third is shipping or scheduling a pickup/drop-off if the owner is local. I have a document I send to owners on how to handle shipping and will answer any additional questions if needed. Shipping can be very expensive, so I don't require any payments until after the pet has arrived and when the owner is ready.

Once the pet is safe with me, I try to update my clients on progress every 2-8 weeks. There's a lot of inactive time (soaking in degrease baths, pickles, etc.) so there's generally not much to update the owners on until a processing complete and onto the next stage. I try to get pets back home within 3-6 months assuming there are no delays, but the work can be very unpredictable, and it can take up to a year for processing to complete for more complicated projects. I've admittedly been behind on commissions due to the passing of my own dog and other life things, but owners are always welcome to message me for updates!

[ari-jay]

A Mysterious Tip(Prologue)

Soft jazz music played through the orphanage walls. Most of the kids were asleep, tucked in their beds, while Rose and Clover were busy prepping for the funeral. They were trying to figure out how they would get the funds to do the public funeral. They didn't really have much funds to being with. As they were discussing the budget, the doorbell began to ring.

"Who could that be at this hour?" Rose said.

She went up to the door and was greeted by a mysterious man with a brief case.

"Uh... Can I help you?" Rose said.

"The Lady of the Woods sends her condolences..." They said as he held out a briefcase to Rose.

Rose looked at the brief case, then back at the man.

"Don't worry, it's nothing dangerous..." He said he handed her the briefcase.

"Wait, who-!" Before she could say another word, the person had disappeared into the night.

She closed the door behind her and went down to the maintenance tunnel where Clover and the rest of the gang were.

"Who was at the door, Rose?" Clover said.

"Some guy who delivered this briefcase. Idk. It seems pretty weird and shady if ya ask me." She said.

Rose placed the case on the table as they looked at it for a moment. Wondering if it was sent by someone from the Darling family or the Silver Fang Gang. Either way, the only way they would find out is to open it. Using caution, Clover unclasped the case and slowly opened it.

Inside of it was nothing but clover shaped black and gold Confetti.

"What the glittery goofs is this? A prank? A trick?" Nellie said as she stared at the case.

Clover took a closer look at the confetti and moved it around to revealing the bottom of the case.

"So, it's just a dumb briefcase that was filled with confetti?" Rose said, sounding annoyed and confused.

"No... look closer, Rose." She said as she pointed to a button hidden inside the case.

"This briefcase has more than meets the eye." She pressed the button, and the wood covering the second layer popped open. She lifted the wood to reveal a layer of stacks of cash and a black envelope.

The whole gang was shocked by the amount that was there.

"Holy Golden Nuggets! It's a money bag!" Nelie said as her eyes shined by the amount of money that was there.

Clover looked at the envelope. It had a red heart on it, but over it was a white x. She opened the envelope and read the letter.

"Dear Miss Clover,

How did you like my gift? My condolences to you, but I always saw death as more of a celebration of life than one that's about grief and sorrow. A real shame me and my family won't be able to hear or see any of your performances for a while. I'm a huge fan, you could even say I'm an admirer of both your performances on stage and backstage if you know what I'm saying.

I hope this will cover all the funds needed to execute a lovely funeral for a heart of gold like yours. Hopefully in your next life, I will be able to meet you in person and share a duet or two with you. Don't worry about your secret too. I cross my heart that I won't tell anyone about your plan. Just know... you have someone who's got their eyes, ears, and voice around this town. You know how the saying goes...

Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer..."

-Lady of the Woods

Clover had so many questions going through her head, but one thing she knew she was certain of...

There was another Family out there, but one important question stuck out above the rest of them swirling in her head...

Are they friend or foe?

Wooooo! Done and done! A Welcome Home Mob! AU Comic.

These wonderful characters do not belong to me. They belong to the wonderful and talented artist below.

Mob! Red Rose: @maddiethehatter2192

Mob! Clover: @chimeracarnival

Mob! Sheriff Nellie: @sheriffopossum

Please go take a look at their blogs, or give them a follow!

Also, thank you for sticking around to the end and taking the time to read up until this point. I have a lot of plans for this fandom, so I appreciate your patience and support!

[touloserlautrec]

For the ask game! 29. Create a text conversation between two characters to show us their dynamic.

OKAY, you asked for it, co-writer. And boy did this get away from me. (from this ask game)

Fox's phone--Text log with "Sandy-doodle-doo"

Saturday 8:47 PM Sandy: Hey

Saturday 9:11 PM Sandy: Hey

Saturday 9:14 PM Sandy: Hey u up

Fox: Sadly

Sandy: I have an important question for you

Fox: Shoot

Sandy: Say a man had a new bottle of whiskey

Fox: I'm with you and I like where this is going

Sandy: And say he also came into possession of a worm

Fox: Sandy I don't love where this is going but I am picking up what you're putting down and no

Sandy: Could I put the worm in the whiskey and make it awesome like tequila but awesomer because it's barrel aged

Fox: I love your weird, beautiful brain, but please back away and put the worm down

Sandy: Would you still love me if I were a worm?

Fox: Maybe

Sandy: What if I told you I have a snuggie with your name on it?

