#2) he wears his shades 24/7

[skimpilydressedwithanaxe]

The favs @ the beach!!!

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SPOILERS FOR THE GREAT ACE ATTORNEY 2 AND ACE ATTORNEY INVESTIGATIONS later on in this post

gonna cornplate here but this was something that I realized awhile ago but I haven’t actually talked about before

ok so the 20th anniversary art. It has characters from the main games on one side (+ Kay and Eustace) and characters from TGAA on the other. for the MAIN main characters, most of them have a parallel on either side (like how Gant parallels Stronghart, Kristoph parallels Seishiro, etc)

but for Gumshoe, his parallel is Gina

you’d THINK that his parallel would be Gregson, but really, they don’t have THAT much in common aside from being officers who wear the same shade of green, like Gumshoe is lower than dirt poor, he can barely afford cup noodles, a lot of times he can be a bit empty-headed, he isn’t the MOST professional, and he’s isn’t really respected among the other officers

meanwhile, Gregson is seemingly well off, he doesn’t seem to be struggling, he CAN afford to eat since he has an infinite supply of fish and chips that he’s eating 24/7, he’s a lot more professional than Gumshoe is, and he pays a lot more attention to things that (pre-AAI games) Gumshoe wouldn’t, and he was one of the most respected officers at Scotland Yard, probably THE most respected (and y’know also he’s dead and Gumshoe isn’t. so,)

but the character Gumshoe DOES have more in similarity with is Gina

they’re both poor, their clothes are old and don’t really suit them (like Gina’s clothes are too big for her, and Gumshoe’s coat is really dirty, at least I’m pretty that’s what they said), they’re both the main person who takes care of the police dog, they aren’t really respected as officers, they’re usually the most lenient and nicest towards the defense, and they’ve both had mentors that were on the force that they looked up to, only for it to be revealed that they were a part of a group of people who committed crimes because they thought the law was too limiting (Badd with the Yatagarasu, and Gregson with the Reaper of the Bailey)

I don’t know if it was Kazuya Nuri’s intention intention for them to parallel each other in the art, like I’m almost definitely looking too far into this, but hey, I thought that it was interesting lol, so

[sinner-sunflower]

P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 8/?

STORY 1, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 14.5, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22, PART 23, PART 24, PART 25, PART 26

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When Keekee suddenly showed up at the hotel without her dad, Charlie had a slight moment of panic. Thoughts of 'oh my god, did they kill him?', 'is he locked up in Heaven???', 'I knew I or someone should've went with him', and 'please don't be dead dad!' went through her head.

Thankfully the cat familiar took pity on her and relayed her master's message and whereabouts. It didn't really stop Charlie from worrying but it eased her just a little bit to know that her dad is safe back home.

Charlie: I should go to him, right? To make sure he's really fine?

Angel: Toots, I think short king just needs a little time to himself. Just cos he said you can go doesn't really mean you have to go now.

Vaggie: I hate to say it but I think Angel is kinda right, surprisingly.

Angel: Oh fuck ya! I can give sound advices too, yaknow.

A chuckle from Cherri Bomb is what started a whole roasting session that they will surely laugh about later.

Cherri Bomb: Pfft, sure.

Angel: I do!

Husk can't help but join in on the teasing too.

Husk: Angel, just give up. You're gonna give that Fizzarolli guy a run for his money telling those jokes.

Angel: Gasp! Huskie, you too?! Betrayed by my own boyfriend.

Husk: I'm not your boyfriend!

The blush on the bartender's face could rival Alastor's outfit's shade of red. It became redder when Nifty let out a sinister-like gremlin laugh that no one in the hotel would like to hear if they can help it.

Nifty: Hehehehe. Not yet~

Angel: Husk, baby, have you been talking to others about your feelings fo' wittle old meeee?

Husk: No!

They continue to bicker and Charlie can't help but look at them with adoration. All of them have come so far and she can confidently say that they have evolved into somewhat of a family unit. A bit dysfunctional but she won't have it any other way.

Vaggie: Why don't you let the man sleep for a bit.

Charlie: I just worry, Vaggie..

The soft look her girlfriend gave her would've melted Charlie into a lovesick puddle if she wasn't so preoccupied with her dad.

Vaggie: I know, babe.

Alastor: I do have to agree with them, dear.

The ex-exorcist yelped in surprise at Alastor's sudden presence beside them while Charlie had grown accustomed to the man's nasty habit of sneaking up on people. Maybe she should invest a bell for him. Hmm... She wonders if her dad can make Al wear one.

Vaggie: Jesus, Alastor!

Charlie: You too, Al?

Alastor: Why don't you join us for a meal first, hm? That should give your father enough time to rest. I seem to remember that it was your turn to set the table, isn't that right, Vagatha?

Vaggie grumbles something in Spanish that Charlie is sure is a curse word but doesn't argue anymore.

Vaggie: Everyone, dining hall. Now!

And just like that, everyone stopped talking and went straight to the kitchen, leaving just Keekee, Charlie, and Alastor in the lobby.

Charlie absentmindedly pets Keekee who climbed up in her arms while looking at her family fondly. She takes notice of Alastor next to her sporting the same look as hers.

She's glad that he's opening up bit by bit. She wonders if her dad had anything to do with that or if Alastor just learned to trust on his own.

Speaking of Al and her dad. That's a can of worms that she was, at first, afraid to open. She's happy for her dad, don't get her wrong, but there's still days where she misses her mom. Sometimes, if she's in a really bad place, she imagines her mom coming back and all three of them living happily ever after again.

With Alastor in the picture, she became a bit afraid. Of being replaced as the most important person in her dad's life or how her once dream happily ever after will never be reality, she doesn't know.

But seeing Alastor's genuinely care for her dad; never leaving his bedside after the Roo debacle, leaving Marigold's everywhere (how romantic is that, Vaggie!), and providing solace for her dad that she knows she can't always give. Those actions told her that maybe despite not getting her original happy ever after with her mom and dad, she can always dream of a new one.

There's something different about Alastor right now, though. He looks more stiff than usual but sagging at the same time. It could be also be worry but Charlie thinks she knows Alastor enough to tell that he's irritated. And he's definitely leaning into his cane more.

Alastor, probably feeling her stare, sighs.

Alastor: What is it, my dear?

Charlie at least had the decency to be flustered for staring.

Charlie: Sorry, Al. But um... are you okay?

Alastor: Whatever do you mean?

Charlie: It's just- you look, I don't know, irritated? Or like annoyed? I know I sound hypocritical but dad's gonna be alright.

Alastor: I appreciate the sentiment, Charlie, but I have full faith in your father. He is not the source of my... mood. Not directly, anyway.

He accidentally said the last part instead of just thinking about it but thankfully it was quiet enough that Charlie didn't caught it.

His answer just made Charlie more confused. Tilting her head, she looks at the radio demon quizzically.

Charlie: So you are in a mood?

Alastor: Nothing for you to be worried about, my dear! It might just be my cravings.

Charlie: For... human flesh?

He gives her one of his more sinister grins, the one she's seen when he's hungry for blood (and not the cannibal kind). He's just being silly, she thinks to herself. She made a note to ask her dad about partner choices later.

Alastor: Fried fish.

And with that, Alastor disappears into the kitchen. Keekee purrs in Charlie's hold as her eyes trail the retreating shadow.

Charlie: What a creepy guy, huh.

Her pet only meows in response.

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This wasn't how this chapter was supposed to end but I decided to cut it in half anyway.

Tomorrow is some meal moments and Charlie going to see her dad.

Don't worry, we'll get back to Luci in a bit!

[libraryofloveletters]

Movie Stars

Ibrahima ‘Ibou’ Konate x Fem!Reader

Warnings: sweet baby ibou, he's a vlogger y'all could neverrrrr, he's in your face 24/7 but in a cute way, holiday getaways, friendly teasing, lipstick marks, a suggestive ending.

Word Count: 673

Author's Note: first time writing for ibou :) idk what took me sooo long, he's the cutest ever.

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Ibou decides it would be a good idea for you two to make a vlog over the holiday break, just so he can keep his teammates updated. 

Switzerland was the choice for this year's winter getaway. You and Ibou had decided you wanted snow instead of sun this year, as you had gone to Mexico the year before.

It's barely past 10 and you can hear your boyfriend speaking, you assumed he was on the phone with one of his teammates, probably Virgil calling to check up on the two of you - something he tended to do with all of the players.

Your face buried into your boyfriend's chest, trying to wake yourself up when you feel him poke your side. You look up, sleep still in your eyes, fully expecting to see someone on the phone; you just weren't expecting to see yourself.

"What are you doing?" You asked him, the red button blinking - he was recording.

Ibou held the phone so you were both in frame, his arm around you. "It's a vlog, babe! Say hi!"

You roll your eyes playfully, "good morning vlog, it's too early for this." You tell him, rolling the other way. You can hear Ibou speaking, "she's not a morning person, give her a few hours and some coffee, then we'll try again."

Swinging your arm behind you, you smack him in the side as you pull the covers up again.

It wasn't until 2:30 that you saw the phone make its reappearance for the vlog. Your ski goggles on your helmet as you watched your boyfriend film the scenery in front of you; mountains covered in snow, the people scattered all over the place, the sun shining down on you.

Ibou turns the camera back to you. "Say hello to ms. grumpy, she's not so grumpy now. She ate and had coffee." He laughed, causing you to roll your eyes. He goes on to say, "you look like a penguin, baby, all bundled up like that."

You were bundled up for the sweater; winter coat, snow pants, boots and your gloves, hat and helmet cause you weren't about to freeze and die or slip and die either.

Taking the phone from him, you turned the camera to face him. "You can't talk when you're bundled up ten times more than me."

Ibou was wearing about 5 layers, scarves, gloves, hat and everything in between. A blizzard didn't stand a chance against him.

He put his phone away, the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon on the slopes.

It wasn't until later, when you were getting ready for dinner that you heard your boyfriend talking to himself again.

The man showing the vlog around the cabin you were staying in. You were sitting at the vanity, fixing the front pieces of your hair when his footsteps came up the stairs and into the bedroom.

"And this is the master suite, we can find the most beautiful woman in the world getting ready for dinner." He says, flipping the camera to face you. You jokingly look around, "who are you talking to ?"

"You, of course." He smiles, his voice sincere.

You smile, going back to your routine as he shows the vlog the view from your bedroom window.

"So," he turns to you again, "what is that? What are you putting on?"

"Dior, baby." You tell him, swiping the lipstick over your lips. "Shade.." you checked the bottom of the tube. "999, velvet."

"Oh Dior? Très chic, mon amour." (very fancy, my love.)

You nod, pressing your lips together. "I thought so too, but I think I have too much on." You get up, walking over to him.

Ibou's got the phone facing the two of you, your hand on his jaw as you get on your tiptoes, kissing his cheek. There's a red kiss mark left behind on his face, the man smiles when he sees it and you check your lipstick in the camera.

"Perfect."

"I think it's time for the vlog to end." He says, pulling you to him before kissing you. The phone gets tossed somewhere as Ibou picks you up, carrying you to the bed.

[missbubblesoda]

early in the morning, especially when it rains, and a little before noon. (19)

erwin x fem!reader

chapters: (1) | (2) | (3) | (4) | (5) | (6) | (7) | (8) | (9) | (10) | (11) | (12) | (13) | (14) | (15) | (16) | (17) | (18) | (20) | (21) | (22) | (23) | (24) | (25) | (26) | (27)

summary: I basically took Isayama’s work, forced it into a romance story, and made Erwin the love interest. Commander meets cadet and they fall in love (not instantly though)

notes: very berry canonverse (but some events were modified to fit my narrative), wasn’t intended to be this long, but it all is in the details right?

content warnings: smut where it fits (or where I make it fit. Also, reader is NOT underage, so likewise, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, please.) slow burn (I really mean it. I’m not olympic diving into any form of smut for the first chapters.) no angst. I dislike angst. I would never. I could never. (Although angst can be somewhat subjective so take it with a grain of salt?)

wc: 2.7k

It was the kind of morning that encouraged the wearing of many layers. The thicker the better. And Sasha, who looked busy feeding soaked hay to the horses of a nearby stable, seemed to have reached that same conclusion before leaving her room that morning. You observed her as she struggled to drain the wet grass without dipping her fingers into the water, and realized you didn’t remember what she looked like under her scarf and wool hat.

