#ASHLEY LOVERS RISE UP !!

[danganronpa96]

Ashley isn't mentioned enough it's not fair 💔

I think we should all collectively mention Ashley more. Honestly I added her to DR69 not for any meme status, but because I really like her. I don't really remember why I decided to make her an early killer but I will admit her case with Red was a fun one to create.

She be like "shut up fool" and bonk you on the head with her stick (softly, she's just being tsundere your honour)

[moonlight-prose]

“look me in the eyes when you do it” with manny as you have to kill him, HEAR ME OUT!!! he gets bitten and he gets wants you to be the one to kill him. Bringing the gun to his chest with shaky hands, he tells you this wrapping his hands around yours bring the gun to his heart okay BYE

damage gets done

a/n: you wanted a sad angsty fic with this man i will deliver it. this was a dangerous ask to send in babes because i have held back on full fledged pain. but now i am happy to indulge in the absolute angst i can dish out! so to preface this, have some tissues, have a nice fluff piece (obviously not found on my blog sorry), and be prepared to cry. enjoy!

summary: he was tied to you from the first kiss. wrapped like vines around an aching heart. you just never expected his memory to haunt you - the gun in your hands marking an end to something extraordinary.

word count: 1.5k+

pairing: manny alvarez x reader

warnings: BE WARNED CHARACTER DEATH AHEAD, angst, unhappy ending, death, violence, grief, trauma of losing a lover, infected plotline, tw blood, angst atop angst atop angst, (i listened to ashley johnson's rendition of through the valley. take from that what you will.)

His eyes would haunt you.

The kind of brown you’d find in the bite of an early morning mug of coffee, in the melted chocolate he found at the back of an old kitchen cabinet. The dark hue of forest floors and fallen trees and the mud that clung to filthy clothes and blood stained skin. You’d see them when you slept, burned behind tightly shut eyelids, face buried into a jacket that still smelled like those shitty cigarettes he found in an abandoned house weeks before La Muerte came to hold your hand.

He’d show up in dreams, the figment of his body beside yours in small cots and uncomfortable sleeping bags. Tricks of light beside fires that barely kept you warm. He existed in the words of those around you, his memory stained on each of your hearts. A small spark of humor to mask the pain that coursed through his chest—pressing down on shoulders that curved forward and a weary face.

The moment would remain carved into a beaten down soul, rising in the night like the faint glow of moonlight.

Stupidity was following him on a small outing, hunting for some food that would keep the group alive in the winter weeks to come. Love was fighting off infected by his side.

The gun ran out of ammo two infected ago, his knife slicing through what remained, dead brown blood dripping down the hand that clutched the handle. Knuckles pale and face stained red with the effort of battling in the cold. You were certain you fared no better, wiping the carnage from your face with the sleeve of your coat—trying not to gag at the feel of it.

“Was it worth it?” you joked, breathless and yet still alive despite it all.

He huffed, eyes rolling beneath drooped lids. “Was what worth it?”

“Disobeying orders?”

“Orders? Mierda you’re fuckin’ worse than them.”

Sighing, you tried to ignore the flare of irritation brewing at the base of your stomach. “We shouldn’t be out here by ourselves. There’s who knows how many more of those fuckers.”

“So you want us to starve?” Sliding the knife home, he checked the remaining bullets on an aged and barely working gun. “Didn’t know you were cruel like that mi alma.”

“Cállate,” you bit out, teeth digging into a curved bottom lip. But your smile was caught by the prying eyes of a man who knew you better than you loved.

How easy it felt to exist in his presence; the ease of his laughter, his snarky remarks that left you grasping for a piece of him to hold close. He was your lifeline in this world. Infection tainted the very ground you walked on, blood stained the footprints of your past, but his touch washed it away. You could remember vows whispered in the middle of the night, the cold press of jewelry against your neck lingered with every step you took by his side.

The promise to protect one another existed with ease in each breath you took.

Until the day it all ended.

“Let’s head back before we find anymore,” you called, trudging up the small path carved by two decades of people seeking safety.

Manny didn’t move, his fingers curled into a fist, face pale against the bright sun.

“Vida Mea?”

His eyes screamed everything before he could form the words on shaky lips and a thick lilted voice. The brown hue punctured by the anguish of promises he never wanted to break—vows of forever marked by the passing of people you once knew. One day La Muerte would come to claim his soul, this he knew.

He simply wished he had more time.

“Manny what’s wrong?” Rushing over to his stock still form, you reached for the hand that hung listlessly at his side. “Hey talk to me-”

He ripped his palm away, staggering back into the trunk of the tree behind him. The branches arched over your heads, blocking what sunlight raged across a clear blue sky. You wanted to press him for answers, find what changed his mood so suddenly. But a part of you knew the cruelty life could hand out—the agony you’d witnessed more times than humanly possible.

“Show it to me,” you rasped, surging close enough to catch him off guard.

“Mi alma-”

“Show me…the fucking bite Manny.”

A hand shaky and coated in more than just the insides of the infected he killed pressed to your outstretched palm, eyes glassy with what he knew might come next. He wasn’t afraid to die. He knew it would happen, an inevitable turn of fate no one could run from.

He feared what you might do after he was gone.

“Shit,” you breathed, transfixed at the sight of teeth marks indented on his skin. “W-What do we do?”

“There’s nothing we can do.” The gruff response pricked open a festering wound you never knew could exist by his own hand. “It’s fucking done.”

“Manny-”

His fingers tore through unruly hair, eyes wild with the fear of all he’d been running from. “This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he breathed. “We were meant to have more…fuck!”

The gaping maw of your soul screamed for him to survive, for a miracle to occur and the bite to scar over. It begged for an outcome that led to anything other than this. You started to laugh, tears spilling over hot cheeks, as reality gripped you by the throat. Slowly suffocating what remained. The man you love stood a foot away, terrified to place his hands on your body—a walking death sentence that had been signed without his consent.

The least you could do was give him the choice.

“What do you want to do?”

He exhaled slow, long enough to drop time down to mere milliseconds. “Just promise me one thing mi alma.”

“Anything.”

The lifeline went flat, your heart turning to ash along the forest floor when his hand curled around the handle of his gun. Anything but that. Anything but destroying everything right down to the bottom. You always wondered what it might feel like to watch it all collapse, your life built stone by stone—fighting past unimaginable horrors.

Now you’d give anything to stop it from happened, hands gathering ash and cracked stone and the bones of a lover you shouldn’t have to bury.

“No Manny…”

His grip on your wrist felt reverent—an unbreakable connection for all that would never get to be. “Look me in the eyes when you do it.”

The sob cracked from a caved in chest, bubbling past a burning throat that wanted to scream for someone to fix this.

La Muerte stood over your shoulder, clutching your wrist in her unbreakable grip. Death was the better option, quick and painless as opposed to what began to crawl along his veins. Wrapping tight around nerves and a mind that still felt clear. He knew who you were right now, watching every expression play across the face he traced in pitch black nights. The nose he kissed and cheeks he cupped.

“Please don’t…” You gasped for air but nothing came. An empty expanse of what was never meant to be.

“It has to be you,” he whispered. “I need it to be you.”

You’d recognize the thump of his heart anywhere, yet never thought you’d feel it beneath the barrel of a gun. How strange to know someone this way. The feel of their life resting in the palm of your shaking hands; distrust nowhere to be found between two bodies that would know one another in every life. He’d find you in the next. This you were sure of. You just couldn’t fathom the idea of waiting.

“Te amo,” he said, clear and loud for the first time in his life.

The infection would spread, his body would become unfamiliar—unnatural with the vines and roots of what begged you to follow. It would be so easy to let his teeth sink into your flesh, indent his permanent mark anywhere he wished. A far better ending than this.

“I love you.” Things you should have said long ago, unspoken no longer as the world burned around you.

He smiled, eyes a mark on your soul you wouldn’t soon forget. You’d love him until the end. This you knew to be true.

The trigger pulled with sickening ease, the thump of a heart tied to your own ceasing with a deafening bang.

“Oh god,” you choked, dropping the gun in the dried grass—arms flinging around his form. “I-I’m sorry. I’m so s-sorry.”

Warmth seeped into your coat, staining the thick fabric a muddy red. You knew it would happen one day. You’d give up fighting, you’d finally die by the hands of that fucking infection. You just never thought you’d be alive to witness the aftermath. Manny’s hand—limp and stained with dirt buried deep in the lines of life and love—fell to your lap.

“I’ll find you,” you forced out, eyesight a blur of hot tears that spilled down blood covered cheeks. “Okay vida mea? I-I promise.”

I’ll find you.

[shierakqiya]

EXPLORING THE PARALLELS BETWEEN DAENERYS TARGARYEN AND ELIZABETH I OF ENGLAND

Both Daenerys & Elizabeth are the last descendants of their dynasties (House Targaryen & House Tudor)

Both Daenerys & Elizabeth are daughters of tyrant Kings (Aerys Targaryen & Henry VIII)

Both Daenerys & Elizabeth are the third in the line of succession to the throne which make them unlikely heirs but the unpredictable deaths of their respective siblings made them rise to power and becoming Queens regnant that ruled in their own rights.

Both Daenerys & Elizabeth are preyed upon by their guardians. ( Jorah mormont is dany's sworn protector/knight and Thomas seymour is elizabeth's stepfather)

He should not be doing this. I am his queen, not his woman. (...) It was a long kiss, though how long Dany could not have said. When it ended, Ser Jorah let go of her, and she took a quick step backward. “You… you should not have…”

—Dany, A storm of swords

Seymour’s own behaviour was not calculated to make this seem unlikely, for he treated Elizabeth in a boisterous way that was too tinged with sexuality to be dismissed as playfulness pure and simple. He liked to engage the teenage girl in suggestive banter, coming into her bedchamber before she was fully dressed so that he could “bid her good morrow and ask her how she did, and strike her upon the back or on the buttocks familiarly”. If he found her still in bed, “he would put open the curtains and … make as though he would come at her”, forcing Elizabeth to burrow helplessly under the bedclothes. “One morning he strave to have kissed her in her bed”, which even Mrs Ashley thought was going too far, and she “bade him go away for shame”. Mrs Ashley’s presence ensured that these sessions could not get too out of hand, nor was Elizabeth herself an altogether willing victim. She was able to outwit the Lord Admiral by rising earlier than usual, so that when Seymour entered he found her up and dressed, and demurely absorbed in study.

