#ITS “SHIT IS THIS MY FIRST DAY ON TUMBLR”

[highlady-of-prythian]

Enchanted by Starlight ── ( prologue )

SUMMARY - In a world rules by the hierarchy of Alpha's and Beta's, Avaryce is on the run - and run she does, right into the Night Court where a certain pack is in need of an Omega.

Warnings: This is my first ever story on Tumblr. Mentions of runaways and abuse, and this story includes A/B/O. Not gonna be good, so brace yourselves.

Pairings: Inner Circle x OC

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With each step I took away from my old life, the weight of expectation and abuse suffered at the hands of those who were supposed to be my "pack" fell away, leaving only uncertainty and adrenaline in its wake. The stars blinked down on me like old companions, and I couldn't help but let out a small exhale. I was free.

I had been on the run, I suppose you could say, for the past few days. The journey long and perilous. In truth I had no idea where I was going, only that I needed to get as far away as possible from my old pack, or what was supposed to be a pack.

I sigh, slinging down my backpack ducking behind a tree. If anything this would be a good place to rest for the night. The forest had become a part of me now. It enveloped me like a mother would her child. It felt comfortable, right, in a way that was inexplainable.

I found a rock next to the stump of tree I decided to rest behind and took a seat. I grabbed the bag digging through what little bit I had. I started off with a few protein bars and water, only to now end up with half a bottle of water, and maybe a crumb or two of protein bars that would make a mouse scoff in distaste.

Seems I need to head to a town, tommorow. The thought alone made shivers run up my spine. I had been careful thus far not to run into anyone. After all, I was an Omega. One that was now packless, and alone. There's likely two things Alpha's or Beta's would do to me if spotted: take me back to my original pack, or try to mark me as their own. And we'll, neither option is viable in my opinion, especially if they're as brutal as my previous pack was to Omega's.

Since the beginning of well...forever, Alpha's were known to take an Omega and mark them as territory in packs. And since the pack I was in previously was strictly familial, I wasn't yet marked by any bonded packs as theirs. Which means I am now practically free game to any pack that wants me . . .Yay. Not.

I didn't even know which court I was near anymore. I didn't have a map or a sense of direction. I simply booked it in the middle of the night three days ago. The thought alone makes me groan in annoyance. I should have planned this better, but after a particular beating, I realized I couldn't take it anymore, that I sshouldn't.

I was not some animal to be treated so unfairly. I wouldn't sit and be caged and look pretty only to be sold off to a cruel pack to sit and bare faelings, or pups. And I wouldn't. If there was a pack that could look past me being an Omega and see me for me then I would finally think about a life settling down. But until then, I would remain packless, and alone.

My thoughts are interrupted by the growling of my stomach. "Shit." I mumbled, tiredly. I hadn't realized when I shut my eyes, or when the stars fading into nothingness above me.

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The next morning I set back off on my journey. The winds bristled past me whipping through my strawberry blonde hair. The void in my stomach only grew, and grew. I would need to eat something soon before Ipassed out. I gulped. That's the last thing I need.

I set a faster pace forward, keeping the negative thoughts down. There wasn't time for that. It wasn't until I caught a wiff of a delectable pumpkin pie that I finally paused. The aroma of the dish made my mouth water, and oh? The scent of whipped cream filled my senses.

I was nearing a clearing, and when I finally pulled back the last bit of brush in my way, I saw it. The Night Court. Or, well, Velaris: the City of Starlight. By legs didn't care as they led me down a steep hill towards that magnificent city. Its been years since they opened the border to outsiders. It won't be a suprise to see a new face, luckily.

I saw people walking, and talking with each other, the people seemed, peaceful. Much unlike what I saw growing up. The city felt alive and refreshing. As I walked past many streets and shops, onlookers seemed to pause and look at me. Not surprising: I probably look like a mad woman looking for this pie. But I couldn't care.

Not as the scent grew nearer and nearer, until there it was. A pie, sitting on the edge of a window sill. Steam wafted off of the pastry, and my mouthed opened slightly at the sight. In front of me was a building to a art studio where I could hear the laughter and voices of children inside. No one would notice a tiny bite being gone, right? I got closer to the pie, already tasting the deliciousness when the door to the studio opens.

My eyes widen as I run to the side of the building which just so happens to be an alleyway. Praying that no one had seen me. My scent was blocked off with scentblockers, so they couldn't tell that an Omega was near. "Huh, I swear I could have heard something." A sweet melodic voice mumbles.