Was this winter ever going to end?

The calendar gave a rather optimistic answer, but the weather seemed to be so very in love with the snow, and it didn’t look like it was letting go of its lover anytime soon.

You rubbed your gloved hands against each other and noticed how this was the first time you actually felt cold this season, even though the harshest days were already long behind. But back then, when low temperatures would make everyone complain, and the biting wind would paint their ears and fingers all shades of red, you could rely on your memories and the pleasant fire they lit within. And back then, you also had his body heat to keep you warm.

You glanced at the man standing beside you, his attention completely lost somewhere in the woods before him, and his hand, idly hanging to his side, looked especially inviting under this weather. And you wished you could reach out and take it, but you weren’t sure he would let you hold it.

His breath, turning into white mist as soon as it left his body, was clearly visible against the somber, almost starless twilight sky. His eyes were also a dark shade of blue this morning, and they seemed just as gelid as the sudden gust of wind that caused you to wrap your arms around yourself, rubbing your shoulders as you tried to shrink your body to a size that would be too tiny for the cold to spot.

“You can wait inside if you-”

“I’m fine.” You rushed to say, before realizing the hastiness in your voice risked coming across a little discourteous, and he was your boss after all. “It will start warming up once the sun rises a little more.” You explained, this time trying to soften your voice with a smile, a smile that you hoped didn’t look as unnatural and stiff as it felt on your own lips.

Yes, you had no doubt that the weather would warm up soon, because like a promise kept, the sun would always rise in the morning. And, as you thought about such kind of tacit, unspoken promises, you glanced up: The sky didn’t promise snow today. Maybe it would warm up a little after all.

But, was it really a promise or just your own foolish assumptions? In your case, there was always a bigger chance that it was the latter, and, therefore, throughout the years you had learned to not let yourself get too hopeful about things. That way, when it did snow later and you found your feet stuck under six inches of snow, buried so deep that you couldn’t move backwards and neither forwards, the disappointment wouldn’t hurt as much.

You could tell his eyes were on you, but you didn’t feel like looking back. Instead, you tried to find if there was even a single star still visible in the sky.

It had been almost a full week since he went back to work, and make no mistake, you were happy he did. You were glad to see him instead of the sad empty chair your eyes had been constantly met with for the past six weeks or so. However, it had also been a week since you moved back to your room. A full week since you last heard the raspy good mornings and lulling good nights he would whisper against your ear. A full week since you last engaged in any form of conversation that didn’t have the words ‘maintenance budget cuts’ or ‘decreasing staffing levels’ in them. A full week since you last saw him smile. At least at your way.

And most importantly, it had been a full week since you last felt the reassuring warmth of his lips against yours, and the sweet comfort of his arm around your body. A full week since you told him some very big words. And a full week since he didn’t say them back.

But, could you blame him for that? Not really, and you weren’t mad at him. Because, now that you had a lot of time to spend in the loneliness of your dark room, you started to consider the possibility that maybe he had his boundaries; and that maybe, just maybe, you had been overstepping them lately. Or who knows since when, to be honest.

There was something, however, that you knew very well.

You knew that the life of the Survey Corps’ Commander was already difficult enough as it was, and that he didn’t need any of his subordinates to make things more uncomfortable for him, whether that was with their irrational requests or the unsolicited confessions that left their mouth when they were in bed together. And, all things considered, you figured he could go back to sleeping alone. Not to mention he must be craving some personal space as well. After all, you had practically glued yourself to his side for a month.

As you let your mind travel to warmer moments lived during that month, you realized the silence was making you a little bit too nostalgic, so you welcomed the sound the leaves made as they drifted wherever the wind blew. As well as the distant clatter of hooves.

“They’re here.” He said, and you looked up to find the convoy in the distance. Within a few moments, the shapes grew in size, until they reached the entrance of the castle.

The enclosed carriage that was leading the caravan waited in front as two soldiers opened the gates. It was big and rather opulent, and the glossy finish on the wood told you that it had been polished very recently, and with such dedication that now it resembled a mirror. A mirror that, with its gilded features and painted panels, successfully reflected the personal taste of the owner, whose face remained anonymous thanks to the satin curtains covering the windows.

But the carriage wasn’t the only notable thing in the caravan. The four horses pulling it, as well as the two dozens waiting behind, were splendid enough to overshadow the sumptuous vehicle.

The commander walked to the entrance of the stables, and you followed behind, your eyes still captured by the mesmerizing creatures. When the carriage parked nearby and its doors opened, the identity of the owner was finally revealed: a middle-aged man of imposing height and cinnamon hair who looked surprisingly familiar, and that, judging by his elegant demeanor and conspicuous wardrobe choices, could be nothing other than the lord of some faraway estate.

He hugged the Commander as if they were the oldest of friends, and, as they laughed about some inside joke you were certain you wouldn’t get, you found yourself wishing things were as merry and jolly between you and him as it was between the two of them. But then again, you were pretty sure this old man had never said he was in love with him.

Although, to be fair, it was not like he was avoiding you. In fact, to an outsider it may even look like you were the one doing it. After all, you were the one who decided to move back to your room, and you were the one who was actively trying to keep your eyes glued to your desk instead of looking his way. You were also the one who decided to start leaving immediately after your shift ended.

A stranger reading your latest journal entries would be forgiven for thinking you were the one putting distance between you two, but you were convinced that anyone in your position would understand that it was not something you had chosen deliberately. You were merely reacting.

Reacting to what you felt and perceived: a switch in the atmosphere, a change in his eyes, the feeling of not being welcome anymore. You could see it there, in the icy blue of his irises, and that’s why you tried not to look at them. It made your throat tight and your vision blurry. So you decided it was best to look at the horses instead.

They were truly some of the most magnificent stallions you had ever seen. So bright and alert. The glow in their coat told you that all their nutritional requirements were met, and the bounce of their mane, that they were frequently groomed. You had once heard that even just one of these horses was worth an average person’s lifetime income. And you could see why.

But after some minutes of contemplation, wonder turned into gloom, as you found yourself feeling sorry for them. There was no way these innocent creatures knew about the dangers that awaited them. It was truly such a shame that such gorgeous animals had been born in a world like yours. They deserved to enjoy their days eating fresh grass and running up and down a green hill, somewhere in the middle of a picturesque countryside, and not to spend their lives outrunning titans.

But you tried to cheer yourself up by thinking that they would get to live good lives for as long as they could cling to them. After all, the scouts treated their animals with the utmost care and respect, almost as if they considered their horses to be comrades too.

To your right, you heard the Commander animatedly talking with the wealthy stranger. But your eyes were still lost among the horses, absentmindedly watching their mane dance in the wind. The sound it made when blowing through the trees, delicately rustling their leaves as if telling them it was time to wake up, was something you had always found relaxing. And you realized that, despite the uncomfortable cold, it was such a beautiful day in the forest. If only you could enjoy it.

You wished you owned the carefree disposition of that tall man who had just dismounted his horse and now seemed to be thanking it for the ride. He looked so content and joyful, utterly delighted with the simple act of ruffling its mane, and so did the animal. It looked as if the man was fluent in whatever language it is that horses speak. He looked a lot like a horse whisperer. He looked a lot like-

“Leon?” You heard your own voice calling seconds before the man turned around and smiled, confirming that was indeed his name.

“My lady.” As he made his way to you, his hazel locks danced to the exact same tune his horse’s mane did behind him. His hair had gotten longer, but his smile was as warm and welcoming as you remembered it.

“How come you’re here?” You asked, surprised to find this was the first time in days your smile felt like it belonged on your face.

“I’m accompanying my lord uncle.” He paused as he kissed the back of your hand. “This gentleman right here.” You looked at the man he was pointing at, the one standing next to him, and also the same tall stranger the Commander had been animatedly conversing with.

So this was Lord Koch. His face did look a little familiar after all.

“Commander Smith.” Leon gently let go of your hand before sending an acknowledging nod to the Commander, and extending his hand.

“Lord Angert.” The Commander shook the hand Leon was offering and smiled politely. “Thank you for traveling so far, my Lord. I hope the winter woods weren’t too rough.”

“As someone who was raised out in the cold, my esteemed Commander, I found the weather rather nostalgic.” As the two men shared a chuckle, you couldn’t help but join in, amused by Leon’s interesting way of speaking.

“We had to make a couple of small detours, as we weren’t sure if it was safe to travel anywhere near Ragako or Dauper.” Lord Koch explained. “That added at least half a day to our schedule. We should have been here by yesterday night, so I apologize, Erwin. I think Leon here was the only one who appreciated the change of plans.” He grinned at his nephew, and you noticed that Lord Koch’s eyes also had the tendency to turn into crescent moons when he smiled. “He really wanted to get a present for the beautiful lady here.” You blinked a few times to shake the confusion away when you suddenly felt all three men’s eyes on you.

Leon slipped a hand inside his jacket before handing you a tin box that was all too familiar to you. It did look like you were starting a collection after all, you had three of these now.

And for the first time in this bitter morning, you felt warm, the pleasant feeling immediately taking over your lips. You could really use the sugar today. The sugar, as well as the comfort only your favorite childhood treat could provide.

“Leon, you didn’t have to.” Your fingers reached for the present, unable to keep your lips from curving when you had the small box in your hands. You expected the metal to be cold, but it was actually comfortable to the touch, and rather warm from the cozy pocket he had kept it in all this time.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I figured since I was coming here anyway, I could at least bring you a piece of home.” He explained, using his hand to brush aside the importance of his kind gesture. “Although, I must admit the idea only found me after we were more than halfway through our journey here. But Luckily they had these in one of the villages we stopped by.”

You stared into the forest he had for eyes and wondered if you could find a friend there. Because you felt like you could really use one right now.

“Erwin, these were selectively bred to be approximately five feet tall and nine hundred pounds give or take.” You turned your attention to Lord Koch, who was pointing at the group of horses that was now being taken into the stables. “They may seem heavy but you don’t need to worry about maintenance out there in the field, they can get by perfectly fine on a simple diet, and travel many hours without complaining.” You eyed the horses, they certainly looked way more muscular than your average horse. “And their weight doesn’t affect their performance either. Their top speed is between forty to fifty miles per hour. Pretty impressive, right? We trained them to maintain a swift twenty two miles gallop, even when pulling a carriage. Like I said, a fine speed all the way through. But I don’t pretend you believe just my words. I actually would like to show you right now if you’re up for it. What do you say?”

The sound of the wind waking the leaves from their slumber was the only thing Lord Koch got for a reply. You turned to look at the Commander at the same time Leon did, and were surprised to find him staring back at you. An unreadable look in his icy blue eyes.

“Erwin?” Lord Koch called again and this time he seemed to have more luck in getting a reply.

“Yes, yes, we should.” The Commander said, eyes still fixed on you.

“I’ll get them ready, Uncle.”

“No, son, you can stay. Erwin and I are only going for a quick ride.” Lord Koch smiled to his nephew before turning to the Commander. “Let’s go, Erwin. Let’s leave these two to each other. I bet they have a lot to talk about.”

The Commander threw one last glance your way, a closed-mouth smile on his face, before turning around and following Lord Koch.

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A Brighter Shade of Grey 2/? Sneak Peek

Yes, I promise I have been working in this! I won't abandon my fics, y'all. If I disappear and don't update, call the cops lol

Anyway, sneak peek!

This stems from the fic that started it all when a female mercenary was sent to off Graves but things ended up not going as planned.

