#Hope I did it justice

[andthendk]

Tribute piece for @xaphrin, you are keeping me ALIVE with A Dragon's Hoard 🥹😭💕Love you queen ✨✨

oh and this is the [before] sketch lmao iphone memo's seen better days...

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[fear-is-truth]

This is because of something that happened w one of Ur Kai bots but:

Putting a cross/rosary in Kai's mouth to shut him up and humble him because he always thinks he's God. Then telling him off in the same vein as telling him you love him.

Do with this as you will.

you’re straddling kai’s lap, as your lips smashed against his, hard and unyielding. his hands are gripping your thighs possessively, always ready to remind you who’s in charge. as you break the kiss, you see that familiar, arrogant glint in his eyes, his mouth parting like he’s about to throw out some smartass remark. but before he can speak, you reach into your pocket, pulling out the rosary.

in one swift motion, you loop it over his mouth, winding it tight like a gag, silencing him instantly. the tiny cross presses against his lips as you pull it taut, forcing his head back slightly. kai’s eyes flash with shock, then fury, but he stays still, jaw clenched, muscles tense. but beneath it all, there’s that twisted admiration he always had when you pushed back. and he’s daring you to push further. you lean in, lips brushing the side of his cheek.

“you always think you’re god, don’t you?” you whisper, “always so sure you’re above everyone, untouchable.”

his left eye twitches, but he doesn’t make a sound, just glares at you with that fire in his eyes. you feel his body tense beneath you, muscles coiling. but you keep the rosary tight, fingers firm around the chain as you pull it taut, forcing his head back a little more.

“but here’s the thing,” you continue, your tone softening just enough to twist the knife. “i love you, kai. but you don’t own me. you’ll never be above me.”

you can feel the unmistakable shift—the hardening against your thigh. the tug-of-war for power between you always had that effect on him.

kai hated losing control—but god, he loved you for it

[jjkeremika]

excited and exhausted

reader x erwin, armin, sasha, hange, levi

description: reader playing the card game “excited and exhausted” with Attack on Titan people

inspiration: anonymous; requested: reader playing the card game excited and exhausted with erwin, armin, sasha, hange, levi

disclaimer/warning(s): nsfw; reader gender not specified so i tried to make it as gn! as possible but could be fem!-leaning?; hange is they/them; licking; lap dance

erwin

you inhaled deeply and bit at the inside of your bottom lip as you watched erwin’s large hands reach for the blue card. you licked your lips as he raised it to his eyeline, noticed the veins and ligaments and tendons in his hand and forearm from his tight hold.

the breathy exhale from his lips soothed your nerves, massaged out the breath you held. “lick your partner below to waist or drink once.”

the leap in your stomach acted without restraint, bubbled into a smile as erwin’s long arms were reaching for your thighs. he pulled you closer, moved one hand to cover your entire exposed calf and held it into the air, right near his face.

the hot breath travelled up the skin, spurred goosebumps and tiny hairs to stand at the sensation as it crawled towards your knee and down your thigh. erwin’s piercing irises stayed tethered to yours as he pressed the lightest kiss to the thin skin of your ankle.

with one hand rolling your cropped pants higher and the second grasped onto your thin ankle, he poked his tongue out, let the hot, wet textured organ slither and slide around the ankle bone, towards the dips in the muscles to your knee.

the red blush on your cheeks was encouraging as erwin’s hands found their way towards your upper thigh and hip, as his tongue reached the crook of your knee and he couldn’t help but sink his teeth into the soft flesh at the helpless gasp from your lips.

the reflex kicked your leg away from his grasp, but his hand instantly reached out, bringing your thigh back to his check and letting his mouth roam towards your crotch. you felt him smile through his open mouth at your melodic giggle.

“what else can i lick?,” he murmured against your upper thigh, the sentence tickling the sensitive thick skin. his tough arms wrapped around both thighs, held you close to his nose. he glanced up, winked cheekily, before letting his tongue explore your heated intimacy.

armin

armin’s cheeks were rouge when you pulled the card game from the bag, and the squirming ensued after reading the rules only exacerbated his mutual excitement and embarrassment at playing and exploring a side he kept hidden even to himself.

you went first, giggled as you noted how much more red armin’s cheeks were compared to the pink card. “take off one item of clothing or drink once.”

having the card near your face did you a disservice, because armin could visibly see the deep blush take settlement. he was about to speak, to tell you not to worry about it, to pick another card like the considerate, courteous gentleman he strived to be—but you had already dropped the card to the table and brought your hands to the hem of your shirt.

his breath audibly hitched, and armin blushed with hot blood as he covered his lap with his palm. he felt he should look away, but he couldn’t take his eyes off your bare chest, his pupils glued to the nipples matching his stare.

his mind was blank as you leaned forward slightly, as his eyes comprehended the closing distance between you. “your turn.” the hum of your voice was usually soothing, but right now it was grasping hold onto his skin, pulling him closer to you.

“i, um.” his pupils were scanning your torso, absorbing the detail to memory. the adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “yeah.” he blindly picked up a new card, couldn’t spare any attention from you to mind the card. “stick your hand…” each word was slow, laced with a growing arousal. “in your partner’s underwear…”

armin felt his erection battling both his jeans and his palm, moaned slightly into the sentence at the sudden pressure from the growth. “for two minutes…” he finally made eye contact with you. “or drink twice.”

you smiled impurely. “by all means,” you murmured, lifting the band off your waist, raising an eyebrow suggestively. armin relented to the temptation, eagerly reached for you, drool poking onto his lip.

sasha

once the laughter softened and you watched sasha take a swing of her canned beverage, you picked up the next card. you inched your leg closer to hers, felt the heat colluding between.