Fox: Then definitely yes I would still love you. Please don't drown yourself in whiskey

Sandy: Too late ;) hang on lemme send you an unsolicited pic

Sandy: [pic of a snuggie, custom printed with a photo of Fox's face tiled on it]

Fox: 🤣🤣🤣 you're fucking kidding this is amazing is that real???🤣🤣🤣

Sandy: u know it bb

Sandy: come over ;)

Fox: Swooning, omw but please get rid of the worm

Sandy: Her name is STEPHANIE and she is my GIRLFRIEND so you SHUT YOUR MOUTH

Sunday 1:12 AM Fox: I wnat you to know that i am v pleased but also teh bathtub is v hard to pour

Sunday 1:14 AM Fox: I can't believe you'd get me drunka nd not even text back when I am drowningg

Sunday 9:03 AM Sandy: Hey sorry I missed ur text I passed out pretty much as soon as you left. We forgot to turn off the game, it looks like one of your Sims perished in the bathroom with his cereal, sorry RIP

Sunday 10:45 AM Sandy: Hey man, you okay? Did you really drown?

Sunday 10:58 AM Sandy: Should I come over and check on you?

Sunday 11:04 AM Sandy: I'm coming over

Sunday 11:14 AM Sandy: I'm here. Your door is locked. U home?

Sandy: Okay, I'm slipping a note under your door and if you're dead you'll have to haunt me about it.

Sunday 12:31 PM Sandy: I texted Anise and she said you're with Louis. Condolences. But peep the note under your door when you get home

Sunday 6:59 PM Fox: Hey sorry, my phone drowned in the bathtub last night but all hail the bowl of rice. Also, wtf, you do know that putting a note that says "S.O.S." under my door to try to help me isn't how that works, right?

Sandy: Yay! You're not dead! 🎉

Fox: Just sliding right past that one, huh?

Sandy: 🤷‍♂️

[systemadministratorclu]

Starters from my own writing (part 3)

Quotes from a few of my own fanfics. Adjust pronouns as needed. Feel free to combine them or send in more than one. Specify muse for multimuse blogs. And this meme you CAN reblog from me. X)

Part 1 here. Part 2 here Part 4 here Part 5 here Part 6 here Part 7 here

"Don't try anything, Lyle."

"You, tell her to knock it off. Now!"

"Start talkin' ______. What's goin' on?"

"______, what have we done to you?"

"How can you people do this?"

"He is one of your own! He trusted you! All of you!"

"You seem to care about him. Why do you and not them?"

"What did YOU do? Why do YOU care?"

"I didn't realize people's lives meant so little anymore."

"Oh boo hoo, ______, you lost your little toy. No one cares."

"I would NEVER treat ______ like that! Ever!"

"You know, they say you shouldn't kick a man when he's down."

"______.....a-are you okay?"

"Why him? What did ______ do wrong to deserve this."

"I can understand your pain. But there is only one way to save the ones we love now."

"I'm not going to ask anyone to do this with me, as it may very well be a suicide mission."

"I'm aware it's a crazy thing to do. But it's also the right thing to do."

"That's right, come and get me."

"You will NOT be allowed to destroy my people, vile witch!"

"Hold on, ______. Just a little longer."

"Where do you think you're going?"

"______, you're bleeding."

"You're safe, ______."

"I'm here. Everything's okay now. You're okay."

"I thought I lost you, ______."

"They all know about us now. We don't have to hold it inside anymore."

"I love you, ______. I love you so much and I never want to lose you again."

"You sure, ______? This the one you want?"

"Ohoho, ______ would LOVE this."

"How could I not love him, though? He's smart, he's sweet, he's.....well, just look at him."

"You've certainly got yourself something special, ______."

"I don't deserve him, but I'm gonna do whatever it takes to not lose him."

"I'm happy to help any way I can. You name it, I'll make it happen. Just call me Santa."

"You should probably get going. You told ______ you wouldn't be too long."

"I am not going to want to move tomorrow."

"Come on and lay down for me, I'll make it feel better."

"You're wearing your sweater backwards......also, that's actually MY sweater."

"You would not believe how weird it was getting condolences and flowers for someone who's not dead."

"Really? I'm 'guy who dies first'? Gee, thanks for the confidence."

"You're more like 'first guy we actually cared about to die'."

"How's 'guy ______ cried like a baby over' sound?"

"Alright enough gab flappin'!"

"A little help, guys? Please?"

"Trust me, you'll want this to remember."

"Is this different from just going to a market?"

"I'll explain it more when we get to town."

"It's okay, ______, I've got something planned for just the two of us anyway."

"You gonna take us for a ride, big guy?'

"What's not to like? He can probably tell how sweet you are."

"Now I can see your beautiful eyes."

"So that's what you do, eh? I think I like that tradition. A lot."

"You sure I'm checked out on this class of vehicle?"

"I'll be right here beside you, I'll help if you need it."

"How did you get this, sir?"

"Damn, I have something on my face, don't I."

"It's gotten pretty late, what do you say we all retire for the night?"

"______, you said you would tell me. Why are you so hesitant to tell?"

"You just spent the whole day making sure today was perfect for me. Of course, any day spent with you is perfect in my book."

"Oh god, Oh ______ I am so sorry. See? This is why I didn't want to tell you."

"I wish I was there to comfort you when you were little."

"______, how.....how did you get this?"

"No matter what, I'm so proud of you. Love, ______."

"Ooh, that drawing is so cute! Look, ______ did it when he was little!"

"I have something else I've been working on for you, too. A.....more special way to say what you mean to me, ______."

"It's probably not very good, but I wrote this for you, ______."

"That was beautiful. And your voice is beautiful.....Thank you."

"I hope you like what I've got for you."

"______.....you have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you. Thank you so, so much."

"I have come to a very important decision."

"I...I didn't want to say anything earlier, but....I-I have one more gift for you. A-A r-really important one."

"It's okay, ______. You're going to do great."

"I want this to be a good experience for....both of us, but especially you."

"People tend to stare at beautiful things. And you, my love, are absolutely breathtaking."

"You are so goddamn beautiful, ______."