First chapter of this fic here!

Warnings: Violence, dub-con, kidnapping, eventual breath-play. I'll add more when I update the full chapter ;) for my lovie @bellgraves!

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You woke up alone.

Alone.

You sat up and listened for any noises but heard nothing.

You got out of bed, reminding yourself to be quiet when stepping on the floor because you recalled that when Graves had set his Kevlar vest down before he slept with you the night before (or what you assumed was the night before because there were no windows) there was a thud. That told you that you might not be on the first floor.

You didn’t bother covering yourself with the blanket. Even if Graves did have cameras in here, you’d slept with him enough times to know he’d seen all of you.

And you’d seen all of him. You certainly didn’t hate seeing all of him and definitely wouldn’t mind seeing Graves again. But something in the back of your mind was telling you he was still salty about how close you came to killing him and that he intended to make you pay for that.

Dearly.

Maybe with your life.

So you waited a few more minutes, listening for any signs of life outside of the air conditioning automatically kicking on and off.

You still heard nothing.

You counted the seconds to ten minutes even.

Still nothing.

So you got dressed in the clothes left scattered around that fit you. Pants, hoodie, shoes. You used your teeth to rip a small tether off the hoodie and used that to tie your hair back.

You laid your small hand on the doorknob of the heavy door.

And…

Much to your shock…

It opened.

You cracked that door open and pressed your ear up against it. You stood there until you counted the seconds to five minutes.

There were no noises other than the automatic clicking off and on of the AC unit.

The shoes you had on weren’t loud. They weren’t heels like you’d worn when you first met Graves to swindle him. And they weren’t boots like you’d wear in the field which could be hard to keep silent unless you were outdoors. They were Converse. Simple black Converse shoes. Easy to walk quietly with.

And yet, even though you had not heard anything other than the AC you still treaded slowly and with caution. It could be the middle of the day or the middle of the night for all you knew. Yet you had no idea how Graves ran his bases. And you were certain Graves had 24/7/365 patrols crawling everywhere.

Hell, you’d found it weird you hadn’t run into anything or anyone yet.

So of course it would be when you picked up your walking speed just a little that you felt like you’d walked right into a wall and ended up on hard cement floor.

You were dazzled, bamboozled (a term you like to use with the pets you had growing up when you would hide a treat in a toy and said pet would get confused trying to get it out) when you had the breath knocked out of you.

A better term might have been stunned but not in a good way.

You shook your head to clear the cobwebs. You didn’t even know if someone had hit you, shoved you, or if you’d just been stupid enough to hit your head on something.

But when that something spoke you were convinced that what you’d run into was human. Or close to it.

“What’d we have here?”

That wasn’t Graves’s voice. That much you knew.

You glowered at the thing that had talked to you.

A Shadow.

“Don’t know but I sure like the look of ‘er,”

Shit.

Two Shadows.

[hauntedtotem]

I really like your hc on why the doppels look the way they do. Do you have any theories/headcanon as to why 42 looks like that? Or the Steven doppel with the taped on paper face? That one's my fave, he's so silly

Based on both the Sticky Note and Brain Steven doppelgangers, I hc that Steven has some extreme paranoia issues that he hides from the public, pretending to be fine.

More specifically, my Steven has undiagnosed schizophrenia (did that even have a diagnosis in the 1950s?)- but he can't open up about it to anyone because if people find out he's been seeing things, he'll get discharged from the Air Force immediately.

The Note doppelganger symbolizes how he wears a mask, not wanting anyone to know his sub-par mental state. "He is Fine :)" after all, because if he wasn't he would loose his career.

The Brain doppelganger symbolizes his paranoia, the way he sometimes gets stuck in his own head and how his eyes dart nervously to every corner or shadow where something could be hiding.

Imo the hallucinations aren't anything too extreme, shadows flickering, and thinking he always sees someone behind him, or peaking around corners, stuff like that.

But in a world with doppelgangers lurking around, he has to be cautious, he can't just brush them off because "what if this one's real". The paranoia that comes with it is a blessing and a curse, it makes him keep his guard up almost 24/7

He's good at keeping a poker face, not letting it get to him too much, but there are definitely good days and bad days to it. Being a little jumpy isn't too suspicious, but if he reacts too obviously to a hallucination- he's scared people finding out, not just because the risk of losing his positIon but also the stigma that would come with it.

One of the reasons he likes being a pilot is there's very little places in the sky for something to hide and jump out at him, real or fake.

Also not to plug my ficlet 2 asks in a row, but there is an excerpt about Steven so I have a good excuse to lol

"a pilot who's mind races with endless possibilities and visions of death, who's witnessed carnage both of reality and illusion. Behind a stone faced facade and obscuring shades, paranoia clutches the mind and eyes dart nervously towards every shadow. The constant nagging of adrenaline and panic being held trapped behind an un-moving mask. An all consuming mind, seeing danger at every corner, only ever knowing peace while in the emptiness of the skies"

As for 42, I just see him as an Easter egg character so idk how to interpret him into the lore atm. 42 is simply the answer to Everything lol /ref

[neddea]

2/?

Some of these pages are just a repost, but the last three or four are new 👀 things are getting interesting

(Also for me, I don’t have much planned after this, pray for my soul)

Also also, I have a headcanon about Vash wearing shades 24/7 because he fears that people would see his plant marks in his irises if they’re hit with direct light, that’s why he was wearing them at the beginning and desperate to put them back on

First pages here !

Third batch here ✨

[foxes-that-run]

2016 Haylor Timeline

Timeline Tag, back to 2015.

1 January - Yachtgate with Kendall, OOTW video released with Haylor references galore, including HS on her wrist. 12 Jan - CH and TS seen for for last time till March.

6 January - Harry posted photo of rain on a window. On 6 January 2015 Taylor posted Clear Blue Water" which may have been the day they last broke up.

14 January - rather than dine alone with CH TS encourages 14 year old fan sit with them

16 January - taylor wears outfit and hair like Delicates making of a song to visit Jaime King

17 January - Taylor didn't acknowledge Calvin's birthday. Taylor is in New York

18 January - Tabloid gossip that Taylor is jealous of the yacht, she had been liking angsty Tumblr posts about Harry. Out of the Woods official release Taylor back in LA

20 January - Harry arrives at LAX. Also seen in LA 22 and 23rd. Harry’s iMessage leaks and is stylesh989@gmail.com fans confirm it syncs with his IG

21 January - Harry celebrates 22nd Birthday in London, early, with Nick Grimshaw, stylist spends the night in his house. Kendall flies LA to Paris…. if she and Harry were dating she would have flown a day early and been at his London birthday party??

23 January - Taylor releases New Romantics. Kendall and Harry at Jeff's birthday roast. Kendall is wearing a Big o' Fur (Pop tart??) and leaves alone.

24 January - Harry celebrates his 22nd birthday in LA, also early with Glenn (Jeff's wife) and presumably others.

26 January - 58th Grammys, Taylor performed Out of the Woods, Harry posted photo of woods.

27 January - Harry signs with Jeff Azoff, also in LA. timeline

29 January - Taylor posted ““So how do you spend your time now that the tour is over?”” in Genius shirt with video with Meredith, I love it.

1 February - Harry unseen on birthday, tweets "I don't know about you, but I'm feeling 22."

2 February Harry looked fine AF in this Hawaiian shirt

11 February - Kanye releases Famous - it's snake time.

14 February - TN posts “you bring the James dean I’ll bring the red lip” Valentine’s Day. Harry at Clive Davis party

16 February - Taylor wins the Grammy Album of the Year for 1989. Calvin was at an after-party in a t-shirt. In Miss Americana (21 mins in) she says 'I remember thinking afterwards, Oh my god, that was all you wanted. You get to the mountaintop and you look around and Oh god, what now? I didn't have a partner I climbed it with, I didn't have anyone I could relate to, I had my mom, but I wondered shouldn't I have someone I could call right now? Harry in LA

20 February  - Harry records 'Sweet Creature' in LA. In the Album show at the Troubadour (21:40) Harry introduced 'Sweet Creature' saying it was the first song written in the studio a couple of weeks after his birthday. He was photographed in the studio 20 February.

21-29 February - CH starts Ole, it references Harry and Hendall The video (screen shots in the top line above) is about a guy who neglects his GF, the lyrics of the song are about a girl who cheats on her BF but goes on trips. The lyrics include "lowkey" aka 'Loki' and refer to the trip they take 2 weeks later - so he worked on it more. Kanye releases Famous

26 February  - Taylor out in LA

28 February - Taylor looks amazing at the Vanity Fair Oscar Party alone. Harry tweets 'you can shake an apple off a tree ' (Elvis Presley Stuck on You lyric)..... 0_0  and posted a colour photo to IG of a scrabble game thanking for voting for Brits. HS IG has been b&w since OOTW, but this was in screaming colour! ❤️

3 March - Harry tweets Norah Jones Come Away with me lyrics "The yellow grass grows knee high."

6 March - Harry seen buying groceries in Hampstead

7 March - CH and TS 1 anniversary TS thin and uncomfortable.

13 March - Harry in London, gets parking ticket.

13 - 15 March Taylor and Calvin Bikini photos in the Bahamas. A 5 hour flight, 3 nights, 4 swimsuits. Rumour they flew separately. Complete with swan inflatable for added shade. :/

15 March Harry back in LA at Cafe Habana Malibu

16 March - KK posts TS where’s the drop. Blind Calvin hooked up with someone. Harry in Beverly Hills, 24 at St Laurent

25 March - Taylor back in LA and Harry also back in LA same day, LA on the 6th, 11 April & 20 April (kid harpoons birthday).

3 April -Taylor and Calvin attended the iHeart Radio Awards, arrive separately. He looked bored, didn’t thank her. Made a face when Taylor thanked him, she didn’t every time. Calvin on his phone during her last acceptance speech. Rumors they are having trouble. Harry in LA he bought a fan’s family dinner the night before. Harry papped buying fuel in LA.

7 April - Taylor shopping at St Laurent, (which Harry had been wearing all the time) and looking like the Ready For It..? VM

8 April Blind Taylor and Calvin talk-fighting on paper walk. Harry seen shopping with Kid Harpoon and Kendall, “watch KUWK May 1

9 April Harry seen leaving Nobu Malibu

15 April -Coachella, black skinny jeans and Chelsea boots in top right of pool photo on Taylor’s instagram. Taylor at Coachella with bleached hair and a 'This Is What You Came For' jacket. CH performed. She also released that Drake Apple ad. KK there

16 April - Taylor vogue cover

22 April - Harry Tweet's "it's not the Ribbons in your Hair" Cars Just what I needed lyrics about not minding anything because a person is who they needed.

April 29 - this is what you came for:

28 April - Taylor is Bewjelled at Gigi Hadid's 21st birthday . Harry is not photographed there, but is also in L.A. the next day

29 April - This Is What You Came For is released. Taylor was an uncredited writer and has backing vocals. CH later throws shade about her not promo-ing it. Later blind that TIWYCF is about person Taylor cheating with. Calvin has an interview with Nick Grimshaw (!) in his house, where he says John Newman was there last week (Ole), talks about how John Newman has a great track coming, that the guide vocal (Taylor's) could not get better then he heard Rhianna's and it was much better:

30 April - Taylor NY for Met Gala dinner, wearing Billy Joel shirt. Calvin goes on radio and (at 2:30) says Taylor is on a break, they haven't spoken about a collab.