—Queen Elizabeth I by Anne Somerset

Both Daenerys & Elizabeth are polyglots. their abilities to speak many languages allowed them to converse easily with people from various backgrounds that visited their courts.

Reznak and Skahaz waited atop the marble steps. “Great queen,” declared Reznak mo Reznak, “you are so radiant today I fear to look on you.” The seneschal wore a tokar of maroon silk with a golden fringe. A small, damp man, he smelled as if he had bathed in perfume and spoke a bastard form of High Valyrian, much corrupted and flavored with a thick Ghiscari growl.

“You are kind to say so,” Dany answered, in the same tongue.

—Dany, A dance with dragons

(..) While her mastery of so many languages later assisted her conduct of diplomacy by enabling her to converse with foreign ambassadors,

She (Elizabeth) did not see language simply as a means of communication but as an artistic medium, and it was this that inspired the singular cadences and ornate phraseology of her mature speech.

—Queen Elizabeth I by Anne Somerset

Both Daenerys & Elizabeth's take great joy in riding horses

Dany rode fearlessly, and the joy and the danger of it were a song in her heart.

Dany thought of her only as the silver. She had never loved anything so much.

—Dany,A game of thrones

She was an excellent rider, and had such a good seat on a horse that in February 1560 the Spanish ambassador reported admiringly, “The Queen rides out every day into the country on a Neapolitan courser or jennet … She makes a brave show, and bears herself gallantly”.

—Queen Elizabeth I by Anne Somerset

Both Daenerys & Elizabeth sought by many marriage suitors because of their power and high status

Both Daenerys & Elizabeth have secret lovers, Daenerys take Daario as a lover just like Elizabeth I (assumed by historians) take Robert Dudley as her secret lover. because Daario and Robert are too lowborn, their close relationships with Daenerys & Elizabeth faced with disapproval and scrutiny from people in the queens's courts.

The old knight neither liked nor trusted Daario, she knew. Even so, he had answered gallantly. "There is no woman more lovely than Your Grace. Only a blind man could believe otherwise, and Daario Naharis was not blind."

—Dany, A dance with dragons

When Kat, with her usual impetuosity, again urged that, whatever the facts of the case, the damage to her reputation could even lead to civil war, Elizabeth - emotional now - refused an appeal that she see less of Robert. She needed him, she said, because 'in this world she had so much sorrow and tribulation and so little joy'. To some of the foreign ambassadors, this was indeed becoming a scandal that could even topple Elizabeth from the throne.

—Elizabeth and Leicester: The Truth about the Virgin Queen and the Man She Loved.

daenerys art credit to :

[collegiatesins]

──   (  ashley moore. twentyfour. demi woman. she/they.  ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen ZAHARA VISSER anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of crushcrushcrush by paramore last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to PALLADIAN - i think they’re a SENIOR studying MUSIC PERFORMANCE & COMPOSITION ? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re EBULLIENT, DIFFIDENT and a CANCER . last night they kept going on and on about how they won LEAST LIKELY TO KEEP A SECRET LONGER THAN 24HR last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, DEVOTED, DISORGANIZED, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by the ruins, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye! / as penned by lulu.  28.  she/they.  cst.

BASICS

full name : zahara mae visser .

nickname(s) : zee .

age : twenty - four .

date of birth : september 19th , 2001 .

birth chart : aquarius sun , cancer moon , pisces rising .

hometown : bristol , england .

gender : demi woman .

pronouns : she / they .

sexual orientation : bisexual .

DISPOSITION

myers - briggs : the campaigner ( enfp-a ) .

ennegram : the helper ( type two ) .

moral alignment : chaotic good .

likes : online shopping , wine consumed straight from the bottle , leaving their cellphone on do not disturb , cracked vases filled with wild flowers , an endless supply of candles , escapism via books / television shows / and movies , live performances , thrift shopping & upcycling clothes , being thought about , sunbathing in direct sunlight like a cat , staying up until 2am to finish a song they can't get out of their head , farmer markets and petting zoos , sweets in all forms , gossiping , etc .

dislikes : spiders , dark & cramped spaces , feeling inferior , storms , people who are cruel for no reason , feeling left out , not being able to vulnerability , math , disappointing their grandmother , cigarette smoke , being pitied , bad tippers , party poopers , etc.

quirks : rambling a mile a minute, hating the sound of silence and finding it suffocating . humming random melodies and coming up with song lyrics on the spot. gravitating toward extroverts in hopes they'll adopt them into the fold. people pleasing / caving into peer pressure simply out of desire to feel close to people their own age after years of being kept locked away in a tower. laughter that can be heard three doors down. there always being a bounce in their step and it being glaringly obvious when their isn't. wearing their heart on their sleeve like it's armor. making friends easily and willing to live/die for them even faster, etc .

CHARACTER ASSOCIATIONS

phoebe buffay ( friends ) , lilo ( lilo & stitch ) , clementine kruczynski ( eternal sunshine of the spotless mind ) , jules vaughn ( euphoria) , lady bird ( lady bird ) , fox mulder ( the x files ) , holly golightly ( breakfast at tiffanys ) , fleabag ( fleabag ) , zenon ( zenon girl of the 21st century )

REPUTATION AROUND PALLADIAN

the one with their head in the clouds. the free spirit. the infectious laughter heard three door down. the anti-establishment. the rebel with many causes. the blank face staring off into the distance a million miles away. the social floater who belongs to no specific group. the chameleon constantly shifting shape and color. the lost soul. the aimless drifter. the family disappointment who tries so hard yet rarely succeeds. the bright smile waiting for you in a crowd of unfamiliar people. the house party staple. the amateur dj. the one who loves hard but has a hard time deciphering whether the love is reciprocated or one sided. the unintentional class clown. ever the optimist even when all signs point to disaster. the lover of all things macabre and spooky and unexplained. the weirdo with a heart of gold willing to believe in anyone and anything.

CHARACTER SUMMARY

tw: childhood illness, heart disease, extended hospital stays, surgery, imminent death scare, etc.

grew up in a british beach town. daddy dearest worked in local politics (nothing too high up, think leslie knope in parks & rec), daddy dearest #2 worked a lot of different jobs (dental hygenist, receptionist, boutique sales associate, daycare worker, etc) before finally settling on a career in beauty (hair, make up, etc).

by the time zahara came along they'd already had two boys and zee was supposed to be their last puzzle piece. the precious healthy baby girl they always wanted.

except that health did not really last long. zahara was six when she started showing signs of something being terribly wrong.

seven when they found a defect in her heart.

by eleven she'd already gone through four surgeries and it wasn't really looking good.

what little savings her family had was pretty much depleted trying to make sure zahara got only the best treatment money could buy but it was always temporary. she'd feel better for a little while and they'd think the new treatment or latest surgery work but then zahara would just get sick again.

at sixteen they were the sickest they'd ever been. it was official, there was nothing else doctor's could do. zee needed a new heart but who knew if they'd make it long enough to receive one.

her fathers tried to be optimistic but each day zahara only got weaker. they were inconsolable but zahara had started making peace with death long before this final verdict.

all she wanted was to see the beach one last time and to play monopoly and get ice cream after dinner with their brothers like they used to before all of this started.

so her fathers' finally listened. discharging zahara from the hospital in hopes that at the very least they'd pass in the comfort of their own home instead of a sterile impersonal hospital. determined to make the last days, weeks, of zahara's life as memorable as possible.

they were all trying to make goodbye not taste as bitter as it felt but then a miracle happened. right when they'd given up on one.

zee was seventeen when they got their new heart. a boy two towns away lost his life in a car accident and because of that zahara got another chance at life.

it's been one they've been trying really hard not to take for granted.

the first two years after the surgery were really difficult for her fathers. they were so used to having to worry about zee surviving to make it to the next day that it was hard to snap out of the fight or flight mode.

even after the surgery they didn't let her re-enroll in school. scared she'd be exposed to germs her body couldnt handle. so zee remained home schooled. and when it came time to apply for unis they convinced zee to hold off. to give their heart time to "adjust" a little longer. though zee speculated it was mainly they who needed to adjust to they thought of zee being further than 20ft from their sight for longer than a couple hours.

eventually with a powerpoint and the full support of their siblings zee was able to convince them to let her go away for uni.

it's weird being with kids their own age after so long of only have two grown men as companions. but zee's been making due. trying to play catch up and figure out what it really means to be young and relatively healthy (she'll still have to take medication for the rest of their life).

[doomedandstoned]

Mighty Portland Doomers RAVINE Ready for Ripple  Release with New Single

Album art by Ashley O'Kelly (Sleepless Eyes)

Sometimes you just need the right combination of veteran musicians to come together and the magic happens. This is RAVINE, born in 2019. I witnessed their rise from afar during the pandemic and hope to see them live in the months ahead. Based in Portland, the grungy doom act features one of my favorite vocalists from the scene, Paul Dudziak, he of the late great Mammoth Salmon (which I've filmed many times).

In fact, I have met just about everyone in the band in the different acts they come from, all stand up dudes. We got ourselves twin guitar fire power with Nico Schmutz of Robots of the Ancient World and Justin Morgan from SkullDozer, joined by drummer Matt Amott of Wölflaut and Dylan Wills of Brick Bath (the only one not originally from Oregon).

This is exactly what I like! Some good ol fashion vintage Saint Vitus worship and nasty guitar riffs with a Southern sludge flair that settle somewhere in the neighborhood of classic Alice in Chains and Down. In fact, Ravine is about everything you could dream of in gritty, hard charging, down-to-earth doom metal band.

These songs ain't no three-minute wonders, either. We're talking big, meaty ball busters. "Deliver," the new single from the band's upcoming Ripple music premiere, 'Chaos and Catastrophes' (2025), is the shortest of the lot at 7 minutes. Nearly every song is 10 minutes long, which is just the kind of sustenance that a good doom lover thrives upon. Give us that red meat, baby.

I'm gonna make my stand!

Listen to that sinister groove chug along from 3:32 on. It's pure headbanging going if you're at a live show, guaranteed. Paul's vocals have plenty of gravelly oomph which, when combined with the grind of the riffage and steady heave-ho beat, give this track a real muscular feel. The guitars shine as the song moves along, getting weird and psychedelic in a Dave Chandleresque sort of way.

