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bechloesupercorp · 2 years ago
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She doesn't know what day it is.
It could be weeks upon weeks, or maybe even just one, long, treacherous day. They leave her here, dangling by her wrists in the middle of an empty warehouse. A cruel coincidence really, to be awaiting rescue in the same position she had once had that FBC guy, Matteo, in.
They were coming to rescue her. 
Right? 
Of course, she chides herself, We took vows to serve and protect our sisters. However, they also took vows to uphold the objectives of the OCS – including leaving one of their own. 
No, she whispers to herself. Ava wouldn't leave her. 
Ava, who glows with warmth, unlike the chill that reaches Bea's bones. It creeps, deeper and deeper, into the crevices of her soul, fighting the occasional hunger pang. The tips of her fingers are numb, and so are her toes, as she swings and shivers helplessly. Stripped of her gear, her undershirt, pants, and the black sack that obscures her vision do nothing against the nighttime chill. It's funny – nights never felt this cold before, when she'd stumble home from the bar with Ava in her arms.
Ava. She'd give everything to see her smile again. Maybe, if she could just utter the words, she would tell her that she loves her, has loved her, since that moment outside Mother Superion's office. 
Sometimes, when she opens her eyes to the black nothingness, she blinks and can see all the moments that she's ever cherished with the halo bearer. At the beginning, it gave her conviction to resist the torture. A metal pipe to the stomach, endless barrage of fists, shallow cuts from her captors' knives. Divine punishment is what they had called it, screaming and yelling at her to give up the halo bearer and her sisters at the OCS. She'd refused, without doubt, even as they'd loosened the chains and given her a moment of reprieve, before tilting her slightly upside down and pouring gallon after gallon over the cloth stuck over her head.
The sack clung to her face, giving her no space to breathe. Her heart rate accelerated, lungs deprived of oxygen. All those morning runs did little to combat the weakness that fell over her as she hacked as much water out of her lungs before the next round. Over and over, until she was just weakly spasming on the concrete, moaning Ava's name and asking for the strength to survive.
Maybe it's been a few days. It would make the most sense, given all that's been done, though that doesn't prevent the shiver that runs up her spine when she realises what that means. She's been abandoned. Like the way she was at the boarding school, alone with barely anything of value. That's it. She's reached full circle. She's taken her vows of poverty and chastity, her vows of endless service and this will be her last service – withering away, alone, in some warehouse in Switzerland for the others to make their escape. 
It's completely silent. The FBC's interrogation tactic of choice – leaving prisoners alone with their thoughts to suffer. Blood still drips down her back, down her sides, slow and steady. It makes her slightly lightheaded, so she lets her head hang, comforted by the thought of an end. Everything is cold, but her heart is warmed by the love she has been given in this life. In the next, she promises, and lets herself let go.
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atelier-rougelian · 2 months ago
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Rin/Rina/Serina/Sarina | any pronouns | shapeshifting office worker
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hubbydraws · 2 years ago
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Username change!! Woohoooo!!! Gotta change for the new year!!!!
atseawithbees > hubbydraws
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xx-justsomeguy-xx · 8 months ago
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These two were on my feed yesterday and you don't know the speed with which I saved them to show you iah 😭♥️
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The first one!!!! Kitty looks so upset about it omg 😭🥺🥺 I’m so happy you see these cats with kiss marks on them and then of me shdjshs I love these pictures SOOO much!!
I saw the second one on twt too shdjshs unfortunately did not get to see the thread in real time >.< despite the many cat related subreddits I’m in, I don’t get to see too many kissie cats…
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berrymoos · 1 year ago
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heyyy sillies :3 send me some emojis & i'll do this for moon knight, ninjago, and spiderverse!!
Agere Headcanons Ask Game
Send me a character from one of my fandoms and an emoji!
💡How did they discover age regression?
📈Age range?
🍼What’s their favourite age regression accessory/gear?
💕Do they have a caregiver?
🧸What’s their favourite toy?
👒What do they like to wear when they regress?
🎮What’s their favourite thing to do when they’re small?
✨How are they different when they regress?
🎨What does their ideal nursery/playroom look like?
🚸Do they have another regressor they play with?
❤️Who knows about their regression?
☀️What triggers their regression (positive)?
🌀What triggers their regression (negative)?
🌈What about their regression is unusual, unexpected, or non-traditional?
🃏Random headcanon about their regression!
Feel free to reblog with your fandoms that people can ask you about! 
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marlenesluv · 1 year ago
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book lover. (LN)
summary: you’re a booktuber, always posting about your books, coffee, music, and of course, your amazing boyfriend, lando norris.
warnings: none!
note: i’ll probably write another book reader for daniel as well. (the polls were close and idk i think they’d both be cute.) also, another note, haley pham, sara carroli, and destiny sidwell are bookstagram/youtubers, so keep that in mind while reading. this is for my taylor swift and books lovers, cuz me too.
masterlist here -> masterlist link
^ check my list for all posts! ^
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liked by: landonorris, haleypham, and 246,275 others
y/n.user: “and it would’ve been sweet, if it could’ve been me”
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landonorris: are you breaking up with me????
|> y/n.user: HUH??
|> landonorris: the caption??????????