In August  the video has a similar hawaiian shirt but in red, he  posts to his instagram photos of him wearing one like Harry's

They then marked this day - in 2017 Harry marks the anniversary of this by getting papped in that same shirt! hahahaha

In 2018 - Calvin Harris later tweets that he grew a beard to get a Grammy

October 2022 - High Infidelity released, it opens with 'lock broken, slur spoken' and includes 'Do you really want to know where I was April 29th? Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

1 May - Taylor has dinner at Anna Wintour's house with Tom Hiddleston and James Corden!

2 May - Taylor at met gala, TS meets Joe, Hiddleswift starts.

5 May -  Erskine Records,

7 May - Harry, back in London, cuts off his hair - farewell LHH. 'Only a few songs' were recorded for his Debut before Dunkirk. Taylor posts photo of herself at Met Gala with "we never go out of style"

17 May - Harry’s friend Matt Irwin’s funeral.

18 May - Harry on set of Dunkirk in Dunkerque, shoots for next 10 weeks till 28 July.

May - 1D purchased its f to j shares back off the band and they sold director titles, each was paid £14m. They still receive royalties. Harry stopped using his twitter, PR tweets since

20 May - Taylor and Calvin seen together for the last time in a carpark. Blind that implies Calvin did something “I give the "relationship" another week […] what happened last night is going to open a whole bunch of boxes.”

22 May - Calvin in car accident, Taylor doesn’t go to hospital. Blinds implying drugs involved, but police report says no drugs and Calvin a passenger. He has a cut to the face in an SUV, other car a beetle with teenagers with pelvic features, the other car hit CHs

23 May - July  Harry shoots Dunkirk, in France on radio he said he just slept when not filming and did not make music.

29 May - Gemma Styles liked a photo of Taylor taken by Harry's friend Matt Irwin and posted that she had subscribed to Apple Music to hear 1989 earlier

2 June - CH and TS breakup confirmed on Twitter

13 June - Taylor rents house in Cornelia Street

14 June - Taylor first seen with Tom Hiddleston. Article on Taylor staged photos

16 June - tabloid gossip that Calvin Harris sent a music exec a dick pick was break up reason

23 June - both Harry and Taylor are in London. Calvin admits Taylor controlled break up media

2 July - Harry signed a solo contract for $80m, with Columbia

4 July - the last 4th July party, (until 1989-esk gathering in 2023) with I heart TS hiddleswift exploits. Harry was in London.

13 July - taylorswiftisoverparty hashtag trending CH was messy as hell on Twitter, TMZ reports taylor wrote TWYCF, the notes are now corrected. Joe in London

17 July - Kim K posts that she has a recording of Snake convo. Harry was quick to provide supportive comments.

21 July - Kendall posts "tea time" with photo Taylor later copies in LAWYMMD video. Also likes anti-swift posts.

28 July - Last time Harry seen shooting Dunkirk in UK

8 August - Taylor performs at oil heir Mike Hess's 30th birthday in the Hamptons and grinds on him, no Tom Hiddleston.

21 August - Daisy Lowe posts a person in a Harry styles tshirt to IG

24 August - Hiddleswift officially over, Tom has talked to media. Taylor wears this yellow outfit in New York which Calvin copied in the ole video.

25 August - Harry seen in LA, first time he has been seen for 16 days. Wears a similar shirt to Ole.

29 August - Taylor Lover Journal "this summer is the apocalypse" Nashville. Taylor still in NY. Rumour Harry saw her in NY.

30 August - Taylor not at VMAs due to Jury Duty

2 September - Kendall and Harry at Nobu in LA, Dunkirk wraps. Harry not seen for another 15 days after.

3 September - Harry buys LA House. He listed it for sale in May 2017 and in 2019 sold it at a loss.

5 September - Harry has dinner with Kendall then disappears. Could have been when he first went to Jamaica.

9 September - Taylor front row Gigi's fashion show

19 September  - Taylor writes a lot of reputation. Taylor flies to NY and attends Max Martin & Shellback studio. (The Swift Life video) Works on Gorgeous, I Did Something Bad, Delicate & King Of My Heart. Joe in London at Burberry show.

22 September - Hendall over, Harry hasn't been seen for 15 days.

25 September - Harry posts 3 white squares to IG

28 September - Taylor was with Cara Delevingne and Joe was in London.

29 September Harry’s another man mix tape with HS1 inspiration/ clues and Haylor love songs. Capital FM runs an article "DJs Are Just As Baller As Multi-Millionaire Rappers & Here's The Proof" and use a photo of Calvin copying Harry's St Laurent shirt!

4 October - Joe Alwyn in London, last seen 2 weeks earlier also in London. First time they are actually in same place since May. Lover Journal 3 January says they had been dating 3 months so that lines up. Their anniversary was never 28 September.

6 October - Harry in London, last seen 5 September in LA, next seen 3 November in LA.

11 October - Taylor, Cara, suki dinner, write it’s all part of the f***ing story on the tablecloth, post it, delete it and take it home

13 October - Taylor and Joe attend Kings of Leon show. In this video, Joe enters The Bowery with another blonde at (0:43) Taylor enters at 1:24. Joe in NY for 'Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk' Premiere and press conferences

15 October - Rumour that Harry was seen at the airport in Jamaica. He stayed there for 2 months writing HS1. (the funny thing about that is that the rumor was true and the 'insider' tumblr said it wasn't.) At 30 mins into Harry Styles: Behind the Album Harry says they had had a week in a 'total hole.' "I can't write songs" he said in the first time in a long time I had actually done something and then came back to the studio and wrote Carolina, which was the last song on the album. He's wearing the same blue hawaiian St Laurent Shirt while recording it.

20 October - Big Little Town releases "Better Man" written for Red.

21 October  - Someday is released. "Someday maybe when we're old and gray, We could be in love once more. Till then I won't give my love away, Darling, I'm forever only yours".

22 October - Taylor plays a very Haylor setlist at US Grand Prix and also performs TIWYCF

October - Harry records his debut in Jamaica. He meets Mitch - see behind the album. Worse version of Famous leaked.

24 October - Taylor at Drakes Birthday with a golden tattoo (dress) with Karlie Kloss

31 October - Taylor posts photos of Halloween party where she wore deadpool costume. Harry unseen, last seen on 6th in London

1 November - Taylor reveals she wrote Better Man in a post, it goes to #1

3 November - Harry seen back in LA at Kendall birthday and concert next day. Joe in Taipei Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk.

5 November  - Harry seen at Meghan Trainor's surprise party

8 November - Karlie and Taylor at Lorde's birthday, this is the last time she is seen hanging out with KK. On 8 November Trump elected, KKs husband is connected.

November - To Zane Lowe (48 mins) Taylor said about Evermore

"There was a sort of a double meaning to the months that are mentioned and the feelings that are mentioned one of the meanings is that we were I wrote this song and these lyrics when we were coming up to the election and I didn't know what was going to happen. So almost I was almost preparing for the worst to happen and trying to see some sort of glimmer at the at the at the end of the tunnel. The last verse you know the song is it goes through walking through the forest barefoot in the middle of winter or standing on a balcony and letting the icy wind just hit you and you're catching your death. Then in the last verse the person goes inside and finally is warm and finally is safe. It's about the process of finding hope again but it also reflected back to an experience that I had that was pretty life altering when I went through like a bunch of bad stuff in 2016 in like July, November all those times were just sort of taking it day by day to get through trying to find some trying to find a glimmer of hope all of that so I was coming from both of those perspectives"

9 November - Joe in Hong Kong for Billy Lynn's Long Halftime walk premiere

11 November - Taylor goes to Joe's movie screening, he's not named in press about it.

19 November - Reputation magazine "how do you feel about having a song written about you" photo

25 November - Harry seen in LA, then not seen again till 30th.

26 November - Taylor thanksgiving in RI, Lily D, Lily A, and Todrick. Karlie not invited, Joe not pictured. Lily D posts on her snapchat that her uber driver (Taylor) is “so pretty.” Harry MIA

28 November - Gemma, Lou Teasdale and Lou's twin Sam Campbell go to Karaoke and post WANBGT lyrics and Sam captions it 'Talk to my friends.'

30 November - Harry got coffee in LA

3 December - Harry arriving at Heathrow in London

7, 8 December - Harry in London. 8th seen with an ambulance behind him and fans wondered if he was at a hospital, his step dad passed away a few months later.

10 December - "I Don't Wanna Live Forever" released with Zayn, there are HS looking figures and outfits like the 2015 VS show

13 December - Taylor has party in London house she rented in Frognall, near Hampstead which is in the Reputation book. Karlie Kloss posts a throwback photo of Taylor for her birthday, years later stories emerge that they had a falling out over Karlie throwing a party at Taylor’s NY apartment which TS refers to in LAWYMMD.

20 December - Harry in London

28 December - there is an unconfirmed sighting of Harry and Taylor (Lover journal indicates Taylor in London. Harry seen in London (the next day) and soon after Taylor gave Austin a record signed by a friend of Harry's where Sam Campbell comments 'LOL'

31 December - Photos of Taylor and Joe getting ready thought to be taken this day. Later only 7 photos leak in 2020.  Harry in Holmes Chapel on NYE

Continue in 2017

[vamppanda]

Where the heck am i?

~⚠️: Gore, sexual themes and some races themes.

Character info please read before you start.

pt 2

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It was raining on the outskirts of the city. You were walking at night on the way to your home from getting off work, with an umbrella and ear phone in your ears. You were on the phone with your best friend chatting about the plans that  are having next week. 

'' I was thinking that we should do a girls day.'' You said as you were about to walk on a long bridge.

'' Girl yessssss... I need it sooo bad, my child baby daddy has been getting on nerves.'' She said over the phone.

'' Girl... I don't know you are putting up with him.''

'' Because he a good father to my kid and we are still together, but sometime it the little thing that I can't deal with.''

'' I don't why you still put up with him, if he get on your nerves 24/7.''

''Because that thing is good.''

''Eeeewwwww, I do not need to hear that.''

'' so,.''

'' You are so annoying, bro.''

'' And what about it, you love me '' she laughed.

'' Yes, I guess so.'' You said in a positive laugh. You were at the end of the bridge when you saw a black figure at the end of the bridge. The figure was standing there just staring at you. The figure was wearing what you can see though the rain, was wearing a black long coat.

'' Girl.. there is someone at the end of the bridge, just looking at me.'' you said low on the phone.

'' Girl, if you don't run.''

'' I will just turn around and find a way another way to get home.''

'' You do that then and not listen to me.''

Right when you turned around, the black figure was right in front of you. You look at the thing in shock, Now that you are in front of it, you can see that the thing was a little bit short of you. The figure looks up at you and smiles.  You can hear your friend on the phone, yelling your name.

'' (Y/N).............(Y/N)''

'' Hello ......friend.'' the thing said.

You took a step back after getting over your stage of shock.

'' Um....... Hi.''

The figure was in front. Now that this thing is up close she seems to be a girl.

'' Do you want to take my places?'' 

'' What ?''

' What  is this thing talking about?' You thought. 

'' I don't what you talking about.''

'' Do you want to take my places?'' She asked  again.

You look away from her.

'' Look, I don't know what you are talking about. So leave me alone, before I called the police.'' 

She grabbed your face  and made you look at her. She moves your head back and forth. You can see her eyes were a beautiful shade of (e/c), like yours. 

' Wait a minute, she looks just like me.' You thought.

'' You look just like me. Well a little bit.''

She was right y'all skin color was not the same. 

'' You would be wonderful for the cruel emperor'' she said as she let go of your face.

'' Wait, what are you talking about? I don't want that at all.''

But it was too late, a blue light surrounded you two. She then grabs hold of your wrist and  you try to let it go.

'' What do you want from me?"

'' I already told you, I am here so you can take my place to marry the emperor .'' she finally answers you after all of this time, sounding frustrated with you. She continued to say.

'' Have you not been listening to me.''

 before you can answer, she talks again.

'' How cares about that, we are wasting time here.''

With that she looks at her side and turns to the side, like she was looking for someone. When she found what she was looking for, she turned back to you. 

'' O great god, I have found someone, I like her to take my place.''

A larger man stares down at you two. When you finally get free from the girl and start running in the other direction.

'' Friend, call the police.''

'' Already did it.''

But you did not get to go far when you got picked up, but the tall guy, within the process you dropped your umbrella and he took your phone from your pocket, snatching the ear plug out of your ears. He walked right back to that girl. 

