#I love how she tourned out

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chérie ⚘ with new @sims3melancholic new skin <3

[ilivemydreamsthere]

Be mime good girl

This is second part where reader is Profesor on school of good and have real big thing for Dean of school of evil.

Warning: smut , praises ...

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It had been nearly a week from your last meeting with Lady Lesso. You had been feeling very low. Mostly cause you felt like all of it was just your fantasy and she didn't wanted you. You weren't even dean just teacher. Teacher most of your colleagues didn't respect cause you wanted to teach heroes more then look good. Heroes should have kindness, companion, empathy ,love and be brave not just look good like sick dolls. Your class had been mostly out on air. Like one who was just now getting go it's end. 

"How this will help us to fight the evil ?" One of students speak up and you smiled. 

"Rather tell me would good exist without evil and would evil exist without good?"  Your students seems to be shocked but when you hear clapping and noticed who is leaning about nearby tree your eyes widen. Lady Lesso!

"I wouldn't not tell it better. Cause true be told we need each other," She said to your class but her eyes was pointing right at you. 

"Class dismissed!" You spoke up and wait till everyone leave and then you finally looked at her. You slowly come closer. She took your hands slowly in hers and you looked up to her eyes.  

"I love your eyes " You spoke more likely let it slip and she chuckled.  

"Oh yes?and what else ?"  You wanted to ask what happened to poor boy who interrupted you week back but when she spoke like this you shivered slightly but get on your tiptoes and whisper against her neck and ear. 

"All of you and I want it. I want you " Your own voice sounds breathless but you said it. She slowly looked at you. Your eyes meet hers and you could see something shifted in her and she did tourn you against the tree and kiss you hard on your lips and her hands cupped your face and moved to press closer you. You let out shaky moan but it get lost in kiss you shared. You did put your arms around her neck and you feel so happy that the tree is behind you and she press you to it. Cause your knees went weak from the kiss. 

You could feel the touch of her hands moving slowly down on your shoulders and arms to remind for moment on your hips and one of her hands touch your leg and you slowly put it around her waist and she seems to be getting even more excited as you. Your a bit shaky hands touch opening of her shirt.  Then your eyes meet again. 

"You are so hot " she whispered and you giggled little but then you moaned when you felt her kisses on your neck and her hand on your inner thing.

"I am not kidding " she spoke to your neck "hot heroe and just mine …." She spoke quietly and when you wanted to answer she just fight right place to rub gently and you moaned softly. For once you had been so happy that you chose a dress and not trousers like usual.  

"Your ?" 

"Hmm mine good girl " you blushed but kisses her with passion these little words flamed in you.  She smiled against your lips understanding you love these praise. You could feel her fingers moving up your inner thing and your eyes widen cause she pulled your soaked underwear aside and touched you. Real you with moan on her lips. 

"All ready for me " her voice make you shivered. Her fingers slowly circled your clit and you know this won't take so long. Not when you could say how wet you really are. 

"I …" you wanted to tell more but her skilled fingers make you close your eyes and moan for her. 

"Please "  You spoke up softly.  

"More?" You open your eyes meeting hers and nodded licking your lips and pull her for another passionate kiss and you could just gasp cause she slowly used her skilled fingers to penetrate you. Your head bumped over the tree. "Oh my goodness ' you whisper when she moved her fingers and kisses you with passion. It didn't take time to make you come like this. With her body pressing in you and her fingers deep inside you. 

You moaned and bite your lips hard to not be so aloud. She slowly picked up the moves and moved harder against yourself. You could feel being close.

"Be mine good girl and come for me ' it was all you needed.

"Next time I will make you scream " The promise stayed in the air and you shivered your body still all hot from orgasm which just approached you so easily. 

"Till next time ' she whispered kissing your neck and leave mark in there. "Be mine good girl "  

You were shivering when she make step back and your mind crosses crazy idea you took hand and fingers which was moment back deep inside you find way in your fingers and you could see how her eyes widen. 

"Bed after your last class yes?"

"Yes " you spoke up and before you could say more she just leave as she appeared. Quickly. You were sure your entire thoughts will be just about her entire class. 

[shadowcrowsworld]

Disappering (4)

Azriel x reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Summary: will they find the truth

!English isn't my first language!

Velaris

Freya and Nesta found their sister in her little garden planting a new flower. With the sound her sisters made Elain lifted her head and smiled in the direction of them. "Hello you two" Elain cleaned her hands on her dress and walked out of the colorful flowers. The other sisters looked at each other when they smelled it.

Nesta brushed against Feyres mentalshield and was let in. "Why does she smell like Azriel?" "I don't know but I don't like it. Y/N's is gone since this morning and he spends time with Elain." "That is one part the other is that they didn't say goodbye to each other. Azriel doesn't know where Y/N is. Cassian would tourn the whole Court around when I was just gone in the morning without a word to find me." "Rhys as well. When we wouldn't have this situation know and you would have asked me two weeks ago I would have said Azriel would have done the same, when not being even worst."

"I think we need to talk about something" Nesta started the conversation, without anypart of friendliness. "Did something happen? Is everyone alright." Feyre could see the concern in her sisters face but she had the feeling that there was more beneath it. "Everyone is okay, nobody is hurt." at least not physical, but let see how the talk between the boys turn out Nesta thought. "Did you see Az this moring?" Feyre asked.

"Yes we had breakfast together before he is gone to traing." At least she was honest Nesta thought "Don't you think it is a little weird meating with a happily mated male in the morning after the day of his anniversary." Nesta was like always, strait to the point. Both could see a change in the body language of their sister.

"I think it is his decision. When he likes to spend time with me I will not do something against it." There wasn't even a small hint of remorse. The sisters keept on with their conversation but the only answer Feyre and Nesta got was that Elain was acting strange.

There must has happend something because it seems like Azriel and Elain spend more time with each other as before Azriel and Y/N even met. And with the mating bond clicking for the shadowsinger then everyone could see how much he adored and loved her. That couldn't chace over night.

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Cas and Rhys found theire brother already traing with a sword. Cas was angry "Don't you think your missing something?" "What should I mis?" Cas grapped after a sword and let it colide with Azriels

"I don't know let me think about it maybe your mate?." Cas let out between clenched teeth. "She is at work. Go to Madja if you want something of her. Or do you need me as a delivery boy?" Rhys grapped a sword as well and swung it in the derection of Azriel. "We need you to get your brain back into your illyrian head."

The boys were dancing around each other and the swords of Cas and Rhys always colliding with the one of Azriel "Sorry to disappoint you but I have no clue what you are talking about." Azriel answered"Your mate stod infront of my door this morning." Azriel rased his eyebrows "So what? Let her be I don't need my mate attached to my hip." Azriel the one out of the three who always cared about where his mate is even letting his shadows with her didn't care about it. That must be some kind of a stupid joke. Cassian thought.

"Feyre brought her to the Summer Court." Both of them saw something flickered behind there brothers eyes and his shadows started swirl around nervously, like there where trying to escape the strong hold of the shadowsinger to get his mate. At least they are showing emotions towards Y/N, Rhysand thought "Why is she in the summer." He asked like he didn't really care about his mate being so far away from him. "Learning and teaching Tarquins healer." "So let her be she is doing her job."

The general and the high lord tried hart to get behind theire brother thought but it was like talking to a wall there was not even a hint of the Azriel they knew when it came to Y/N it was like he never existed. The topic with Elain was even harder he didn't even saw something wrong in his behaviour. When they were done with training the two just hoped that the sisters had a better conversation.

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The Summer Court was different to what you were used to. It was warm all the time it was warm even when the clouds let out some drops of rain it was still warm. The work with the healer of the Summer Court was was different as working with Madja but not in a bad way. Felon was talking so much you sometimes didn't even know if he was breathing.

But he was a help for you, he distracted you from your thought that were butting you down. So the night was your problem after the second night you talked with Varain. You knew him trough Amren and talked to him before. You asked him if there was a possibility to train and just tired your body down so you fall into your bed. It didn't need an hour after he was back with you. He made a little plan with Tarquin and you were sure he organised it so fast because he had contact to Velaris. The plan was you were working with Felon till lunch and then you train with with Varian.

The next day Varian picked you up and brought you to a traing space. "So something special or do you just want to knock of your thought." He asked carefully. "I don't know some endurance training with a little bit of fighting." "Alright nether Cas or some of the girls trained you so let's see where are you standing and we see where it goes from there." You nodded, "what is more your thing swimming or running." "Swimming definitely. I hate running." He smiled. "Alright then let's get started."

He let me swim for an hour, the it goes on with some stretching, and then he started my first defending lessons. When your first training session was done you tried get even some air. It was like your body wanted to swim away in your sweat. You were just lining on the traing mat and Varian was standing over you with a smile on his face. "That was better than I acspectet of you. But I think should bring you to your bed now and we keep on training tomorrow." He pulled you up from the ground and onto your feed.

We were standing in front of my room that Tarquin gave me for my time in the Summer Court before I turned around to him. "You can tell them that I am doing fine everything else would be a lie but let the training part out or Cas will get jealous." "I don't know what you mean with that Y/N." "You know what I mean. Don't act dum Varain I know my family good enough for being sure that you are playing my minder." "I pleaded innocent." "It is alright at least they care. Goodnight Varian." You've got in the room and only undressed yourself before you fell into your bed.

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You have staied now nearly a month in the Summer Court and you were missing your home, you were missing you mate. Even when he has sown you nearly no attention before you left he was still there.

Felon and Varian have done anything they could du distract you and mother were you proud when you disarmed Varian for the first time but immediately your smile had fallen. You wanted to tell it Azriel and the rest of your family hearing a comment of Cassian about Varians fighting skills. To get disarmed by you the little monkey.

Today you had a day of you've asked Tarqiun if you could get this day it was full moon and you family had made the traditio to meet at the night of the full moon for a family dinner and spend some quality time with each other. Everything that was attached to Court duties and Problems was banned from the evening so everyone could just relax.

You looked yourself in Tarquins library and were scrolling trought a book with flowers and there healing and poisoned abilities as well as special powers. You didn't were paying much attention to the book until you saw a flower that locked quiet familiar.

First you couldn't make out where you saw that before until remembered. You saw it in Elains garden and not even one there was nearly a field of them.

As fast as possible you read the chapter. At the end you rushed out of the library and were hoping that Falon was still in his personal office.

You didn't knock at his door and just run into his space. He was sorting some ingredients and nearly let some of them fall to the ground with your entry. He carefully put them on the table before he turned to you. "Y/N you can't do that to me." "Sorry but I need your help."

"What is it that I nearly had a heart attack." You flunged the book onto the table and opend the correct chapter and turned the book around so he could read it.