“drink if you’re the best kisser,” you spoke softly, like raising your voice would break the moment. you made eye contact, coyly hid your face behind the blue card.

sasha smirked knowingly. “well,” she leaned in and lowered her voice, “i feel like—” the light pink hue on her cheeks made your heart flutter. you glanced at her lips. “—we need to compare first.”

she kept her lips pursed, a tiny smirk at the corners. you watched her irises flick to your lips too. sasha continued, ignoring her brown hair as it fell against her cheek, not worth sparing any attention from you.

“is that okay?” she asked you directly, her palm hesitantly hovering over your jaw. her pink blush and shy smile contrasted her confident question, and your lungs couldn’t bear the heat of the air shared between you. “can i kiss you now?”

the words were lost on you, and after a second you nodded. a nod so slight if sasha’s focus weren’t intently on you maybe she wouldn’t have noticed.

her hand collapsed onto your jaw and she lurched forward, practically moving into your lap as her lips met yours. time felt still as sasha surrounded your lap with her thighs, teasingly bounced and sucked the air from your chest.

as quickly as she kissed you she pulled away, the ghost of her lips a faint tingle, the heat from her proximity still stimulating the tissue. her forehead rested against yours, could feel her hot breath swirling with yours.

“you’re definitely better,” she whispered, the disturbance pushing air against the still tickled skin. she looked at you, cross-eyed from just how close you were. “but we should keep going…” her lips were brushing yours, the sensitive tissue tingling. “just to be sure.”

hange

maybe you were a little jealous of their glasses, for sitting so cleanly and nicely on their face, for the way they were constantly touching and resetting the wire to sit properly and comfortably.

hange pushed their glasses up the bridge of their nose and presented the card: “act out any sex position you want to try or drink twice.”

the bottom frame of the glasses covered the awkward blush, but the shy glance to the side was on display, accentuated by the lens. the lick of their lips turned into a bite to relieve tension, and you found yourself heating up and your heart beating faster at the idea.

their curiosity always got the better of them. “actually there is one i’ve been thinking about…” hange reached for your wrists before pausing, reflecting, and settled one onto your lower thigh instead, just above your knee. “may i?”

their sparkling eyes peaked over the frame. you nodded, breathed out, “where do you want me?” and sat up eagerly, body itching to be molded. their smile was enchanting, their addiction to exploration coming to life.

“on your back on the couch,” they answered, voice heavy, contrasting the light in their eyes. you heard a soft, “please,” as you rested back, swooned as hange’s hands rearranged your legs around their hips as they crouched over you.

you brought your hand to their cheek, touched the stem of their glasses to keep them from falling. you thought of closing the gap between you.

you tilted your head slightly. “you look nice like this,” hange complimented in an awkward boldness, flicked their attention from your eyes to your lips, “i-i mean, you always look nice, but—”

levi

levi insisted you read your card first. he brushed your forearm with two fingers absentmindedly as he stared around the room—felt too hot to look right at you.

you hid your face with your palm after reviewing the prompt. “give your partner a lap dance or drink once.” you reciprocated the lack of eye contact, found it hard to lift your stare from the card and redirect your attention from the rumble in your belly.

the shuffling and bending in the couch cushion brought your attention to the shifting body before you. the short man was starting to stand, the lifted weight off the couch making the cushion you sat on feel lighter.

then his hands were on your thighs, dragging you onto your tailbone and low back so your crotch was presented to the air. his firm grip dug into the undersides of your knees, pushed back until your kneecaps were above your shoulder blades.

your lips were parted, eyes just about quadrupled in size. “wh-wha— levi, i—”

his eyes were calm, soothed the nervousness at his sudden action. “baby,” he cooed, exhaled in amusement. levi leaned into you, nosing around your ears and neck as he brought one knee to the couch. “i’m just doing what the card said.”

your heart stopped beating as the blood settled on your skin once you watched and felt levi’s crotch rhythmically dip into yours, blushed furiously once his bulge barely graced your presented crotch.

“levi!” you squealed at the feeling of his tongue against your nape, closed your eyes because the sight was unraveling your guts and burning your insides. “it was my card!”

his shirt was discarded to the floor. levi took your hand and guided it to his savannah hot, sculpted abdomen. he thrusted his hips back towards yours, wiggled slightly for the performance factor, smiled widely as your fingers dipped into the ridges.

your hand stopped exploring his abs, stayed close like a ghost once levi’s beloved stare was demanding yours. he grunted with rhythmic grinds against your hip, spoke between exerted breaths and a naughty smirk, “oh, i was just obeying orders.”

[pokemonifying-posts]

this is one of my favorite photos of my cat even if you don’t get to it it’s okay bc at least you have seen her

This CAT was POKEMON-IFIED

[avianii]

a rendered @calkale sketch <3

[gael-garcia]

يد إلهية Divine Intervention (2002), dir. Elia Suleiman

watch

[c-t-r-l14]

“Marlboros, Choco-Vanillia Lattes with pralines, Vivienne Westwood, Tyler The Creator, MF Doom, Leather Jackets, Doc Martens and the stars.

Elias’ favorite things never change.

It was so cool for someone like me, who keeps changes their mind.”