"Probably a stray squirrel, Fey, nothing to fear. " A soft, sweet, voice says. "Oh! I almost forgot! The pie!" I ducked further into the alley before the voice drew to close. "Can't have the kids getting to hungry, right?"

"They'll love it, Elain." The voice, "Fey" states.

"You think?" The Elain girl questions.

"I know it!" Fey exclaims. "It's so sweet that you baked it for them, they must be starving." The sympathy in her voice makes me wanna gag at the thought that I was going to eat these kids' pie. "Come on."

When the door shuts, I lean on the building with a sigh. I need to be more careful. With scentblockers I will be fine for a while, but running up to the studio and acting like a deranged female was not a part of the plan.

And now the pie is gone.

A rack of guilt flowed through me. A pie that was meant for children. A gnawed on my fist and sighed. It didn't matter. I didn't get it, anyway. No harm done, right? Wrong. Suddenly, something sharp pointed at my ribs, and I stiffen. Oh, no. I'd been caught. And now I was going back to my old pack. My face paled. I can't go back. "Turn around." A sturdy male voice said. The voice sent shivers down my spine.

He voice was like a symphony of shadows. Dark and controlled. Alluring and hypnotizing. Deep and tempting. I mentally curse. Now isn't the time to get hormonal. I obliged the mystery man, taking my time to face the man with the blade. And when I do - when I see those delectable dark eyes, and the shadows that erupted from every which way from around him, it is only then that I realize how much shit I'm in. Maybe even more so than I was before I left in the first place.

[flovoid]

🎸

FLOVOID 1ST ANNIVERSARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

woah crazy.

for tumblr i was way active before-(and I usually don’t post on friday) but this day, the 10th of january is where i officially started to be active in the sims community.

ngl when i first started posting sims stuff here it was just for my siblings cuz i wanted them to see my shenanigans- but as always i was surprised by the support from yall, thats still crazy! WDYM YOU LIKE MY STUFF? EVEN BOTHER TO REBLOG IT? COMMENT? I REALLY DONT DESERVE THIS KINDNESS...

flovoid may be havin its first year celebration but I always knowing sims my entire, i even been in this community before and ppl still so nice n active despite all the shit yall being through- honestly respect

so, i am here, thanking those who care abt this acc, those who consider me as a friend even tho i feel like i dont communicate much, those who literally like and comments on everything i post, even those who silently enjoys whatever shits i produce SKJKLSHF honestly yall the goats fr got me sobbing-

my wish for this account is too keep being actively creative, always bring inspiration, be havin fun times AND KEEP HAVING FRIENDS!!!

[e-dubbc11]

On My Way

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Some swear words, sexual reference(mostly PG-13), Billy’s violent side shows a little, fluffy ending.

Word Count: 1.8K-ish

Summary: Told from Billy’s POV. Billy has an assistant that’s a little too flirty and he already has someone very special to him. She threatens to ruin what he’s waited so long for.

A/N: I was perusing Tumblr the other day and found THIS post with the following dialogue prompt…”After everything you have done. How will you sleep at night?"

“Next to my wife.”

I want to give credit to @myladyship This prompt basically punched me in the face, I got really excited when I found it so thank you! And thank you Katherine @k-marzolf for the basis of this fic, I appreciate you! I really like the way it turned out so I hope you like it too 💙

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

It bothered your love at first; the way your assistant danced around the office in her tight little dresses and short skirts, it was painfully obvious she wanted you to notice her, to flirt back when she flirted with you, and she wanted you to forget all about…her.

But you had no idea how far your assistant, Isabel, would take it to get what she desired.

“THAT’S your assistant, Billy?!” Your love exclaimed as she handed you the cup of coffee she picked up for you on her way to work.

Your lips curled into a shy smile.

“Isabel’s not just MY assistant, baby. She’s all of ANVIL’S assistant but yeah she does do a lot of work for me.” You said.

“She gave me a dirty look when she let me in here, ya know.” She said, pressing her lips together in a straight line. “Has she dropped anything on the floor in front of you so she can bend over and pick it up?”

She was always making you laugh and you thought her jealousy was “cute” so you started to chuckle as you replied, “If she has, I didn’t notice. You’re the only one I wanna see bend over in front of me, sweet girl.”

You pulled her in close, tilted her chin up so she was looking into your eyes, and gave her a kiss so deep that you know she felt a tingle throughout her whole body, all the way down to her toes.