'' You sure you want her to talk her place, I mean yeah she look like you, but she don't look like you, if you get what i mean.''

'' I don't care, I just want to get this over with.''

'' so be it.''

With that he put you down, before you could run again you got frozen in place. He started to speak to you.

'' (y/n) (l/n) you will take the place of  Rin Takano and marrying the cruel emperor and living life of the empress, When I am done talking, you will be (y/n) Takano, Good luck .'' 

Everything turned dark. You woke up and sat up. You look around to see you was in the middle of the forest and birds was flying around and chirping happily. 

' Where am I?' You thought as you got up from your sitting potions and dust yourself. You look at your legs and then look at your body to see that you was wearing a komodo. A beautiful one that was a beautiful shape of pink and with fishes on it. 

' How the hell did this get on me? '

You started walking to find a way to get out of the or until you see a path. That when you heard footsteps running to you and a voice yell out to someone else.

'' HEY GUYS I FOUND HER.'' The guy shouted out.

''THEN GET HER DUMBASS.'' The second guy shouted out.

That's when you started to run .

'' OH CRAP.... SHE RUNNING AGAIN.''

They started to chase you too. That made you run faster.

' Bro why are they running after me and where the hell am I?' 

After a few hours of running, you were in a waging cage. You got caught. How do you ask?  Well your trip, because of the komodo and fell in the river. Now here you are in a cage, not tied up by the way.

‘’ You know we been looking for you girly.’’ The second guy said,

‘’ Yeah, your father pay us a good amount of the money to get you of the emperor.’’ the third guy said.

You climb closer to the front of the cages, where the three guys were at, the first guy was pulling the carriage. 

‘’ But I am not her, how many times to do I have to telling you that.’’

‘’ Yeah Yeah and dogs can fly.’’ 

‘’ I am telling the truth.’’

The third guy turns around and look at you closely. 

‘’ Now that I look at her boss, she do look at lot dirty.’’

‘’ That just probably mud that was rub on her.’’

‘’ But when she fell in the water, it should of come off her.’’ The first guy said with the third guy nod in agreement with him.

‘’ Well it will probably get scrubbed off at the palace. You know the palace got stuff like that.’’

‘’ You are so dumb.’’ you said to the second guy, The second guy hit your cage.

‘’ Hush up in there and it doesn't matter in way, because that the palace issue.’’

You sit back and wrap your arms around your body. 

‘ Why are they so stupid and I still don’t know where I am.’

You then look at your side and see that there were people that look sick and homeless. Some were coughing and others were hugging each other. They look unkempt and dirty, like they have not been bathing in years. 

‘ Looking at them and their clothes and what they are, i am thinking, i am in japan and the old period too. Oh lord why me.’

You look at the other side of you too. You saw people looking at you and whispering to each other. 

‘ They are probably wondering what the hell is going on.’

You lean your head back and sigh.

‘’ HOLT, HOLT.’’ another man shouted.

The carriage came to a stop. You kinda fell in front of a cage.

‘’ ow’’

You look up and see that you were in front of the gate. The guard walked in front of the first guy. 

‘’ What is the purpose of coming in the palace?’’ 

‘’ We just need to drop these pretty little lady off.’’

The other guard look at you in the cage and raise an eyebrow. 

‘’ She looks kind of dirty, to be a noble girl.’’

You look at them in shock. Not because he said you look dirty, but because you are supposed to be noble.

‘ First of damn rude and secondly did her said a NOBLE’

‘’ I promise you she is, they just rub dirty on her to make her seem less than she is. So we can't find her.’’

‘’ Well you guys can go in.’’ the guard said and spet to the side to let them in.

‘’ OPEN THE GATE.’’ Other voices were hear thought the air.

The first guy started pulling the carriage again. Your eyes got heavy.

‘ I can’t go to sleep now, but I am so tired.’

But you fell asleep anyway.

You got woken up, by getting thrown on the ground.

‘ What's up with them getting thrown and grabbed today.’

‘’ Sorry sweet pea, but you don’t wake up.’’

You glare at the second guy and get up off the ground. Once you were standing you saw that there were girls crying to their parents or some of them were in a group scare or talking to other people. That is when the front doors open and some guard walks out of them and then goes into two straight lines by the stairwell. Then a nice looking guard came out of the door, then it closed again. 

‘ He looks like he's more in the upper layer.’

He look around and he then pulls out a roll of paper out of his montsuki. 

‘’ LADYS AND GENTLEMAN, NOW WELCOME THE BRIDE CHOSSING, NOW BOW FOR THE EMPEROR  AOKI HINO.’’

Just then the door opened to a tall red-haired guy, he walked out of the room he was in. The door closed behind him. He walked to his pillow seat and moved his layers of montsuki to sit down, once he had a maid pour him tea. When the maid was done, he picked up the cup of tea. He wave his hand for the nice looking guard to continue.

‘’ uhem.. LETS THE BRIDE CHOOSING BEGIN,’’ 

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Masterlist

[brynnterpretations]

see youve been doing a lotta theboys ship reqs recently HUGE kudos to u got damn, and i love how u write them sm !! hope u dont mind one more ^^ (fine w p much anyone except homelander or deep)

im an anxiety-ridden autistic bi british tguy with a pretty hefty male lean, 5'6"-ish, long hair thats shaved on one side , lotsa face piercings , pretty hairy , scruffy jaw , got a "would be a bear if i hit the gym more often" kinda build . i wear shades 24/7 bc i hate eye contact and bright lights . i generally dont bother picking out an outfit but when i do i lean towards a kinda 50s greaser vibe even tho i dont have a bike or anything

im a recluse and not particularly social , i end most conversations quickly but politely tho i dont let myself get walked over . i do like going for walks , particularly walking my cat , or otherwise hauling something around , its a good workout , but most of the time im indoors and just drawing/animating (what im attending uni for) or playing games . i prefer talking online to in person cause of low social battery , even for family n close friends .

im insecure but otherwise i think j have pretty good self-esteem , and tho im not diagnosed im like 95% sure ive got covert narcissism , i see most people as below me in some way but i dont express this obviously . a lack of attention , particularly online , is distressing and upsetting , and i get defensive very easy . i THRIVE on the feeling of caring for or protecting someone both bc it feeds this and is the only time i can power through my social anxiety .

uhhh cat lover , marine life lover , would spend the rest of my life in an aquarium , would rather be a shark than a human , dont like getting dressed if i dont have to , nail biter , dragon fanatic , would probably be a supe given the chance

hope thats not too much , and thank you !

Thank you so much for the kind words! I hope you like this. ♡

I ship you with...

Frenchie ♡

Boyfriend

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You and Frenchie meet while you're walking your cat. Frenchie is a huge cat guy (I will die on this hill), and though he hasn't had any of his own since his early twenties, he still makes it his mission to interact with them as much as he can. Cat on the street? Gets pet. Cat in those windows of veterinary offices that you can walk into if you don't seem too shady? Gets pet. Cat in a house the coup is raiding? Gets pet, and moved to a safer location.

So, when he sees your cat being walked, the dude has to go over. Plus, not gonna lie, even in NYC, it's pretty uncommon to see cats being walked, especially down the street that the boys' hideout is located on.

He uses small talk to warm up the awkwardness that comes with a random French man coming up on the street to pet your cat, and eventually asks if you'd ever want to go on a walk sometime. While he initially had his eyes set on your cat, when the guy looked up at you, he immediately saw that you're really, really cute. He has a weakness for facial piercings and for general "scruffiness", so add that on to the cat and the general reservedness? Bro's set.

Through that, you start hanging out a lot and getting to know each other. Frenchie's not a texting person, so you two tend to call a lot, and have a lot of cute but low-key dates, like cooking meals for you at his apartment and playing video games.

And, on that note: Frenchie absolutely sucks at video games, but he has fun playing them with you. While Frenchie is very spatially aware in real life, he is not in online games — bro would get absolutely flamed in any CoD lobby — but would have a blast going through your video game of choice by your side.

You would have to help him with the controls... a lot... but it would be worth it.

Frenchie doesn't really believe in "rushing in" or "waiting too long"; he just makes it official once he feels like it's right. After 2 – 3 months with you, he'd ask if you'd like to be together upfront.

And, once you are: you two would be very, very happy together.

Frenchie's a very intuitive person, and while he wouldn't make any assumptions considering your diagnoses/suspected conditions (he's not about that life), he would catch on to your need for attention and care.

Since he's not really a texter, he'd either call you or send you voice notes to say good morning, good night, tell you about something that reminded him of you, etc.

Is your #1 fan concerning your art, and is endlessly in awe of what you do. He would constantly show your work off to the coup, and would definitely commission you for artwork when your schoolwork slowed down (no, he won't accept free shit, he will commission you, point-blank).

Considering Frenchie's been through a lot, you being a caring person and a "protector" would do wonders for the relationship. While Frenchie's a protective guy himself, the dude wants some time to slow down and be taken care of, and would love anything you did for him and reciprocate it completely.

Is a huge physical touch guy, and as long as you were fine with it, would always have an arm around you, his hand in yours, etc.

Also would definitely love to be the little spoon with you, especially because you're very close in height (he's about 5'8).

Is a big gift-giver, and would always purchase anything he saw that reminded him of you, whether it's a shark stuffed animal, or one of those seashell necklaces that street vendors sell.

Also, he's a bit freaked out about marine life — the vastness of the ocean really, really freaks him out, partially because of a near-drowning accident he had as a kid — but would always go to aquariums with you and try to find aquatic spaces to do stuff.

He would do the ocean, but as much as he loves you, he's probably gonna try limiting that to special occasions.

Would 100% spoil your cat, and if you were up for it, adopt one for you two to co-parent.

Also doesn't have many reservations about moving in "early" — again, timestamps aren't really too important to him — and would especially encourage it if it helped any student finances.

On that note, the guy cannot do structured and organized learning, so he would always brag about your postsecondary education and do everything to encourage you, whether it's bringing you your favorite snacks while working on end-of-the-year projects or rubbing your hands and back after finishing an art piece.

He wouldn't hide his work with the Boys from you, and honestly, would encourage you to get involved, particularly through artwork — anti-Supe propaganda, especially aesthetic pleasing ones, have been lacking nowadays. He'd be open about his work and introduce you to the boys before you became official.

And that brings us to...

The Boys ☻

Friends

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So, it's corny... but you and Butcher definitely both bond over both being British/from the U.K. You're one of very few people who were able to immediately understand both his accident and what he was referring to in British slang upon first meeting.

Plus, the guy likes you, even if he doesn't talk to you much. He respects reserved types a lot, and appreciates you leveling out Frenchie's chaos instead of blowing it up (...most of the time).

He wouldn't make an effort to get super close to you — let's be real, he's got a lot of shit to deal with — but would probably invite you out for drinks every once in a while.

A dealbreaker for Frenchie is whether you get along with Kimiko, and fortunately, you two do. While you're not extremely close — you're both pretty introverted, and Kimiko never wants to feel like she's prying — Kimiko really, really likes you, especially when she sees you drawing. She's quite the artist herself, and is fascinated by not only your amazing work, but by the fact you're going to college for it.

Whenever you stop by the hideout, she wouldn't communicate with you much, instead opting to just enjoy your company in silence.

And, if you bring art supplies, she would be so down to parallel-play with you and her drawing side-by-side. While she's not academically trained, she is extremely good at drawing landscapes, and would be very intrigued by your art, as mentioned.

Also would draw you as a present, which would be very cute, even if not fully anatomically correct.

M.M. would like you a lot — he vibes with the shades the first time he sees you — and I feel like you two would be the closest out of the coup. While him encouraging you to would be a bit... annoying... the guy really enjoys your company, and would bond over your shared love of cats.

Would also ask you a lot of questions about cats, because his cat is getting a bit too pudgy and might need to take some strolls downtown.