[nightmateria]

isn't it laughable?  how many times have we loved and betrayed  trapped in this endless cycle  isn't it ironic?  to find peace and completion right here  look at me all that's left is my twisted self screaming soundlessly in the pits of despair  please come back  and stop searching for the answer

for @bladesmercy's fic The Fear of Falling Stars

[daenysthedreamer101]

Youngest Original ~ TVDU

Ch 10 - Dangerous Liaisons

Mikaelson!OC

Warnings: none/ a little Stefan x Kassie moment?

A/N: the og title of the episode was too iconic I couldn't change it

Masterlist

October 2010

"I haven't written in this diary since 1996. With good reason though. I was daggered. For 15 years I exited between dream and reality. My mind was in limbo and I could do nothing about it. I was at the mercy of my brother and his whims. I've only been awake for a little over a month and already I find myself itching to get away from Klaus.

Mother is also back. Somehow. I don't like it. I don't trust her. She is up to something, I know it. But the others seem to not notice. Except for Elijah. I think I can convince him. He will believe me. 

She spoke to me about him. She told me that I needed to let him go for my own good and that I had been wasting time waiting for him to return. When she said that...it felt like she ripped open all the wounds in my heart and poured salt all over them. It felt worse than when I was daggered.

I know he is alive. I know it. 

Tomorrow evening I will have to attend a ball Mother has organized. She claims it's in honor of our family being reunited. But...I don't know. I just can't believe she forgave Klaus so easily after what he did to her. 

Oh, did I not mention? Klaus is the one who killed her. Not our father...I know she's planning something. I just have to find out what."

~

"Are you going with me or not?" Bekah asked as she entered Kassie's room. 

"Of course I am. Just need to put on some shoes." Kassie replied as she grabbed a pair of heeled Chanel boots from her closet. 

She was dressed in black boot-cut jeans and a black turtleneck. Over that, she wore a black Vivien Westwood blazer. 

Where were they going? Well to stalk Elena Gilbert, of course. Once Rebekah was awakened, she told Kassie how, on the day of the homecoming dance (the same day Kassie was brought back by Klaus) Elena stabbed her in the back with a dagger. 

Naturally, Kassie was pissed and volunteered to help Bekah get her lick back. 

They found themselves in front of the Mystic Falls Ambulance as they waited for the doppelganger to exit it. After some time, they finally heard her voice. She was with Matt Donovan, the mortal Rebekah had a crush on, apparently.

~

"Get home safe," Matt said to Elena and left. 

The girl got inside her car and turned it on. She started reverse parking but seemed to hit something. She got out of the car, worried she hit someone. At the foot of her trunk, she saw someone lying on the ground. 

"Oh my god!" Elena gasped and rushed over to the person. 

She gently touched them and turned their head only to be met with the face of one Kassandra Mikaelson. Her bright blue eyes opened and met Elena's and a wicked smile appeared on the vampire's face. Elena immediately recoiled from Kassandra. 

"Well hello, darling. It seems you should work on your reverse parking. You could've killed someone." The vampire said as she got up and was now face to face with Elena.

"Kassandra...what do you want?" Elena asked as she looked around the dark parking lot. 

"Me? Just out for a night stroll. Don't worry about me, little doe. I'm not the one you should be scared of." She remarked and Elena couldn't help but shudder. Kassandra grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around.

"Drive much?" Rebekah, who appeared of out nowhere, commented. The blonde grabbed Elena by the throat and slammed her against the car.

"Surprised? You drove a dagger through my back, Elena! It hurt." Rebekah hissed and was about to bite Elena's neck when something pushed Rebekah away. It was Elijah. 

He held his sister by her throat and told her to leave. Rebekah pushed his hand away. "Are you challenging me?" He questioned.

"You're pathetic. Both of you." The blonde said and vanished. 

"God, Elijah. You just can't let a girl have some fun." Kassandra commented from behind Elena. The girl jumped and gasped while the vampire just chuckled. 

"Kassandra. I expected better from you." Elijah remarked as he got between Elena and his sister. 

Kassandra rolled her eyes while crossing her arms. "Well, I'm glad you think so highly of me, brother." 

Then her eyes fell on Elena, who couldn't help but cower under Kassandra's intense gaze. "It's nothing personal, love, I just needed to let some steam off since I've been feeling quite...restless lately."

After a moment of silence, she added  "Actually, it is personal because you stabbed my sister in the back!" Kassandra moved toward Elena, but Elijah stopped her. 

A shiver went down Elena's spine as Kassandra hissed in her direction, her fangs on full display. Elena had seen many vampire faces but something about the Original's faces froze her blood.

"Enough! Kassandra, go home." Elijah reprimanded his youngest sister who was still staring angrily at the doppelganger. 

The Original finally listened to her brother and backed off. The fangs and black veins disappeared but her blue eyes still stared coldly at Elena. Elena could feel her heart beating wildly against her ribs. 

Kassandra seemed to notice this as well. "You're scared...Good." She remarked with a smirk and turned to leave. 

"Oh, and If I were you, I'd sleep with one eye open." She added, and in a second she was gone.

"Well, I believe we have a little catching up to do," Elijah said and Elena gave an exasperated look.

The next day

All of the Mikaelson siblings were in the lounge room - Rebekah was getting her nails painted, Finn and Kol were getting their suits tailored, and Elijah was...cleaning his shoes? Kassie was on the opposite side of the couch from Bekah and was filing her nails. She preferred doing her nails by herself. She had a habit of being a little bit of a micromanaging freak.