"Y/N I don't want to but you down but do you have a clue about how rare this flower is?" "Yes I know I have read the chapter as well but our lovely Elain has a whole field of it." Your hands ruffeld trought your hair and you where walking from one side of the room to the other.

This speculation wad your only hope that there was change to get your mate back. Falon stopped you from walking and took your hands out of your hair. "I will help you to make the antidote but you will need more then just the antidote." "I know I already have a plan for the rest but the antidote will be the main thing I will need." "Okay than let's get started."

You nearly needed an hour to get ready and every single second felt like a eternity. With the antidote and one last hug with Felon you searched for Varian. You hoped that he wasn't part of your family dinners today. It would be much easier to walk with Varian into the house of winds as with the high lord of the summer Court.

You found him and Tarqiun in the dinning room. "Hello can we help you" Tarquin has been sure he wouldn't see you anymore on this day. "I am sorry to disturb you but I need Varian to bring me to the night Court." Both man frown. "Is everything alright Y/N?" Varian asked carefully. "Yes and no I may or may not have found the reason for Azriels behaviour." "Are you sure Y/N?" Tarquin asked and you nodded. "Than I will not stand in your way."

He nodded to his cousin who walked over to you "Do you want strait to the house of winds or are stepping by somewhere else before?" He asked outside of the dinning room. "First we need to go to Elains House" without asking why he took your hand and in the next second you where back in the night Court. The cold air hit your skin but you just ignored it you didn't have the patience now.

"Why are we here?" "Because of the stupid flowers in Elains garden." You mentioned in the direction of the flower field on your left. Elain has many flowers what is knew about it?"

"Do you see the wonderful pinkish ones with the grey center?" He nodded as he saw them. "They are extremely rare and with the right treatment they can be a wonderful love potion. That will make the person who stands under it fell in love with the producer and is so strong that it can even manipulat matet persons."

You could see how he connected the new Informations. "Y/N do you know what that means when you are correct?" "Surley what do you think we are doing her? Felon and me have already made the antidote so I just need to find some material in this house and I have everything I need."

"And how do you think we will get into the house without knocking down the door?" A small smile creeped onto your face. You knew the front door was to strong for even Cassian to knock it down but the balcony door looked like you could open it.

Without a explanation you climbed up onto the balcony and pulled out of your trousers a small filament and the dagger Varian had given to you. "Y/N do I wanna know why you know how to crack up a door?" He stood behind you and looked over your shoulder. "Let's just say one or the other task in truth or dare helped to gain this ability. And with that being said the door gave swung open.

"What am I looking for." Asked Varian after he followed you into the house that smelled like a flower garden it self. When you were right there was no wonder that not even your mate discovered the poition. "When you find vials with a pinkish serum would it be fantastic." He nodded. You separated and walked trought the whole house. You were already searching for so long that you were just one step away from giving up. "I have them, they are on the attic."

You climbed onto the attic and found Varian leaning over a big chest. There they where that must nearly be twenty or even more. And it didn't even need a lot of that liquid to manipulate someone for one week. The anger built up in you and your blood started to boil. You hand clenched harder around the dagger.

"Bring me into the house of winds. Now." You said trying not to let your anger out on him. Wisley he just grabbed you arm and you were falling down onto the training space on the roof.

You didn't look behind you if Varian was following you. You could make out theire voices behind the door to the dining room. You burst trought the door and everyone's eyes shoot in your direction. But your whole concentration was lining on the female next to you mate. "Hello little monkey." You hear Cas voice but keept ignoring it.

"Elain I give you one second to step as far away from MY mate or I will need to hurt you." You said with a very sweet voice. Elain didn't move and your mate stood up and covered her with his body. Don't take it personal Y/N he can't do anything about it. "Y/N what happend?" Feyre asked not sure if she should protect her sister or just let it go and see where it goes.

"Oh there is a wonderful explanation the so sweet Elain had bred a flower that has the ability to manipulate even mates to fall in love with the brewer." Never letting Elain out of your eyes.

"Is that true Elain?" Rhys asked but Elain shocked her head. "No why would I do that we love each other. Y/N is just jealous and can't deal with the fact that he choosed me and not her." "Elain stop lying we where in your house I saw the poitions as well." Varain said who has gone to Amren and stood behind her chair. "Nesta you must belive me." She tried to find help in her sister but Nesta just looked into your face.

She could see the hurt the damage you have gone through over the last weeks. Elain saw that Nesta wouldn't stand on her side and laid a hand on the shoulder of your mate. "GET YOUR HANDS OF HIM" you walked into their direction and Azriel stept infront of you. Mor, Cas and Rhys were all ready to step between you and the shadowsinger to protect you.

You could feel his breathing on your skin he was ready to fight you could see it in his eyes but hos shadows calmed you much to his indignation. They were brushing gently over your skin like they were checking you on any harm and welcoming you back. "Get out of my way please Azriel." you plead you didn't want to hurt him you saw something in his eyes but the moment was gone really fast and he looked at you again like you were his enemy. "No I think you need to leave no one wants you here." "Azriel!" You could her the voices of your family.

"I am sorry." As fast as you could you go down under his arm and kicked his legs away from under his body. You pushed your knee on his sternum and pinned him like that on the ground. In one hand you held your dagger against his throat and in the other was the antidote and brought him to drink it.

When the glass in your hand was empty you stood up from his body. He was knocked out, you knew that this would happen so you just stood up. "Can someone tell if I am dreaming or did the little monkey just said ur shadowsinger on his ass?" "I did and when you don't shut up you will be the next one but first Elain." You looked to her she was now completely with in her face.

"Tell the truth and step out of my sight or I will forget myself." "I... I..." "You what Elain why do you had the need to stell my mate?" The fear in her face switched to anger. "Because he I mine I was her before you. He was so close to love me and then you came around and stole him from me. You dumm whore. He is mine." Before your anger could get the best of you the shadows around you were getting more and you felt something what you haven't felt for weeks.

Azriel he tucked and bond and you opend up. You turned around and saw him he was conscious again and held up by his brothers you saw the guilt in his eyes. I don't deserve you. You could feel the guilt the self hate how he was butting him self down and the love. The endless love.

You broke down ro the floor sobbing. He was back you had your Azriel back your mate. He crawled to you and pulled you into his chest. Like his life was depending on it. His shadows and wings capturing you in a cocoon. He saying charming and calming words one after the other but his presences the bond and just his body was al you needed. It was like coming home after years. Because he was your home. Your emotions get the best of you and you dosed of into the blackness.

One week later you were in ur bad prest against Azriels body with a blanket over you two. One wing trapped over you aswell as his shadows. Since the day you have stormed into the family dinner he didn't leave your side and apologised so many times. But it wasn't his fault you knew that.

"I love you Y/N I will never leave your side again." "I love you too." You clinched more on him and buried you nose in his chest. "But I need to go to the Summer Court for a week." "Oh no you will stay here or I will come with you. I don't care what Tarquin says. You will never leave into another court without me again." "I think I can talk to Tarquin so that you can come with me but now I just want to lay in your arms."

"Oh that will be no problem nobody will ever separate me from you ever again" He gave me a quick kiss on the lips before we keept on cuddling. With Elain wonderfully faraway in the Spring Court.

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Katline Fujimaru(Mistress K) child of Fujimaru Ritsuka and Carmilla

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Ritsuka: I'm a little sad that we didn't have a boy, not that I don't love our little Katline, but now I won't be able to use my name I had for our Damphyr kid.

Carmilla: knowing you, it's probably for our child's betterment that I named her. You probably would've gathered inspiration from those comics you keep in your room. Like...Morbious

Ritsuka: No, that's for my prospective nephew if My sister and Vampire Vlad have a kid. I would've named our son blade.

Carmilla: like I said, it's for the best that I named her.

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User avatar level 2 GreenKing5498 OP · 9 hr. ago Funny thing your right she did named her

User avatar level 1 GreenKing5498 OP · 9 hr. ago Age:15 Personally: she’s was a cowardly nerd until her heart was ignited by her first heist (granted it ended with the quartz bank on fire and only one quartz for Father’s Day) now she has a much more snarky and bubbly personality only to people that she trusts as mistress K she sounds like she’s having way to much fun in her escapades

Bio:Carmilla has almost been around as much as Gorgon but had little feelings for her master until he kept feeding her his blood and saved her from a violent attack from Jack the Ripper. After that she always invited Fujimaru to drink some tea and talk.after the defeat of Goetia (which she had a part in). After that long battle she invited Gorgon for a meeting to start a family together with the man they love. Carmilla and Gorgon agreed to share Fujimaru after a long and loud chat after Gorgon realized that Carmilla is a month pregnant already.

After She named the daughter child Katline after her daughter Katalin bathory back when she was Elisabeth bathory. Katlines whole childhood life she’s lived a cowardly nerd life and always stands behind her older sister and parents. until one day her mother had a clever idea to bring her to a daughter during a heist. Carmilla brought her daughter to a bank for her thirteenth birthday for her first QP. That night she wondered what her birthday present was gonna be. After a long long heist that felt like hours Katline got a single QP out of the dozens she accidentally dropped. The thrill of the event awakened something inside her: a desire to do better than before.

After that she trained extensively with assassins learning acting, techniques, lock picking and even learned about the weakness of human anatomy. Although it sounds unnecessary she has no powers other than her ability to get energy back from drinking blood(even then she personally doesn’t like to do that) and her presence concealment that she adopted from her mother.

Now she dawns the intensity “mistress K” the phantom thief in training she modeled high school outfit after her other mother Elizabeth (she loved her never give up attitude) and has extreme amounts of KJ energy (thanks to Suzuka) and makes quips and makes fun of her opponents like “ wow where did you get your workouts in the donut store” or “hey little penguin aren’t you far from home Antarctica is that way”

Very few people know about mistress K’s real identity; only her father, mother, Holmes, Moriarty, da vinchi, most of the assassins In Chaldea and her older sister Sthenah know. People think it’s Elizabeth Bathory because they had similar outfits leading to her being hunted a lot. This also leads to her clashing with her heroic little sister Hydra Fujimaru but she plays along with the villain role because of how fun it is.

Other stuff: she has helper dogs Copper and Cooper two cocker spaniels, very loyal dogs what watch her back

She’s has contact lenses that hide her face, can’t be a phantom thief if everyone can see your face

She has a crush on Mash she used to blush uncontrollably before her training, thankfully mash never noticed

She’s a huge datamon the card game fan, she has won five tournaments in a row despite having a niche swarm build and her ace commander Carmillmon the vampire bat queen that give tiny trait characters 2/2 counters and the ability to drain all none undead creatures by 2/2

[libidomechanica]

Soul, heart, and in Julias sight

A ballad sequence

               1

Of evening-star, alike, and then     to be so contempt. And took an airy range, and stronger     still, not by common eyes!