While you'd be close, he wouldn't ask to hang out with you too much outside of the coup, instead having most of your fun during late nights, considering he's so busy; he'd probably order a pizza for you, Frenchie, and Kimiko and talk with you, and play video games on the very rusty-crusty-dusty XBox that they got to placate Hughie.

Also: he's killer at FPS games, and if you play one with him, y'all will immediately become best friends.

Hughie, Annie, and you wouldn't be super close, but you wouldn't be on bad terms either.

Hughie, quite honestly, would be intimidated; as a ball of social anxiety who tends to seek out more talkative types (E.G. Robin and Annie), he tends to overthink with more quiet people who are less easy to read, and your shades can make it pretty hard for him.

However, your art would definitely lead him to talk to you more (albeitly awkwardly and only in passing), and, if you or Frenchie mention that you play video games... he would try engaging in a yap session with you.

Yes, yes, it's not a stereotypical, "cool guy" game, but Hughie is a huge fan of Minecraft — he's an excellent architect and has actually made tons of custom maps for people to download — so if you play either (or you don't give him a hard time about it), he'd open up to you a lot more.

As for Annie, she just... can't really get a vibe on you. She thinks you're a pleasant person and respects you (she has a lot of admiration for people who go into the arts), but she's someone who believes to be able to "vibe-check" people pretty easily, and because she can't on you, doesn't really know where to go from there.

She wouldn't want to pry, so she wouldn't push you to open up yourself, but if she got more glimmers of you — whether it's through overseeing you and Kimiko drawing, or catching you and M.M. playing on the XBox — she'd spark up a lot more conversations with you.

[yujo-nishimura]

The Escape - Part 31

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Warning: angst, darkness, character is in despair - please bare with the sadness of the situation, of course I will always provide a very happy end for my characters. ;)

It has been three days since your arrival in Alabasta, yet the intentions of Crocodile and the circumstances that brought you here remain unclear. The whole situation feels like a bewildering nightmare, leaving you grappling with a sense of confusion and uncertainty. It is as if you have stumbled into a surreal realm where reality and fantasy merge.

In this disorienting state, your mind often drifts back to the previous night, to the intimate encounter shared with Buggy. It was a fleeting moment of liberation, where you felt a newfound sense of control and freedom. The memory of that evening lingers, a stark contrast to the current situation that you are in.

Now, you find yourself seated in a lavishly adorned room. The floor beneath you boasts a gorgeous blend of white and gray marble, while the bed you rest upon is adorned with beautiful silk sheets and an array of luxuriously soft pillows. The opulence of the surroundings stands in stark contrast to the confusion and turmoil within your mind.

Within the room, a spacious closet awaits, filled with an abundance of clothes unlike anything you have ever possessed. Crocodile had insisted you wear the attire of local dancers, garments that exposed your belly and accentuated your décolleté. It was an unfamiliar style, one that made you feel both vulnerable and exposed.

Connected directly to the room was a private bath, adorned with opulence. A large golden bathtub in the middle of the room, of course made of marble. The sink exuded elegance and sophistication. An array of towels, meticulously embroidered with intricate floral designs, unnecessary beauty for your prison. In addition to the lavish amenities, your room boasted more than just the oversized bed and closet. A magnificent bookshelf was placed next to the door, housing a collection of captivating adventure stories, the diaries of former captains, and volumes chronicling the rich tapestry of history.  The curtains at the window are a rich shade of red, crafted from satin, and delicate tassels hold them in place. 

In the confines of the room, you felt like a princess locked within a castle. The door remained securely locked, while iron bars adorned the windows, effectively sealing your fate and preventing any chance of escape. Twice a day, a notorious butler would enter, delivering food on a tray, but your appetite waned, and you found it difficult to eat even a morsel of food or a sip of water. Instead, you remained seated on the bed, consumed by thoughts of Buggy and the haunting question of why he had abandoned you.

Over the past three days, Crocodile had resorted to various tactics in an attempt to break your spirit. From intimidation to fear, manipulation to feeble acts of kindness, he deployed a range of strategies. Upon your arrival, he callously threw you into this unfamiliar room, unsure if you were within a casino or if his tyrannical rule had overtaken the very palace of the nation already. However, such details mattered little to you, as your focus remained fixed on Captain Buggy. Where was he? 

You crawled to the bed upon your arrival and remained there for the duration of that first day. This first day brought a surprising shift in Crocodile's demeanor. He approached with an air of kindness, bearing a tray laden with bread, fruit and meat and an abundance of water. It was the first time since your captivity on his ship that you were afforded the luxury of consuming to your heart's content. However, the sudden indulgence left you feeling nauseous, prompting you to run to the bathroom to vomit all the nutritions out again. Crocodile, perhaps in a rare display of genuine concern, tried to offer you comfort by rubbing your back which you denied him and then he tried running you a soothing hot bath. The bath was a momentary respite but as the night wore on, your tears mingled with the sheets and you were overwhelmed by the lingering pain and longing for Buggy that continued to haunt you.

For the next two days, you maintained a resolute silence, refusing to engage with your captor. Ignoring his presence each time he entered the room only served to stoke his anger, further fueling his frustration. As evening approached, you eagerly awaited his arrival for dinner, determined to demonstrate your unwavering defiance. You had no intention of giving him even the slightest indication that he had gained any control over you.

Though weakened by your circumstances, you recognized that regaining your strength was crucial for formulating an escape plan. You knew that with proper nourishment and restful sleep, your former vitality would be restored. It was only a matter of time before you could once again gather the energy to plot your escape. 

As the door creaked open, you prepared yourself on the bed, instinctively seeking cover and aiming to display the least amount of attention to your predicament. Crocodile walked towards you, dressed in his signature long fur coat, a cigar nestled to the right side of his mouth. However, instead of bringing a tray of food, he presented a transponder snail, placing it before you on the bed sheets.

"You've been stubborn in your refusal to believe me, rejecting my offer to join forces. It seems your faith lies still in the notion that a certain clown will come to your rescue," Crocodile remarked, his voice laced with a mix of intrigue and contempt. "Well, here's your chance to prove yourself wrong."

Reluctantly, Crocodile settled on the bed beside you, causing a surge of vulnerability to course through your veins. The clothes he had provided, having stripped away the shirt and pants you had arrived in, only served to heighten your sense of exposure and unease.

"Come now, don't you want to reach out to your captain?" he taunted, his words twisting your stomach into knots, a sickening sensation that permeated your being.

"How? The Buggy Pirates don't possess a transponder snail..." you protest, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

"Are you sure?" Crocodile's grin widens, a sinister expression etched upon his face. In that moment, you remember—the day the Marines launched their assault, the fierce commander attempting to drag you away. It was then that Buggy had entered your room that evening, radiating with delight as he proudly announced the acquisition of a transponder snail. The realization dawns upon you, causing a gulp to catch in your throat.

"Do you still believe it was mere coincidence that I found you? How do you think I managed to infiltrate that ship?" Crocodile's words hang in the air, the weight of their implications sinking deep into your consciousness. "Go ahead, call him... His number is still stored in there."

You gaze at Crocodile, still grappling with disbelief, yet doubt gnaws at your heart, chipping away at your resolve. With hesitant hands, you reach for the transponder snail. The buzzing sound fills the room, followed by a familiar voice on the other end, weary yet unmistakably Buggy's. Despite the slight distortion, you recognize the harsh timbre, instantly identifying it as his.

"Crocodile? Hello? What do you want?" Buggy's voice echoes through the speaker, his tone laced with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. Your attempt to respond falters, a gasp escaping your lips as Buggy mentions Crocodile's name. The speaker slips from your trembling hand, a choked cry caught in your throat.

Tears stream down your face, cascading uncontrollably. "Why...?" you manage to utter, your voice breaking amidst the sobs. In the background, you hear Buggy's voice, now tinged with fear, but his words remain unheard as your anguish consumes you. "Y/n, is that you?" You find yourself unable to respond, your body frozen in place, as Crocodile's laughter fills the air. He cruelly retrieves the speaker and places it back on the snail with a silent, mocking "gatchan."

The sound of his laughter shatters your heart into a thousand pieces. Overwhelmed by sorrow, you collapse onto the pillow, burying your face in an attempt to shield yourself from the tears that stream down your cheeks. The weight of despair engulfs you, and it feels as if all hope and innocence have been irreversibly lost in this very moment.

"I'll leave you alone for a while," Crocodile's voice unexpectedly softens, carrying a semblance of kindness and understanding. But you no longer wish to see him, or anyone else for that matter. The pain is too raw, too consuming. The world around you feels bleak and devoid of solace.

[surveillance-0011]

Hey what if I *draws your alien that hates humans as humans* lol

These are all a little old (from jan-march) but save for giblets I feel like I’ve got everyone pinned down nicely. Notes under the cut!! Don’t repost, feel free to tell me what you think 💕

1-2: Krubis. I hope you see my vision here. Mostly just trying to figure out if I like this hair texture for him or if I go curlier. I’m set for his work outfit though and I like the idea of him wearing glasses or shades 24/7. But yknow. I think this captures his essence. This is the sort of person he is in my eyes.

The second doodle is kind of rushed but I think in a human au maybe he’d forgo a prosthetic in most circumstances. Hell I think if he can remove the drill at all in canon then he does so when it comes to paperwork and shit. I think he was born without the arm so hes learnt to get by without any sort of prosthetic. I need to do more research into the matter though

3: Douglas. The shorter cut is more in character but I do like the (VERY SPLATOON INSPIRED BTW) braid idea. I think he’s on the younger side alongside the Skrendels? But also he’s very baby faced I think. To mirror the whole “actually Douglas was the silly blue goober the whole time” thing

4: Dr. Giblets. As I said before this sketch is a bit old but I did touch it up. A bit too lanky his face needs to be rounder. I think he’s the oldest of the officers maybe older than Garm. Probably? Not by much. Also 5 Torg in the corner but I didn’t like how she came out so she’ll be in the next batch of whatever 💔💔💔

5: Angela + Jonathan in armor bc for a human/more anthro au I think they’d all have these helmets that mirror the one big eye(and headcanons for what happens when they argue: Angela mediates between Jonathan and Mona, Jonathan does the same when Angela argues with Mona, and Mona just straight up leaves the two to beat the shit out of each other then tearfully apologize .). Also nipulon weezer blue.

6: Garmantuous. Idk if he should be bald or not. Also like 40? Could be a bit older maybe even younger… extra eyes HAVE TO be plugs though I have decided on this. I feel smart for this.

7: more Mona ^_^ more developed sketch of the same hc that he just dips if the other two ever argue + fem presenting alt design + probably what went through his head by the time the BH took out his other brothers during the fight. Also his hair would be bleached blonde 👍🏼 but all the Skrendels have very dark hair naturally.

(On that note: as mentioned before Krubis’s hair is all grey now to mirror the drill. Douglas not sure probably brown or strawberry blond/gingery but dyed blue. Giblets. Uh. Idk it’s pink ish but that way naturally somehow and greying obviously. Garm also blonde but probably bleached? And like I said Skrendels all have black or brown hair but Mona bleached his and Jonathan dyes his hair every now and then

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 60. brb x oc

a/n:OH B O Y OH B O O Y revenge is sweet

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: BEA BEING A BADASS (rooster being low key kinda horny ngl next chapter might be s m u t )

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If Shells was present for this she’d call Beatrice ‘beautifully petty’ and be so proud of her because this was something that the blonde would definitely do. It only took a quick call to Evelyn and then another through one of Marcus’ assistants, but it was done and she couldn’t be happier.

 

Rooster however didn’t know what she was planning, she did everything in secret but with the same smug little smile he saw the night before. Honestly he was just glad she wasn’t anxious considering they were going to go to this ‘reunion’ in a few minutes. He kept Nicole company since his wife was changing in their bedroom, she also didn’t want to tell him the outfit she was wearing, it was also a surprise. 

Did he mind? No, he did not. 