|> y/n.user: thats a taylor swift quote, lan. and it’s about the book i’m reading
|> landonorris: you NEED to update me on these posts before you post them
|> oscarpiastri: he was literally running around the paddock thinking you were mad at him
|> y/n.user: oh no, my baby 🙁🫶
haleypham: i cant wait for your new video :))
|> y/n.user: :))
|> booksfan: Y/N AND HALEY COLLAB????
georgerussell63: how on earth did you take a picture of your phone with your phone…
|> y/n.user: that’s not my phone….
|> georgerussel63: we’ll it isn’t landos?
|> y/n.user: i have other friends besides lando
|> landonorris: *boyfriend*
|> y/n.user: right, he’s also my only boyfriend
readerpop: live, laugh, love, y/n <3
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landonorris: my little book worm🫠❤️
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danielricciardo: what book is she reading, lando?
|> landonorris: i think “the tales of the housewives”?
|> y/n.user: i’m reading THE HANDMAIDS TALE LANDO
|> landonorris: i was close
f1wagsupdates: OUR book worm, actually
landonorris.fanpage: they are too damn cute
carlossainz55: mate, i think she rather read than be with you rn😬
|> landonorris: she said she’s “escaping reality”
|> oscarpiastri: so “escaping you”
|> landonorris: what
|> y/n.user: THATS NOT TRUE, STOP STRESSING HIM OUT
formula1.fp: cutest f1 couple
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tagged: haleypham
y/n.user: new video out with haley!! we read, drank wine, played uno, and suffered listening to lando and ryan talk about football🙁
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haleypham: literally, suffered. but at least we got reading time
|> y/n.user: so true
f1.edits: am i obsessed with the fact that y/n gives us lando snippets? yes, yes i am
|> y/n.fans: just wait, she said a while ago that she’s posting a video from game night with the grid
|> y/n.fp: is that even still happening??
|> y/n.user: mwahahaha, soon
|> y/n.fp: i think i j shit my pants omg
landonorris: everyone go watch my girlfriends new video!! she’s so pretty and cool and awesome and sexy and funny and adorable and etc
|> charles_leclerc: there isn’t a better promotion for this video
|> y/n.user: thanks lando! my boyfriend is also so pretty and cool and awesome and sexy and funny and adorable and etc!
|> landonorris: you think i’m pretty?🥹
|> y/n.user: my pretty boy
|> landonorris: ive passed out
|> maxfewtrell: YOU BROKE MY BSF
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landonorris: date nights consist of book shopping, reading, and y/n taking pictures of me in a golf cart!
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y/n.user: good thing you’re the photographer in this relationship
|> landonorris: and you can read enough for the both of us
f1wags: cuties are being cuties
bookstagram.edits: so y/n has GOOD book taste, i see
alex_albon: i think y/n has an eye with the camera
|> landonorris: don’t lie, alex
|> lilymhe: at least y/n can read
|> y/n.user: GO OFF QUEEN LILY✊
formula1updates: pls pls why are they so sweet, WHY AM I SINGLE
carlossainz55: how did you manage to get a girlfriend who reads and deals with you
|> y/n.user: he offered to buy me books, so i give him gf content
|> carlossainz55: ah yes, this makes sense
|> landonorris: thats not funny
|> y/n.user: hehe
|> landonorris: let’s see how “hehe” that is when i don’t cuddle you tonight and throw ur books away
|> y/n.user: NO MY BOOKS
|> carlossainz55: AHHHAHAHA MATE OMG
|> landonorris:…..cuddles……
|> y/n.user: I MEAN- OH NO I NEED MY CUDDLES
f1xupdate: omg the comments HELP
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y/n’s instagram story:
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y/n.user: “he was sunshine, i was midnight rain” (lando its just a t.s. song lyric i love you.)
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landonorris: i love you more☺️
taylorswift: you guys are adorable! i wish you nothing but happiness and love <3
|> y/n.user: TAYLOR!? OMG YAYWBFLWNR KENT FI CSMT OWKFKS HELP DIDKSD OMGBRODK
|> pierregasly: uh oh, taylor broke y/n….
|> des.sidster: OMG Y/N TAYLOR AHHHHHHHH
|> y/n.user: IK AHHHHHH WKEKDOSK IABRFKDJE
|> maxverstappen1: lando. your girlfriend is glitching
|> landonorris: she’s sobbing in my arms, she’s more than glitching, mate
f1.edits: i am LIVING for taylor being here
y/nxlando.fans: where did taylor, mother, come from?
y/n.user: GUYS TAYLOR FOLLOWED ME. TAYLOR ILY AND I HATE JAKE GRRRR JAKE
|> arthur_leclerc: GRRR?????
|> olliebearman: i get it
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(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)
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fanaticsnail · 4 months ago
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Hey! Hope you’re doing well this fine day~ I had a cute idea if u just wanna hear me rant about it.
So imagine teaching Killer a new pasta recipe whether that is a new sauce or new way to cook it and making it for him and watching him literally LIGHT UP with pure glee over how good it is. I say this as I’ve made my grandma’s spaghetti sauce which is STRAIGHT UP ADDICTING every time I make it and gobble it all up. Like the reader can be like a straw hat or kid pirate who is like hey I have this really yummy pasta recipe if you wanna try and afterwards she keeps on exchanging recipes with Killer and lowkey he in love with her mwahahaha (cause as they say in Princess and the Frog “the quickest way to a man’s heart, is through his stomach”). And she cooks it for him since he is always cooking 🥹🥹🥹
Also! I do have to add how much IM OBSESSED with the recent Hey Doc Drabble. Idk if you saw my tags but man I was GOING THROUGH IT. All the sweet nicknames and just the pure desperation for doc to be okay like 😭😭😭 and POOR HEAT AND BUBBLEGUM LIKE AWWWW I need a part 2 to that or SOMETHING just to see an aftermath if you will. Wire calling them “honey” had me WEAK.