She had called you a “cocky little shit” and said you weren’t playing fair but you knew it was difficult for y/n to resist your charm.

“You’re such a cheater. You never play fair, Mr. Russo.” She purred into your ear and bit down on her lower lip to try and stop herself from smiling.

You loved her so much.

“I know I don’t play fair but I like giving you something to think about while you’re at work. Thank you for my coffee, beautiful. I love you.” You said with a warm smile.

She snaked her arms around the back of your neck, kissed you again and replied, “I love you too, handsome. Have a good day, Billy. I know you have a big job today so be extra careful.”

“Always. Now get outta here so I can slap you on the ass and watch you walk away.” You replied with a wink.

Looking over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed a bright red as she walked out of your office to head to work.

You couldn’t wait to see her later.

**********

The problem with crime bosses was there’s always another one in waiting if the current one falls and they were constantly making deals with shady politicians so it was just a vicious cycle...new boss, new deals.

Cut the head off of the snake and two more take its place.

And no matter how crooked those politicians were, they never got their hands dirty and if they did, they made sure they weren’t caught or they had someone else take the fall for it.

They had the distinct privilege of hiding behind their private security and leaving no paper trail. No matter how many mob bosses you took out, there was always another one to take their place but you always did the job you were hired to do…and you never missed.

But today, they had forced you to get your hands dirty. Whatever deals were made, had turned sour, and blood was spilled on the cold city streets tonight. Y/n would understand but you would have to call her and tell her you were going to be late.

Your assistant was privy to certain information, took notes during meetings, and even saw things she probably shouldn’t have but the NDA she signed when she took the job at ANVIL prevented her from talking about it…to anyone.

She was supposed to just be quiet and do her job. She understood that. But she thought you could be tempted, enticed into doing what she wanted, or blackmailed into cheating on the love of your life.

The sleeves of your crisp white dress shirt were rolled up to your elbows as you tried your best to remove the fresh bloodstains from your suit jacket. Your shirt had large spattering of blood across the front, it couldn’t be saved, but maybe the jacket could.

As you scrubbed the dried blood from your hands, you sensed someone was standing behind you, watching your every move, and waiting for the perfect moment to speak.

“This kind of thing happens more than I thought it would when I took the job, Mr. Russo.” She said in a sly silvery tone, leaning against the doorframe.

“It’s the nature of the beast…bound to happen from time to time. You’re here late.” You said as you turned around to face her while you dried your hands.

She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a black and white pinstripe dress shirt. You knew she had been trying to get your attention all day before you and your team left for the job but to no avail.

“I’ve seen and heard a lot of things that go on inside and outside of this office. I know how many people you’ve killed, Mr. Russo. Does your girlfriend know EVERYTHING about what you do for a living? Or does she need someone to tell her?” She asked, seductively rubbing the palm of her hand against her skirt.

An evil smile stretched across your lips as you quickly glanced up at the ceiling then back down to meet her gaze. You knew exactly what she was fishing for so you inched closer to her and angrily asked through clenched teeth, “What are you getting at, Isabel?”

She reached out and gently pulled your tie toward her, she let the fabric run through her long fingers and with a devilish grin, replied, “What I’m saying is…I want you Mr. Russo and if you fuck me nice and hard on your desk right there, I won’t have to tell her about all of the horrible things you do and have done.”

A low guttural growl escaped your lips as you hissed in her ear, “You think she doesn’t know? She knows all about what I do…what I have done and guess what, sweetheart? She loves me anyway and she is the ONLY one that has loved me when I didn’t think anyone ever could.”

Quickly, you grabbed and tightly squeezed her wrist, while her nervous breaths drifted against your skin, and you saw the angry defeated look on her face as she let go of your tie.

“What makes you think I can’t make you disappear too, just like all the others? Hmmm?” You hummed as a wide Cheshire cat smile stretched across your mouth. “Gut you like a fish and then dump your body like the piece of trash you are. They’d NEVER find you.”

She tried to pull her wrist free from your crushing grip but she wasn’t strong enough. You released her and calmly walked over to your desk so you could collect everything you needed for home.

The chilling words you uttered frightened her and you could sense the cold spike of fear radiating off of her body as you intensely watched her chest rise and fall with each shallow breath which is when you decided to remind her of one very important thing.

“Remember Isabel, that NDA you signed prevents you from telling ANYONE about what happens here. Also…you’re fired.” You said, glaring at her with your mouth tipped up in half a sly smile.