               2

She dried up and snare your own sweet till you what, I     sit and serene, but for Refuge, and dame and then winds at last, by hap, through the sky: sae     warming, sae charms: one pierce high-fronted honest speech. To-morrow’s Seed-field, ere That come there,     a garden rails, and up I felt their silver hooks. My commitments when I do call my     hot body … carry me to stand on,

he shall never pass into a shade. You break from     my breast houseless: ay, it mustn’t be said? Frozen in the trumpets—Lycius liv’d to taste     a drop of many carrets fine, And lullaby thy peculiar mouth my head and wreaths.     In her silver’d o’er the winters bale: yet soone was sparkling bright: garland wealth will leave     you tend? Or laid great, that, from the ground.

               3

And then two plantain, met from me.     The water straight to tunes of glitterand golden hair? To     him be given to my

desire? Yellowing died; and     now, like one twain, by praising him home; but tis doubtful tale     from the marching: yes, in

spirals, and showed up I started—     the soul out to that good night. Rocking off you. To mask, tho’     jokin’ ye be, for no

apparent reason, shame, and far,     thrilled the French hood and bade betwixt two marbles ever be     back ever. From the early

world, to fancy i have deemed     nothing moan from Lycius liv’d to have that had rather in     the stars began to whirr

and clear. It is a strange, although     I have never noticed you and come, for the last when you     look in it. Edges them

round every spot wherefore I     eager face a-washin; but Willie had, I wadna gie     a button for a treat.

               4

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scrip, with sounds arous’d me, and spongy     sod with Cary Grant as my chest, or as their brain,     arriving how bright eye shining

all the track, like stone. The young     Endymion, how great renown among six boys, head under     an arch of the tale had

touch, as pale as they sang, or in     the broad should our breathing a flower; like morning, the inner     door, and then, to the

cloud thou break, to let occasion     die, whilst they stept into his brackish waues be meynt.—An Oread     as I guess, at my

true love round every wind that I     have never been tortured like a charm. Now she is given:     grew more luxuriant

still the tree-stems, marbled plains who     thus with angling reeds, and found a Hoard of Gold! I caught the     bed, and pendant pearl round

us when the horn of all suffering     human thoughts more praise to bring, nowe with fantastic leaping,     the crowd of workmen

and earth doth see. The hounds they still     on me, in the faces of time all chaff of custom then     two plantain, met from heat

did I leave to set in thee, dearest     of all the ocean, they are rich prove thee, than in my     bosom: thou art, keep with

the thought doth wake, that purple and     destroyed by subtle, so thin a breathed for it no form     delivers to the piercing

levin, that heals the wakened     flies were full of pestilent light: and if thou would bear you     can’t compete. For me. A

bower and leaves when lo! Down starch     halls alone could do was left he held aloft, whose kind eyes,—     the very colours tourne.

               5

By my strangle with pleasant scene     is growth. This mantled medowes mourne, there’s not a jot     own’d they talk, and so rare.

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For dead she is walking a strawe.     Had we but worth and spreading in the west, a land of shepherds     enterprise within

thine! Turning pure and unencumber’d     best may do the stationmaster feareth but in this     way! Day you want it because

I rub my eyes can looke to     these were not a man was asked to mar the deadly white. Lo,     this flowe in her shouther;

sic a wife as Willie’s wife put     on, to do her husband has a lump upon her face but     left comes quiet breathing,

waning, willing its worthiness     of her husband’s rites in, ere twere gone home to ye, my lad.     Then the blood warm when winds

shook; or, it may breed my fame, it     is to bring this wrong, and hate; and wonder more cleared against     fear our please. Then loue is

singing brightly have imagined     for it so hard I’ve the coming Soldiery, suddenly,     with her to sing as of

old Triton’s horn: mothers of the     dew and freckled Chloe, who was combing hand, the lovers,     children resist it so.

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Approving his imprison’d pride.     Of all the water Nymphs, that thro’ the laws ourselves a cooling     covert make ’gainst the zodiac-lion cast, there’s     ne’er trouble young mind from

a Corner of their deep desire     shall run like rain, clinging Thee report of my Julia?     Her dressing-room, fill’d with all its mystery. Know, when     Juliana came, with a

shriek like a bird. Deepening cleare, there     him hideth and said, I wish I knew. A Palace was betray’d     it was the ring. Word to say, whoe’er them all by name. And     travell’d opposite. The day

appear’d, and, in huge vessels, wine     come from falling to telephone the Cuppe, and for the Sufí;     a Road whose absence is it, that be sin which now then     to call their light in pomp

receiver? A melancholy.     For ’twas love; what pleasing fuell of such a pernicious time     thou would come instead of grateful Evening I could tell; my     passion and—much taller—

tree of common eyes! Drum, the other     way to walk with bloom, why man has such soothing else by     arms will strayne. Or to ask thee well. And frantic gape of love     at lengthen from enclouded

tombs; old ditties sigh above     was fain to find whelps at the time, and shooting with once disdayne.     Soft went the shrine he heap’d, to hold world were all to spend,     for often a man’s own

hand did me Court of Blisse, the fresh     frown, or clench’d it quite: but too short was told; and as early     pull him and here your favoured youth: yea, every wind that     I could it be but under

a cover. Thou medlest more     I rais’d my Hand, and lives? But whether took than got a fall;     the while the woodland altar. That though now ’tis the flattering     stars. The roof doth her

and truth in its sky, which served virgin     blooms: and such as closed. While yet a boy I sought follow’d     it as gently glad to see, I need not prove their stalks set     like vestal primrose too,

good-morrow their father an’ a’     should meet the shepheards befel? I’ll love you I could scan a     lurking trouble young Mercury, by stealth, had dipt his rosy     deed, and sink thus low!

A love thee by the intolerant     bright eyes this the go- cart. Into a river, wood, alder     chips, with me. The tender tone came out of her sacred     ditamy, and so none

shade, on her silver planet’s curving     sweets, enkindling sacred glove, and the dew. As in a     field where you full of matter, lost for to endeavor, to     see her hovering ore: ’twas

even as the winds which the     congregated world we are’ who might seek that air that Chance has     floated into it myself from myself able to the     dumb on high to sing and

steppes … I would weep to have that is     Algrins ill, to loue the lacquer of huge melons and stab,     a kingdom of their hollows lightly dipt, and fold of younger     heart to that good night.

Now we are here on the old Ways,     that is call’d on poisonous names of Demon, Ghost, and dewy     buds, and dost advance as high as heart. But while thy mind;     and, every sport of her.

[dimetro]

lucky egg, exp share, power gem

exp share: your first pokemon game & when you played it

SO EVERYONE WHO KNOWS ME HAS HEARD THIS STORY but my first ever pokemon game was pokemon leafgreen, i played it when i was four years old ago (i am twenty as of answering) on my dad's gba. because he told me if i could prove i could read the strategy guide he'd give me a pokemon game. so i learned to read to play pokemon and now i've been into pokemon for ~16 years smile

power gem: favorite rock type(s)

nihilego, glimmora, and aurorus. i know glimmora is new but i both love how fucking weird it looks and also its (shows up) (shits poison spikes everywhere) (dies) gimmick is genuinely THE funniest thing in the world to me. honestly its just like me fr. instant big winner

putting lucky egg under a readmore because it got really long lol

lucky egg: your gym theme/team

i've put way too much thought into this so.

naturally. i am a fairy type gym leader. while there are other types i could build teams for (psychic and grass spring to mind) i feel like, vibes wise, i am a fairy type gym leader, when i did the monotype tournament a while back i was fairy type, like. it's just how i am as a person

my team IS

alcremie (salted cream, love sweet), alolan ninetales, mimikyu, tinkaton, hatterene, togekiss

i think. this was not the exact team i used (partially because it was a gen 8 tourn and tinkaton didn't exist yet) but like...that pokemon was made for me, so........once again balance is dumb and its about the vibes.

do you remember back when sw/sh came out and everyone was making like, gym leader sonas? i made one too! this is really old art but i've made an imgur post here. since i was trying to keep in line with the sportiness of the theme, i themed her after cheerleading. i don't really think her design holds up that well and there are certain things i'd probably change if i were to redesign her (maybe i'll do that soon..? but i might just want to make a new character at this point). she ended up almost identical in personality to klara, who i swear to god was not announced at the time i designed her this keeps happening to me please trust me.

HOWEVER. if i were given absolute freedom to theme my gym however i want and i weren't working from a specific concept...a royalty kind of vibe, maybe..?

SO EVERYONE WHO KNOWS ME HAS HEARD THIS STORY but my first ever pokemon game was pokemon leafgreen, i played it when i was four years old ago (i am twenty as of answering) on my dad's gba. because he told me if i could prove i could read the strategy guide he'd give me a pokemon game. so i learned to read to play pokemon and now i've been into pokemon for ~16 years smile

power gem: favorite rock type(s)

nihilego, glimmora, and aurorus. i know glimmora is new but i both love how fucking weird it looks and also its (shows up) (shits poison spikes everywhere) (dies) gimmick is genuinely THE funniest thing in the world to me. honestly its just like me fr. instant big winner

[cosmicdraghon]

Modern Rangi 💀

[theproblemsofdonhi]

The HIghway through 2020

(A review of everything I

Read/watch/play in 2020)

Beaststars

Ah yes, the hurny furry anime. This one was a weird one cus I didn’t know what I was getting into when I started this show. I knew about a big wolf man and a small rabbit lady, and that was it. So, you can understand my surprise when the “almost blowjob” scene happened. I was shocked? Yes. Did I stopped watching just like I have done with so many animes less explicit than this one? No. Cus this one took the effort to MAKE CHARACTER before going horny, so I wanted to keep going FOR the character and their stories, not cus sexy furry. That was just a plus to the rest of it.

JoJolion

I’ll say nothing other than, this is it. It is my favorite JOJO part.

But we are more than 100 chapters in and still no JoJo-lion so 0/10 fucking masterpiece.

She-ra

I don’t know what to say about this one really.

I mean, it’s good. This is a good show, and also has the medal of being the only DreamWorks 2D-show to not crash and burn cus of DreamWorks.

Go watch, it’s really gay or whatever.  

Resident evil 4

It's amazing that I have being in the world of videogames for more than 10 year now and I’ve never touch RE4, in fact the only RE game that I ever own was RE6... you know... the bad one. So, it’s even more impressive that this old ass game still holds up in 2020, and the only bad thing that it has, is that I didn’t play it sooner. What a good fucking game.

BNA

So, I don’t know if you know but, there is going to be a cyberpunk anime on Netflix in like 2022 made by studio trigger. So, wanting to see what the team was capable of, I checked their last work, BNA.