"Rebekah. Tell me how handsome I am." Kol demanded as he looked at his sister through the mirror.

"Oh, Kol. You know I can't be compelled." Bekah responded and this earned a chuckle from the rest of the siblings. 

"Kassie?" Kol turned to his other sister. 

"You look handsome, Kol," Kassie replied flatly, not even looking up from her nails. 

"But you're not even looking at me!" Kol remarked. She looked up for a split second and repeated herself. 

Then, Klaus burst into the room and questioned Bekah and Kassie for going after Elena. 

"Here we go," Rebekah remarked as she looked up at Klaus. Kassie glanced at her furious brother from the side of her eye. 

"Do you want another dagger in your heart?" Klaus threatened. 

"Again with the dagger threats? Don't you have any other tricks?" Kol commented. 

"Oh, go back to staring at yourself." Klaus hissed at Kol. 

Kassie rolled her eyes. "God, you're such a hypocrite" She murmured under her breath. 

This caught Klaus's attention because he snapped his head in her direction. "What did you just say?" 

"I said, Oh my god, you are such a hypocrite!" Kassie repeated loud and clear. 

"How dare you-"

"Ah, ah, ah! No! You have been silencing me for centuries. Not anymore. You're the first person in this family to use and promote violence when it benefits your goals and you're the first one to go after someone and take revenge when you feel slighted. 

But when we want to do the same thing, we're not allowed cause it goes against your grand plans. Well, I don't care about your stupid plans. Besides, Elijah stopped us before we could do anything so no need to get your knickers in a twist."

Klaus was fuming and the only thing missing was steam coming out of his ears. He walked closer to her. "You little-"

She quickly got up and stared him down. "Look me in the eye and tell me what I just said isn't true."

"Instead of pretending to know anything about my plans why don't you go back to moping around and pining after your dead lover." Klaus taunted.

The room was dead silent. Nobody moved. It was like time itself stopped. Elijah and Finn exchanged worried looks while Rebekah and Kol stared at Klaus in disbelief. He was not to be mentioned. Ever. It was an unspoken rule and Klaus just broke it after 900 years. 

Kassandra looked shocked and a flash of pain danced across her face but she bounced back. "Ad hominem, brother. I thought you knew the rules of rhetoric. You seem a bit rusty. Perhaps you should brush up on Aristotle." 

Before Klaus could respond their mother intervened all of a sudden and beckoned Klaus into a nearby room. "Enough! Niklaus. Come."

 "Kassie, are you ok?" Bekah asked gently. 

Kassie stood in the middle of the room frozen, thinking about Nik's words. "I don't mope around..." She murmured and quickly left the room, her dark curls bouncing behind her.

~

One more hour until the ball. Kassie was already dressed, with make-up and hair done to perfection. Yet, she felt incomplete; she felt like something was missing. Looking at herself in the mirror, she tried to find what was wrong and then realized. 

She quickly locked the door to her room, making sure no one would disturb her. She scrambled to her closet, knelt, and brought out her diary chest. Alongside her diaries, there was also a small wooden box. Picking it up, a thought appeared in her mind - "What would the others think? Is this the right move?"

But then, she remembered how Klaus insulted her mere hours ago and how her Mother reopened her wounds only days ago. No, I will do this. I no longer care what they think.

With a deep breath, she opened the box. 

~

Kassandra was nowhere to be found. Mother instructed him to find her. Using his supernatural hearing, Elijah scanned the house - Kol and Rebekah were talking in the hallway, Finn and Mother were...somewhere and he couldn't hear them, which only raised his suspicions and Klaus was on the couch. 

Kassandra, from what he could hear, was in her bedroom. Speeding up the stairs, he stopped in front of her door and took hold of the door handle, only to find the door locked. Gently knocking on the door, he called for her. 

"Kassandra. It's me. Mother wished for all of us to gather in the living room."

Seconds later, the door was unlocked and opened. In front of him stood his sister, in all her immortal beauty. She was dressed in a beautiful, long gown of blue velvet; the underbust, forearms, and waist were covered in many a pearl. 

Her dark curls were pulled back and braided into a bun. Around her neck was a stunning choker with six rows of pearls and a big oval sapphire in the center. On her ears were small sapphire studs. XXX

He was in awe. "Darling, you look...magnificent, simply brilliant."

She offered him a shy smile and a little chuckle. "Why thank you, brother." She said and did a small curtsy. "You don't look so bad yourself." She added. 

With a smile, Elijah offered his arm. "Shall we?"

She linked her arms around his and at that moment, something caught Elijah's eye - the shimmery blue gem on Kassandra's hand. She hasn't worn it since... 

"What is she up to?" Elijah thought but held his tongue. 

~

"Don't you look exquisite?" Kol commented as they walked toward the main hall where the ball was being held. 

Kassie rolled her eyes playfully. "You always have something to say, don't you?"

Kol smirked and offered his arm. "What else am I supposed to do with a beautiful sister like you?" 

"Flattery will get you so far, brother," Kassie remarked as they entered the main hall. 

Dozens of people in formal suits and gowns were scattered across the room, talking to each other with champagne in hand. An orchestra was playing a classical piece that sounded familiar. Yet, Kassie had no time to ponder on the music before she and Kol bumped into Carol Lockwood, the town mayor, who was talking to Damon Salvatore. 

 "Mayor Lockwood. We haven't formally met. Kol Mikaelson." Kol introduced himself and kissed Carol's hand. 

