#The one who wins the golden ticket au

[n0nam3fand0mch1ld]

Catcf post au drawn with a base.(The one with the colored bases are the original one).

Charlie (post) lore

Is Willy Wonkas heir to the factory.

I decided to make him a boy like in the cannon.

His family consists of his (mom side) grandpa Joe, grandma Josephine and (dad side) grandpa George, grandma Georgina.

His dad used to work for slug worth before getting fired, even when Wonka knew this he was nice to him.

His signature color is blue rather than a pinkish red and he has his own suit with a tiny top hat.

He invites the kids in the factory to try and fix them.

Is acesexual.

Development: Learn to not always do what others want.

Veruca (post) lore

Had been not as spoiled by her father after the trip, still is very rude.

She is like a stitched up doll, falling apart.

Her design change consists of longer hair, a pinkish bow, and a different dress.

She may or may not have a crush on Charlie or Violet (I’m wondering which one to do).

Her family consists of a dad, mom, grandpa (mom side), and a younger brother (5 years old) named Victor.

Is a Demi-bisexual.

Development is to be nicer to others and humble herself.

Charlie ‘cures’ her by getting her to drink this nasty juice that taste like medicine and when she drinks it the body stays intact.

Violet (post) lore

She is still doing competitions (for now).

Mom decided to exploit flexibility for her to win and get fame and fortune.

Has mommy issues.

Is very to herself and would not usually talk to anyone due to her moms ‘good’ advice.

She has an eating disorder and is very body conscious due to her trauma.

She now wears a crop top that (supposed to) says ‘pop’,headband and pearl earings.

Has now purple skin and hair, also gave her one pimple (to give her some imperfections, I have them as well).

Her family consists of her mom and aunt.

She is a lesbian.

Development is to make her own thoughts and wants.

Charlie (still trying to) ‘cure’ her by telling her she needs to eat food and not just chew gum for her hunger however her mother won’t let her and forced her to go to competitions still.

Violet contacts them in secret on her phone to get her treatment.

Agustus (post) lore

His skin now has a chocolate like texture (his skin would sometime melt under certain conditions.)

He is way nicer than during the first trip.

Has diabetes.

He is still eating as much as he wants but is exercising.

He is a straight ally.

He is fluent in German and would sometimes swear in said language.

Charlie ‘cures’ him by making him eat this cotton candy that observes the chocolate from the water fall within and out of him making his skin no longer like chocolate.

His family consists of his dad mom and cousins.

Development is to not eat as many unhealthy food as before.

Mike (post) lore

His body rather than being stretched was coded inside of a robotic like body with a tv as his head showing him in it.

He would probably be the rudest to Charlie and the others.

He probably speaks like the stereotypical gen alpha kids.

He would have a device on him seemingly 24/7.

Is a closeted gay.

May have a crush on Charlie (he Denys it).

Has undiagnosed autism.

His family consists of his mom, dad and older sister.

Mom is an alchoholic.

Charlie can’t properly cure him, he can however try to make him feel better (this ‘therapy’ isn’t working right now).

Development is to be more accepting of others.

[pupkashi]

f1 racer!satoru 💭🏎️

a/n: hi friends ! i have had this au rattling in my head like a damn maraca for SO LONG im so glad i finally got around to putting it out for yall :3 this might be for a very niche group of people but i hope the five of you who enjoy f1 will appreciate this 🙏 let me know what yall think if you’d like him to make a reappearance in drabbles or one shots !! <3

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f1 racer!satoru who is mercedes golden boy, replacing lewis hamilton after his move to ferrari, going toe to toe with the likes of red bull and Ferrari racers

f1 racer!satoru who is loved across the grid and in the general public, think Italian men with charles leclerc, he’s the people’s princess, truly

f1 racer!satoru who dominates his rookie year, leaving everyone stunned at how truly talented and amazing he is

f1 racer!satoru who has the most followers on social media from everyone on the grid, everyone fawning over him constantly

f1 racer!satoru who loves the attention, but all of it seems so meaningless the second he meets you, falling hard and fast from the couple conversations you had, giving you free tickets for the race in an attempt to get more time with you

f1 racer!satoru who shows up and shows out the Grand Prix that weekend, eyes searching the crowd as tries his best to focus on his post race interviews

f1 racer!satoru finds you in the crowd as he steps onto the podium, smile widening and dimples popping out, he’s laughing as his podium mates douse him in champagne, all of them taking a swig from the comically large champagne bottle

f1 racer!satoru who says his to you with champagne dripping down his face and off his snowy hair, asking what the odds were of you letting him take you out on a date where he’s not working

f1 racer!satoru who is impossible to not fall for, with his witty replies and pretty blue eyes, he has you weak in the knees and on FaceTime every night

f1 racer!satoru who takes you carting, letting you win and treating you to dinner afterwards, buzzing with nervousness as he asks you to be his

f1 racer!satoru who is elated to have you as his partner, having you fly out with him whenever you could to his races, explaining everything about formula 1 to you beforehand, chest warming when he realizes how focused you look on his every word

f1 racer!satoru who develops a pre-race ritual with you, having you hype him up and giving him a good luck kiss before the two of you walk out of his driver room and into the garage, he’s zipping up his driver suit and asking you to help adjust his balaclava, smiling when you kiss his nose and wish him luck