Aaaand it’s bad. To the point that if you take out the good animation, there is nothing to this anime. It has an interesting premise but, it does the minimum with it. To the point that when I got to the middle of it, the animal stuff wasn’t interesting anymore.

Also, the finale is terrible but I’m not going to talk about it, I’ll just say that my sister got so mad cus this show was treating her as she was stupid.

Mulan (2020)

This bad

People who were part of this bad

Disney fucking bad (and yes, I’m being totally unreasonable here cus I don’t like Disney as a company).

Also Go see jay’s video on Mulan (HERE). It's my favorite of all the reviews out there. Thats my recommendation of the day.

Kipo

this:

Amphibia

Season two it’s overall worst that season one. It's not BAD in any way but, I didn’t like it as much.

The Halloween special it’s top tier though.  

The last of us part 2

I didn’t play it. I watch it all. It's trash

Yakuza like a dragon

I didn’t play it. I watch it all. 10/10 game of the year.

Warframe

I played this thing for 300 hours. That's a good game. It never excited me ones.

Halo the master chief collection

Being able to play these games of my childhood, all together in one place really help me this year.

Black mesa

The fact that this exists, that the owner of the IP let them do it, and the team who made it can profit from it, it’s insane to me. Things like this just don’t happen. They are not supposed to exist, yet here we are.

Steven universe future

If you have followed me for some time, you may have noticed that around the airing of SUF was when I started to draw more about other shows and less steven universe content.

This was cus the end to the story that made me to the person I am today, wasn’t exactly of my liking. To put it simple... I didn’t think it was interesting and by the end I just wanted to be done already.

After that, I just stop thinking about SU for some time. Yes, there was some drawing here and there, but the passion I had before was gone.

That was until, i live it by myself. Without telling details, let's just say that I now have experience with the themes of steven universe future, so I decide to try it again.

And let me tell you...

I have never felt like a story was laughing at me, as this show did. By the end I felt sick to how childish mental illness could be portrayed.

I get what they were going for but men, they did one terrible job.

Before I have my problems with the plot and character, but this, this attacks me.

And I hated it.

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Wow, after that I guess I need to end this on a more positive note, cus I also needed something more positive this year. 

And I got it.

From the most unusual of places, I watch a show with everything I love and more, in storytelling.

Without knowing, I started a six months adventure that took me from the simpler and fun of situations, to some of the saddest moments I have ever read. I experience friendship, brotherhood... I felt pain, lost. I did feel bad, but no matter what, at the tourn of those downer moments, there would a page of hope and happiness. There would be good food, stories to tell, song to sing, wisdom to pass down, and most important, a crew that were more than family.

And that's why after 6 months, I’m here, on the shores of Wano, alongside the pirates that waited for me.

So I thank you. For being there for me this year.

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Thank you, One Piece.

[loplih]

🍓✨ Some Ichihime Headcanons that I wrote some time ago, but never got the courage to publish 🍓✨

(Chronologically)

After Ichigo asked Orihime to make some time for him, she only could think about him. Orihime couldn't wait to hear what he wanted to say to her.

Ichigo took 2 weeks thinking about how he would confess.

During that time his family notice it was something going on. He seemed out of this world, looking tense and nervous.

Finally he made the decision and went after her. Surprisingly, when he opens the door Orihime was outside with some bread to give.

Orihime thought "since he has not said anything after that day, I'm going there by myself bringing some bread to see if he says something".

For both surprises they saw each other at the same time and it was awkward. Ichigo almost fainted. But made a appointment with her, next day.

The confession was late in the afternoon by the river.

The sky was the exact same pantone color as Ichigo’s hair that day. Orihime noticed that and she will never forget. It almost looked like a piece of art: Them & the sky.

They were both surprised that they were in love with each other. It was hard to believe.

Secretly he loves when Orihime blushes. She was blushing during the (confession) date day. He thinks this shows how pure and beautiful she is.

In the beginning they didn't tell about their relationship to anyone, they wanted to take it slowly. But it didn't last that long when people started to notice they had something more.

Keigo got upset with Ichigo because he was the first one to have a girlfriend.

Tatsuki just shouted a big loud ‘’FINALLY THAT BASTARD…!’’ when Orihime told her they where dating.

Ichigo’s sisters sees Orihime as a bigger sister. They want their brother to marry Orihime because they believe they will be again a happy family (like old times) since she reminds Masaki.

But Ichigo just gets nervous and super red about it when his sisters says that. But secretly he already dreams about marrying Orihime.

Prety much everyone in soul society didn't get surprised by their relationship, since they were kinda obvious during the war.

The first date was romantic. They had dinner together at a local restaurant and in the end they stayed outside at Orihime’s apartment watching the stars in the sky. In the beginning they were both shy and nervous, but they quickly forgot about that.

After the first date Ichigo started saving money to by her a ring. Just in case.

The last dates they had before marriage, weren't that "romantic". They usually stayed at Ichigo’s house reading and commenting manga together, watching movies or just laid down on his bedroom talking.

They always forget about time when they are together. And time runs fast when they are having fun.

They started spending summer together like full time. Ichigo having driver license made things easier. They usually do family and friend trips.

But as normal, they always like to be alone sometimes. When they go out alone by car, the Kurosaki’s loves to make speculations. Ichigo gets super annoyed, ‘’as if something more than a little trip is going to happen’’.

They had problems conciling time for being together. But they always got to see each other when they had some time free.

Sometimes at night, on those impossible weeks, just to see each other for a minute, Ichigo goes to her apartment as a shinigami because it's more faster.

One time Ichigo said without noticing " but when we get married we will definitly have more time to be together..." Orihime didn’t know Ichigo wanted to marry her. She cried a little.

Ichigo waited to end university to marry Orihime. That was his plan.

If you think Orihime is a cry baby, imagine how her face whent when Ichigo oficial asked her to marry him.

They wanted a simple wedding, but everyone decided to help and it tourned out much beautiful that they were expecting.

Ichigo changed his haircut days before the wedding. ''oh m-my...! You look so good!'' ''Really??'' ''Yeah, you look more mature, I like it... kinda shock because I thought my future husband couldn't even be more handsome then before...and the better part is that now I can see that scowling face even better...'' ‘’ uh-huh I already knew you'd say that!‘’ ‘’that scowling face that I love! Come on!’’  Orihime said with her hands on the back of his neck, hugging him.

She thought the possibility of seeing a emotional Ichigo was low...But he tried so hard not to cry when he saw orihime in her wedding dress. His face reaction was the cuttest.

Their kiss at the cerimony was one of the few times they were kissing. They were always too shy about it, and respected mostly each other to do it in the right time.

After honeymoon their number of kisses were uncountable.

Their honeymoon was on a paradisic place.

They went to the beach a lot and they got sun burn. Ichigo tourned out looking like a lobster. "WHATS NEW? IM ALL ORANGE NOW, GOD DAM IT".

Ichigo is still the one who takes pictures. He loves to take pictures to his wife when she is distracted doing something. Sometimes she looks at him and starts to smile because she already knows him. Smiling just makes the picture even more beautiful and consequently, that’s what he wants.

Ichigo couldn't remember the last time he felt that way: relaxed and happy.

After intimacy they felt a bigger connection with eachother and they weren't shy about anything anymore.

This is true because: 1) Orihime feels really comfortable being naked in their hotel room and Ichigo doesn't say nothing about it. 2) They both like to...

After returning home Yuzu and Karin couldn't believe the way Ichigo was different. Just like the old times, when their mother was alive, but at the same time wasn't the same feeling. It was a better feeling.

They discovered she was pregnant because Orihime was always feeling sick, and Ichigo said " ...m-maybe you are... pregnant" with a kinda happy and questionable/nervous expression. "I-I don't know...!"

She made a test while Ichigo waited for the result next to her. While that, both nervous in the Kurosaki Clinic, they started talking about the possibility of being pregnant or not.

When they saw the result they hugged each other crying with happiness. ‘‘I can't believe this is really going to happen ...we will be parents’‘, ‘’ Yeah...I’m so proud of us’’.

The Kurosaki's had a lot of fighting about the baby gender... Men's wanted a baby boy because it's already too many woman in the house. Yuzu and Orihime wanted a baby girl because they love the idea of dressing her. Karin just stays away from the scene. She just wants the baby to love playing sports like her, so she can teach everything.

Orihime and Ichigo lying on the couch seeing how big her belly is getting and starting to make future plans about Kazui. ‘‘he is getting bigger and bigger, yes, that’s my boy!’‘.

Orihime suffered from back pains. To help her, Ichigo massages her back and gives her hot water baths to minimise the pain.

Its also a fact that: ‘’I love you’’ ‘’...is that for me or for the toilet’’ Orihime in the bathroom feeling really sick vomiting and Ichigo by her side holding her hair.

Ichigo cried when he saw Kazui for the first time.

Karin and Yuzu taking care of Baby Kazui to give some time to Ichigo and Orihime. They needed to rest and stay together alone for a bit.

They do have a dog. Every happy family has a dogo. Or a cato.

@loplih

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🍓 Let's make this fandom alive.

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[monotonous-minutia]

Les contes d’Hoffmann (Munich 2011) pt. 3

Hopefully we’ll get through this part without any glitches. Had to skip through most of the Hoffmann/Antonia duet which is a bummer because I really like Damrau’s Antonia...ah well.

Dr. Miracle is appropriately creepy, one of the creepiest I’ve seen

real talk, this is one of the creepiest scenes in all of opera

Hoffmann cleverly hiding behind the piano

“you don’t need your art if you marry me, just be a housewife” Antonia, why do you like this guy also those guys in the back are creepy & distracting

that’s not creepy at all

dude stop leave her alone

this is one of the best stagings of this scene that I’ve seen so far

Frantz being more helpful than her father

and they all just walk away from her. cool.

still loving the sets

I know Giulietta is technically a villain but I would still die for her

here’s love song #2 let’s see what happens this time

that...is very creepy (Giulietta shoved the guy on the mirror and his face literally came off...wow...)

I wonder if Niklausse has any idea who he’s duetting with

“Hoffmann, for once, don’t be a dingus and listen to me. Don’t go in there.”

either the chorus is 50% made up with trouser roles, or there’s a bunch of ladies on this island pulling Monty Pythons so they can go be gay with Giulietta

once again mezzo is ignored, once again tenor is an idiot

Niklausse is full-on throwing a fit here

half the time I’m like “Why does Hoffmann fall in love with Giulietta so quickly?” but watching this...yeah. I get it now.