"May I introduce my sister, Kassandra Mikaelson." Kol introduced Kassie as she shook hands with Carol. 

"Pleasure to meet you. And this is my friend, Damon Salvatore." Carol introduced the blue-eyed vampire to the Originals. 

"Yes, we've met before," Kassandra commented as she shook hands with Damon. 

Kol was already bored, Kassie could tell. "Excuse us. There are many more people to greet." Kassie said and the two siblings started walking away, just as Elena Gilbert walked in. 

"Doppelgangers and their love triangles," Kassie thought as she observed how smitten Damon seemed with Elena. 

Kassandra found herself standing on the stairs, below Kol and above Elijah. With her right hand, she held a glass of champagne and with her left, she held onto the stair railing. She observed as Finn talked to the Gilbert girl. 

"Strange," she thought; Finn was never one to go up and talk to random people. 

"If everyone could gather, please," Elijah announced to the entire hall. Finn excused himself and quickly found his way up the stairs. He stood below Rebekah. 

Elijah went on to say how a dance was in order and asked everyone to find a partner. "Shoot. Who am I dancing with?" Kassie thought with panic as her family started descending the stairs. 

She was in such deep thought, that she failed to notice Kol offering his arm. "Kassie!" 

"What? Oh, thank you, Kol." She said and grabbed her brother's arm and they walked down the stairs. 

"What is going on in that pretty head of yours, doll? You seem distracted." Kol commented as they walked toward the dance floor.

Kassie shook her head. "Nothing, just don't know who to dance with." 

"Ah, there you are! Kassandra, it seems Stefan lacks a dancing partner. Would you like to dance with him?" Carol Lockwood asked, appearing out of nowhere while the Salvatore begrudgingly stood next to her. 

"I would, yes," Kassie responded. Better him than someone else. 

~

Kassandra put her left arm on Stefan's shoulder and connected her right hand with his. They, alongside the other couples, started dancing. This was her first time being so close to him. In the 1920s he spent most of his time with Bekah or Klaus, rarely talking to her; though to be fair this was mostly her fault as she avoided him. 

"You look beautiful, I must admit." His gentle voice broke her out of her thoughts. She felt blood rushing up into her cheeks. When was the last time she was in the hands of a handsome man? She doesn't remember.

"Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself." She said, returning the compliment. 

As they danced, they outstretched their arms while holding each other's hands. Stefans's gaze fell on the sapphire on her left hand. He doesn't remember her wearing such a ring in the twenties. 

"That's a pretty ring." He commented as he pulled her closer. 

She averted her gaze, catching a glimpse of Klaus dancing with Caroline. "Yeah, it is." She murmured. 

"Where did you get it?" 

"...It was a long time ago," Kassie responded quietly, not excited to talk about her potentially dead husband. 

"Was it a gift?" He asked and she simply nodded. "From who?"

She sighed and unknowingly squeezed his shoulder. "From someone near and dear to my heart." 

Stefan noted the pain in her voice and hummed. "Where are they now?"

Finally, she looked back at him - A storm of emotions brewing in her eyes - anger, grief, anguish and so much more. One thousand years worth of sorrow were swimming in her bright gaze. 

"I...don't know." 

He then spun her around and with that, she was gone, in her place, now stood Elena. 

After the dance, Kassie found herself all alone. She was sat in a remote corner chugging down champagne. She had no friend in the stupid town, no one to talk to. Maybe Rebekah, but she was with Kol, somewhere. 

Maybe I'll go outside for some fresh air, she thought as she got up. Right as she turned around the corner, she bumped into someone - Caroline Forbes, one of Elena's friends. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you." The blonde apologized quickly. 

"It's alright...I like your hair." Kassie said.

"Oh thank you! You look gorgeous as well!" 

Kassie smiled. She has forgotten how it felt to be friendly with other people besides her family. Caroline left to go outside and Kassie almost went after her but then heard her name being called.

She turned around to find Elijah standing at the end of the hall. She quickly walked toward him, her velvet gown dragging across the marble floor. He pulled her into the same corner she was sitting in minutes ago. 

"Lijah? Is everything alright?"

"I just had a moment with Elena. She went upstairs to talk to Mother. I have a feeling Mother is...onto something. I asked Elena to relay their conversation once it's done."

"And you trust her?" Kassie asked with a raised brow. 

"Why shouldn't I?"

Kassie rolled her eyes. "Seriously, Elijah. The last time you trusted her, she stabbed you in the heart with a dagger! She and her stupid group of friends want nothing more than to get rid of all of us! I have no idea why you put so much trust in her."

This gave Elijah food for thought. 

"Plus, Finn's been acting strange," Kassie added as she looked over her shoulder.

"How so?" 

"I don't know. He's been ignoring me all evening. I would expect it from Klaus, but not him. He's never been so cold toward me." 

Elijah hummed. "I'll keep an eye on him as well, I suppose." 

"What do you need me to do?" 

Elijah sighed. "Try and keep Rebekah and Kol out of trouble. You know Mother's rules." 

Kassie nodded. "I'm onto it."

~

All the attendees were now in the main hall. A round of champagne was served. Kassandra stood next to Kol and Finn. A waiter passed by with three glasses. Finn took one for himself and gave one to her. 

"For you, sister." He said, which was the first time he spoke to her that night. 

"Thank you." She said and took the glass. She smelled it. It seemed like normal Rosé. 

From atop the stairs, Mother gave a speech about how happy she was her family was reunited. 