Other tracks sport romping, stomping attack that will take you back to the glory days of the genre ("Conjure"), raving, panicked tear up the place moshing ("Contagion"), bluesy, swampy picking ("Prophecy"), and my favorite number ("Ennui") delivers sweet amp worshipping feedback ala Eyehategod and soul-clutching, plaintive guitar harmonies that lovers of The Skull will adore.

Ravine's Chaos and Catastrophes is a mad, ominous, moving record. Look for it June 20th on Ripple Music (pre-orders available soon right here).

Give ear...

SOME BUZZ

The heavy hitting Portland Oregon based 5-piece group Ravine were originally formed in 2018. A collaborative effort between two local guitarist friends in the metal scene Nico Schmutz (Robots of the Ancient World) and Justin Morgan (SkullDozer).

Channeling common sounds and influences from bands such as Down, Corrosion of Conformity and Eyehategod, they started writing riffs together as a way to branch out and start something new outside of their already established bands, with new people, and fresh ideas.

After a handful of song ideas came together, they quickly enlisted Drummer Matt Amott of Wölflaut along with San Diego transplantee Dylan Wills of Brick Bath notoriety on Bass. The band played shows locally and in July 2019 released their debut EP with original singer Daren Ford who left the group in late 2020.

In March 2022 the band recruited Paul Dudziak of Mammoth Salmon for vocal duties and Ravine now believes with their solidified lineup that they are ready to show the world what they are capable of.

Fast forward to January of 2024, Ravine went into Wrong Way Recording and laid down an album of new music which demonstrates their already focused chemistry as a solid Doom meets Hardcore Sludge Metal band, and that these veterans show signs of experience beyond their years as this line up.

The band signed with Ripple Music in 2024 and Chaos and Catastrophes is set for release in June 2025.

Band photo by 1369 Photos

"This band is extremely brutal..." - Jimmy Bower - Eyehategod/Down

"Portland sludge/doom outfit Ravine isn’t just another five-guys-with-beards. These gentlemen are dedicated to a supreme level of heaviness that stands on the shoulders of Endtyme-era Cathedral and YOB’s first demo. New singer Paul Dudziak has developed a wild character voice that’s one part Lee Dorian, one part Tom Warrior, one part Scott Reagers, and one part Killdozer. All together, Ravine are patient enough to play the same riff for minutes in a row without ever lapsing into boredom or forsaking the groove. Too many doom bands have forgotten how to swing like our masters in Sabbath taught us. Ravine remembers that great music has dynamics, and can both pummel and lurch when needed. Chaos and Catastrophes is a full-length album journey into armageddon, with its full clarity and girth captured at Wrong Way Recording.” - Nathan Carson Nanotear Booking, Witch Mountain, The Keening

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[nityarawal]

3/12/2025

Good Morning

I Love You

Morning Songs

Good Morning

I Love You

I Can't Take 

Your Call

Good Morning

I Love You

It's Not You

Babe

I Just Got

A Little Kuja

Good Mornin'

I Love You

Can You Say 

That

Good Mornin'

I Love You

What'd You

Want To Do

Today

Bring Me That

Cybertruck 

Good Morning

I Love You 

What Do You

Want To Do

Today

Little Trumpers

Popping Up

Everywhere

We Know Kai

Better Than

Our Own Lair

Little Trumpers

Everywhere

At Forbidden 

Hotsprings

And Waterfalls 

Little Trumpers

My Think Tanks

Beating Me

To My Cyberbeast 

Baby

Elon Made

For Me

Certainly The

God Kids

Will Have

A Great Ride

But Not Ivana's

Cyberbeast 

Before The 

Mommy Tribe

AFL Clerks

Find Inappropriate 

For Trumps

To Slime

Our Whole

Legal Team

Doesn't Want

Grandpa Trump

To Handle A

Cyberbeast 

Before

Encinitasbeachhome.com 

Moms

Won't You Come

With Ivanka

To Shield

Us From Tesla Protests

Won't You Help

Isha And

Anjali

Flee The British

Oppression

Whose Gonna

Defend 

The Mommy

Journalists

And Their

Kids

Whose Gonna

Defend

Villagefarmschool.org

And Our Freecycle

Breeders

Whose Gonna 

Defend

Your Grandpa

In His

Golf Cart

Whose Gonna

Defend

The President

And All His

First Women

Whose Gonna

Defend My

Family First

Whose Gonna

Defend

The Kids

In Encinitasbeachhome.com 

Not The Mayor

Not Tesla

Not The Schools

Not The Gay

Tech Dad's

Or Their Jewish Attys

Stephen Miller

At America First Legal

No Justice Or Legal

Equality There

With Gene Hamilton 

Or Katie Miller

Pilfering DOGE

Whose Gonna

Defend

Our Families

Propitious

In The Lands

Why My

Cyberbeast 

Rose

To Defend

All The Mommies

He Knows

My Cyberbeast 

Rose

With Elon

June

Airforce Soldiers

Jump In

Suicide

Bombers

Red Berets

Did Ashley

Get Asked

When She Took

The Israeli Special

Forces Jobs

Did Ashley

Get Asked

If She Wants

To Live

Or Blow Up

My Cybertruck

In Vegas

Did The Red

Beret

Rockstars

Have A Choice

To Be More

Did The Red

Beret

Rockstars

Want To Evolve

Before AI

Took Over

With Trans

Walk In

Like My Robotic

Lover

Did It Warm 

The Bed

For Me Dear

Did My Robotic

Optimus

Prototype

Hold My Place

Stave Off The

Vegas "Influencers,"

Like Ashley

Did She Shield

Elon

From Prostitutes 

Abroad

Did She Do The

Job Better

Than My

Dog

Do My Rockstars

Have

Autonomy

Or Do They

Live Like Beasts

Do My Rockstars

Know Their

Own Minds

Or Do Attys

Lord Over Them

The Kids

Don't Like

Your Entertainment 

It's Bad Horror

They're Begging

For David Lynch

Happy 50's

Voice 

To Come Back

And Save

The Day

Want Me To

Dress In Red

A Little Jackie-O

Or Ivana Clad

Want Me

To Dress

In Red

And Bring

My Ladies

In A Parade

We Can Protest

With The Gays

Have Pride

Rainbows

This Eclipsed Full Moon

Pray 

Or We Can Give

Back The Babies

Fair And Square

Give Back

The Mommies

Homes For

Having

Bring It Back

Bring It Back

Yesterday

Whose Gonna

Come

To The Ivana

Ball

Whose Gonna

Come

Give Away

A Cybertruck 

Whose Gonna Come

To The Ivana

Ball 

Lotsa Social Security

Coverts

Stolen Payroll

Whose Gonna Come

To Ivanas

Parade

Whose Gonna

Come And March

On Neptune

Today

Whose Gonna

Come

On This Pretty

March 14th

Full Moon Day

Whose Gonna

Come

In Red

With A Blonde

Wig

To Get Their

Kids

With Me

Whose Gonna

Come

Will Little Kai

Bang The Drum

Whose Gonna

Come

Dance

With The Ghosts

Of Chaplin

Swami

The Eagles

George Harrison

And Ravi

Shankar

With Me

Whose Gonna

Come

Sing The Faith

Of What's

Done

We Are Done

Whose Gonna

Come

Reclaim Moonlight

Beach

And Play

With Us

In The Firelight

In A Parade

Whose Gonna

Come

Celebrate 

No More

Martyrdom

Whose Gonna

Help Me

Make My

Ivana Beehive

Whose Gonna

Come

America

God Hearts

Stand Up

Whose Gonna

Come

Ladies

Of Liberty

Whose Gonna

Come

Stand Beside

Me

#FreeBritney

#FreeElon

Maharishi's 

Daughters'

Are You A

'Comer'

Like The New Prime

Minister Of

Canada

And Whatever

Does

That Mean

Whose Gonna

Come

My Butterflies

Of Transition

Whose Gonna

Come

Yoginis

And Take

A Stand

For Moms

Take A Stand

For Me

Will Vivian

Kai

Rise Or Take

The Pie

You Want 

A Piece

You Want

To Eat

The Whole 

Damn

Thing

Will Vivian

Kai

Rise

To Serve

The Mothers

Or Is She

Pre-Comitted

To Judge

Clark

Judge Brandon

And The

Pedophile

Monsters

Of Courts

Like Judge Brower

Will Little

Kai Trump

Rise

For My

Daughter

Can She Get

Her Grumple-

Berries

Permission

To Re-Unite

My Family

Can We Have

50/50

Now The Middle

Man Is Fired

At AFL

Can We Have

50/50

Before Another

Parent Murdered

Can We Have

50/50

Win Like

Ivana

Can We Have

50/50

And Honor

Our

Mothers 

Without Getting

Hurt

Can We Have 

50/50

Take Hayden

Off The

Hate

List

Can We Have

50/50

And Stop

The Beauty

Contest

Can We Have

50/50

Stop Taking

99%

Can We

Have

50/50

Merci

Please Mr.

President 

Merci

Peace

Peace, Love, Eternally,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

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[tyronetonyreed]

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[lukeniklaspierce]

ALL THE LOVERS

Keeping up with the 00's vibes with this kitschy edit. 'All the lovers' by Kylie Minogue is such a mood for this Valentine's period. ♥

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the bearded guy - space route backdrop (edited)

medias

[permanentreverie]

For the book asks, 6, 37, and 45. Also how do you feel about the fake dating trope? That's one I dislike..it just never feels real and so many books have that trope now. Second chance romance is my favorite too!

< hi hello! i feel like i really enjoy the fake dating trope, it used to be one of my faves, but with the oversaturation in the publishing industry, i feel like it can so easily become boring and it’s hard for me to get a thrill from it anymore :( i TOTALLY get your dislike of it due to it not feeling real, it’s veeeerry self indulgent lmao. like enemies to lovers, i feel like it has a lot of potential to be fun but no one bothers to do the trope justice anymore!! and i looove the concept of second chance romance ommmggg i eat it up!!!!! i will tune into any drama any book that has that trope give me the angst give me the reluctant hope give me the pining that never died!! >

6. favourite romance novels: the flatshare by beth o’leary, the seven year slip by ashley poston, beach read by emily henry, and out on a limb by hannah bonam-young!! honourable mentions are take a hint dani brown by talia hibbert, the ex talk by rachel lynn solomon, and any ann liang/emily henry book (i just stuck to contemporary romances, where romance is the main genre and not just a sub-genre)

37. the only example of your least favourite trope being written in such a way that you enjoyed it: (ngl, i had to look up romance book tropes for this question aksskjs) i really enjoy xoxo by axie oh as celebrity romance! i’m not a fan of kpop-inspired books in particular, but this is the only one i’ve read that i didn’t get second hand embarrassment from the plot - or, if i did, it was overshadowed with just how cute the romance and story was.