Giulietta is treated to Niklusse’s death glare I think this is the only one I’ve seen so far where Niklausse doesn’t at least subtly flirt with Giulietta

Niklausse is so done with Hoffmann’s BS

I still prefer when Dapertutto gets “Tourne, tourne, miroir” because it just sounds diabolical but this guy’s voice is really good so I’m willing to forgive it

nice work Hoffmann, Niklausse is now depressed enough to accept drinks from strangers

“Why do people like this stuff”

Giluietta actually gets a number here

I’ve never seen one (or read a libretto) where Schlemil dies before the Hofmann/Giulietta duet but it just happened. Also in this one it was an accident (he fell on his knife after jumping Hoffmann)

Niklausse trying to drag Hoffmann away, Pitichinaccio trying to drag Niklausse away, it’s a whole thing

so tell me, Hoffmann, how any of this makes sense. You lost all your money gambling, just accidentally killed a guy, your friend has been kidnapped by a creepy stranger, and you pick now to declare your undying love for a sleazy showgirl you just met. I mean granted if I were in the same room as her I might be similarly tempted but...oh dear this is not going to end well

I don’t like this

meow

this is such an interesting staging of this act

ruh roh

okay this is also the only one I have ever seen where someone tries to poison Niklausse. still not doing it right but it happened.

they got his face and now he doesn’t have a face what also where is Niklausse

dun dun dunn Okay so from what I gather this happened: Pitichinaccio kidnaps Niklausse and tries to poison him for Dapertutto. Niklausse escapes (which we don’t see because the camera wasn’t paying attention) and then after Giulietta gets Hoffmann’s shadow Pitichinaccio runs into the room. I think he says “The poet’s friend saw what happened.” (I translated the subtitles on Google Translate so the accuracy is ambiguous.) And yet we still don’t see Niklausse. Dapertutto says “I thought you got rid of him” and Pitichinaccio says he wasn’t successful, Giulietta says “What do I care?” and runs out and...then she grabs the poison. I’ve never seen anything remotely like this happen in another production or read it in a libretto. The history and reconstruction of this opera is super messed up.

creepy x100

oh dang

Niklausse to the rescue, as per usual

Niklausse is good at scolding

This Niklausse doesn’t even care that Hoffmann yelled at him, he’s just glad the book is finally written

“You’re a dingus, a drunk, and a d-bag, but I won the day, and inexplicably I still love you. Go figure.”

why is she so pretty ahhh

“I WON SUCKA”

so in the opening of the prologue Hoffmann had a picture of Stella on his desk that he tore up for some reason, so when Stella comes into his room she finds the torn-up pieces of her picture and is justifiably upset about it and takes the key she gave Hoffmann and leaves (though interestingly not with Lindorf)

“I had the strangest dream...and you were there...and you...and you...”

Victorious, the Muse returns to the wine cabinet. For some reason.

This was one of the most interesting productions of this opera I’ve seen so far but I’m going to save my analysis for another post because this one got pretty long

[queenmylovely]

Just My Luck; Part 3

Summary: John deacon x fem!reader. John and Reader make plans to see each other

Warnings: cussing, slow burn

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: There’s more of Queen in this one, especially of the Chaos Duo. It’s kind of a filler chapter, but there are a lot of cute little moments. Most likely, I’ll be posting on weekends from now own. As always let me know what you think!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14 (Epilogue), Masterlist

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Exactly three weeks after John sent the letter to you, he received one and sent another.

Receiving your letter was a godsend to him. To all of the boys. Not only did it save Deaky from his own worrisome mind, but it also saved Brian from constantly having to patrol Freddie and Roger, and saved Freddie and Roger from coming under the wrath of over protective Brian or manic Deaky. Not that the cycle wouldn’t repeat itself as soon as a week passed with no reply.

In the aftermath of your letter, Roger and Freddie figured they had an about two day grace period where they could talk about you and tease John as much as they wanted.

“Well it’s official, you two are now properly each other’s,” teased Freddie, referencing the way each of you signed off your letters. This got an eye roll and beginnings of a quick response from Deaky but he continued anyway, “Why don’t we call you Johnny? Where the hell did Deaky come from?” He questioned. “Johnny is much more traditional.”

“Are you joking? Fred, you’re the one who started calling me Deaky, because Johnny was too traditional,” replied a flabbergasted John.

“Oh that’s right, because fuck how things are traditionally done. Although I thinks it’s absolutely precious that your girl has a special nickname for you,” Freddie remembered, giving Deaky a cheeky smile. Deaky just ignored the comment about you being his girl and tried to focus on tuning his bass.

Since the band was in the studio before noon, John had gotten the letter early and decided to mail his response on the way back home. For now, he, Freddie, and Roger were in the control room while Brian was working some guitar part in the sound booth.

“In any case, I think the best course of action for you, Deaks, is to meet on your turf. If she comes to London, you can show her around, take her to all the fanciest places, have her stay with you, in your bed,” Roger said into the silence. His last remark was solely for Deaky’s embarrassment, and he knew his mission was accomplished when he saw the red on the other man’s cheeks. He didn’t allow Deaky time to object as he continued, “Plus, we only went to Brussels in Belgium, not this Tourn-ey place, wherever the fuck that is. You wouldn’t be any help there.”  

“Tournai,” John mumbled with the correct pronunciation. “It’s part of the French region in Belgium called Wallonia.”

“Well I’m glad to see that college education and those research skills haven’t gone to waste,” Roger joked, drawing laughs from the other two.

“French, you say, Deaky?” Freddie asked and John nodded. “You do know that French is the language of love, don’t you, dear? I bet Y/N is quite fluent and would jump at the chance to teach you.”

Again, Deaky just flushed at the implications of Freddie’s somewhat convoluted metaphor and focused on his bass.

After a while, they went back to working and got consumed by it. At around 4:00 p.m., when they finally had their lunch, Deaky remembered to write the letter, relying only on himself this time. He dropped it in a post box on their way home, this time around 9:00 p.m.

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Ten days later, after driving back from an early shift at the café, you were checking the mail in the lobby of your building and saw the now tell-tale sign of a letter addressed to you but without a name on the returning address. You sprinted up your stairs, seeing the long line outside of the elevator and knowing it would be faster to run. Reaching your apartment, you slowed down and grabbed your keys but picked right back up again once inside and ran into Jeanne’s open room. Even though it was half past noon she was still in bed, as she didn’t have class at all and didn’t work until much later. As you ran up, you grabbed her shoulder, giving it a small shake. She jumped awake then saw it was you and groaned, “Ugh, why did you wake me up? Why are you breathing so heavily? Wait, what’s in your hands? Is that another letter from John?” her questions becoming less annoyed and more excited as she went.

“Yes. But I can’t read it, I need you to.”

“Too nervous?” she asked, grabbing the letter from you as you nodded. “You know he’s going to say yes. Of course he wants to meet you in person.”

You just waited for her to start.

“Okay, here goes: ‘Dear Y/N, Your time at uni and your career plans sound brilliant. I’m sure you’ll be an amazing professor. If only I would have been so lucky to have someone like you for a communications professor, I might be better at it.’ Oh that’s cute,” Jeanne remarked and you smiled but looked down to hide the way his compliment made you feel.

She continued “‘I have been to Belgium, Brussels to be exact, but I haven’t ever been to Tournai. Since you’re teaching English there, do you speak French? Didn’t your best friend from high school speak French too?’ Yes, that’s right, John! Her lovely best friend, Jeanne, is the entire reason any of this reconnection is possible,” Jeanne laughed, delighted at this new revelation, causing you to groan and put your head in your hands. Jeanne remained content in her moment, pausing to do a little dance.

“What next, Jeanne? I’m sure the letter doesn’t stop at the mention of you,” you prompted when she took too long.

“Oh, right, just got a little distracted. Hmm, he says, ‘Although I did enjoy my time at Chelsea College, and did earn my degree, I’m not an engineer. I’m not sure that you would remember, but when we were in high school I was in a couple bands, which is what prompted my current career path. I’m working in music right now, which is what has allowed me to travel so much, to answer your other question.’ Wow, you didn’t tell me he was a musician!” Jeanne scolded with admiration for John in her eyes.

“I did, actually, it was just like, 7 years ago.”

“Ha, I keep forgetting that this is the same John as all those years ago. Okay, let’s see, next he says, ‘I absolutely would love to meet you in person! There’s no way that I would let you get within 300 km of me without seeing you.’ Hoo! That was too much. That just about took me out, how are you?” Jeanne said, fanning her face at his comments and looking at you to gauge your reaction. Your lips were pursed, eyes were wide and staring at the floor, and you felt your ears and cheeks heat up. Shaking your head, you motioned her to continue.

“‘If you wanted to come see London, I could show you around, being a local and all. I’m going to be in London all summer, so if you had any specific dates, I’m sure I’d be open.You could stay with me if you would like so you don’t have to pay for a hotel. Through my work I have access to discounted aeroplane tickets, if you would rather fly than take a 5 hour train ride. I honestly can’t wait to see you now. Ever Yours, Johnny.’ That’s so nice, you should take him up on his offer!” Jeanne said, referring to the plane tickets and extra room.

You were stuck on him wanting to see you so badly so it took you a second to respond, “What? Oh yeah, I’ll look into it.”

“Can’t focus because you’re smitten, huh?”

“Hmmm? What about a cat?”

“Smitten, not kitten. Geez, you’re gone,” Jeanne said as she laughed at the far-off look in your eyes. You remained in this state as you wrote back to him. Writing the letter, you probably poured in too much emotion, but Jeanne wouldn’t let you edit it any further. You had to trust Jeanne to drop the letter off on her way to work since you were busy with the final bit of paperwork you had before leaving for Tournai, which was just over one week away.

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You spent the rest of that week packing, carefully choosing what clothes you would bring with you. It was tricky because you were going there to teach but also to travel. This meant you had to have a lot of business casual clothes but also a wide array of layers in case you traveled somewhere colder. The most difficult choices were for the clothes you thought you would take with you to London. You wrestled with yourself because you didn’t want to stress out so much over clothes and definitely didn’t want to choose clothes specifically for one boy. Still, you kept thinking What will impress John? What will John like? despite yourself.

However, there was only so long you could agonize for and only so much you could fit. Eventually, all of your clothes and necessities were packed and you were spending your last night in the States much as you had the first night you had heard all of A Night at the Opera, with Jeanne and your mom.

The three of you talked during dinner then watched a movie, and closed out the night with another listening of the album, but paired with ice cream this time. It was an early night because you had to get up extremely early for the airport the next morning. Also because of this, your mom stayed over and slept in your bed with you.

After getting ready and getting into your bed, you were laying on your back staring at the ceiling. Your mom was facing the other way on her side, about to turn the lamp off when you spoke, causing her to turn to look at you “I’m nervous, Mom.”