Alright imma head out now, have a marvelous day/night 🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️
How did I miss this 😭. Thank you for your beautiful compliments on the 'Hey Doc' series. It's been an absolute joy to write. Reading through tags and reblogs are my favourite: especially when it's as enthusiastic as yours has been. You're so much fun, and I very much appreciate the time you take to read and go through my silly things. I can't write a full fic, but I hope this little drabble satiates the need of cooking with Killer 🖤.
Pasta
Masterlist Here
Word Count: mini-fic, just a little one.
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Themes: Killer x reader, fluff, cooking, food, Killer is in awe, you are cooking, and I am hungry.
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The one thing he hasn't managed to perfect is a pure, unadulterated Marinara. Anything to do with crushed tomato he finds too acidic, and over compensates with far too much salt to cut the tannins. He's tried everything: more onion, less herbs, malted brown sugar, refining his own salt by storing sea water on the oven, everything. He just can't seem to get it right.
Killer and pasta: his one weakness.
He would never admit it, but he has been attempting to perfect each recipe he comes upon. Pesto is all made from scratch: crushed fresh basil, the purest of virgin olive oils, a parmesan wheel with crispy salt crystals, oven toasted pine nuts, cloves of bulbed garlic, everything perfected by his skill in his kitchen. His pesto pasta is better than Sanji's, and the curly-browed chef is both impressed and intimidated by it.
Watching from a safe distance as you bounce gleefully within the dominion of the kitchen, he hunches his back and places his whiskered chin over his laced fingertips. He was unsure as to why you offered to cook for the crew, but your enthusiasm had him step aside to watch you work. It was the initial confession of homesickness that did it for him. Knowing food can aid in emotional regulation and comfort, he was more than happy to watch from his position sitting at the kitchen island.
And then the smell hit him.
The sweetness of roasting tomatoes, onion, garlic, and the herbal aromatics of thyme, rosemary and sage. The soft waft had his heart swell and beat in his chest and eyes twinkle in curiousity. Stirring the rotund vegetables in the pot and expertly crushing them with the blunt tip of the wooden spoon had him sit up attentively in his seat, watching you as you attend to the sauce from muscle memory alone.
He was in awe, perplexed, and intrigued.
Each time you would move on to another element of the dish, Killer would move a little closer. Each time your back was turned, he would perch himself just a little more towards the simmering pot. When you moved to the pantry to decide which shape of pasta to begin to boil, you could barely make out the shape of Killer's mask being partially elevated over his lips and nose by one large hand. Using a fresh spoon, he dips it into the sauce and puckers his purple-tinted lips and extends a breath of cool air to stifle the heat.
As soon as the first drops meet his tongue, he can't help the soft moan that escapes him at the flavor. Upon your return with a bag of penne in hand, you are immediately hoisted into the air with Killer's hands beneath your arms. Gently spinning you before placing you on the ground, he claps his arms over your shoulders and leans down closer. The purple hue of his lips is stretched up in a smile, his joy at your sauce immediately having him taken aback and fullfilled in the knowledge that he now has the answer he desperately seeks.
"Teach me. Please."
And who were you to deny him? It was a family recipe, and this crew aboard the Victoria Punk was your new family. Gently raising one of your hands to cup over his on your shoulder, you crinkle your nose at him and nod with a smile to match his own.
"Yes, chef."
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jibanyans-chocobar · 6 months ago
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Idk what wings of fire is but this is so cool! Very cool art!!! <3
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final arc 2 protagonist designs, Turtle and Peril!
Turtle is turtle colored. enough said. but along with that, there are two things i wanted to add with the glow scales. number 1 is the facial markings, inspired by the tattoos i see people put on his human designs. number 2 is his tail and wings. I head canon that seawing wings have glow scale patterns associated with the family, while their tails have patterns that vary from individual to individual. in Turtle's case, it would be sort of turtle patterned. another dragon like Tsunami would have more wave shaped scales.
with Peril, i think she should be green. copper and fire do make green flames after all, and she was stated to have copper scales, so.... the clumps of fire surrounding her just look cool to me, along with the spaded tail and veiny wings
also they're besties to me <3
Moon + Kinkajou designs
Winter + Qibli designs
~size comparison under cut~
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Winter is taller than Peril, but she's more muscly. Turtle and Moon are basically the same size
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gallaghersgal · 12 days ago
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THE SPINS, lip gallagher.
c3 of BORDERLINE. lip x bsf!reader (nickname, MK)
character intros; adri & caro
TAGS & WARNINGS → MATURE 18+. mostly angst & hurt/comfort, some fluff. labor & birth mentions (karen), drinking & smoking (🚬+🍃), angry lip, tw for emetophobia; small scene w/ throwing up.
CHAPTER SUMMARY → karen jackson going into labor and stealing your best friend away on new years eve has to be the worst possible outcome of the day. right?