"Cheers!" Mother said, raising her glass. Everyone else followed suit. 

Kol was the first one to drink it. Finn was second. Kassie hesitated, but it seemed that Finn noticed. 

"Won't you drink the toast, sister?" Finn asked. 

"I've drunk enough and maybe even too much this evening," Kassie remarked. 

"One sip won't hurt." Finn insisted. 

Kassie looked down at the pink drink and hesitantly took a sip. It tasted like regular champagne though something in it left a strange aftertaste in her mouth. 

~

"....he gave you five seconds of attention? Don't be so predictable, Rebekah."

"You don't have to be rude about it. Just leave him be, okay?"

"What's happening?" Kassandra's voice rang clear as she approached Kol and Bekah. 

Kol sighed and rolled his eyes. "What do you want? Elijah sent you here, didn't he?" Kol groaned, his voice laced with annoyance. 

Kassie looked him up and down, her brows furrowed. "Excuse me. What's with the attitude?" 

"Kol is just being an arse. Let's go." Bekah said, grabbing Kassie's arm, set on leaving the scene. 

"Rebekah chickened out, that's what happened." Kol hissed. 

"Chickened out of what?" Kassie asked. Kol proceeded to explain their plan of killing Matt. 

"Seriously?" Kassie sighed and pinched her nose. 

"No. You're not killing anyone. Kol, just leave him alone. You know Mother's rules." Kassie said sternly and left alongside Rebekah. 

~

Almost half an hour had passed since Kassie last saw Kol and she was nervous he was going to do something. She split from Bekah and told her she would go upstairs to search for him. Bekah went to search for Matt.

Just as she was climbing up the stairs, Matt Donovan came into view. His back was turned to her and he seemed to be walking toward a balcony. Damn this dress, she thought as the heavy velvet gown drug across the floor. She wasn't able to use her vampire speed in front of all the humans roaming the halls. 

She walked briskly, her white heels clicking against the marble floor as she neared the balcony. Focusing on her vampire hearing, she could hear Kol's voice as he introduced himself to Matt. From the sounds she was hearing, he was crushing Matt's hand. Damn it! 

"Hey, hey, easy on the hand. The guy's a quarterback."  The voice of Damon Salvatore rang in her ears. 

"ENOUGH!" Kassandra's clear voice but through the night air. 

All three men looked at her - Kol was crushing Matt's hand, Matt was kneeling on the floor and Damon was to her right, looking at her like she spoiled his fun.

"Kol, let him go! Now!" She commanded her brother in their mother tongue. 

Kol looked outraged that she was commanding him but something in her eyes told him he wouldn't like the alternative. He clicked his tongue, rolled his eyes, and sighed dramatically but eventually released Matt's hand.

"Well, what are you doing? Help him and get out of here! Both of you!" Kassie commanded Damon. 

Giving her one last look, Damon helped Matt stand up and the two walked away. Kassie turned her attention to her brother and gave him a disappointed look. 

She tsked. "Why did you do that!?" 

Her brother avoided her eyes, his gaze fixed on the marble floor. 

"Kol. You're not a child. So why do you act like one?"

"...Just shut up." He spat and walked away, leaving her alone on the balcony. She sighed and walked over to the railing. Looking down, she saw Elena and her band of friends leaving the party. 

~

Elena looked up and locked eyes with Kassandra. A shiver went down her spine as the Original stared her down. There was a certain vitriol in her eyes that Elena knew was directed explicitly at her. Something told Elena that Kassandra specifically would be difficult to get rid of. 

~

Taglist: @ashaluuler

[ghostlychief]

I am on my hands and knees BEGGING for a Joel and Ellie type relationship with Captain John Price and reader oneshot (and fic recs if anyone knows of any). Like the found family shit, I live for it. 😭

thanks for requesting! hope you enjoy

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John Price/reader; Joel and Ellie type relationship

wc: 800+

warnings: none

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You were running. You don’t think you’ve ever run this fast before in your life, but you had to get away. Your lungs were on fire, and your shins ached as you pushed yourself further through the forest.

Unfortunately, you could still hear the footsteps of the infected behind you. You frantically looked around looking for any hiding spot you could find some respite from your marathon.

Your eyes caught sight of some sort of crevasse in the ground, which was partly covered by the large roots of the tree it was under.

Bingo.

You sprinted in that direction, and slide yourself under the roots and brush. Tucking your knees up against your chest you waited for them to find you.

Though, that moment never came. You sighed and leaned your head back, finally catching your breath.

You reach in your pack digging around in it and you realize you’re running low on supplies. You didn’t really want to leave the confines this burrow, but you knew you had to keep going.

Lifting yourself out of the hole, you quietly step out of the cover, and look around, listening for any signs of the infected near you. You seem to be in the clear, they must have moved on.

You had a general idea of where you were going, but you took our map out just in case. You’re trying your best not to make any noise as you continue through the woods. You’re hoping to come across a road which will hopefully lead to a town.

You may have been walking for 30 minutes or so when you hear a screech off into the distance. By now, you know damn well who made that sound and sweat drips down your temple. You put your map away and take out your hand gun.

Your aim was still more or less shit, but hey, it provided you with some semblance of comfort.

The screeching gets louder and louder and before you know it, you’re running again. Every once in a while, you glance back to see if they’re still following, and yup, they are.

You were looking behind you now, and still running at a full sprint, when you slam into something hard. At first you think it’s a tree, but you realize it moved when you hit it, so definitely not a tree.