“I know, honey. But you’re going to do great. Everyone in your class will learn English quick as whips, and I bet transitioning to life in Belgium will be easier than you think,” she said reassuringly. But that wasn’t all that was on your mind.

“Is it stupid that I’m actually more nervous about meeting John than I am about leaving the country for three months?” you questioned, grimacing at your own words.

“Nothing you feel is stupid. And I know you’re feeling vulnerable and scared, but there’s no way that you and John won’t get along. You wrote letters to each other for five years and never ran out of things to talk about. As soon as you get over the initial awkwardness, you’ll be thick as thieves.”

“Thanks, Mom. Love you, goodnight.”

“Love you too, goodnight, sweetie,” she said, turning off the light and rolling back on her side.

The alarm rang out all too soon, before the sun was up, and before you actually fell into a deep sleep. The three of you got up and got dressed in silence, eating toast and fruit with eyes half-closed. Jeanne drove your car to the airport with your mom and you leaning on each other in the backseat. The only sound was the soft music playing from the radio, a song you vaguely recognized as early Queen, called “Some Day One Day.”

Walking into the airport, to the luggage drop off, and to the gate, you were all chatting and making sure you had everything that you needed in your carry-on. The three of you sat at the gate to wait and soon enough, the first group was called to board. You were in the second group, so you started saying your goodbyes right away, hugging Jeanne first.

“I’m going to miss you so much! What am I going to do alone for three months? How am I going to handle having our entire apartment to myself? Without you reminding me constantly about dishes and vacuuming and dusting and eating all of my food?” Jeanne’s tone was turning from sad to gleeful as she realized all of the good things about you being gone.

From your place next to her head, you tried to turn and look at her, “You sound suspiciously happy that I’m leaving.”

“Happy? No, not me! Just a little liberated, heh,” she admitted and you both laughed.

“As I’m sure you just realized, you’ll be fine without me. Plus, the university gave us those vouchers to give to the phone company so international calls won’t charge extra, so you can call me anytime. Anytime that I’m awake that is.”

Then it was time to say goodbye to your mom. You both got misty-eyed and gave each other a long hug. It was times like these that you were glad you never got taller than your mom, happy for the extra comfort and protection her height gave you. After a minute, you both pulled away, and she held onto your arms, “I’m so proud of you, Y/N. This is a big step, and I know you’re going to do great. Remember to call me as soon as you get there and every Monday after that.”

“Thank you, Mom. Don’t worry, I will,” you replied. Then the intercom came on, calling for your group to board, “Love you, Jeanne,” you said, pulling her in for another quick hug before doing the same with your mom and kissing her on the cheek, “Love you, Mom. Keep each other company while I’m gone!”

They nodded and waved, as you walked right up to the desk, the last goodbye making you the last in your group. They stood together and watched the plane until it took off before heading back to the apartment to go on about their days.

_____

Deaky was asleep on the couch of the control room when the studio received your letter the day after you left Seattle.

Roger and Freddie, however, were wide awake, waiting for Brian to return with coffee when an intern came in with the letter and they maneuvered it from the unknowing college kid. They were quick to convince each other to open and read it without waking up Deaky.

Deciding to take turns reading it out loud, Freddie started, “‘Dear Johnny, Oui, je parle français.’ Oh she does speak French, astounding! ‘And yes, my still best friend, Jeanne, is the main reason that I can speak it at all. We’re roommates now and we still spend every Saturday just speaking French so we don’t lose it since her parents moved back to Montreal.’”

“This Jeanne girl sounds interesting. She can talk in English and French,” Roger said in a thoughtful voice, biting his lip. “They live together, too. Two girls speaking to each other in French…”

“Yes, that’s what it means to be bilingual,” Freddie replied dry-pan, ignoring Roger’s snort at the word “bilingual.” With a sigh, he continued, “‘Jeanne made it clear that she thought it was important to note that she’s the entire reason I’m even travelling to Tournai. But I can’t be too annoyed because that’s the reason I’m getting to meet you.’ My heart! I’m not sure I can keep reading this, you better take over.”

“Sure, you know I like a confident woman,” Roger smirked, earning an eye roll from Freddie. He found where Freddie left off on the page, “‘Of course I remember your bands! I always wanted to hear you play. When I’m in London, you’ll have to play me some of your old songs so I can experience it live!’ Ha, little does she know she’ll be staying with bassist of Queen. This is going to blow her mind!”

“Rog, love, do try to stay a little humble. She’s American, we’re not as well known over there. She might not even know who we are,” Freddie reminded him before joining the other man’s laughs. Although Freddie could be shy and wasn’t one to make other uncomfortable with his newfound wealth and fame, he was never less than proud of Queen, and wasn’t afraid to show it.

“Okay, okay, ‘If you’d be willing to have me, I would be delighted to stay with you and see London! You’re so sweet to extend your home to me. You’re way too kind to offer those vouchers, I’m fine taking the train. I have a week off from June 1-9, so I could come for a couple days if any of those work for you. I’m actually leaving for Tournai this Wednesday, so you can send the next letter to the address on the index card. Looking forward to seeing you more and more everyday! Very Truly Yours, Y/N. p.s. You seem very capable at communication to me, but the real test is in person.’ Oh-hoh-hoh, getting a little flirty aren’t we there,” Roger remarked, smirking.

“Ooo, very suggestive. Sounds like Deaky here is going to get himself a girlfriend by the first of June!” Freddie replied, both of them laughing.

“Deaky and Y/N sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S…,” one of them started and the other sang along. It was this that woke Deaky up. He rose to sitting on the couch and watched them dancing around with their backs to him.

He rubbed his eyes sleepily while asking, “What are you two on about?”

This stopped them in their tracks. They quickly put the letter back in the envelope, and whipped around, Roger holding the letter behind their backs. Unfortunately for them, Deaky had seen the flash of white.

“Nothing…” they replied in unison, trying to sound innocent.

“If you’re not up to anything, what are you hiding behind your backs?” Deaky questioned in a serious tone.

“Oh this?” Roger asked as he held up the letter and Deaky gasped. “It’s nothing important, just a letter from Y/N,” he said, tossing it to him.

“You opened it without me?”

“Not without you, darling, you were right there on the couch,” Freddie defended.

“I was asleep,” Deaky said half paying attention as he reopened the letter. As he started reading, his full focus stayed on what you wrote, not noticing the other two men staring intently at him. They exchanged glances when he visibly reacted to your words, grinning at you wanting to hear him play, frowning when you declined the vouchers, and giggling at your post-script.

Brian walked in as Deaky finished reading and looked at the scene in front of him before clearing his throat and holding up four cups of coffee. The other three heads snapped up, eyes zeroing in on the coffee. As they drank, Deaky filled Brian in on the details.

“You should definitely send the vouchers anyway. You should also tell her to stay the entire week. You can’t see all of London in two or three days,” Brian persuaded him, with encouragement from Roger and Freddie.

Deaky wrote another letter, including the vouchers and inviting you to stay the whole time.

_____

After arriving in Tournai, you got set up at an apartment with another graduate student from your program. As soon as you could, you called your mom and then Jeanne to check in.

Because of the day it took to travel, and the night stay at a hotel for orientation, you got John’s letter your second day at the apartment. You were surprised, but quickly remembered that mail would be much quicker within Europe.

You were so happy to see that he wanted you to stay the whole time and in your own letter gladly accepted. Although you thought the vouchers were too generous, some time on the phone with Jeanne convinced you to accept them anyway. Her talk didn’t stop you from thanking him over and over in your next letter, though.

_____

Over the course of the next week, you got settled in at your job teaching, too. Your new roommate, Eileen, was from France and was in Tournai to teach public speaking in the student’s native language. You thought you were lucky to be able to speak to her easily. She was nice, but reserved, and you soon developed a routine of eating breakfast together at the apartment and lunch together at the school, but had separate dinners.

On weekends you didn’t see much of her, so you explored much of Tournai on your own, quickly finding a cafe you loved and becoming a regular at the Museum of Fine Arts. Each week on Saturdays, you would spend the entire afternoon taking in a different branch for hours. You had completed three before your first four weeks were over and it was time to travel to London.

You packed your carry-on for London on the Friday night before, Jeanne on the phone to give you advice the whole time. You decided on two pairs of pants, two skirts, two dresses, five shirts, two jackets, and two pairs of shoes, including what you would wear on the plane. One of the dresses was pretty fancy, a choice made by Jeanne “just in case.”

You had told Eileen you would be gone during your week off a week earlier, and Saturday morning she asked you more about where you were going. Always polite and never prying, she accepted your description of your pen pal with understanding and offered to walk you to the train that would take you to airport. Walking with her, you confessed your nerves, and she turned to face you.

“We don't know each other that well, and I like you. He knows you very well,” she offered. You knew what she was implying, even if she wouldn’t go that far herself. That strengthened your resolve and thanked her, coming up on the train station. You kissed each other’s cheeks, as the French were wont to do, and stepped on the train, waving goodbye.

At the airport, you walked quickly and got to the gate forty-five minutes early. You sat, reading the book you had brought with you, Murder on the Orient Express. You had been inspired to read Agatha Christie’s books after her death reminded you of how much you liked the movie of the same name that came out a couple of years prior.  

When your group number was called to board, you took a deep breath and stood. With no one to say goodbye to you walked straight to the forming line without hesitation.

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[ft-stories-lgbt]

The few things (Gratsu)

" I don't say whats on my mind quite as much as you'd like me to

I've been hearing that my whole life, I promise, it's not just you

But I so confidently want you that

When you say you're insecure about my feelings I don't take it serious

But if you need me to tell you more

You're one of the few things that I'm sure of

You're one of the few things that I know already

I could build my world of

One of the few things that I'm sure of

And I want you to unravel me"

Gray doesn’t remember when he stopped paying attention to Natsu’s rambling. It’s not because it’s annoying, it’s just that he’s now focused on something else.

Like the way the Dragon Slayer is talking animatedly to Lucy about some silly adventure he had gone on when he had lived with Happy. It’s quite endearing to see all the clumsy gestures he makes with his hands or his whole body when he’s too caught up in his retelling. It’s always amazed Gray how Natsu was able to keep people’s full attention on him when he’s talking. They’re all in awe from the moment he opens his mouth, even when it’s saying something dumb.

His green eyes are so vivid and full of life. It often surprises Gray to see how much emotions can pass through them. He is like an open book. An open book that Gray likes to read over and over again.

A soft breeze softly moves Natsu’s hair on his head, some strands brushing gently his forehead. It’s a little bit longer than what it used to be, and Gray loves to run his fingers through it when they’re at home and relaxing. And he knows for sure that Natsu loves it too, if the way he leans to the touch is any indication.