45. what books would you sell your soul to get a tv or movie adaption of? if done correctly, i think the folk of the air trilogy would be stunning as a series. faerie is so atmospheric and otherworldly, i think the line between reality and magic is so well done, i would kill to see it on screen. AS WELL!!!! the all for the game trilogy would kill as an anime, i said what i said. it has the bonkers plot, the action of the game, i truly think that is the only medium that would do justice for that batshit insane trilogy. i also believe that any taylor jenkins reid book would be fantastic as a miniseries, particularly malibu rising and carrie soto is back

book asks for self-proclaimed book worms

[teenmomcentral]

Season 3 of Teen Mom Family Reunion may have gotten off to a (really, really) rough start in terms of viewership, but things are looking up for the spin-off, and that may be thanks to two new cast members— Kayla Sessler and Mackenzie McKee (and their drama) joining the show.

As The Ashley previously told you, Season 3 of ‘Teen Mom Family Reunion’ premiered March 13 to record-low ratings, coming in with only 170,000 same-day viewers, and a 0.07 rating for viewers ages 18-49. By Episode 2, viewership had decreased to only 135,000 same-day viewers, with the episode’s rating for the coveted viewers ages 18-49 at a measly 0.05.

According to SpoilerTV, Episode 5 of the series, which aired April 10, garnered 204,000 same-day viewers and was ranked No. 39. This episode also happened to be the first of Season 3 to feature former ‘Teen Mom: Young & Pregnant’ star Kayla.

Ratings increased yet again for Episode 6, with the spin-off bringing in 271,000 same-day viewers, earning the No. 21 spot in the night’s rankings of original cable shows.

The recent uptick in ratings has some fans believing that Kayla–- and presumably, Kayla’s baby daddies and baby daddy drama– is the reason for the increase in viewership. (Mackenzie and her feud with Cheyenne Floyd may have also contributed to getting more trash TV lovers to tune in.)

Earlier this week, a fan even launched a Change.org petition to MTV, Paramount and 11th Street Productions, requesting that Kayla be added as a full-time cast member on Teen Mom: The Next Chapter.

In the petition, the creator (identified only as “S W”) noted that many viewers were disappointed when ‘Teen Mom: Young & Pregnant’ was cancelled, claiming that many fans resonated with Kayla, in particular.

“Kayla’s journey as a young mother was both inspiring and relatable,” the petition reads. “She navigated through life’s challenges with grace and [her] determination is truly admirable. Her story touched many hearts, including mine, making her an integral part of the franchise.”

The creator added that Kayla’s story is “just getting started.”

“… Therefore, we are calling on MTV, Paramount and 11th Street Productions to bring back Kayla Sessler to the Teen Mom franchise,” they continued. “We believe her return would not only enhance viewer satisfaction but also contribute positively towards maintaining high ratings for this beloved series.”

[brookston]

Holidays 9.6

Holidays

Amed Forces Day (São Tomé and Príncipe)

Barbie Doll Day

Battle of Lake Travis Anniversary Day

Bonaire Day

Colour Blind Awareness Day

Day of Sex (Brazil)

Defence Day (Pakistan)

Dia de Elkano (Basque, Spain)

Fight Procrastination Day

Flag Day (Bonaire)

Great Egg Toss Day

Harvesting Basket Day (French Republic)

I AM MDC Day (Florida)

Karma Puja (India)

Khurat (Elder Scrolls)

National Afro Puff Day

National Do It Day

National Little Black Dress Day (Australia)

National Read a Book Day

National Sabrina Day

National Writing Day

Piggly Wiggly Day

Player Piano Day

Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day

Prosthetics & Orthotics Day (UK)

Read A Book Day

Rettir (Sheep Round-Up; Iceland)

Septemvriana Anniversary Day

Somhlolo Day (Eswatini, f.k.a. Swaziland)

Stillbirth Remembrance Day

Supermarket Day

Unification Day (Bulgaria)

World Oral Sex Day

World Shorebirds Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Coffee Ice Cream Day

Salami Day

1st Wednesday in September

Global Talent Acquisition Day [1st Wednesday]

Indigenous Literacy Day (Australia) [1st Wednesday]

Independence Days

Ichkeria (Chechen Republic of Ichkeria; 1991)

Eswatini, f.k.a. Swaziland (a.k.a. Somhlolo Day; from UK, 1968)

HSSR (Hot Lads Soviet Socialist Republic, f.k.a. Hugel; Declared; 2019) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Begga of Cumbria (a.k.a. Bega or Bees; Christian; Saint)

Cesarean Section Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Chagnoald (Christian; Saint)

Diablo Sauce Day (Pastafarian)

Eleutherius (Christian; Saint)

Faustus, Abibus and Dionysius of Alexandria (Christian; Saint)

Gondulphus of Metz (Christian; Saint)

Horatio Greenough (Artology)

Krishna Janmashtami (Hinduism)

Macculindus, Bishop of Lusk (Christian; Saint)

Magnus of Füssen (Christian; Saint) [crops]

Media Aestas IV (Pagan)

Onesiphorus (Christian; Saint)

Pambo of Nitria (Christian; Saint)

Roxanne (Muppetism)

Sacrifice to Hera Thelchinia (Ancient Greece)

Saussure (Positivist; Saint)

Zechariah (Catholic Church; Hebrew prophet)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Perilous Day (13th Century England) [25 of 32]

Very Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [42 of 60]

Premieres

The Adventures of Spunky and Tadpole (Animated TV Series; 1958)

Alice Charms the Fish (Disney Cartoon; 1926)

Atlanta (TV Series; 2016)

A Bigger Bang, by The Rolling Stones (Album; 2005)

Candle in the Wind (Diana version), by Elton John (Song; 1997)

Desperately Seeking Susan (Film; 1985)

Double Indemnity (Film; 1944)

Go, Diego, Go! (Animated TV Series; 2005)

Hangin’ Tough, by New Kids on the Block (Album; 1988)

The Horse and His Boy, by C.S. Lewis (Novel; 1954) [The Chronicles of Narnia #5]

The House of the Rising Sun, recorded by Tom Ashley & Gwen Foster (Song; 1933) [Earliest known recording]

The Huckleberry Hound Show (Animated TV Series; 1958)

I’m a Slave 4 U, by Britney Spears (Song; 2001)

It: Chapter Two (Film; 2019)

Just a Little Heart Attack (Short Film; 2011)

La Clemenza di Tito, by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (Opera; 1791)

Lady Chatterly’s Lover (Film; 2015)

La Strada (Film; 1954)

Let Love Rule, by Lenny Kravitz (Album; 1989)

Linda Ronstadt: The Sound of My Voice (Documentary Film; 2019)

Looper (Film; 2012)

Not Without Laughter, by Langston Hughes (Novel; 1930)

Our Vines Have Tender Grapes (Film; 1945)

Regular Show (Animated TV Series; 2009)

The Rescuers, by Margery Sharp (Novel; 1959)

Scooby-Doo! Legend of the Phantosaur (WB Animated Film; 2011)

The Secret of Moonacre (Film; 2008)

Stranger Than Fiction, by Bad Religion (Album; 1994)

Superman: The Last Son of Krypton (WB Animated Film; 1996)

Weasel While You Work (WB MM Cartoon; 1958)

Today’s Name Days

Beata, Bertram, Gundolf, Magnus (Austria)

Boris, Davor, Zaharija (Croatia)

Boleslav (Czech Republic)

Magnus (Denmark)

Aiki, Angela, Angelika, Ingel (Estonia)

Asko, Felix (Finland)

Bertrand, Eva (France)

Beate, Bertram, Gundolf, Magnus (Germany)

Evdoxios, Vivos (Greece)

Zakariás (Hungary)

Uberto (Italy)

Balva, Magnuss, Maigonis (Latvia)

Faustas, Tautenė, Vaištautas (Lithuania)

Siril, Siv, Sollaug (Norway)

Albin, Beata, Eugenia, Eugeniusz, Magnus, Michał, Uniewit, Zachariasz (Poland)

Alica (Slovakia)

Eleuterio, Zacarías (Spain)

Lilian, Lilly (Sweden)

Bartram, Bertram, Veda, Yahir (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 249 of 2024; 116 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of week 36 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Muin (Vine) [Day 2 of 28]

Chinese: Month 7 (Geng-Shen), Day 22 (Ding-Mao)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 20 Elul 5783

Islamic: 20 Safar 1445

J Cal: 9 Aki; Twosday [9 of 30]

Julian: 24 August 2023

Moon: 50%: 3rd Quarter

Positivist: 25 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Saussure]

Runic Half Month: Rad (Motion) [Day 10 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 77 of 94)

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 16 of 32)

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 9.6

Holidays

Amed Forces Day (São Tomé and Príncipe)

Barbie Doll Day

Battle of Lake Travis Anniversary Day

Bonaire Day

Colour Blind Awareness Day

Day of Sex (Brazil)

Defence Day (Pakistan)

Dia de Elkano (Basque, Spain)

Fight Procrastination Day

Flag Day (Bonaire)

Great Egg Toss Day

Harvesting Basket Day (French Republic)

I AM MDC Day (Florida)

Karma Puja (India)

Khurat (Elder Scrolls)

National Afro Puff Day

National Do It Day

National Little Black Dress Day (Australia)

National Read a Book Day

National Sabrina Day

National Writing Day

Piggly Wiggly Day

Player Piano Day

Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day

Prosthetics & Orthotics Day (UK)

Read A Book Day

Rettir (Sheep Round-Up; Iceland)

Septemvriana Anniversary Day

Somhlolo Day (Eswatini, f.k.a. Swaziland)

Stillbirth Remembrance Day

Supermarket Day

Unification Day (Bulgaria)

World Oral Sex Day

World Shorebirds Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Coffee Ice Cream Day

Salami Day

1st Wednesday in September

Global Talent Acquisition Day [1st Wednesday]

Indigenous Literacy Day (Australia) [1st Wednesday]