A/N → hi everyone!! thank u sm for keeping up with this little story of mine, i love it dearly!! enjoy the chapter, bc i know something u don't..... mwahahaha 😈
WC → 2.2k
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You wait outside the corner store, Chicago winter wind chilling your fingers as you smoke the last cig from the pack of Marlboros Lip left in your car last week. He’s late. Not that Lip is often punctual, but he’s never twenty minutes late for a bagel sandwich and a hard cider. It’s New Year’s Eve. The two of you always pregame for the holiday when you wake up–often late in the day–and you always do it together. Torn between your fake ID for alcohol and your phone to call Lip, you stuff the plastic into your wallet, freeing your hand to dial his number.
New phone. You’d dropped your old one on Christmas. Into Lake fucking Michigan, of all places. You were trying to get a cool picture with your sister. Regardless of how it happened, all your contacts disappeared with your old phone. It’s a good thing you have his number memorized.
The line rings. It rings over, and over, and over again. Lip’s voicemail message plays. You redial. 
“Hey! MK, look I can’t—” he cuts himself off, and you hear muffled rushing behind him like he’s somewhere fluttering with activity.
“Where are you?” you ask. The other end is quiet. Not silent, though. There are muffled voices and a beeping that has your mind swimming. “Lip Gallagher, where the hell are you?” you ask again.
The receiver crackles like he’s shifting it around, followed by a plastic sound. “Listen, uh,” he starts, sounding frustrated. “Kar’s water broke, she’s goin’ into labor. So, I won’t be at Adri’s party t’night.”
You don’t answer at first, too stunned. You’ve been telling yourself there’s no way this is real. No fucking way you were going to watch your best friend throw away his life for a girl he knocked up at seventeen. A girl who treats him like shit.
A girl who isn’t you.
“Kind of a big fuckin’ deal, y’know,” he mutters. 
You hear the dejection in his voice and decide you won’t be the one to ruin his important day. “Go enjoy it, Lip,” you tell him, “I can’t wait to meet your son sometime.”
There’s a smile in his voice when he responds. “Yeah, thanks. I uh- gotta go, text’ya later,” he says quickly, then the line goes silent.
After hanging up the phone you stare across the street in silence. Eventually your feet guide you back to your car, and muscle memory drives you to Adri’s house. You blare music through your speakers, loud enough to drown out any thought. You’re not ready to process it, not until you get a second opinion, maybe a third. One shaking hand on the steering wheel, you dial your sister’s number.
Roughly an hour later you’re sprawled on Adri’s bed, halfway through a pint of your favorite ice cream. “What the fuck,” you complain for the millionth time, because apparently a second and third opinion on the situation didn’t soothe the uneasy feeling deep in your gut. 
“Hey uh, MK?” Adri asks, holding your phone out to you. “You have a text from Mandy.”
Caroline pauses the game she’s playing on Adri’s TV to whip her head around. “Mandy Milkovich?” she asks in disbelief.
You roll your eyes, “yeah it’s Mandy fuckin’ Milkovich, how many Mandys do we know huh?” Adri crowds behind you as you tap the notification, reading the words in silence. 
Mandy: micks said ian told him the babys asian Mandy: so, not lips kid Mandy: this is a shitshow
Adri mutters ‘oh shit’ and Caro clambers up into the bed, taking your phone to read for herself. You barely notice her, it’s like the world is silent as your mind spins. “I-I have to go, I have to–” you stumble over your words, but Adri grabs your arm. “I have to make sure he’s okay.”
Adri stares you down, keeping you in her grip. You try to pull away but shes strong. “He isn’t your responsibility, you don’t have to fix him.”
Caro giggles, and you glare, pushing her off the corner of Adri’s bed. You snatch your phone back from the mattress, but Adri takes it from your hand immediately. “No, you’re not letting a Gallagher boy ruin our new year’s eve.”
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Lip doesn’t remember how he ended up at Adri’s. He downed two shots in the kitchen with a girl in a sparkly skirt, her hand kept landing on his chest but he didn’t respond to her advances. He’s not sure how he got outside either, he just knows his fingers are ice cold in spite of the whiskey coursing through his veins. He’s not sure when you came outside either, stumbling a little down your own stairs as you rush to him with a coat. All he knows is that he wants a smoke.
“It’s freezing! What the fuck are you doing out here?” You hurry to his side and wrap his bare arms in the coat. His fingers shake, and you attempt to take both of his hands in your own.
“Havin’ a smoke,” he explains, jerking his hands away in favor of the pack of Marlboros in his pocket. “Y’got a light?”
You’re worried, seeing the way his fingers fumble with the pack. He’s so far gone. Feeling a wave of protectiveness and pity wash over you, you nod. You remove one glove to flick your lighter, lighting the cigarette that hangs from his lips. He takes a deep drag, blowing the smoke out before passing it to you. Pursed lips make room for the filtered end, and warm smoke fills your lungs. Fuck, you can taste the whiskey on it. You’re doubtful he’ll even remember where he is in the morning. 
You smoke down half of the cig while Lip stands next to you, shaky hands shoved in his pockets and neck craned toward the sky. It’s not like he can see anything, not with the lights of the city. You’re not sure why he’s doing it at all. You nudge him gently, passing back the cigarette.
He takes the thing between his fingers, gesturing towards the sky. Worried hands hover near his sides but he keeps his balance. “No fuckin’ stars,” he grumbles, “who’d want to grow up like that, huh?”