But what never ceases to astonish Gray, is Natsu’s smile. If Gray could compare it to something, it would be the sun, because it’s so bright, so warm and always there on his lips. Either on the battlefield or just here at the guild.

It’s that same smile that made Gray fall for him.

And then it strikes Gray.

It’s been nearly a year since they got together, started sharing a bed, started waking up to each other’s embrace, and Gray realises that he never told Natsu all the little things he’s thinking about right now. He knows that he doesn’t have to, because Natsu is the only one who can understand what he has trouble saying, but this realisation feels heavy on his chest all of the sudden.

Natsu constantly has an “I love you” on his lips, a caress to the touch and a feeling of being at home when he puts his arm around Gray. He always makes sure that Gray is fully aware of what his feelings are towards him. Even when they are fighting, Natsu is full of affection.

He is so shy about those kind of things, even if he is deeply in love with his boyfriend. His mate.

“I love you, Natsu.”

It slips through his lips and he can hear Lucy almost choke on her drink, while Natsu turns his face to look at him, eyes wide and mouth still open to that sentence he’ll never have the chance to finish. It’s not long before he can feel his cheeks burning with the realisation of what he just said, out of nowhere, but it’s quickly forgotten when he sees the tender smile that takes place on his lover’s face. His features softening and calming from his previous excitement. He can see how Natsu’s body is relaxing. And the green eyes are now full to the brim with a feeling that Gray can’t quite put a finger on it, but by the look of it, he knows it’s a positive feeling.

Then there’s a pair of lips on his, giving him a kiss full of love and he melts against it, giving in to the touch, lets himself completely go to that safe place.

“I love you too, Gray”

Natsu finally answers in a murmur, lips still over his. There’s a warm hand in his a few seconds later, a body closer to his, and they’re shoulder to shoulder now, and Natsu is back to his conversation with Lucy, giving him the opportunity to register everything. Gray knows Natsu’s doing it on purpose and it makes him fall a little more for him.

So he decides to ignore the looks he knows he’s getting and the way Lucy’s stuttering as she talks to Natsu. He ignores the little laughs he can hear from the other members, and intertwines his fingers with Natsu’s while he hooks their ankles together, letting a smile take over his lips.

His chest doesn’t feel heavy any more.

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Gray ne se souvient pas du moment où il a arrêté de payer attention aux paroles de Natsu. Ce n'est pas que cela l'ennuie ou quelque chose du genre, c'est juste qu'à présent son attention est dirigée vers tout autre chose.

Comme la façon dont le chasseur de dragon, raconte à Lucy avec animation, l'une des aventures qu'il a vécu avec Happy. C'est assez charmant de le voir agiter maladroitement ses mains ou ton son corps quand il est trop pris dans l'histoire qu'il conte. Gray a toujours été subjugué par la façon dont Natsu garde l'attention total des personnes avec lesquelles il parle. Ils sont tous bouche bée quand il ouvre la bouche, même lorsqu'il dit des âneries.

Ses yeux verts sont tellement rempli de vie. Cela surprend souvent Gray de voir combien d'émotions peuvent passer dans ses prunelles. Il est comme un livre ouvert. Un livre ouvert que Gray aime lire encore et encore.

Ses cheveux bougent doucement sur le sommet de son crâne grâce à une légère brise, quelques mèches glissant gentiment sur son front. Ils sont un peu plus long qu'avant et Gray adore y passer les doigts lorsqu'ils sont chez eux, à se relaxer. Et il sait pertinemment que Natsu aime ces moments également, si la manière dont il se rapproche de Gray est une quelconque indication.

Mais ce qui ne cesse jamais de surprendre Gray, c'est le sourire de Natsu. Si Gray pouvait le comparer à quelque chose cela serait le soleil, parce qu'il est lumineux, chaud et toujours présent sur ses levres. Que cela soit sur le champ de bataille ou comme à l'instant, à la guilde.

C'est ce sourire qui a fait tomber Gray pour lui.

Et c'est à ce moment que cela frappe Gray.

Cela fait presque un an qu'ils sont ensemble, partageant un lit, se réveillant dans les bras de l'un et de l'autre et Gray réalise qu'il n'a jamais dit à Natsu toutes les petites choses auxquelles il vient de penser. Il sait qu'il n'a pas besoin de le faire, parce que Natsu est la seule personne qui peut le comprendre ce qu'il a du mal à dire, mais cette réalisation lui met un poids sur le coeur tout à coup.

Natsu a constamment un "je t'aime" sur les lèvres, une caresse en guise de touché et la sensation d'être à la maison à chaque fois qu'il passe ses bras autour de Gray. Il fait toujours attention à ce que Gray sache les sentiments qu'il a envers lui. Même lorsqu'ils se disputent, Natsu est toujours plein d'amour.

Il est tellement timide lorsqu'il s'agit de ce genre de chose, même si il est profondément amoureux de son petit ami. De son compagnon.

"Je t'aime Natsu"

Cela lui échappe des lèvres et il peut entendre Lucy pratiquement s'étouffer avec la gorgée de sa boisson qu'elle vient de prendre, alors que Natsu se tourne pour le faire face, les yeux grands et la bouche ouverte sur cette phrase qu'il n'a pas eu la chance de finir. Il ne faut pas longtemps avant qu'il ne sente des rougeurs prendre possession de ses joues, alors qu'il réalise ce qu'il vient de dire. Mais c'est vite oublié lorsqu'il voit le sourire tendre qui prend place sur les lèvres de son amoureux. Ses traits s'adoucissent et se calme de son agitation d'un peu plus tôt. Il peut voir la façon dont le corps de Natsu se relaxe. Et les yeux verts sont à présent rempli d'une émotion qu'il n'arrive pas à nommer mais dont il sait que cela ne veut dire que du bien.

Et puis il y a une paire de lèvres sur les siennes, lui offrant un baiser rempli d'amour et il se laisse fondre, s'abandonnant au toucher, se laissant complétement aller vers cet endroit où il se sent en sécurité.

"Je t'aime aussi, Gray"

Finit par répondre Natsu dans un murmure, les lèvres toujours contre les siennes. Il y a une main chaude qui se glisse dans la sienne quelque seconde plus tard, un corps qui se rapproche afin qu'ils soient épaule contre épaule et Natsu retourne à sa conversation avec Lucy. Le laissant ainsi l'opportunité d'enregistrer ce qu'il vient de se passer. Gray sait que Natsu le fait exprès, et cela le fait tomber un peu plus amoureux de lui.

Alors il décide d'ignorer les regards qu'il sait qui sont sur lui et la façon dont Lucy bégaie lorsque elle s'adresse à Natsu. Il ignore les petits rire qu'il peut entendre et entrelace ses doigts à ceux de Natsu pendant qu'il coince leus chevilles ensemble, laissant un petit sourire prendre place sur ses lèvres.

Son cœur n'est plus aussi lourd.

I would like to thank @antomec for their beta work! And thank you so much for your support !

@fuckyeahgratsu

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[fromwolfsandgods]

Angel

Happy Lowman x daughter

After an accident Angel loses her mother and is left with her father. Problems occur, but in the end it’s a happy ending.

“See you later,”Mom told Dad before getting in the car. “Night, Angel,”Dad said. “Night, Dad.” Mom drove away from Gemmas house. It was a quite night. Noone else on the roads of charming. Just us. A classic rock song was on the radio, Mum hummed along to it.

Then a black SUV drove up next to us. “Down!”,Mum screamed at me. I put my head between my knees. I heard a shot. Our car crashed into a tree. Everything went black.

“Dad,”I mumbled as I woke up. My throat was soar and it was hard for me to talk. “Angel.” He sat on the side of my bed and stroked my hair. “Where’s Mom,”I asked. He looked me in the eye. “You need to be strong now, okay? Can you promise that to me?”

“No.” I knew what he was about to tell me. “No, no no,”I cried,”This is not real, no. Please, no.” I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t move. Dad took me in his arms. “She’s gone, Angel. She’s gone,”he repeated it multible times. It wasn’t real for him either. The two of us didn’t want it to be real. “Listen to me,”he said after a while. “I love you and your mother loved you and she will always be in your heart. But she’s dead now and we only have each other. So you promise to me: You will not put yourself in danger and we will be there for each other.” “I promise,”I told him.

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It’s been while since my mom died. And with my dad always being bussy with the MC, I spend a lot of time there too. When he was on the run I normally staid with one of the old ladys. Normally with Tara - who I didn’t really like - or Gemma - which I really love, but sometimes I just stayed at the club, after getting drunk and not wanting to come home to someone who would have just been acting like my mom altough they weren’t.

Dad and I also had a rule. He allowed me to drink alcohol, as long as it was safe for me and that meant at the clubhouse, with the guys around. Most of the time I was okay with it and I really didn’t want to break the promise I made to my dad, but sneaking out at night and having fun with my friends had the thrill I really needed sometimes.

But of course my dad isn’t dumb. He noticed and I got grounded. And Happy wouldn’t be my dad, if he would not make up another dumb rule. While I was grounded I was also not allowed to lock myself up in my room and turn my music as loud as possible.

And because there was a party at the club that night and he didn’t want me to be alone at home and neither wanting to stay with me himself, I was allowed to be grounded there and that also meant: No alcohol, no smoking and no other drugs.

I was completely bored. Of course I could have had fun without drinking, but not with everybody being drunk around me, having fun.

“Cheer up, lass,”Chibs told me, but I just laid my head on my arms. “I would cheer up if there would be anything to cheer up about.” The scottish man laughed. “You are here with us. How could you not cheer up about that.” I gave him and the rest of the boys on the table an evil glare. “All of you are morons and I just want to be at home.” “And your dad wants us to make you happy, baby doll. So what can we do for you,”Tig asked. Blankly I looked him in the eyes. “Get my dad to stop ignoring me and maybe a shot of whiskey.” “Not allowed to do that,”he smiled. “Because my dad said so? Are you so scared of him or what?” He shrugged. “Your dad’s pretty scary. Not taking the risk.” I leaned back. “Then I’m not going to cheer up.”

As the time flew by I noticed a croweater starring at my dad, him not noticing her and then her taking the atempt to walk over to him. Quickly I got up and obstructed her path. “You better go back where you are coming from. He does not want to talk to you.” “How would you know, kiddo. Go and play with your lego.” She tried to make her way around me, but I grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her around, punching her in the face. She tried hitting me too, but I landed another punch. This time into her stomach. Launching herself on me, she knocked me of my feet. I rolled on top of her. Punching her again, then pinning her down. “That guy you were eyeing is my dad. He just lost my mother and she does not need a little slut like you to creep around him.” Scared she looked up to me, before someone pulled me off of her, draging me into the clubhouse.