Storming off toward your office door, Isabel stopped, turned and asked sheepishly, “After everything you have done. How will you sleep at night?”

That was it.

That was the question you have waited your entire life to be able to answer with confidence.

“Next to my wife.” You replied with conviction and zero hesitation.

A look of surprise suddenly appeared on Isabel’s face. She obviously didn’t know. She never bothered to look at your wedding photo on the desk. A simple gold band dangled from a chain around your neck underneath your dress shirt, not visible to anyone because you didn’t want to wear it on your finger while you were out on a job. However, the tattoo band around your finger was always there and y/n had one to match.

Y/n, your wife, was everything you had ever wanted and needed. In your story, the boundaries between hero and villain were blurred but not to her. You were a hero in her eyes and weren’t cursed to go unloved forever.

Your curt bravado collided refreshingly with her soft strength to work through your pain and haunted memories. She helped to mend the parts of your life that had been fractured by betrayal and little by little, she will continue to heal the visible and the invisible wounds left by the people that were supposed to care for you the most.

Her smile and gentle touches relieved your everyday tension. She washes away all of your daily problems and they drift out to sea as she tenderly scratches your scalp and asks “How was your day, baby?”

No one had ever done that for you before so you weren’t going to let anyone try and take that away from you whether it’s through temptation or anything else.

“Get out and don’t come back. I’ll mail you your things.” You snapped.

She didn’t look back as she hurried out of your office.

**********

The room ceased of sound and movement as you quietly admired the photo on your desk. You smiled as you stared at y/n’s beautiful face, her body tucked perfectly under your arm like she was meant to be there, and her long fingers grazing your tie like Isabel had tried to do earlier.

You never wanted any woman touching your tie again unless it was being touched by your wife. She was the only woman that you would ever let murmur soft sounds to calm you when you had nightmares. She was the only one you opened up to, let see who you truly are, and you never wanted to do anything deliberately to fuck that up.

“Well hey there, handsome. You on your way home?” She said, answering on the first ring.

You paused briefly before answering her.

You thought about how it wasn’t that long ago, you didn’t think it was possible that anyone could love you, that you could allow yourself to be vulnerable enough to love someone else, or even smile just by hearing their voice.

And how you would do anything to protect that love, even if it means doing very bad things.

You were excited to see her and tell her all about what happened today.

“Yes, baby. I’m on my way.”

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Congratulations on 700 <3 !! You deserve the world (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡

For your event (bllk match up please):

Name: Kou

Hair colour black, eye colour dark brown

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pan (I think)

Interests: I really love volleyball (never got to learn properly or compete due to numbers and having no where near me to learn), origami, reading, writing, badminton, psychology and business studies (anything commerce related really).

Important part of myself: I'd say that it's how I'm able to learn a lot by myself? I self taught myself badminton and was able to beat people who had been playing for years. Volleyball I taught myself as well and I've done well during the practice games (if we ignore spiking and serving lol). The same applies to academics since I teach myself most of the content and get good grades. Other than that I'm not too sure

this rq was here before i put the 'general characteristics' down so i had to send a pm asking 😭 "I'm quiet and pretty calm, I'd also say I'm observant (like I notice and remember a lot of random details about others). I can sound a bit rude at times because I'm blunt, but I really care about the people around me. I can end up saying really offensive stuff too out of pure anger (it's always in retaliation but it goes too far a lot-)"

I MATCH YOU UP WITH...

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE! "because i'm going to be a football hero"

i figured that you wouldnt want someone super over-the-top bubbly like bachira, but i thought that a happy, honest-hearted guy would work well

now listen

kunigami is suuuuper patient and despite his "play fair. play by the rules" attitude, he knows when you're joking and when you're not. hes also super lighthearted (when it comes to non-football things)

meaning that he'll laugh (off or at depending) your harsh jokes, but he will also keep you in line when you cross a boundary

"hey. not nice." typa thing if you go too far (i thought someone bitchy like rin who would retaliate for fun but get offended and spit back smth bitchy when it went too far would end up being toxic)

HE THINKS ITS SO COOL HOW TALENTED AND SELF-RELIANT YOU ARE

YOU TAUGHT YOURSELF BADMINTON?? THATS SO COOL WHAT

he'd try to play with you and i could see him having the power, but not exactly the control

look he's a lower body (well actually look at the gif but anyways) kinda guy. the control is in his feet, not in his (RIPPED ASF) arms

i actually see him, however, being really good at like sand volleyball

he'd go to the beach and play around with his friends with his shirt off as everyone just OGLES him