“We grew up like that,” you remind him cynically. Your stomach twists, not  “Lip, look at me. What happened?”
Teary blue eyes meet your gaze. One shaking hand brings the cig to his lips, inhaling a slow drag. He blows the smoke away from your face, then drops it on the ground. 
“‘S almost midnight,” Lip slurs, hooking an arm around your waist and pointing to the large bay window looking in on your living room. The TV shows the times square ball starting it’s descent. Sixty seconds. “I-I was gonna kiss m’son… at midnight. Fuck—“ he stumbles, tugging you with him. 
You plant your feet down, hands gripping his sides to keep him steady. “How much did you drink?”
“As much as I fucking wanted,” he snaps. Forty-five. “Thought I was havin’ a baby with a girl I love, a-an’ she let some other fuckin’ guy knock her up.” He looks at you with teary eyes, and you realize you’ve never seen him this upset. 
A worse friend would’ve said I told you so.
“Hey, hey,” you urge, one hand grasping his chin. He still clings to you, arm locked on your middle to keep himself up. “Lip, in a year she won’t even cross your mind. It’ll b-“
You’re silenced when he shouts at you. “Don’t! Don’t start with the ‘it’ll pass’ bullshit.” Thirty. His arm circles you closer, getting in your face to prove a point. Maybe he’s trying to scare you, defending his heart how he’s been taught. “It all comes an’ fuckin’ goes, I get it!” Twenty.
“I’m not going anywhere Lip. Okay?” Your hands move to grip his shoulders, keeping his attention on you. Ten. You repeat yourself, softer this time. “I’m not going anywhere. You’ve got me, and you’ve got a future. Forget her.”
Five. Four. Three. Two. 
Lip looks at you with hazy blue eyes. Before you know what’s happening, his lips are on yours.
One.
His arm curls around your back, fingers clutching the fabric of your dress. He tastes like whiskey and smoke, his features etched with regret when he pulls back for air. “Don’t you ever leave me,” he pleads against your lips, voice a low growl.
Maybe it’s the seltzers you’ve downed tonight, maybe it’s the desperate sound of his voice, but you find yourself kissing Lip Gallagher again. It’s a messy affair, his teeth knocking against your own. You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about it before, of course you have. You spend nearly every day with him, your friendship always teetering on the edge of something more but never quite tipping.
Happy fucking New Year.
You should’ve seen it coming. His knees buckling, body bending over as he falls onto the concrete. “Fuck! What the fuck!?” His eyes are barely open, looking up at you for a quick second before he’s spewing god knows how many drinks into the bushes. “Okay, okay. Alright, sleeves up buddy,” you tell him, forcing down the churn in your own stomach to kneel beside him.
His brow shines with sweat, and between gags he manages, “‘m s-so fuckin’ hot,” in a hoarse grumble. You remove the same jacket you’d placed so carefully on his shoulders minutes before. While his body cools down, the nausea subsides enough for Lip to stand with your aid. 
“Come on, inside. Now,” you urge. He has the presence of mind not to protest. Not now, not after everything he’s just put you through. His body remains pliant as you lead him into the now empty kitchen. You bend him over the sink, one hand holds his curls to keep him steady over the basin as you pull out the spray nozzle.
“What’re y’-” he grumbles, but you shush him.
“Gotta rinse y’mouth out,” you murmur. Lip seems barely coherent as he nods. With one finger you test the water temperature, making sure it’s cool enough to maybe wake him up a little. Water spills from the corners of his mouth as you spray it at him, annoyed noises bubbling up from his throat. 
Adri appears at your side, her brow furrowed slightly at the situation. “Fuck, MK, he’s like. Not okay,” she says, teeth worrying her lower lip. 
You shut the water off, helping him stand back up. A simple shake of your head lets Adri know not to push it, and she understands. One of her arms wraps around Lip’s middle, steadying him further. “You’re gonna go upstairs and get some rest,” you tell him.
In his drunken state Lip can barely walk, let alone haul himself up the stairs. When you finally get him to the game room you notice the wet, grass stained knees of his grey sweatpants. The long sleeve tee he’s wearing can’t be comfortable either, the front practically soaked with alcohol. “Need to get you out of these clothes.”
“Don’ got anything,” he responds.
“Fuck,” you curse, leaving Adri to support him so you can dig through your overnight bag. You find your old, loose tee and black sweats, then turn back to Lip. “Okay, well, you’re wearing mine then.”
Adri makes sure he’s standing fine on his own two feet before moving to give you two some privacy. Before leaving she comes to your side, pulling you in for a quick hug. “Gonna go kick everyone out, it’s nearly one. But I’ll be up. Come talk,” she whispers. She steps back to look at you clearly, concern evident on her face. 
“I’m okay AJ,” you whisper back. The tears in your eyes betray you, but she doesn’t say anything.
As you step to his side Lip doesn’t move but he mumbles, “I c’n do it m’self,” when you begin to remove his shirt. You huff in response, rolling your eyes and continuing the motion.
“Yeah, right.” Your knuckles brush his toned stomach, you must be imagining the way he shivers under your touch. It’s like dressing a toddler, but you manage to pull the tee over his head, the fabric clinging to his chest and arms. You keep your gaze towards his face, attempting to be respectful as you untie his sweats. As if you’ve never seen him naked before. But of course that was years ago, when you were kids. Regardless, grey fabric falls to the floor and you use an arm around his waist to keep him steady as he steps into your sweatpants. 