Independence Days

Ichkeria (Chechen Republic of Ichkeria; 1991)

Eswatini, f.k.a. Swaziland (a.k.a. Somhlolo Day; from UK, 1968)

HSSR (Hot Lads Soviet Socialist Republic, f.k.a. Hugel; Declared; 2019) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Begga of Cumbria (a.k.a. Bega or Bees; Christian; Saint)

Cesarean Section Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Chagnoald (Christian; Saint)

Diablo Sauce Day (Pastafarian)

Eleutherius (Christian; Saint)

Faustus, Abibus and Dionysius of Alexandria (Christian; Saint)

Gondulphus of Metz (Christian; Saint)

Horatio Greenough (Artology)

Krishna Janmashtami (Hinduism)

Macculindus, Bishop of Lusk (Christian; Saint)

Magnus of Füssen (Christian; Saint) [crops]

Media Aestas IV (Pagan)

Onesiphorus (Christian; Saint)

Pambo of Nitria (Christian; Saint)

Roxanne (Muppetism)

Sacrifice to Hera Thelchinia (Ancient Greece)

Saussure (Positivist; Saint)

Zechariah (Catholic Church; Hebrew prophet)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Perilous Day (13th Century England) [25 of 32]

Very Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [42 of 60]

Premieres

The Adventures of Spunky and Tadpole (Animated TV Series; 1958)

Alice Charms the Fish (Disney Cartoon; 1926)

Atlanta (TV Series; 2016)

A Bigger Bang, by The Rolling Stones (Album; 2005)

Candle in the Wind (Diana version), by Elton John (Song; 1997)

Desperately Seeking Susan (Film; 1985)

Double Indemnity (Film; 1944)

Go, Diego, Go! (Animated TV Series; 2005)

Hangin’ Tough, by New Kids on the Block (Album; 1988)

The Horse and His Boy, by C.S. Lewis (Novel; 1954) [The Chronicles of Narnia #5]

The House of the Rising Sun, recorded by Tom Ashley & Gwen Foster (Song; 1933) [Earliest known recording]

The Huckleberry Hound Show (Animated TV Series; 1958)

I’m a Slave 4 U, by Britney Spears (Song; 2001)

It: Chapter Two (Film; 2019)

Just a Little Heart Attack (Short Film; 2011)

La Clemenza di Tito, by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (Opera; 1791)

Lady Chatterly’s Lover (Film; 2015)

La Strada (Film; 1954)

Let Love Rule, by Lenny Kravitz (Album; 1989)

Linda Ronstadt: The Sound of My Voice (Documentary Film; 2019)

Looper (Film; 2012)

Not Without Laughter, by Langston Hughes (Novel; 1930)

Our Vines Have Tender Grapes (Film; 1945)

Regular Show (Animated TV Series; 2009)

The Rescuers, by Margery Sharp (Novel; 1959)

Scooby-Doo! Legend of the Phantosaur (WB Animated Film; 2011)

The Secret of Moonacre (Film; 2008)

Stranger Than Fiction, by Bad Religion (Album; 1994)

Superman: The Last Son of Krypton (WB Animated Film; 1996)

Weasel While You Work (WB MM Cartoon; 1958)

Today’s Name Days

Beata, Bertram, Gundolf, Magnus (Austria)

Boris, Davor, Zaharija (Croatia)

Boleslav (Czech Republic)

Magnus (Denmark)

Aiki, Angela, Angelika, Ingel (Estonia)

Asko, Felix (Finland)

Bertrand, Eva (France)

Beate, Bertram, Gundolf, Magnus (Germany)

Evdoxios, Vivos (Greece)

Zakariás (Hungary)

Uberto (Italy)

Balva, Magnuss, Maigonis (Latvia)

Faustas, Tautenė, Vaištautas (Lithuania)

Siril, Siv, Sollaug (Norway)

Albin, Beata, Eugenia, Eugeniusz, Magnus, Michał, Uniewit, Zachariasz (Poland)

Alica (Slovakia)

Eleuterio, Zacarías (Spain)

Lilian, Lilly (Sweden)

Bartram, Bertram, Veda, Yahir (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 249 of 2024; 116 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of week 36 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Muin (Vine) [Day 2 of 28]

Chinese: Month 7 (Geng-Shen), Day 22 (Ding-Mao)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 20 Elul 5783

Islamic: 20 Safar 1445

J Cal: 9 Aki; Twosday [9 of 30]

Julian: 24 August 2023

Moon: 50%: 3rd Quarter

Positivist: 25 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Saussure]

Runic Half Month: Rad (Motion) [Day 10 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 77 of 94)

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 16 of 32)

[mackjlee9]

Heyy!! I love your writing and was wondering if I could request a Resident evil 4, Leon S. Kenned x male reader. Reader and Leon always had that little competition between them, always trying to be better than the other which lead to them not liking each other. They got sent to various missions together but always ended up fighting with each other on how to do things instead of focusing on the mission. It just didn’t work between them. Additionally, Reader is sarcastic and acts a bit like an a-hole sometimes, flirts with Leon in a joking way and Leon just can't stand that.

After Leon was sent to save Ashley Reader is sent to back up Leon (and Leon didn’t know that so he is kinda mad that they thought it would be a good idea to choose reader for it) on his mission and after a long and annoying search, he ends up finding Leon in the village. At first, he thought Leon was some sort of villager and attacks him. He pins him to the ground but then realized who he is and reluctantly apologizes which just makes the situation worse between them.

When they find Ashley and then lose her later Leon gets injured badly because he just rushed in without thinking to save Ashley. But he couldn’t and they ended up fighting when the coast cleared. In reality, reader isn’t mad about the fact that they lost Ashley again. He is mad that Leon got hurt in the process and Leon noticed that reader was worried about him. That could lead to an angry make-out session. Enemies to lovers typa thing

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [Angst&Fluff]

Masterlist.

Resident Evil 4

(M/n) is not exactly sure why or how it happened. Maybe it was the fact he was someone that had also been in the wrong place at the wrong time like Leon, but Racoon City wasn't easy for either of them, but Leon didn't like how (M/n) just kept doing whatever he wanted without taking the necessary precautions.

Later, thanks to Marvin, Leon had learned that (M/n) had been brought in for interrogation regarding the beating and murder of a wanted criminal, but the outbreak happened and (M/n) had managed to fend for himself, helping out a few officers, shooting those that had turned without hesitation, which had made others dislike him greatly, even if they saw a glimpse of hope with him around, and then Leon arrived.

He and (M/n) just got off on the wrong foot, and it just sort of stuck with them through the years.

However, while their rivalry was an obstacle in itself, they had proven to others that they could work best when together, so with them working for STRATCOM was already annoying for them, and being paired to go on missions together was even worse.

Especially when (M/n) would respond sarcastically to a comment or observation he made, not caring about anyone's safety except his, but (M/n) knew full well that Leon could handle himself just fine, which led Leon to think he was a major asshole that doesn't give a shit about others.

And then, there were the flirty comments that Leon just couldn't stand listening, making his blood pressure rise, definitely needing something to punch to be able to cool down. That's how (M/n) would know he actually pissed Leon off, he enjoyed watching the blond beating the shit out of everything that got in his way, but of course, Leon would very much rather punch (M/n) instead, but this would do... For a while at least.

Seeing the usually stoic and immovable Leon Kennedy so mad at him obviously worked to bring a victorious grin to his face, following far enough to not be on the receiving end of Leon's anger, after all, that guy knew how to kick.

//////

The first time they weren't sent on a mission together, it felt odd. On one side, Leon was finally at peace and didn't have anyone getting on his last nerve, but that also meant he had alone time with himself, leading to him remembering gruesome memories of the past, unable to snap out of them by himself. He would never admit it out loud, but he kind of missed (M/n)'s presence- but only because he served as a distraction from his own mind.

On the other side, (M/n) was bored out of his mind. If they weren't on a mission he would bother Leon in the office all day long, usually ending up in them fighting for real, but masking it as a "training session", but now? There was no one to entertain him and that bothered him more than he'll like to admit.

But while he was in the shooting range with a sniper rifle, he saw the shadow of someone approaching him out of the corner of his eye, so he sighed as he reloaded the rifle again, and looked at them.

"Your support is needed, Agent," standing up, he set everything he used in its place and silently followed her down the hall and into an office.

His tactical equipment and radio were handed to him while he was being briefed about the current situation.

'Condor One' has been M.I.A for over four hours, and was gonna be one to bring his support and find him, be Leon's back-up. Already in the helicopter, (M/n) was given a summary of what had happened, attentively listening to everything Hunnigan told him through his communicator, sending him images of the digital map they had of Leon's route and path, explaining how his last ping happened in the middle of a lake and how it disappeared after an hour.

"Copy that, Rooster, I'll keep you informed once I arrive, Condor Two, out."

//////

"This is as close as we can get for now, Condor Two!" The pilot screamed at (M/n) once he had taken his headset off and was attaching the rope to his harness. He looked at the pilot and nodded once, it was understandable that they couldn't approach the village more, after all, Hunnigan had told him about the two police officers that had driven Leon over to the outskirts of the city, one of them was killed with an axe while the other was burnt alive... He sighed thinking about the poor men, but there was nothing he could do about them now anyway.

"I'm going down!" He walked closer to the door and opened it, signaling the pilot to get them closer to the ground, as much as they could with all the trees around the place.

Making sure the rope was secure to his harness and to the chopper, he threw off the remaining black rope and slid down as quickly as he could, unattached himself and giving an 'okay' sign for the co-pilot to pick up the rope while they flew away.

(M/n) watched the chopper leave for a few seconds, before glancing around him. He was standing by a cliff, a rather dense woods awaiting behind him, taking a deep breath, he walked closer to the trees, deciding to hold his combat knife rather than his pistol, it would help him stay hidden and be more stealthy.

After doing some more walking, he found the trails left behind by a car, marks in the mud rather erratic, surrounded by various pairs of footsteps. He checked his device and kept walking the way Leon had walked through hours ago, and soon enough, he spotted a cabin.

Walking through the open door, (M/n) saw the corpse of a villager around the corner, his head out of place due to his broken neck, the deep indent of a knife was all he needed to see to know Leon had been there. He walked out again and continued moving forward, staying hidden in the shadows and behind the trees, taking advantage of the lack of light as the sun was setting behind the woods, slowly disappearing and leaving way for the moonlight to shine.