She knew he liked surprises. 

Plus it was always great to have something else in his mind besides the fact that her cousins are still bitching at her because of her body. As he waits for Beatrice sitting on the sofa, his eyes move to Nicole who is already looking at him, her eyes getting greener and greener, even more than Beatrice’s eyes were almost turning into a light shade of blue if he squinted, “So,Birdie,” he begins as he crosses his legs by the knee, leaning closer to his daughter’s carrier, “We are going to see some people, some people that neither I or mommy enjoy but neither do your uncles and aunt.” 

Rooster her her full attention, those big eyes blinking at him as she had her little fists up on her chest, “And we are not going to stay long,” he begins, gently fixing the top of her flowery blouse where the light colored button was turned inside her collar, “We are going to get in, eat something and then get out because honestly, they all suck.” he whispers as if he doesn’t want anyone to know, “And maybe when you are older you’ll get why…no you will get why we hate them so much.” 

He leans against the back of the couch to tilt his head to the staircase hoping to see Beatrice but there was no sign of her yet, “Mommy and daddy just have to deal with some shit, it’s very possible you won’t even know what we are talking about when you are older.” Nicole makes a noise as if she agreed and then he laughs, tickling her tummy, “You are so cute.” she gurgles out a giggle, kicking her little legs “You are the cutest little thing in this whole universe, you know?” 

Nicole grabs his watch when his hand is close enough, immediately ceasing her laughter to look at the shiny object in her line of view, slapping a tiny palm against the glass as if she wanted to grab whatever was inside for herself, “Sorry cutie, can’t have you messing with this, daddy needs the watch.” 

“What are you two talking about?” 

He leans his head back to check on her, but all he sees is the bottom of her feet as she walks past the staircase but doesn’t come down yet, “Just letting her know everything we’ll do today.” he leans his head a bit more, “Are you done?” 

“Almost! I’m trying to find my shoes!” 

“Which ones,gorgeous?” 

“The beige wedges.” she explains and he hears her exclaim in triumph, “Found them!” 

“Okay! Do come down soon because I wanna see what you look like!” he doesn’t get a reply after that and even if he has his body slightly angled so he could see a bit more of the second floor Beatrice was no longer there. He sighs as he readjusts himself on the seat, looking down at Nikki who was now distracted by the mobile swinging above her head. 

He sat there admiring his daughter for a few minutes until he heard the sound of a solid heel walking down the steps, the dogs wagging their tails as Beatrice slowly came into view. He looked up just in time to see his wife fix her ponytail with a little smile, “...oh I love Marcus.” that dress was beautiful: it was long to her feet but with slits on each side that went up to her mid-thigh which added a bit more of a risqué vibe to it, the red color was dark enough to near maroon but it had a soft orange gradient on the skirt of the dress and the top part was hugging her body just tight enough to make her breasts appear fuller. 

“So,” she turns around to give him a full view,”You like it?” 

Rooster was holding his mouth closer with a hand, briefly shaking his head, “...I think we might have another baby soon.” Beatrice threw her head back in a laugh and he could see that her lips only had a light red sheen because of the cherry lip gloss she often wore, “Bea,I swear, I swear you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.” and her cheeks turned red but she didn’t seem bashful, she just giggled at him, stepping closer to the couch, “Now I know why you told me to wear the hibiscus shirt.” 

The one she gifted him during their first outing together and the one he liked the most, “Hmhm,” she smiles, leaning down to peck his lips, the smell of cherry invading his nostrils, “So we can match.” 

“I like that.” he whispers against her lips, moving forward to kiss her again but she backs away, tapping his lips with her finger before walking around the couch to see Nicole. Rooster licked his lips to keep the taste of her lip gloss in his mouth, watching her crouch down to check on Nicole and following those dangerous curves with his eyes as if he was ready to lose himself, “...You look so good.” 

Beatrice flicks her eyes at him momentarily, smiling wider as she fixes the headband on Nicole’s head, combing some of the brown tresses away from her eyes, “Thank you,Roos.” she says, “I want to look good. I want to look great.” 

“Well, you succeeded.” he turns his wrist up to check the time, “Do you wanna go yet?” 

“Hmmm..let me check my phone, we want to come together.” she says as she stands up to where she left her phone - right by the coffee table - before sitting down next to him with one leg tucked under her. She thumbs the screen for a few seconds, “...they are saying they’ll leave in fifteen minutes, so we are all going to be fashionably late.” 

“Petty.” 

“Oh I know.” she sounds so pleased “It’s one step forward.” 

“Do they have anything planned too?” he questions, “I know you have something in your sleeve.” 

“Me? I have nothing in my sleeves, I don’t even have sleeves.” she nods to the straps that held the top of the dress up to her chest with a little smile, “I’m innocent,Roos. There’s nothing I’m planning.” he arches his brow with interest then slowly drops his gaze down her body, “Okay,maybe there is something. But I can’t tell you yet, you’ll have to see.” 

“I know it has to do with Marcus, because you called one of his assistants.” 

Beatrice however just smiled more, tapping her fingers together as her hands lied on top of her lap, “Maybe. I just…well, it’s a little something.” 

“A little something.” 

“Yep, a little something that will definitely make those hags stop bothering me.” she grins, “Marcus was very eager to help.” 

“I’m sure he was.” and seeing her happy like that was more than great to him, he loved seeing her completely fearless when it came to her cousins, seeing her confident like that was a complete opposite from the last time they saw those women. He had a feeling it’d be like that during the whole day as well. “So, what’s the plan?” 

“Well,we are all going to arrive together because then they’d have no time to talk shit about someone who isn’t there…unless it’s Gui and he isn’t coming.” she shrugs, “So there will be nothing else, I know each of my siblings has something else in mind…I think today will be a fun day…I just wished this wasn’t how you had your farewell.” 

He smiles almost sadly, looking down at his pants’ fabric as he inhales softly, “It’s okay,baby. It’s not the end of the world for me. Besides, it’s going to be fun, isn’t it?” 

“I think so.” she reciprocates the smile, reaching out to hold his hand, interlacing their fingers, “If you are okay.” 

“I am okay.” he lifts their conjoined hands to press a kiss to the back of hers, keeping his lips there for a few more minutes before he drops them again, “Our talk helped a lot.” 

And that made her expression light up like the Fourth of July, she was so happy she was able to make him feel better and he found that so precious. Beatrice was about to say something when her phone pinged with a notification, “Oh…well, it’s time.” she says after the quick check, “Shall we go?” 

“Oh baby,” he smirks, “You know it.” 

- 

All the cars arrive at the same time, amazingly so. They all park one behind the other on the street and that makes the snotty looking women who were talking on the sidewalk look up in suspicion and confusion, one of them even lowering her glasses to see better. Beatrice’s siblings walk out first, Michael,then Leo and Cyn with the girls and finally Marina and Derek with a very shy Gabriel who stood behind his mother at all times. 

Rooster then walked out himself, giving one brief look to the women who were still staring before he walks to the passenger seat to open her door, “Madam.” she laughs, holding out her hand for him to take with a playful flourish and he leans down to peck her knuckles, “There you go,gorgeous.” he says as she steps aside so she could walk, “Do you want me to get Nikki?” 

“I can do it, don’t worry.” she smiles, opening the back door where Nicole was seated nicely in her carrier to unlock it and carry it to the door, “If they say it takes too much space I will place this right in their hallway.” she gestures to the carrier with a scoff, “I wanna see them try to say anything about Nikki.” 

“You think they would?” 

“Roos,I don’t put anything behind them.” she whispers with her eyes locked with Michael’s dark shades, her older brother gives the two a salute wave with a smirk, “Come on, let’s meet them.” and when they do join the others, no one is really knowing whose car is the one on the driveway since it was a Camaro and no one of the triplets could have that sort of horse power. 

After complimenting Beatrice and Rooster’s outfits - ‘of course you two are matching’ - they made way to the front door that opened as soon as they stepped on the stone path that led to it. Melinda was the one who opened, looking a mix of annoyed and surprised at the same time, “You are all late.” she snarls, holding a martini glass in her hand with her eyes dropping to the children they had with them, “...and you brought the babies.” 

Marina narrowed her eyes, holding Gabriel close to her side, “Next time we’ll ship them, don’t worry.” and she was the first one to walk in, almost shouldering her cousin as Derek followed right behind. Then it was Leo and Cyn with the girls, leaving Michael,Rooster,Bea and Nicole for last. 

Michael gives Bea a look, “Let’s sit together.” he whispers as the oldest triplet is busy talking to someone inside, “I have a feeling that the power in numbers is needed this time.” and he looked up just in time as Melinda did, offering her an innocent smile as he walked past her just as his sister did. 

And when Melinda’s eyes met Beatrice’s, the brunette knew that her cousin was already judging her but she didn’t falter. Instead she held onto Rooster’s arm and puffed her chest just a bit more, “Hello,cousin.” 

“Hello,Bea, you look…” she looked at her up and down, “Really-” 

“Beautiful,I know.” Beatrice cut her off with a little smile, shocking the other woman who just stared at her in silence, “Thank you, you look good as well.” and the two walked in finally, letting out a sigh of relief once they were out of earshot from the oldest triplet, Bea looking over her shoulder to where her cousin was - chugging the rest of the Martini - “That was good.” 

“That was great, gorgeous.” he places his hand on her lower back as they walk forward into the house, “You looked really good doing it.” 

“Did I?” 

“You sure did,” he stops the sentence when he looks up to see a huge painting - not a picture, a painting- of the triplets standing behind their mother who looked like she was ready to cry. They were all dressed fancily with long dresses and jewels but only the triplets were smiling, “...that is…” he pauses, licking his lips as he tries to come up with a sentence that would give that justice, “...so strange.” 

“They do think they are some sort of royalty,Roos.” Beatrice says with her voice low as she heard Melinda’s steps approaching them, ‘Let’s go before she explains what this means and whatnot.” he nods, not even looking back to see if Beatrice’s cousin was close by.  

He had to admit that the house was really pretty and large, it was beachfront with a beautiful view of La Jolla beach that made the whole situation a lot better just because the scenery was nice. When the two joined her siblings, Beatrice did a double take when she noticed that there were three men she didn’t know sitting there as well, two of them sitting with the two women and one alone that she assumed was sitting with Melinda. 

In the corner was her aunt,who immediately stood up to greet them, “Beatrice,Bradley, thank you so much for coming by.” She pecks them on the cheeks, then coos Nicole who just stares at her with a blank expression which makes the older woman’s smile drop diminutively, “Please sit down- oh, boys, this is my niece Beatrice and her husband Bradley.” the three men threw a greeting their way, and one of them - the one sitting alone - looked at Beatrice for too long, especially for Bradley’s liking. 

The tall pilot clenched his jaw, gently leading Beatrice to where Michael was seated on the large seafoam colored couch, the sea breeze making his long gray streaked hair move as he sips on a cocktail, “Who are they?” Bradley asks him quietly as soon as he settles down and Beatrice has Nicole in her arms. 

“Apparently they are our cousins’ new boyfriends.” he doesn’t seem to believe his own words considering he’s chuckling quietly, “Don’t know much about them yet. They just stand there looking pretty…they are also very young compared to them, at least twenty years.” 

Beatrice didn’t notice it until now, but they did look very young, at least twenty five and she wished she could say she was surprised that her cousins would go to younger guys like that. “Hm.” she begins as she adjusts Nicole in her arms, “Seems like them to get guys like those.” 

“Hah,yeah,” Michael laughs, sipping more of his cocktail and then making a face, “One of them is a shitty mixologist, this tastes like ass.” he pushes the glass aside and crosses his leg by the knee as his siblings are analyzing the situation with a confused frown, just looking at these three young men like they had no idea how they got there. 

And the one sitting alone was still looking at Beatrice,who was too busy checking on Nicole to notice him. But Rooster noticed him and he noticed Rooster. Their eyes met when the guys’ gaze slowly went up Beatrice’s body, immediately meeting a very angry tall pilot whose hand immediately landed on his wife’s thigh, giving it a squeeze while keeping the guy’s eyes on his.  