Lip drops his head to your shoulder as you tie the strings for him. Your heart nearly stops. “Tired?” you murmur, hand coming to rub his back instinctively. You can feel his fingers curl into your sides to hold you close. Again, you think how you’ve never seen him like this. Vulnerable, his heart aching. If karma was real, Karen Jackson would have ceased to exist already, from all the shit she’s done to him. But the powers that be are cruel, you know that by now. 
What you don’t know is that your best friend will wake up in the morning with a headache, and no recollection of the night before…
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THX 4 READING → this chapter is dedicated to my lovely @carmybrainworms. beta'd by @tinyphantomsalad
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shycroissanti · 4 months ago
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NEW OC (I give up, this is endless mwahahaha (*`▽´*))
This is Dmitry M. Gonshira, he is Irina and Liliya's cousin✨️
He is a 23 year old guy, he is not a demon slayer, nor a swordsmith, nor a demon, nor anything like that. He is a researcher, he loves to study, he spends most of his time in the North and South Poles doing research💖
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Dmitry was born in Russia and lived there for a long time, but he and his family would always go visit Irina and the others in Japan at the end of the year :3
He gets along very well with Irina and Liliya, he is also a great friend of Kishin, since they have known each other for a long time.
He is very shy, but also very cheerful X3💕
(YAAAY ANOTHER OC THAT WILL TAKE A LONG TIME FOR ME TO DO A FACE REVEAL xD)
le tags💖
@c00kietin @larz-barz @knyinfinity @demonslayerdoodles @night-mince10000000000000000001 @scaredyfurry2 @pinkwisteria @giyubabe @pulim-v @nothingtoseehere1-2-3 @tor-the-tortilla @zenitsustherapist @ayunakatsukiwolfhashira @sunbrokenswords @kiyokatokito @rion-isnot-an-ai
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babydollmarauders · 1 year ago
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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 6)
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y/ndevils00 HAPPY REGULAR SEASON!!!
WELCOME BACK TO THE SPECIAL EDITION: JACK HUGHES SHOW!
OUR MIGHTY FINE DEVILS WON 4-3 AGAINST THE MICHIGAN BIRDS!
tonight, my beloved, apparent bad boy, got TWO goals, but more importantly TWO penalties!! i love when he does good things, but i love when he does bad things even more!! even if the first penalty WAS a bit of a chintzy call, i still loved seeing him locked up 🥰
my favorite autumn tree got his first goal of the season tonight, and i couldn��t be prouder! you go, ginger snap!
my sweet bratt also got a penalty for interference, which makes no sense to me, and obviously not to him either- but alas, we persevered!
and last, but certainly not least, UNCLE HAULA-HOOP GOT AN EMPTY NET GOAL, WHICH SECURED OUR WIN!! THANK YOU, HAULA BACK GAL!
p.s. i’m sorry to Ellen, who i accidentally ditched to get a picture of her son in the bad boy box, and who also might’ve heard me call him a naughty slut— she laughed, but i think i saw a part of her die inside
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jackhughes did you seriously post a photo of me COMMITTING MY PENALTY?
y/ndevils00 you chose violence. i love it. 👁️🫦👁️
trevorzegras hey those emojis look exactly like you
y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras I WAS HAVING A GOOD NIGHT AND THEN YOU SHOWED UP
dougieham autumn tree?
dougieham wait, hold on, i got this….
dougieham trees are tall and their leaves turn red and orange in autumn. i am tall and a ginger (red/orange)! therefore, me = autumn tree
y/ndevils00 YOU DID IT!! 🥹 i think i’m even prouder now than for your goal!
john.marino97 no me? no dawson?
dawson1417 yeah, no us?
y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 i have two words, eight letters.
dawson1417 “love y’all” ?
john.marino97 forgive him, he’s new to this
y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 DO BETTER
dawson1417 oh :( but you DO love us, right?
y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 duh, obviously
user26 DEVILS ARE SO BACK
jesperbratt i didn’t do anything 🙁
y/ndevils00 i know you didn’t, my little swedish meatball! I’LL FIX THIS!
jackhughes no you won’t
y/ndevils00 no i won’t :(
ehaula i’ve missed you, niece!! and unfortunately your puns too
y/ndevils00 IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME!! MWAHAHAHA
ehaula was that your evil laugh?
y/ndevils00 yeh
ehaula it was adorable
y/ndevils00 😠
ehaula @/kristen.haula isn’t she cute?!
kristen.haula our niece 🥹
user83 I WANNA BE HIS MOUTHGUARD
y/ndevils00 me first!
jackhughes why
elblue6 i promise, i didn’t die inside! call him a slut all you want!
jackhughes MOM?
y/ndevils00 you are my only true supporter, Ellen 🫶
nicohischier you didn’t call me any names! i used to pray for times like these
y/ndevils00 only because i didn’t get a picture fast enough of you bent over like me in the bedroom
jackhughes why do you say these things
nicohischier please stop talking
y/ndevils00 never. 🗣️ SLUT 🗣️
lhughes_06 i made it out unscathed 🙏
y/ndevils00 you wish
lhughes_06 wait, what?