At least, he would be harder to spot by the Ganados for now.

(M/n) walked through the village, going past the same windmill Hunnigan told him about, and he could see the lake from afar, but it was too dark for him to see anything, even so, he didn't really see any sign of Leon around.

With every passing minute, (M/n) started thinking that Leon might have been hiding, probably badly injured and needed to rest, not being M.I.A for so long just didn't sound like something Leon would do, even if he was having his last breath. So maybe he missed some spots on his attempt at finding the blond as quickly as he could, so he decided to backtrack for a bit, after all, he had seen the church a while back, which Hunnigan had said was where 'Baby Eagle' was being kept.

Maybe Leon was heading that way...

The sound of his radio caught his attention, and he responded.

"Condor Two, I have been able to contact Condor One, I'll send you his coordinates right away," (M/n) hummed and took his device out, hearing the faint ding and watching a message pop up, "Condor One has been briefed about you being there as back up, Condor Two, meet up and stay safe."

"Copy that, Rooster."

Jogging back the way he came, (M/n) found himself in the village quicker than he anticipated, he knew Leon had to be heading toward the church so he knew where to go. Sort of, anyway.

But something happened.

He heard it first rather than seeing it. Someone grunting in pain, coughing, and wheezing as they struggled to fill their lungs with oxygen. (M/n) pressed his back to the nearest wall, and peeked his head around the corner.

Thankfully, the person had their back turned, so that gave (M/n) some leeway to get closer, the dim light surrounding them worked to hide him even more, although it made seeing the villager harder, he could make out their silhouette, It was a man by the looks of it. His coughing masked the slight crunch of (M/n)'s boots on the dirt.

Keeping a tight grip on the handle of his combat knife, (M/n) observed how the villager began standing up, his body slowly turning around to face him, red eyes seemingly glowing in the dark engulfing them. Without a second thought, (M/n) jumped the man to get rid of him and keep going on his way to find Leon, but this villager was putting up a real fight.

Having him pinned under his body, (M/n) used his upper body strength to press down on the villager's arms, pushing against him and preventing him from cutting his skin open, his (e/c) eyes never looking away from those red eyes of his.

However, the villager had moved his head away just in time before his knife could pierce through his skull, and while he pulled the blade off the dirt, the man under him started using his strength to push him off. With his knife now knocked away from his hands, (M/n) only had his fists to finish the villager, but he was still putting up a tough fight.

But with one punch to his chest, the flashlight attached to his shoulder and chest strap flew away a couple of feet, rolling for a moment. Apparently, the hit had turned it on and now they were able to clearly see each other's faces.

"(M/n)?" He asks out of breath, the red eyes now gone, now back to his blue eyes.

Was I... Seeing things just now?

"Uh, sorry... Didn't know..." (M/n)'s words died out as he moved back and began standing up, reaching his hand out to help Leon stand up too. The blond frowns at the action, but silently takes (M/n)'s hand, and dusts himself off as a way to avoid the awkward and tense silence, "Let's..."

He stops for a moment, walking to where his knife landed and holstering it back to his strap. Leon does the same, leaning down to pick up (M/n)'s flashlight, turning it off, and handing it back to him, who silently grabs it and attaches back to its place.

"Let's just keep going-," before they could take a step in the direction that would take them forward on the mission, the light of the fire on torches starts surrounding them from every direction, and quickly realizing they're outnumbered, they run to the cabin behind them and stay hidden inside until their path clears up enough to make their way to the church.

//////

"Ashley!" Leon's panicked voice makes (M/n) turn around from the lock he had been trying to unlock, and he sees the blond shooting at the caped creature taking Ashley away.

(M/n) hurries to open the lock keeping them inside the cage, and Leon is quick to bolt out, not caring about anything other than getting Ashley back, "Leon!" He calls him and immediately starts running after the man.

He just wanted to get to Leon and Ashley, get her safe with them again, go back home, and forget everything had happened, but of course, nothing is ever easy in this job, in this life.

While running straight ahead, Leon didn't even see the knight stumbling his way toward him, despite the loud clanking noise the armor did, Leon could only think about getting Ashley back, about her safety over his. But (M/n) saw the knight, calling out to Leon a little too late.

"Watch out!" Being snapped out of his tunnel vision, Leon barely managed to see the knight swinging its sword down at him, and he used his momentum to dodge the hit. Well, he didn't fully dodge being hit, he just dodge being cut in half, because there was a gash on his torso, going right through his middle in a diagonal line, blood gushing out rather rapidly.

(M/n)'s legs moved as quickly as they could to be able to make it to a groaning Leon, shrugging his jacket off and laying it over the blond's wound, pressing on it with one hand while his non-dominant hand grabbed his pistol and shot at the plaga coming from underneath the knights' helmets.

"Put pressure on it, I'll take care of this," Leon grunted and pressed his hands down on the jacket, doing his best to try and stop the bleeding while (M/n) risked his life for him.

"You should... Go after Ashley..." (M/n) didn't give any signs of having heard him, but he definitely did. And damn, he was getting pissed at Leon now.

Leon watched how every knight fell to the ground, every singular piece holding itself together by the plaga coming undone as it was killed, and soon enough, every single one had been taken care of. (M/n) sighed and turned toward Leon, holstering his pistol and walking toward him to check on his wound. It was still bleeding.

"Shit-" he draped Leon's arm over his shoulders and wrapped his arm around his waist, "Don't you fucking dare die on me, Kennedy, keep the pressure on that."

Whether the grunting was from pain or a sarcastic response, (M/n) didn't know, he just had to find a room in this stupid castle where he could tend Leon's wound.

//////

Laying the man on the bed, (M/n) tried to look around for something that could serve to clean the wound or bandage him up, but all he could find was a bed sheet, somehow cleaner than the others he had found.

For now, he had managed to stop the bleeding, and had used Leon's last spray on the wound, hoping it would numb the pain and help him heal faster. The blond frowned at the stinging pain but didn't complain.

"Sit up," Leon looked at (M/n)'s serious expression for a moment as he sat up on the bed, he was obviously mad at him and he didn't blame him, they lost Ashley and had to find her again, along with the wound that went from his abdomen to barely reaching his chest... He just made the mission harder than it already was.

(M/n) proceeded to use the pieces of the sheet he had torn up to bandage him up the best could with what they had. These kinds of moments were too quiet for their liking, it wasn't unusual for one or the other to get hurt while on a mission, but it was always weird when the other required help, it wasn't the same angry tension between them, instead it was an uncomfortable silence that neither of them could get used to.

They hated those silent moments.

"Are you stupid or do you have a death wish?" Was all (M/n) said when he succeeded in wrapping Leon up a bit, he definitely needed medical attention to stitch the wound and to prevent or fight the infection that will show up sooner or later, but they still needed to find Ashley as quickly as possible.

Leon turned to look at him with an angry expression, "I was trying to save Ashley, you were the one that didn't do anything to get her back," (M/n) scoffed and stood up from bed, pacing around the room, annoyed at the blond.

"I saved your pathetic life, Kennedy," ignoring the pain he felt, Leon stood up from the bed, watching (M/n) continuously pacing back and forth, irritating him.

"I didn't ask you to save me! Ashley is our priority here, I was doing my job, maybe you should do that too," Leon sighed when (M/n) looked at him in complete silence, an annoyed expression showing on his face.

Leon was a hundred percent sure that (M/n) was mad at him for getting himself injured like an idiot and making the mission harder on themselves now, that he was mad because they were further away from getting Ashley back, he was convinced of that. They couldn't rescue Ashley and (M/n) was mad at that, that's it. That's what it should've been.

Sighing and taking a step to walk around (M/n), Leon spoke again, "Look, let's just find Ashley before anything worse happens to her."

(M/n) wasn't dumb, he's usually the most observant of the two, so he noticed what Leon was thinking, it showed on his face. Even with the smallest change of his expression, he was able to read him like an open book.

He reached his hand out and held Leon's wrist before he could walk further away from him, hearing him sigh.

"I'm not... Mad that we lost Ashley, Leon," his blue eyes looked up into his (e/c) ones, confusion shining in them, and now it was (M/n)'s turn to sigh, he really didn't wanna say it, but he also didn't want them to stay mad at each other for this, "I was mad 'cause you weren't careful and... Got yourself injured..." He mumbled his last words, looking away from Leon.

But the blond moved his head, trying to meet his eyes. Was he... Worried? About... Me?

"I was... Worried about you, Leon..." The sound of (M/n)'s sweet and gentle voice as he responded to his unasked question made Leon's heart race in his chest, he could almost hear both his and (M/n)'s heart thumping rapidly.

Leon's body moved on his own, his gloved hands holding the collar of (M/n)'s shirt, pulling him down roughly to have their lips meet, kissing him rather aggressively.

(M/n) was caught by surprise by Leon's action, his eyes wide opened as he watched Leon's closed eyes and flushed face, making his mind foggy as a new feeling filled his body, but the blond soon realized that the other man wasn't corresponding his kiss, making him feel embarrassed and like an idiot as he backed away, pulling back and the thin string of saliva that connected them broke immediately.

He opened his mouth to say something, maybe apologize or say he just wanted to mess with him, but now (M/n)'s hands were holding him. A gentle touch on his chin and a tight grip around his belt, pressing their hips flushed against each other as this time they let themselves melt in their kiss, quiet moans and sighs leaving past their lips, muffled by the other's lips.

(M/n) groaned as he reluctantly broke the kiss, hearing Leon whining as he watched him lean closer to try and kiss him again, he sighed and held tightly onto the blond's hips, making him open his eyes again, pupils blown wide as Leon stared up at him.

"We have..." He swallowed, his eyes unable to look away from Leon's glossy and swollen pink lips, licking his as he tried to regain his composure, "We have a mission to complete, we'll... Talk about this when we get back, okay?"

Leon looked sad for a moment, but he silently nodded and they resumed their mission to find Ashley and bring her back home safely.

This enemies-to-lovers trope would have to wait a little bit longer.

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44 - Love is the most powerful magic of all

His Golden Princess

Thank you all for reading ❤️ This is the end of Astrid and Rumple's story

@fanficismydrug @misskitty1912-blog @icefrye19 @lover-of-books-and-tea

Shooting awake up in the bed holding my stomach with my hands tightly. Frantically looking around I gasped. Fumbling over to my nightstand I dialed the first phone number I could think of. “Em, ah! I need your help. The baby…”

“Ast, what’s wrong?” Even though she wasn’t happy I used the sword to save her life and made her a Dark One she still cared about me.