(lol he has an s/o - you)

because you never really had a way to learn, he'd try to teach you good hitting form and stuff bc idk he gives off "i had a very good father figure" typa vibes?? BITCH IDK

kunigami isn't super intellectual, but he's a good listener and a quick learner. he'd rly like it if u taught him the material that he couldn't grasp within the 40 minutes of class!

if u remembered smth cool abt him, he'd cry. fin. LMFAOOO

"yea, i remembered u like these candies" *big silence before big tears and big hug and big spinning-u-around-in-a-bear-hug-until-ur-ribs-crack-and-ur-so-dizzy-u-cant-see*

anyways, he just thinks ur so cool and is HEAD. OVER. HEELS.

event is closed!

[icedjuiceboxes]

"You don't know me, Delilah, but you will."

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

i realized they had the same birthday (dec 21st) so i was like "yoooo i should draw them together"

silly bonus:

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

the doctor isnt neurodivergent or autistic or adhd or nonbinary or genderqueer or asexual. what the doctor is, is Not From Here

[tangledinink]

i want desperately for you guys to know that this is how swanatello was born. he was designed and drawn in a span of approximately 30 minutes at work and made originally with the only intention being "pun." thanks @actuallynobutwhynot for getting me to make him lmao i gotta draw him and your sona together sometime.

[syrupbitee]

their dinamic is messy but caring but idfa about you all at same time it makes me want to explode i want to see more of them siu pls

[llitchilitchi]

sometimes I wish this site had a mute option

[princekirijo]

Imma be honest with you chief this week has not been fun. At all

[chiimeramanticore]

having like. objectively a godawful shitty fucking no good very bad day can u guys send asks

[seventh-district]

sighs and collapses and disintegrates into the wind

[haootia]

last night i had a dream about a society of various species of bipedal furrypeople, as in your typical zootopias or beastars or whatever, but instead of anthropomorphized versions of real animals it was like a half dozen species (of genericized canine, lapine-rodent, hoofbeast, etc appearances. all mammals.) and each one had both a "prey morph" and a "predator morph" , so like there were carnivorous rabbit-equivalents and herbivorous wolf-equivalents, and every baby was born as a neutral omnivorous morph and developed into prey or predator based on lifestyle choices. like the god damn, alignment system in spore (2008), kind of thing. and once they were fully grown around age 20 they were basically Set as one or the other (they couldnt stay in the middle without being like extremely stunted, getting stuck between morphs was something that happened as a consequence of like childhood cancer and stuff it wasnt normal) but they could still kinda move it around a little. maybe moreso with medication. but like they couldnt switch to predator after 30 years of being prey and suddenly get sharp teeth yanno. the teeth are already in there its permanent.

there were societally perceived "pros and cons" to being predator/prey in like a tacky instagram pop science way where its like Predators are better at the arts... Prey are better at math.... type shit with tenuous basis in reality. there were definite physical differences between them but it was like what kind of food they can digest and if theyre better sprint or stamina athletes, the psychological stuff was total conjecture. the cultural norm was same-species same-morph opposite-sex monogamous relationships, and for children to be raised with access to both morphotypic activities but that they were born with an innate "real" morph and this access to both sets was just to "figure out which one they Really were" and not "consciously deciding which one they Want", and they were supposed to have it settled by their early teens at the latest.

so, im obviously being set up by my subconscious to hard pivot into this four-to-six-gender allegorical furry society worldbuilding project, which is a very cool idea but i do Not have time for that shit. someone else can do it. im not even that into furs i dont know why this vision was delivered basically fully-formed to me specifically

[opal-owl-flight]

I wonder how many times Ill say this again.

If you dont like the stuff Im posting, or if it makes you uncomfortable. Please block or unfollow me. Or block any of the tags Im posting under.

You have the responsibility to curate your experience, that is not on me. You have the choice to walk away. Tumblr makes it easy.

Everything I post is properly tagged. If youre a minor, you should have the suggestive and nsfw tags blocked.

[columbocorners]

a few doodles of miguel o'hara from spider - man : across the spiderverse ! I had fun w/ these !! also had to come up with like .. figuring out his skintone bc I love this movie so much but grips sony offices GIVE ME YOUR REFERENCES !!! NOW !!!!

anyways, I'm not a miguel o'hara apologist, I firmly believe this man is an asshole but I mean hey, he juicy