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y/ndevils00 i was so happy to meet so many of your wonderful faces on the red carpet!
i was just there to do my job (taking pictures of my boyfriend! god i love my job!) but so many of you asked for pictures with ME and it made my heart feel so full!
i never thought that accepting this job would mean finding a boyfriend, a brother (two! actually!), two amazing best friends, and apparently a family of supporters! i’m so grateful to have the opportunity to make a lifetime of memories with this amazing team!
go devils! but most importantly, go devils fans! this wouldn’t be possible without y’all!
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user19 i’m gonna go out on a limb and assume you’re the one to thank for Jack’s new hair, in which case THANK YOU 🙏🫶
y/ndevils00 you’d be correct 😈 YOU’RE SO WELCOME
jackhughes ya know, I’M the one who went and got my haircut
y/ndevils00 yeah, after i played subliminal messages in your ears at night, telling you that you should go and get it cut
jackhughes you what?
y/ndevils00 you look so handsome, babygirl!
lhughes_06 my squishy!
y/ndevils00 MY SMUSH!
lhughes_06 you looked radiant tonight
y/ndevils00 aww, well you looked quite dashing, yourself!
lhughes_06 my sister ❤️
jackhughes she’s in the closet
trevorzegras she came out?
y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras I’M CRYING, YOU IDIOT! i’m in the physical closet, not the metaphorical one!
trevorzegras oh! my b, bro
dawson1417 THAT’S ME!
y/ndevils00 that’s you!!
dawson1417 i’m also grateful you have this opportunity and that you took this job btw
y/ndevils00 THIS POST WAS NEVER MEANT TO MAKE *ME* CRY
dawson1417 please don’t cry, i’ll bring you a churro tomorrow?
y/ndevils00 suddenly my tears are gone
jackhughes no they’re not
dawson1417 @/jackhughes i’ll bring her a churro anyways
user73 I MET YOU!!! you’re so sweet, and gorgeous! i think i was even more excited to meet you than Jack!
y/ndevils00 ME? LOOK AT YOU, BEAUTIFUL GIRL!
jackhughes i feel like i should feel offended, but somehow i’m not because i’d be excited to meet dove too
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes you’re so obsessed with me
user39 JOHN PICS 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ THANK YOU, Y/N!!
jackhughes my beautiful, crazy girl ♥️ i’m thankful everyday that you accepted this job and that you accepted the title of my girlfriend
y/ndevils00 aw, i love you to pluto, my sweet boy ♥️
y/ndevils00 p.s. if you’re so thankful, you should think about changing my title 🥰
jackhughes moments over
y/ndevils00 I’M JUST SAYING
_quinnhughes you didn’t hear it from me…. but he’s definitely thought about changing it
y/ndevils00 @_quinnhughes you’re my new favorite hughes
_quinnhughes i wasn’t already?
y/ndevils00 well, you were, and then luke bought me pizza
_quinnhughes pizza? PIZZA is all it takes?!
y/ndevils00 please captain huggy, have mercy on me, i was starving and your middle brother was trying to feed me chicken that wasn’t tenders or nuggets
john.marino97 grateful for you and the way you push me to d* b*tter ❤️
y/ndevils00 did you just censor “do better” ?
john.marino97 it’s given me ptdbs
y/ndevils00 ?
y/ndevils00 wait— “post traumatic do better syndrome”
y/ndevils00 i’m so smart 🥰
john.marino97 yes, you are! such a smart girl!
y/ndevils00 that feels like sarcasm but i’m gonna ignore it
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renduskkey · 4 months ago
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reblog my art pwetty please 🔥🔥
tumblr will NOT let me switch blogs. crying. guess I'll post my Sick art here instead.
here's a funky little wolf pfp thing that i drew in kinda a different style for funsies, honestly really like how it came out
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and heres hit White Guy, cj cjya!!! omg it him!! naur way
for my first time actually Seriously trying to draw a human I think it turned out Legible at least. also had a fun time rendering w a different brush, and I really like how I did the shirt :3
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windsweptinred · 1 year ago
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Tagged by @zigzag-wanderer. Thank you my darling 💖💖💖💖💖💖
Current time:... Not yet sunset...
Current mood: We started The Witcher season 3 last night. Jaskier's new bisexual, going through an internal and external life crisis hairdo has left me ambivalent.
Current activity: Stroking the cat, eating a blueberry muffin... "How lordly is the life I lead?"
Currently thinking about: I wonder if Zeus (Mr dick first, think rationally never) ever tried it on with Dream and almost got castrated for his efforts? ....Bet he did.
Current favourite song: It is impossible to have a favourite song. That completely depends on mood, time, season, the weather... How many chocolate biscuits are in the cupboard.
Currently reading: I have an ongoing love/hate relationship with my 'to read' pile of books. Where I swear continually I'll lavish them with attention soon.. But then leave them sitting abandoned, staring longingly at me from the corner while I instead read fanfic. 🤣. I am currently devouring the Peaky Blinders fic 'Home to you' by @whentommymetalfie any spare second I have.
Currently watching: Vikings Vallhalla... They just strung someone up by the titties...Right infront of my blueberry muffin!
Current favourite character: Does the entire cast of the Sandman count? If so... Them. Hopelessly devoted to each and every one.
Current wips: I have a fic coming together... But until then, I'm starting the heaven and hell surround for 'Children of Night and Time.' Ta da... Look at all the space I have to fill with angels and demons! Mwahahaha....