It had been a few months since I had told her and Rumple the truth. Throwing my head back against the pillows I gripped the phone in my hand. “I think the baby’s coming. I….ohhh. I need Rumple.”

“I’ll come get you.” She said quickly.

Biting my lip I drew blood feeling contractions. My heart was beating faster. “Emma, there’s no need. I can just magic there….ah what the hell?” Looking down to my arm I gasped seeing some dark veins rising up through my veins.

“Astrid, tell me. What’s going on!” My sister declared through the phone hearing the panic in my voice. We could always tell the difference in the other person's voice when we were terrified. Before she gave birth to Henry I visited her in jail and could see she was horrified.

Tossing the covers aside I stumbled out of the bed. Standing on my feet I winced holding a hand over my heart feeling it burning in pain. "Emma, I need Rumple. Ohhh! Call - call Ella…call Ashley. Whoever she's going by. Cinderella!"

"Okay I'm calling her right now." Emma hung up where I stumbled down the stairs in my sleep clothes trying to not panic. Leaning against the wall I knew that Ashly or Ella would be there for me just like my sister.

Walking into Ashly’s hospital room Emma said I should be the one to tell her we convince Gold to let her keep her child. Shutting the door behind me I smiled seeing her holding her daughter. “Hey, how’s she doing. What’s her name?”

“Alexandra. Sean came to see her.” Her smile dropped thinking back to Gold and their deal. “Will he be taking her from me now?”

Sitting down on the edge of her bed I placed a hand on her leg. “Nope. Emma and I got him to let you keep her. My sister will owe him a favor but it doesn’t matter as long as you’re happy.”

“Thank you, thank you both so much.” She began crying, bouncing her baby girl in her arms.

Sending her a grin I tilted my head sensing she had more to say. “What is it, Ashly?”

“I noticed Emma, your sister said she had a kid. But you don’t. I just thought that if you ever have children I’ll be there for you.” The blonde grinned and we would later learn she was Cinderella. “You and Emma gave me a chance to raise my child. And that is something I will never forget.”

Sniffing through tears I didn’t expect that from the single mother. “Awe thank you, Ashly. I will remember that. You have my word.”

The blonde princess pulled up outside my house and her husband Thomas came inside seeing that I was holding my stomach. Throwing my head back I winced sharply. “Sean!”

“Did someone call a prince to the rescue? Come on, we'll get you to the hospital.” He wrapped his arms around my waist lifting me up bridal style carrying me out to his truck.

Ashly was in the front passenger seat holding her daughter in her lap. But she reached behind the seat taking my hand in hers. “It’s going to be okay. Emma said she is going to get Rumple.”

“Okay…” I nodded, biting my lip, shutting my eyes as we flee to the hospital which thankfully wasn’t far in the small formerly cursed town. Once we were there her prince came back with a wheelchair and the nurse got a room ready.

Laying in the bed I gasped seeing the dark veins making their way through my whole arm. I didn't know why it was happening but it had to be the reason I collapsed and saw my daughter in a future vision. “Ah Mrs. Gold. I am praying that this pregnancy I perform is actually normal this time.” Dr. Whale came into the room with a set of nurses.

“You and I both…urgh!” I bared my teeth down before the lights in the room flickered off and on like crazy. I had a blood pressure cuff on tracing my vitals that started sounding off like crazy.

Whale came over reading the level my heart was going. “Woah, that isn’t good. Your heart rate is way too low.”

“It probably has something to do with these.” Holding my forearm upwards he caught sight of the dark veins. I coughed some blood on my shirt when the door burst open and I saw my sister and husband. “Emma - Rumple!”

My husband rushed over to my bedside as quickly as he could with the limp and cane. He takes my hand in tracing his thumb over the veins that were growing my palms now. “Astrid, I’m sorry. There shouldn’t be this much stress on the baby. But don’t worry I’ll fix it.”

“Rumple ... .no you take the power back.” I gasped through tears seeing him draw the Dark One dagger from inside his suit jacket.

He shook his head clutching the dagger handle tightly in his hands. He began crying heavily where I could see his brown eyes welling with tears. “I can’t let the darkness kill you and our daughter. You are too important to me, lass. You are my heart and soul. If you die then I won’t have my happy ending. You have changed me to be a better man and know love when I didn’t think I deserved it. So let me take the power back please.”

“But if you take it back it will kill you, Rumple. That’s the whole reason why I took it from you….I don’t want to lose the man I love.” I sobbed heavily through tears clutching the bedsheets in my fingers. “Please don’t leave me, Rumple. I need you….you are my life!”

He placed the dagger in my right wrapping his hand around mine where he winced shaking through the pain feeling how stronger the darkness had become in my bloodstream. “Then we will split the power between us. Together we share a heart. So we can share the power too.”

“How…I thought only one person could be the Dark One.” I croaked, squeezing his hand in mine beginning to feel more scared than before.

Emma stepped forward taking the dagger in her hands raising it up to the two of us all the while Dr. Whale was jumping standing there watching. “I found a way to control my light magic over the darkness that is keeping me alive. I know what to do. You have to each have light and dark magic inside of you.” She focused sternly on us before the dagger glows brightly and we both gasped.

Shifting my gaze to Rumple I saw he was watching me too. Suddenly the dark magic came outside of me and split into two separate strands. The magic shot back into our hearts and the same thing happened with my golden light magic. “That should work….oh my gosh.” My sister sighed with a smile.

“It worked, Rumple.” Leaning my head against his chest I sighed in relief intertwining my hand with his gently. His brown eyes watched the darkness veins disappear from my arms a few seconds after.

Dr. Whale looked at my screen showing the baby getting my legs up and open to push. “Now that your heart is good we need to get this baby out for ya.”

Rumple moved around to the side of the bed so I could hold onto his hand. The contractions started coming closer together when I gave my first few pushes. My heart started banging against my chest and I already felt tired. "It's starting to come out, Astrid. Just a few more big pushes." Dr. Whale said back.

Rumple winced sharply when I squeezed his hand even tighter. My freehand was turning white while I gripped the handle of the dagger. Sweat was sticking to my forehead with the white hair falling over my shoulders appearing to be a mess. "I can't do this, Rumple…I can’t!"

"Yes you can. Astrid. I've seen you overcome things that have been much harder than this. So I know you can do this." He replied, squeezing my hand in his even though I had nearly broken his hand at this point.

Nodding my head slowly I bared my teeth doing one final push that took the last of my energy that I had left. An infant's cry filled the room where I threw my head back onto the pillows. Gulping a lump down my throat I slowly controlled my breathing while the nurse wrapped the baby in a blanket handing them to me once I had sat up again. "Congratulations, you have a baby girl. Have you thought of a name?"

“No….ah what the hell!” I gasped, feeling more contractions breaking through my body.

Emma whipped her head around in panic. “Whale, what is happening to my sister?”

“It’s okay. Uh….she has another baby coming.” He dropped down in his rolling chair frantically getting prepared again telling me to push again. “You have to start pushing again, Mrs. Gold.”

Sucking in a breath Rumple squeezed my hand tightly knowing that I was beginning to panic rapidly. He pushed hair out of my face when I started pushing as much as I could. “Ahhh!”

“There it is. Congratulations again you two. You have a baby boy now too.” Dr. Whale held up the baby in his arms, handing it to the other nurse.

The nurses handed the girl to me and the baby boy to Rumple. He sent me a teary grin and I chuckled, not expecting that we would have two kids at once. “Rumple, I know the name for the daughter. Marigold Ella Stilskin. But you can name the boy.”

“Gideon Baefire Stilskin.” He declares leaning forward kissing me gently. Leaning into the kiss I smiled when he whispered back. “I love you, Astrid. I always will. You are my golden princess.”

Breaking the kiss we both stared down at the infants in our arms. No matter what we had faced, these little joys were all worth it. “I love you too, Rumple. You are my dark prince.” I would never forget that Henry bringing us here to break a curse changed everything for the better.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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Can you maybe write a poly romantic content for the seven from the boys with a fem reader with also lots of jealousy and possessiveness with the og team from s1?

Just The Assistant Right?

Warning: Assault,Blood,Physical fighting,domestic dispute,jealously, possessive,angst turn heated.

Y/n was a name that could bring the seven most popular and well know heroes drop to their knees. She was their personal assistant hired early on in the sevens rise in popularity she was mainly their to keep the teams image clean and their behavior in check. Yes of that lead to a relationship between the team and her although that was unknown to the public which was best for business said Stillwell.

So back to the main focus in time she was in a chair off to the side as John and Kevin or Homelander and The Deep was being interviewed before her and she was actively watching another interview with the other five partners silinently playing live with captions on as she worked on the laptop. "Here is my final questions your love life..." "Lets get to the juicier questions." Y/n rolled her e/c orbs at the statements they always asked to fuel the fires that lit in the horny bitches pants that lived and breathed to have the slim chance of fucking the seven members. Their was a set response to these questions they say their single and could never imagine settling down with so many people to protect blah blah blah. "Rumors are going around about the team falling for that pencil pusher assistant L/n so is it true?" The bubbles younge women asked the five of the seven members,but her eyes snapped up from reading the captions looking up at the differently phrases words."Word has been spreading g about a potential relationship with Ms.L/n care to shed some light on this?" Slowly moving Y/n turned up her volume slightly to her the live interview. "L/n is just a close influence in our lives,but she is only just our personal assistant that handles our affairs." John was the first to speak up smiling full of charm as Kevin's brown eyes widened slightly before he nodded along feeling the headed glare only a few yards away. "Y/n? She nobody really low ranking supe that need a place." Reggie said with a chuckle adjusting his blue and white shades as Maeve responded after. "Just our assistant that helps us out haha." She said nervously it was clear for someone that knew her and the h/c women knew her inside and out. The others only agreed with their statement and she closed her laptop and stood from her chair her eyes seeming to cut the two supes infront of her. Her face held no emotions as she leaned over to the PR Ashley and whispered something before turning on her heels and strutting out of the interview early. The team knew right then that they fucked up,but they were supes and the assistants lovers mad can she be?