You hear, “What the fuck?”

You look up to see a man with a beard glaring down at you. He’s tall, maybe 6’2, and he has this sort of roughness about him that oddly leaves you feeling safe. He looks like he’s in his mid-forties.

“What where you’re going, yeah?” He’s still glaring at you but you don’t care.

You probably look crazy but you grasp him by the shoulders and scream, “They’re coming! Please, they’re coming.”

You see him look behind you and when his eyebrows quirk up you know that he’s seen them. Meaning, it’s only a matter of time before they reach you and this man.

“Get behind me.”

You start to say, “But-,” though he cuts you off, and with a sterner tone says, “Get behind me.”

You fight the urge to scoff but listen to the stranger, and you place yourself behind him. He slightly outstretches his arm, as if blocking you from standing beside him or in front and he raises his rifle up. You failed to notice he had one to begin with.

As the infected pour into the clearing, the loud shot of the rifle pierce through the woods, bullet after bullet as this man takes down the clan of infected.

“Damn, you really know how to shoot. Can you teach me by any chance?” He glances back at you, and your pistol is resting in your palm ad you have a hopeful smile on your face.

Making sure there’s no more infected, he finally turns around to face you. “How old are you kid?” The glare is back in his eyes as he talks down to you.

You glower back at him, “Old enough to have a gun.”

He has the audacity to scoff, “Doubt it.”

He places his hands on his hips and you hear him let out a long drawn-out sigh. “Who are you with?”

You just shake your head, “No one. I’m on my own.”

He curses under his breath.

Before he can say anything else, you jump to say, “Is there any chance you could help me get supplies? Please, I just need to get some more water and matches. Then I’ll be out of your hair.” He lets out another sigh.

This man really likes to sigh, you think.

He shifts on his feet, contemplating your ask. “Fine. But then we’re done.”

You grant him a big smile, “What’s your name?”

His gruff voice trails across the air, “Price. I go by Price.” --

[trulytiredhermit]

Alright, so think about this one.

The Links just seeing the reader so.. Vulnerable.

Like i don't know about you but I've got this really deep regret that I've only ever shared to my uncle, nobody else knows about this regret to me, and everybody has that, you know? Especially the emotional stuff that makes them tear up.

That and put it to the reader, they're for real going to be crying one night when they can't sleep because they just remembered something, they remembered the thing that they did that they deeply regret, they think that nobody could hear them, they think that nobody will be able to see them in such a vulnerable state.

They think that the others would only ever see them in their calmest moments, they think that the Links have never seen them cry, which was true until that night.

And then they refused to tell the Links about it, they'll just wipe their tears off that just kept on leaving their eyes anyway, shrugged it off as them being emotional, and then tried to change the topic as best as they can, but the Links just won't.

Why are they crying? What do they absolutely regret? They are right here, they should confide in them! They should know that whatever they're feeling shouldn't be bottled up.

Just angsty in general.

*I just- oooooof

Yeah, I definitely get what you mean, I'm sure others will too. But yeah, just having those nights where everything was fine before but then you get that one thought, just that one bad thought, and you just end up spiraling and the tears won't stop.

Yeah, I've had those nights before.

So, just a warning then for people who don't like angst. There's gonna be some angst here, not a whole lot but y'know.*

All I'm imagining right now is Reader having a good, nice day with the Chain.

Having fun stirring up trouble with Wind and Wild, even getting Time to help out with some pranks on the rest of the Chain. Sitting by the campfire exchanging stories and having laughs with the Chain.

Then night hits.

And past memories and regrets come with it.

Maybe Reader feels guilty and regrets leaving their home to travel with the Chain (whether they willingly left or didn't doesn't matter, guilt doesn't care about the scenario). Or they had made a mistake in the past that they wish they could fix.

Eventually more regrets and memories start piling up; Reader isn't able to escape to their dreams anymore, sleep eludes them whilst they get eaten up by their past.

Then, as things start building up and just become too much, the tears start.

They try to be quiet, they really do.

Using their blanket, they try to muffle their sobs and gasping breaths. And while this tactic may have worked at home before, it doesn't work with the Chain.

With one person being awake and on watch they're for sure to take notice of Reader's shaking form.

The other members of the Chain wake up to the quiet sniffles and huffs. Of course, they would, having gone through so many dangerous situations they've learned to be light sleepers; to awaken when things in their environment suddenly change.

But Reader doesn't take notice of the sets of eyes on them, too busy still attempting to muffle their sounds.

Perhaps Hyrule or Wild ignites the campfire once more, suddenly illuminating the surroundings and Reader in light.

Or maybe a gentle hand caresses Reader's shoulder, taking care not to startle Reader too much, and Reader turns around to find the Chain crowding around them, concerned looks and sympathetic gazes.

The Chain would try to get Reader to talk to them about what's troubling them; tell Reader that they're always there to talk to and confide in.

But Reader brushes off their concerns and saddened looks with an "I'm fine" whilst they hurriedly wipe at their eyes. "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

However, it's not nothing and the Chain are going to worry about it.

They keep up with their questions.

"Did something happen?"

"Are you hurt?"

"Was it something we said/did?"

"Did someone else make you upset?"

They continue with their comforting.

"It's okay to cry, we're here for you."

"You can tell us anything [Name]."

"It's alright, it's alright."

They bring Reader into gentle hugs, hands creating soothing patterns on Reader's back and arms. Gestures and embraces filled to the brim with enough love that it's practically overbearing, suffocating.