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Tagging:
Tagging: @birbtschirb @kat-desade @mashumaru @dxliriumoftheendless @illumi-nati-png @milfzatannaz @martybaker @ambarden @ibrithir-was-here @historyandqueershenanigans @raymcart ... Just so I can hear about the gorgeous art you're all working on at the mo... And be giddy with glee. 😁
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bloodmoonmuses · 4 months ago
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hiii! i'm back with some request i know that you usually writes with mark, but, can you write something with johnny? like, ex-best friends to lovers? i craving for a 2nd chance but i need something related to "descovering new feelingg" (idk if this makes any sense)
hi darling!!! anything for you, and i loveee writing for johnnny so no worries. ok, i have an idea in mind for this concept, but I won't spoil it for you!! (mwahahaha) i'll get writing and tag you when it's done! eeeeee!
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onbearfeet · 9 months ago
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March Patreon Flash Story!
This month's story is a quick one based on a prompt I found while googling desperately: "The funeral was at noon." I hadn't planned on having anyone attend any funerals, but Maggie has her reasons, and I suddenly found myself wondering whatever happened to the Jimmy Olsens of my universe after the capes all disappeared.
Since I ended up not using the one prompt I got, I decided I'm entitled to post the story here without consulting anyone. MWAHAHAHA.
For more context on this 'verse, see my AO3 (onethingconstant) or the tag "Untitled Superhero Project" on this blog.
For the Living
The funeral was at noon, in a quiet little church in Indiana. There had been no announcement—well, no public announcement.
Snap Anderson had been old-school—the oldest school, he would have said. He’d been wearing Jetfighter’s signal watch since 1961, and even after the mirror-helmeted alien had gone down in flames in 1982, Snap had kept wearing the watch, deactivated and silent, as a memorial to his best friend. He’d been a lot of people’s best friend, actually—half of Vanguard’s ever-changing lineup had counted Snap as an ally or a sidekick at one point or another, and there were as many clips of Snap attending heroes’ funerals as there were of him saying outlandish things on talk shows.
Now, Snap’s own funeral had barely a dozen people huddled in the pews.
Maggie slipped in through the back of the church after the organ started up, feeling the tag on her stolen black dress itch between her shoulder blades. Coming here had been a risk, she knew; most of Snap’s social circle had vanished in white light three years ago, and she was in serious danger of standing out in a crowd that would surely all know whoever was left. Being the only likely attendee under fifty wouldn’t help, either.
But it had been on her way to New York, and she couldn’t resist.
She scurried down the aisle in her stolen kitten heels, trying to look like she’d been caught in midday traffic, and slid into the first open seat in the frontmost empty pew. Everyone was singing, droning along to a song she hadn’t heard growing up in St. Joseph’s, so she stared at the floor and mumbled watermelon watermelon watermelon until it was time to stop.
The eulogy was bland, from what she could tell, and seemed to have copied several sentences verbatim from Snap’s Wikipedia page. That didn’t stop the occasional sob or sniffle from the gathered mourners. She wasn’t sure they were listening either.
One of the nuns had told her once that funerals are for the living, not the dead. Maybe the words didn’t matter as long as someone said them. As long as someone said something.
She wondered whether anyone would say anything when she died. Probably not, except for whoever had to clean up the mess.
The eulogy ended, and the organ started up again, and as the creaky mourners levered themselves out of their pews for a final round of what sounded like “Oh God Triumphant And Invisible”, Maggie craned her neck and saw it.
Standing by the head of the casket, just for an instant, was a tall figure in black body armor, half-swathed in a long black cloak, with a gleaming white mask carved to look like a grinning skull. It wasn’t a friendly skull, or even a particularly scary one. Not a Día de los Muertos calavera or a grinning rubber Halloween mask from a party store. It looked like someone had simply taken an ordinary human skull off a pile of them somewhere, sliced off the front of it, and glued it to the front of an otherwise formless black void.
Got you, you bastard, Maggie snarled to herself. The obituary had said Snap had died a natural death, but she knew better now.
Skullfaced freak never could resist a good chance to gloat.
The figure vanished again before she could so much as twitch out of her seat, and no one else in the little congregation reacted, but that was all right. She knew what she’d seen.
When the service ended, she retrieved her pack from behind the dumpster where she’d stashed it and wrote another name in her notebook. The dress and shoes went into the trash, her jeans and sneakers went back on, and she was walking toward the bus station before Snap Anderson’s casket was back in the hearse.
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magnetocerebro · 4 months ago
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@windmilltothestars tagged me and it made me happy
Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs. <--if you want to play, please play. As many people as want to.
Here's the thing is that the way I do WIPs in fics is to keep writing in one document until it's too long to load (usually about 100 pages), so each fic has multiple documents with their own titles per Google doc. So! I'll give titles of my books I'm working on for publication and then the titles of the docs I'm currently either editing or writing in.
The Other Scaleshifter/The Scaleshifter's Shield (one I just finished but isn't published yet and the other I'm starting the rough draft now)
The Mermaids of Europa
Death Flirts Back (also finished but not yet published)
Now for the fics:
Look, Charlie! One Started in the White House!
K, Please Remember Us
Beat Up the Corn Pone
Build Me a Machine, mwahahaha
The idiots are getting it together
Summers brothers rescued by Logan
Logan Meets the Joker
Noh Declares War
Hydra Chance
Scott needs a baby Wolverine
Guys, Your Son is Autistic
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