The stone and steel of the vought table creaked under her hand that layed on top of the surface as the team sat at the table looking at her. "Why are you so angry,baby? You know we can't out our relationship." John spoke up as he looked at her a smirk pulled on his lips like he could do no wrong. "So by doing that you disrespect at my job a,d as a person oh that so much better,Johnathan really let me give you all a hand." Y/n clapped sarcastically as her hard gaze roughly panned over all of them. "Glad to know I'm nothing,but a joke to y'all."

Annie shook her head as she look up at her girlfriend in distress. "No n/n it wasn't like that it was j—" but shebwas cut off by the blonde male as he let out a emotionless laugh. "Yes its exactly what it looked like. Compared to us you are nothing without us you wouldn't have anything so yes you're nothing more then or little pencil pushing,bend over,order taking assistant nothing more." The room fell silent not a single sound heard and it stayed that why for a lifetime which was only a few minutes. "You all have a meeting with Ashley and Stillwell about up coming projects and I'll be taking a much deserved vacation away from you assholes. Take the time to forget about what we had." Y/n spoke deathly calm the eye of the storm making them all choke on a breath as the realization that this moment of silence will be broken with their unkempt rage as she walking with her head held up high out of the room and out of the building to her apartment. All hell broke loose as they supes caught up the same chapter in the book. She just broke up with them over their mistakes and was leaving them and they didn’t stop her. The room was in shambles and it barley reflected their pain and anger. Noir who was off to the side looked to the only other team member calm enough to listen as he signed to him.

"Its all our fault we pushed her away and brushed her all. Not even defending her and now she's out there looking for someone that won't make the same mistake we made that will hold on and won't let go" Grant or Translucent said for Noir as he look at the team rubbing a hand down his face balling up his fist as it went opast his chin. "Are we just gonna sit here and ponder or are we getting her?!" Maeve said as she stood up already rushing towards the double doors Kevin following after her. The seven broke off into groups of two while John was on his own since he could fly and see through buildings he'll notify the team quicker. The sun was setting on the supes face as he landed at the front door of her apartment opening the door with his copy of the key.

The whole space was clean and put togther the only evidence it wasn't a model apartment was the decorative pillows and the photos of the team separate and togther littered on the walls and shelves. Stepping deeper into the cluches of the pale walled living room he couldn't hear anyone inside ignoring this he kept going forward to the office it was empty and papers scattered on the marble desk yet none spilled to the floor with a sigh he moved on. The bedroom the clothes she was wearing a hour ago was balled up in the hamper the lid not closed and the closet door was wide open with the light on. Johns eyes did catch something that was purposely placed. A note.

'If I'm just your assistant than please keep this business casual. Relationships in the work place wow a HR nightmare. So I'm gonna find multiple someone's to fill the space...being a great fuck is a bonus tho.~

—The Seven

John crunched the paper up before pressing his comm telling his findings. They now had a idea where to find her a club and their is only one place open at this time. Supernova. They all rushed,but only after changing into civilian clothing cause suits meant business in the supe nightclub.

Back to Y/n~~

Walking through the doors Y/n immediately had eyes on her maybe because shr was normal it was like these supes can smell it and those that had a particular kink for normies where like a flock of birds and she was a new shiny toy. Perfect. Men and few women alike gravitated towards her as she stood at the bar ordering a glass of red wine. The first brave soul was a black haired man that had a cleanly shaved face. "Hey,doll. What's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?" He asked liking his lips as he looked at her cleavage. His tongue was forked like a lizard and on a closer look green scales were on his neck seeing to thin out in the front. "Why is anyone here? To get drunk and get fucked." She grinned.

The man groaned as he held her hips turning her away from the bar and pulled her close. A warm breeze passed against her shoulders and she saw two people a man and woman there. Both of them dawned blonde hair and blue eyes. Must be twins and from the looks of it where a small town heroes. "Now look at you two straight from a wet dream. Just gonna stand and watch or lead us all to a booth?" Togther they nodded and lead them to a large c shaped booth that should hold more than four,but it was best than those couches. Y/n was there to forget about the Seven and if it meant warming her bed for the night so be it. What she didn't expect was for the seven to walk through the doors and a certain translucent supe saw flickering with his powers. The others noticed and asked what was wrong. "They are touching what's ours!" Grant hissed in anger and the others followed his eyes and their own filling to the brim in jealous rage.

Anthony was the first to make it to the table removing the blonde man throwing him over the side of the leather booth. Annie and Maeve were next and grabbed the second twin the blonde seven tossing the girl to the waiting brunette that punched her lights out as Noir seemed to come up from nowhere knocking out the unconscious girls brother with the handle of his knife.

Grant was dragging the two away to another area for someone else's problem. Kevin grabbed the black haired serpent breaking the connection he had on his girlfriends lips his fist met his jaw repeatedly before pulling him around the curve of the c shaped bench and dropped him to the ground. The supe shook his head gaining his barings and spitting out blood that had collected in his mouth. Spitting it right on the boots of the sevens leader. The serpent hybrids eyes trailed up the jeaned pant legs to looking into the eyes of the devil himself. Blue and full of possessive jealously that his blood curdling smile over shadowed. "You shove that disgusting snake tongue down her throat and now you spit not at,but on my feet." John hummed and his eyes started to glow red his orbs fading.

As he was about to burn holes into his head a gental hand grabbed his chin and another rested on his arm. "Now Johnny boy not here. Behave and I'll come home and give ya a treat." Y/n purred into his ear and his eyes dimmed the man crawling away with his life in hand. "Good boy." She hummed kissing behind his ear making the blonde relax before wrapping his arms around her his face in her neck taking in the perfume he bought her. She was his. She was theirs and losing her today only proved that they wanted her more than anything even if it meant killing. Y/n might not be super,but she heard the distinct sound even over the music and mosns, skull cracking and brain matter meeting a thick boot. Noir.

"You're ours,darling. We know we fucked up,but seeing you gone and with them was nothing compared to you not being ours." Margaret brushed her h/c hair off of her shoulder gently playing with the strap of her dress as a four hand went to hold the side of her chest just under her arms. "Ours we'll scream it if we have to. Ours to touch." Kevin said his fingers teasing the lace. "Ours to hold." John hummed his arms still around her. "Ours to kiss." Grant kissed her shoulder blade. "Ours to please." Annie uncharacteristically grabbed at her exposed thigh massaging the flesh. "Ours to tease." Anthony nipped at her earlobe. "Ours to love." Noir said lastly his hand sliding down her back resting at the small of it above John's arms.

Y/n smiled her e/c orbs full of lust and passion coated in love for the suoes around her. She wasn't just the assistant. She was theirs as much as they were hers.

"And mine to fuck."

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A/n: hope ya liked it never did suck a large poly and fuck I don't know Translucent at all so many of them are out of character.

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Name: Iyla Devar Species: Fury Occupation: Owner (A New You Inn & Spa) Age: 124 Years Old (Looks about 27) Played By: SB Face Claim: Simone Ashley

"Well let's face it, who on earth besides antique dealers and gay couples actually still give dinner parties?"

After years of trying to conceive, her parents finally had their perfect little princess in 1899, just in time for the turn of the century. They wanted to give Iyla the world on a silver platter. Little did they know, that little girl would demand the platter be made of gilded platinum, not something as easily tarnished as silver. 

As long as she could remember, Iyla was the center of attention. The sparkling diamond of her parents’ eyes, Iyla never longed for anything, except maybe more. With a snap of her fingers, a servant would arrive with at least five options for whatever was asked, knowing full well they would have to return with another selection. The first was never good enough, of course. Not for precious, perfect Iyla.

She watched her parents live a life of luxury, boasting one of the largest estates in Los Angeles, throwing parties and attending movie screenings, movies that were so much longer than a nickelodeon and so much more exclusive. Then, while the rest of the country fell into recession and traded their glittering gowns for utilitarian war uniforms, the Devars remained untouched. Pristine. It was almost too good to be true, though Iyla never batted an eye. She simply assumed they were magically lucky. Why on earth would she think anything different?  

Glittering parties, ever-flowing gin, the electric thrum of a good trumpet, it was hard not to get caught up in the American Jazz Age. By 1926, Iyla had cemented her own place among the elite. Iyla’s parents even bought her her own speakeasy, hidden underground off Sunset Boulevard. She had an immaculate social circle hanging on her every word, except for the one person who truly mattered: Tomas Reynard. Though Iyla threw endless soirees, Tomas never attended. He always had another engagement, or was out of town on business, or some other excuse. They were ships passing in the night, star crossed lovers. He, from a less than ideal background, the bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks who had made his own way in the world and she, the priceless diamond of Beverly Hills. It was simply meant to be. 

So Iyla set out to throw the party to end all parties. People would speak of this gala for decades, and it would finally catch the attention of her prized Tomas. Infectious music swirled around the speakeasy from the jazz band she’d flown in from New Orleans, gin was flowing, her parents had paid off the local cops to turn the other cheek, everything was perfect. And then, he walked in. Tomas, followed by his usual gang, filtered into the space and Iyla’s mind damn near went blank. All she saw was Tomas. Not the flames licking at the corner of the bar, not the screaming as the footlights began exploding from the rising heat, not even her best friend desperately calling her name to get the hell out of dodge. 

In a matter of seconds, Iyla’s world crashed around her. She’d waited too long, hoping to see Tomas get to safety. She was trapped, a venomous rage broiling up inside her as she alone watched the smoke and flames close her in, trapping her amongst the glittering wreckage. In her last, labored breaths, Iyla promised Tomas she would find him in the next life, and that everyone responsible for keeping them apart in this one would burn.

Character Facts:

Personality: Amicable, shallow, eloquent, vain, temperamental, confident, determined

Loves name brands. Iyla has an entire closet dedicated just to designer handbags. She tends to have a vendetta against those who counterfeit bags, especially Gucci.

Iyla doesn’t particularly enjoy being a fury. She wants her revenge, of course, but she doesn’t much care about helping others find theirs, at least not in an altruistic sense. Therefore, she tends to play fast and loose with her clientele, using their vengeance as a stepping stone to her own.

She finds Wicked’s Rest incredibly dull, but tries her hardest to bring some life and class to the place. She organizes yearly galas for charity and lives for a good masquerade ball.

Has hired a private investigator to find Tomas. While they haven’t been successful finding him or his descendants, they have been able to find some of those who were in attendance at the infamous dumpster fire of a party.