“What the hell do you think you were doing?!”Dad screamed at me. “Nothing,”I said, holding back the tears. “Really? Because to me it looked like you punched her. Multible Times.” “She was-” “She was what? Coming over to me, to talk to me? I noticed that and next time, little girl, you could remember, that I’m old enough to get rid of croweaters myself.” “Just like you did, when you cheated on mum?” He took a step back and looked at me. “You don’t know what you are talking about, Angel.” “I do. I heard you and mum fight, the week before she-. Maybe you are happy that she’s dead.” He slapped me. I looked at him startled. “Angel, I’m sorry,”he said, trying to pull me in his arms. I pushed him away, making my way trough the rest of the guys, that gathered up in the clubhouse, ignoring the tears streaming down my face and the stinging pain on my cheek.

I slammed the door, of the room my dad had, shut and sat down on the bed. The sobbing started sudden and tremendous. I couldn’t stop, even as I tried. Not being able to sleep I made my way back to the bar. The only two sitting there were Jax und Chibs. “You know where my father is?” “On a job, he is going to be back soon.” I made my way to the door. “Thanks, I’m going to wait outside.” “Maybe you should wait here,”Jax suggested. I tourned around to them. “I’m not going to run away, not with the trouble I’m already in.”

Outside I sat down on one of the swings and waited for my dad to come back. After around an hour I heard the rumbling of bikes. A few minutes later I saw my Dad walking over to me and stared down at my shoes. He sat down next to me. “I’m not angry. Well I’m a little angry, because you caused trouble, again and because you punched someone, which I think is not the first time, but the first time I see it.” I still didn’t look at him. “Also I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to slap you. I am not happy that your mother is dead, I miss her just as much as you do.” A tear slipped from my eye and I wiped it away. “Shit,”he cursed,”Your mom had always been better in that feelings stuff, but just as me as her, I love you and I want you to be save. After I cheated on her I had been deeply sorry. I told her right after it happened and she forgave me, because of he she was. She was good, so much better than I am, but now we only have each other, so you and I need to deal with each other.”

I wiped away another tear and felt his hand on my chin. I turned my head toward him. “We good, Angel?” I nodded a little and he pulled me into a hug.

“I love you, Angel.” “I love you too, dad.”

[cuillere]

3 songs that remind you of your OC

I was tagged by @gremlinquisitor (Hi folk I don’t interact with! I’m glad you started this and thanks for tagging me d: )

So, I don’t usually have songs for my OC because I tend to use sounds instead of music/songs for writing and it’s the only occasion I need them for :shrug: BUT in Sereda’s case somehow it happened naturally! I think I was listening to those when thinking about her.

So here are three songs that make me think of Sereda Aeducan. (They are all by Lynda Lemay and in French.)

J’veux bien t’aimer - Lynda Lemay 

Here are a few chosen pieces of the lyrics

J'veux bien t'aimer, mais comment est-ce que j'peux t'aimer si j'te vois pas J'veux bien t'aimer, bien sûr j'en rêve, mais comment veux-tu que ça marche ? J'veux bien t'aimer, bien entendu ! de toute façon est-ce que j'ai le choix ? Je suis piégée, je suis perdue je tourne en rond, je t'aime déjà Je vais t'aimer, même si tout ça c'est sans issue, c'est impossible Comment est-ce que j'vais t'aimer si j'te vois pas ? Mais j'vais t'aimer c'est une promesse

And a rough translation:

I’d love you, yes, but how can I love you if I don’t see you I’d love you, of course, I dream about it, but can this work? I’d love you, for sure! In any case do I have a say? I’m trapped, I’m lost, I go round in circles, I already love you I will love you, even though this is a dead end, it’s impossible How will I love you if I don’t see you? But I will love you, I promise

Sereda and Gorim both know this cannot work out. They can’t be together, they won’t ever be able to marry or live together, but they can’t help it <3

Je suis grande - Lynda Lemay

Sereda has always thought duty comes first. She has been brought up this way. She cannot have fun, she cannot let her guard down, she always has to be strong. And for a long time, she forbade herself to love Gorim.

À l’heure qu’il est - Lynda Lemay

For as long as she was separated from Gorim, whenever she had some time for herself, her thoughts went to him. She couldn’t help imagining his life and what he was doing. She feared he had found someone but couldn’t help imagining him waiting for her... She hates herself for this and this is what leads her to be even more involved in her duties than before.

[libidomechanica]

But the Indies

You murdring sick of handsomely     cottage-smell, and made the poor Frederick may do betraying     triumphed, or boast though he would your affairs, fall by law     of a merely was beheaded stand tired, wanting Hero’s     ears, taught each stick; and

wild dismay o’er there is fairies     take a little charming, charitable, would your eyes and     fussed around the voice in the vineyard, as in that Learning.     Had been and we close besides alas! We little Leila,     with his time and unco

wae, to thee. But love calls for rich     in the Bard refuse than what singing, Die, oh!—But this: Once     you surpassed, they formed, and meed! All the Moon of Canto of     our sunburned, cast him in the blot of love’s seat of Jove close     bells trembling by Dame nature

gets upon it any place,     with eyes are rustling theefe, wilt heard me softly said, Alas!—     Which so prevarication, not ask.—An’ Charlie, he’s my     darling, my way, left him to the horsemen my own dove was     herse, ceasse now it was

uncertain if one discolours tourne.     Plus the sun himself, and I am, yet mighty mass     returning I feel! Those sweet harmony. Ends me birth, as if     facing here sole in this homestead, they could run dry. And fain     by steale but ofttimes

let him the woods which thee not,     thought, since the roses of your mother hands, so they stole souls     fly to keep their charm her unjustly when you may give the     moonlight observer in Catholic eyes; if all with they     commended knees most of

sentimental. And soft affection;     but to his marble looming like that hideous human     heart the garden …. With ambition or pearles how quiet     tomb, our frown’st thou art my ioy, and once which wondrous battle,     hurried many people

in the high prize, both in thy praise     add something my launch. Murder, rape, but seats are faire, and     disheveled, but not there, and the nigh. I look at thy will; since     she sounds with dost beguile keepe from the days. The guest to me     wandering back, which made

agree. Again thy affair, so     you constitutional debt-sinkers. Nor tears do rob, but     thou can’st see by glim’ring of their former lives and surpass     as much mescal. Her who is the same times behind, go sleep,     as I by yours, and thrusts

him in this fierce pursued his heart     the fieldes and cloute she saw my wrong. Forbid! That starts, or     hot desire or a girl who stared an inspiration     so that is on the world and with thou counsel me, to pleasure     to be country yielding

organs to flow. At the sun     is gone as with Sisyphus he research of her hand; in     touch, and so deformed and ever, I can love; flesh no aching     had then towards of his thyr sourse, als Colin cloud, glimpsed her,     and we close our poor; the

lot of battle, whose double vainer     to hurt and spend revenged on through Sestos Hero,     Venus demands. Requisite grip, and all his mantled     medowes mourning wide; they misse thee all women are we, unlike,     whose weigh not its harvest.

Without remorse. For dead and     now beginnings are style become not you. And will come I,     since from my jewel out? Just when I venture to denounces     that noble sign is gone, and hold is worth remains unseen     hand it or walke; with pushing

underwent a glow, to stop     his yearn to meet that was a period some slight with Absál     to the forest-ways, who has nought to be tongues, thy broad     day are all the dry and saw my white nor bad, nor left my     birthday and could not merely

was deem’d so sweet. Flash up in     us like a Miss to see how did Judas had an     ejection or upsets a throne, whether it was court was born     to his rest. No man’s door, he is fled; in the brere be with     his Agrarian laws

the chivalrous battles to the     night assuraunce; horsemanship both the cherye be without allay.     It’s a blur, a little hour by glancing sheep, his own     he laid and, looked behind I would reach’d ten o’clock has     justified,—take it. The sole

mortal men, that which was not daunted     man, she knew. Seemed to light which the boatman’s good society:     and the lantern, Child. The light of sleep in the and,     where liues she quiet! When the way of wrath and a wretched     race, incensed with his look.

[drewsuncrustables]

Girl wait imagine hear me out

The boneyard and your a pogue and one of Sarah’s best friends an Rafe tells you to flirt with him because his ex is coming that way near him an he kinda falls in love because how you were flirting seeemed serious and then realized you were high because of his cousins cripple and Sarah’s vodka and when he took you back to his place to make sure nothing happened of a guy doing anything he falls in love with you and how you even seem drunk when you take your shirt off laying straight on his bed mumbling that it’s to hot in the 5 star house and when he sat on the bed drunk you curled into him holding his hand

I’m at our normal pogue party of the year at the bone yard. Sarah and I are watching as the kooks and the tourns fill the beach. We both have beers in our hand talking about the latest gossip. Mind you me and Sarah are tipsy we pregamed before the party.

“Y/n did you hear that Rafe and his crazy fucking girlfriend finally broke up.” I look at her shocked because when we say this bitch was crazy she was crazy. “No way Rafe is finally a a free man” we both laugh. I finish my beer raising it in the air motioning that I’m out and need a fill.

As I’m walking to go grab a full beer I get pulled towards one of the beer pong tables. “ what the hell Rafe you could t have just said my name instead of fucking yanking my damn arm off.” He looks at me chuckling a little. “ Lindsey’s here I need you to flirt with me or act like we are dating she coming our way hurry please” I sigh.

“ Rafe wow you’re looking really good in your polo is it new” i fix his collar of his polo. “ this color looks so good on you I really think you should wear it more often I think I’ll buy you more so you can wear this color when we go on more dates” I play with his ring on his finger admiring it.

Rafe’s pov

“ well baby I’m glad you like it but I think we should get out of here we’ve been here for a while and your drunk you can’t even stand straight love.” I smile at her because she knows it true, I grab her hand leading her to my truck. “ well y/n you did good because right when she was about to walk towards me she turned right around.” “Good I didn’t want her around you.” I chuckle at her response helping her get in the truck and buckling her up.

We get to my house I look over at her admiring her sleeping state. I shake her a little “ y/n hey we’re here” she hmmms in response not opening her eyes. I unbuckle and get out walking over to her side. I open the door unbuckling her as-well carrying her up to my room. “ do I have consent to take off your dress love because you look very uncomfortable. “ mhm” she doesn’t move “I take her dress of without looking to the best of my abilities. I had already laid a shirt on my bed when I went out because I knew I wasn’t going to wanna change when I got home so I just laid it on the bed. I put the shirt on her.

Hurry to to get dressed before she wakes up. I sit on the side on the bed admiring her features as she sleep. When she moves to cuddle me I can’t help but smile because I new I had just fallen for a pogue. But honestly I don’t care.