Maybe Reader finally breaks, sobs into the warming embrace of those around them. Talks to the Chain about their worries; alleviates the problems and thoughts clouding their mind.

The Chain are happy that Reader trusted them enough to confide in them at last, they of course tell Reader not to be afraid to cry in front of them and to no bottle up their emotions anymore.

And while Reader's cheeks may still be slightly damp from their tears, they go to bed with a soft smile on their face. Surrounded by the loving embrace of those around them.

Or

It becomes too much.

The Chains embraces and loving words become too overbearing; too suffocating that it sends Reader into a panic; makes them go defensive.

Perhaps they push their way from the Chain with a harsh "I said I'm fine! Just drop it and leave me alone!"

They drag their bed roll away from the group, setting up further away from them next to a nearby tree.

Rolling onto their side they face away from the Chain so that the tears that streak down their cheeks won't be seen.

Not wanting to push Reader away further, the Chain back off; realize that how they went about trying to comfort Reader was wrong.

They won't drop the issue of course, but it's going to be a few days before it's ever brought up again.

They don't want to push Reader too far that they don't come back to them.

[hattiestgal]

Let's see Riley in any one of the members of The Clash's outfits in this photo! Up to you which one!

All of the members of B,G,M! are quite avid photoshoot-doers, constantly trying to get good promo photos or otherwise just messing around and saving some good memories. The Clash was a good bit before Riley's time, but that won't stop her form appreciating their work! And after having found a top that surprisingly closely mimicked one of Riley's favorite photos of the band, they knew they had to do the same signature smolder

...Which isn't very easy when you can't keep a straight face!

[ficmesideways]

Request for @sacredwarrior88 Gif Source: Hobbs / Punk Clothes

Imagine Hobbs being shocked when he sees you outside of work dressed up in an alternative, punk style and hanging out with like-minded people

------- Imagine -------

Hobbs had originally gone to the party / concert being held in the old warehouse just outside of town to look for a hacker his company had been wanting to hire. When the Hacker had not shown though he and Shaw separated, enjoying the brief time off for the evening. The drink the bartender gave him was insanely big but Hobbs took it as he wandered around the edge of the scene taking in everything. Then, he saw you.

Normally you were in crisp suits, dark rimmed glasses, and your hair pulled back tight, but now…now you were in skintight multi fabric clothing with buckles and chains. Your hair was down showing stripes of color he had never noticed. You looked breathtaking, smiling while hula hooping in the middle of the party as you talked with your friends all dressed in similar garb and swaying to the music as they listened to you talk as if you were doing nothing out of the ordinary as hula hooping in the middle of them.

[bluishtones]

i am so normal about the @pa-rou deputy scar design. totally normal. not thrashing and giggling and kicking my legs at all. nope. no hair twirling and swooning. none at all, nothing to see here, totally normal. IM NORMAL!!

[liverpool-enjoyer]

footballers reacting to their best friend and/or boyfriend crying

requested by anon!!! ty for requesting <3

leo: if leo were to see, lets say for simplicitys sake, a certain brazillian teammate of his in tears, he would immediately be like 😳 n jus kinda,,, stand there. if it were literally anyone else he'd walk away, but this is ney so he might pat him on the head (while being an arms length away) n awkwardly say some shit like "there there :|"

ney: his immediate reaction is "WHO DID THIS >:(" n hed immediately ditch leos ass to find out who (if anyone) made him this sad. he wont realize till a while later that maybe leaving leo alone while hes like this ISNT the best idea, so he'd find him again n try to distract him by talking nonstop n telling funny stories :))

milly: hes an empathetic king. he considers literally lfc player his best friend, so if any of em were crying hed ask if they wanna talk abt it, n even if they dont he'll jus sit with em, unless they say they wanna be left alone.

luka: if it were anyone else crying, hed go all mother hen n ask whats wrong n if they want anything, but the sight of sergio in tears is something he never thought he'd see. he honestly doesnt know what to say so he jus kinda,,, sits w him. honestly? he'd probly be pretty upset n sergio would end up comforting him instead.

virgil: when he sees ali in tears he doesnt rlly know what to do tbh, so he gets klopp or milly, whoever he finds first n hes like "yeahh alisson looks pretty upset you should probly check up on him :/" n the whole lfc family gets involved.

haaland: walks into a room, sees jude or kevin or whoever crying, leaves. not cause hes cold or uncaring or anything he jus has no idea how tf to deal with that.

sergio: similar to ney, takes the "who did this i am going to find whoever made lukita cry n make them wish they were never born" approach. goes through with it, and ends up committing several geneva convention violations.

luis: oh hes such a big brother. if leo or ney is crying he'll be there for them in the moment until theyre better, THEN he'll go ham on whoever he has to.

kdb: hes a tough love guy. if he catches haaland crying during training, he'll tell him to toughen up n finish training, even tho hes his friend. after training he can talk abt his feelings or whatever

klopp: easily the best in this situation. like milly, everyone in lfc is his best friend, n he knows how to comfort each of them individually. he knows whether or not every player wants space, whether they want a pep talk, or a distraction, or a shoulder to cry on, n every one of his players comfort snacks. n you bet your ASS everyones getting Klopp Hugs

[guardians-of-exo]

Happy Birthday, Minseok!

Happy birthday, my love! I just want to thank you for always inspiring me to be myself, I think about you a lot when questioning decisions in my life. Keep doing what you love, and I'll be right here supporting you 💙