The young man quickly moved his gaze away and Rooster huffed quietly, leaning back against the seat with his hand still on top. This guy, whoever he was, was already getting on his nerves but he felt Beatrice’s hand on top of his, rubbing his knuckles which made him look back at his wife, “You okay?” she asks, rubbing his skin.  

“I’m fine.” he mutters, looking around with a confused frown and then looking back at Bea, “Isn’t it your aunt’s birthday?” 

“Yes, it is.” 

“Then…where are her friends?” 

Beatrice opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, indeed she was asking herself the same thing. There were only them there, only the nieces and nephews, only the younger generation and she furrowed her brows, “...maybe they’ll show up later.” she whispered, “I…I think.” 

She hoped at least. Her aunt looked…happy yet uncomfortable by everything and it wasn’t until Melinda finally came back with her glass raised that everyone looked over, “Well, thanks to all my cousins for coming here, well, most of you.” her laughter was only reciprocated by her sisters, the Schiavoni siblings just stared in silence, “...anyway, we are here to celebrate my mother’s birthday, one more year!” Regina opened her mouth to speak but her daughter cut her off, “And of course, we have new for you all too! I’m sure you noticed but our boyfriends are here.” 

“Oh of course.” Mikey grounded out with a dry chuckle, “That’s why they called us over.” 

“Anyway, this is Jeremy, Todd and my love bunny, Grant.” she blew a kiss to the guy sitting, the same guy who was ogling Beatrice moments before, “I thought it’d be interesting to have both celebrations together, wasn’t it fun?” 

Beatrice wondered if her parents were coming or not because she was just getting more and more uncomfortable. 

“So, enjoy the party! We are bringing the food in a few minutes!” 

No one could believe what just happened, they were all staring at the triplets and their aunt almost breaking with laughter. Michael had to cover his chuckle by drinking more of the overly sweet cocktail and looking away from the triplets. Beatrice felt so bad for her aunt, she just looked down at her glass because…what sort of celebration was that if her daughters were too busy showing off their young boyfriends? 

And as time went by it was obvious that their mother’s birthday was just an excuse. Beatrice’s parents came as did her aunts Yvette and Martha with their families, but it was still so obvious that there was no celebration for Regina, none. But having her siblings there was a lot better and it made their aunt smile in relief when they started talking to her. 

As they were eating however, Beatrice noticed how the triplets were looking over at her and then leaning down to whisper something in their ‘boyfriends’ ears, giggling like old hags. She felt sick for a few seconds, then closed her eyes to control her breathing and remember that whatever they planned it wasn’t going to affect her. 

“Cousin.” Melinda’s syrupy voice called, “That dress of yours, it’s really nice.” 

“Thank you.” it was really nice, Marcus didn’t play around. “It’s a-” 

“But, oh, did you see our outfits? They are from Marcus Beverly.” the women angled their bodies to show their tops and dresses that definitely weren’t Marcus. He’d never work with lemon drop colored sequins and he hated using animal print that wasn’t zebra, “We are good friends with him.” 

The conversation caught Rooster’s attention, who stopped talking to Michael to look over at Beatrice with his brows furrowed, “...oh really?” Beatrice played dumb, tilting her head, “What is he like? He’s so famous.” 

“Oh, you know, the usual.” Melinda waved her hand as if it meant nothing, “Handsome,tall, you know he even flirted with us when he met us but, we told him we were taken.”  

“...Marcus…flirted with you.” 

“Yes, he sure did.” Adriana giggles while playing with…Jeremy? Was hers named Jeremy? “You know, men just can’t handle when we are around.” cue to Marina’s mumbled ‘yeah they keep wanting to vomit’ that made Michael snort. Meanwhile Beatrice,who blinked her eyes twice and then licked her lips because there was no way this was happening just stared. 

And then, she decided, she could use some of the surprise she had planned for that day. 

“That’s so funny because,” she gestures with a finger towards them, “Because I’m pretty sure Marcus doesn’t like women.” 

“Oh,she called him Marcus,” Cristina laughs, “They are friends now.” 

“We are, matter of fact.” Beatrice cuts,”In fact this dress was personally made for me by Marcus…you know as a thanks for helping him with the last successful photoshoot he did.” and then the triplets’ smiles dropped, “Oh, you guys didn’t see? It was all over the place. In his website too…it was…what was it again,Roos? That he said?” 

And Rooster was more than glad to play along, “Well,gorgeous he said it was the most successful launch he had in a long time.” he smirks, “And he also said you were responsible for doubling his sales.” 

“Thank you,Roos.” she has that smug smile again and she crossed one leg over the other while holding Nicole up, her daughter’s stinky eye to the cousins was just making the situation better especially since their mother was busy talking to her siblings far away, “So yeah,I don’t know if he actually made those outfits.” 

“What?!’ 

“Because he hates the lemon curd color,” she points out, “And he hates animal print that isn’t zebra,so…” 

Melinda narrowed her eyes, giving her a snarky grin, “Oh, please, why would he waste time with you? You? A model? Don’t make me laugh.”  

“I mean, it’s true.” Michael pointed out a bit harder than before, giving the oldest triplet an ugly look, “Everyone saw it, even our parents…you just didn’t because,well, you three are pretty…dumb.” 

Cristina gasps in offense, standing straighter but she doesn't raise her voice, “Excuse me?? Unless there is actual proof we won’t believe it. She could be lying for all we-” 

“My wife doesn’t lie.” Rooster snaps and his voice is the only voice that can appear louder even when he’s speaking normally and his fury was directed at the cousins, “She has no reason to.”  

“Well–” and as if on cue, as if God Himself decided to add to the fire, Beatrice heard the sound of her cousins’ phone being pinged over and over. It took a few seconds, basically less than two for their faces to turn sheet white as they looked at what it was. 

When she called Marcus and asked his help he immediately said yes, of course she had no idea her cousins would pull that shit out about knowing him but it worked nonetheless. She gave him their numbers and asked him to send the pictures he took and the video he had of them having fun together after the photoshoot.  

She knew they’d never believe her if she sent it herself, so this was the only way to shut them up. And it really did shut them up. “...I can’t believe this.” Melinda whispered, “...that…that is you. But,how?!” 

“I think it’s because I’m not an annoying bitch who has to find guys half my age to feel like im complete and I’m in love with my body and I know people love me for who I am so I don’t have to worry about trying to steal my cousins’ husbands.” Beatrice says casually, giving them a shrug, “I think that could be it.” 

Her siblings started laughing, Rooster started laughing, even one of the boyfriends started laughing before being elbowed by Cristina “You know what else, guys?” she continues, feeling relentless now, “...You three made our lives a living hell for a long time and you won’t do this anymore. You never wanted to celebrate your mother, you just wanted to show off your boytoys because you are so insecure about our husbands that you have to find someone younger.” Beatrice smiles sweetly tilting her head, “And you talk shit about our kids too and that’s really mean…and unwarranted. So…I think I speak for everyone here when I say that you three are…something else. But not in a good way.” 

“And we all look good as fuck because we are here to be petty.” Michael added, “Also,this cocktail sucks.” 

“Y-You-” 

“And we are here for our aunt,so,” Beatrice looks at her siblings, “I feel like going inside, what about you guys?” there’s a wave of ‘yes’ and ‘hell yeah’ coming from the others, who immediately stand up and walk past the cousins who sat there completely dumbfounded, looking at nothing. Beatrice stands close by with Rooster’s hand on her lower back, “Oh, another thing before I forget, my husband loves my body, the way it is.” 

Rooster’s hand slowly drops to her ass where he keeps it just so the triplets could see, “Don’t talk shit about my wife.” he warns, “Ever again…and stop looking at her ,fuckhead.” the one with Melinda just looks away sheepishly, “Come on,gorgeous.”  

They enter the house and leave the three couples completely alone, shocked and awkwardly looking around. 

[ladyfurbton]

Furbtober 2023

Day 10: Autumn Flowers

I asked Spud to pick me some Autumn flowers but he accidentally picked me Autism flowers instead.

Image Descriptions:

1: Spud is a grey furby buddy with brown eyes. He has light orange coloured feet and his belly is a lighter shade of grey. The inside of his ears are pink. He is three pink roses in front of him. Each rose has a rainbow infinity symbol on it. The rainbow infinity symbol represents neurodiversity.

2: This is prompts for Furbtober. At the top is "Furbtober" written in white pixelated text. The background is black with a blue border. There are prompts for each day written below in white text. The prompts are as followed: 1. Moth 2. Poison 3. Clown 4. Zodiac/stars 5. Magic 6. Hot chocolate 7. Shrek 8. Retro 9. Oddbody 10. Autumn flowers 11. Horns 12. Witchy 13. Sewing/stitches 14. Long furby 15. Crow 16. Pizza 17. Moon 18. Vintage 19. Angel 20. Demon 21. Candy 22. Ghost 23. Cat 24.monster 25. Feather 26. Scarecrow 27. Goth 28. Vampire 29. Corn 30. Fire 31. Jack O Lantern. At the bottom the hash tags are written in blue text they say "Furbtober" and "Furbtober2023". There are two user names mentioned in pink below the hash tags they say "a_silly_of_furbys" and "cozyfurbcafe" There are three furbys pictured on the bottom. The first furby is a buddy who is in a polaroid photo. "Kevin" is written in pink text on the bottom of the photo. Kevin is a light grey furby buddy with a light pink belly. On his grey fur are black dots. He has light orange feet and a tail and tuff of hair which which is light pink. The inside of his ears are pink. He has blue eyes. Next to the photo of Kevin is s drawing of a black 1998 furby wearing a blue hat that is shaped like a witches hat. The hat has a pink band and pink crystals on it. There is another furby next to the hat wearing furby. The furby  is a l grey furby buddy with a white belly. They have a white mane. The inside of their ears are pink. They have brown eyes. The furby has white dolls arms and legs. End Descriptions.

[the-ellia-west]

🛍️🎀for everyone

Thanks for the ask @darkandstormydolls

🛍️ Function or Aesthetic? Skirts or Pants? Heels or Flats?

🎀 Do they wear a specific accessory with a special meaning behind it? What is their usual fashion sense like? What do they wear when they want to be comfortable and what do they wear when they’re going to a fancy party? Or do they just not care?

Bags

Marril - Function, Pants, Flats, unless it's like boots

Shyre - Aesthetic, Skirts, Heels

Kasi - Function, Skirts, Flats

Xhaazi - Function, Pants, Flats

Chrin - Aethetic, Pants, Flats

Sokuna - Function, Pants, Heels

Viasaki - Function, Pants, Flats

Kila - Function, and depends on the situation for the last 2

Geon - Aesthetic, Pants, Flats

Bow

Marril - He dresses practical and light for travel and fighting, he usually wears dark colors when on the job, but bright colors when he's comfortable. He wears whatever is provided for a fancy party, usually a nice suit. He's almost always got leather armor on for stealthy protection.

Shyre - Fancy dresses, She almost always Wears red and gold, Her family's colors. She wears light dresses for comfort, and heavy ones for formality, but very occasionally, she wears ruffled shirts and pants when she wants to be more active.

Kasi - Practical, usually shades of muted green or brown. Ruffled dresses for formality.

Xhaazi - Same has his sister but more grays and tans, and suits for formality.

Chrin - Lightly fancy deep colored clothes, usually wears purple suits for formality.

Sokuna - Any old workers clothing, and any dress she can get her hands on for formality.

Viasaki - He doesn't give a shit about formality and wears whatever the fuck he wants when he wants, which is usually loose muted light colored fighers clothing.

Kila - Kila wears modest armored black almost all the time. She's almost always got some sort of chainmail on her at all times.

Geon - Formal 24/7 usually white and Gold for the Roselite Royal Family.

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