f1 racer!satoru who seems to become even better after he started dating you, managing to podium every race and putting up a fight against a dominating red bull team; in every interview he says it’s not only the car but his amazing lover who helps him push every lap

f1 racer!satoru who has a picture of you in his helmet as his lockscreen, and you have one of him in his fireproofs as yours

f1 racer!satoru who gets dubbed ‘the grids angel boy’ after you commented on his post fresh off his Japan Grand Prix win ‘congratulations my angel boy’

the entire grid loves you, announcers and commentators always excited when you show up to a race, cameras showing you in the Mercedes garage ‘and we have y/n in the garage today!’ you smile brightly at the camera, ‘i guess we know who’s gonna get pole position for qualifying tonight’

f1 racer!satoru who drives you around in his fancy Mercedes, sports and classic cars, exploring every city with you, treating you to expensive food and presents, walking hand in hand with you down the streets of Monaco, taking pictures of you at the beach in Miami and sending flowers when you can’t make it to his races

f1 racer!satoru who is absolutely smitten over you, adding your initial to his helmet hidden among the design, showing it to you with sparkling blue eyes as your heart flutters

f1 racer!satoru who runs to you after every race, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you on the lips before celebrating with his team

[gilverrwrites]

at this point we should give dick a sionis!reader and call it a day 💀 all the batboys have one now except for him (but I have no idea what his plot would look like compared to the other three)

Yeah, Jason and Tim dating with his kids and now Bruce sleeping with his ex-wife, Roman’s hatred of them is becoming more and more justified. . Can I also just add that Roman would be the most miserable girl dad. Imagining him with his 3 bastard girls and ex wife who he's still hung up on but can't win back fills me with joy and its becoming a full on AU in my head.

Anyway, okay, so hear me out with my pitch; Jason/The Rebellious child, Tim/The Favourite child, Dick/The forgotten child

Specifically, one who has tried so hard all their life to not be. Even more specifically, a dancer, a singer, maybe a triple threat. It’s not that you need the attention, you’re good at what you do, you get the parts, you have a small fanbase, you’ve won some minor awards. But just once you’d like to look out into the crowd and see your father or your siblings out there cheering for you.

You try so hard to be supportive of the rest of your family, always there for everybody. You listen to your rebellious sibling and your father bitch about each other constantly, you help them mend their bridges. Rebel is notoriously flaky, but you always step up and cover for them.

You help the favourite study. You were the only one who knew when they started seeing Tim and you helped keep it a secret.

You attend all your fathers parole hearings, all his club launches. You wear the stupid clothes and play the happy, smiling child whenever he wants to show his kids off at events.

But no matter how much you do for everyone, they never return the favour. As soon as you bring up an audition you need help with or a new show you’re in, everybody dips. Nobody takes you up on the free tickets you can get them. When you were training, Roman footed the bills and told all his buddies about his kid the dancer/singer/whatever, but not once did he show up to a single one of your recitals.

But one day, at one of his stupid galas, Dick Grayson catches you dancing by yourself on the patio outside and is instantly smitten.

“Where’s your dance partner?”

“Oh, haha. Can’t you see him? He’s right here.” You jokingly gesture to the air.

“Ah of course, hello sir. Mind if I cut in? Not at all, please be my guest.” He puts on a silly voice as he answers himself before offering a hand to you. “May I?”

And you’re sceptical at first, but you take his hand, and you let him whisk you off. You dance around in circles all evening, laughing and joking, and getting to know each other. You have the night of your life, but dating Dick Grayson seems like a bad idea, it’s not that you don’t want it, it’s just that your dad would so not approve. So, you resolve to move on, but will always remember that magical night.

Until a few weeks later, you step on stage and spot him front and centre in the audience looking elated. And although it's downright euphoric for you to see him there, you're not prepared to face him. Alas, he comes to your dressing room straight after the show anyway. Reaching you before you can sneak out, and confronting you about never calling him back.

You explain your hesitations and that golden child part of his brain understands, his heart aches for you. But he so selfishly wants to see more of you, so he gently mentions how your dad doesn’t seem to care what you do... and hey, maybe he’s out of line here and if you want to tell him to take a hike he will but all he wants is a chance to be a part of your life, can’t you spare him one date? Please?

And damn is he hard to say no too. So, you concede. And one date becomes two, then three, and so on…

It doesn’t take long for you to fall hard and fast for him. C’mon who wouldn’t?

He’s handsome, and charming, funny, smart, and superb dancer to boot.

But what really does it for you is how badly he really does wants to be a part of your life. Dick Grayson wants to dance with you anywhere and everywhere; At galas, in the rain on the way home from a date, in your kitchen at 3AM.

Dick Grayson could listen to you talk about anything and everything all day long. Doesn’t have to be performance related, but he likes it best when it is. He especially loves reminiscing about his circus days with you.

And though his job may get in the way sometimes, Dick Grayson wants to be front row at every single one of your shows. He wants to clap the loudest, and bring you flowers, and tell all of his friends, THAT’S MY BOO up there! From the moment he met you, Dick Grayson could never, ever forget you.

How we feeling about this concept?

[sallowskeeper]

SallowsKeeper Fan-fiction Master List

Sebastian x FMC Hiraeth: Completed Words: 164,327

Goblin Rebellion AU. What if the goblins weren't stopped? What if Ranrock was able to harness the power of the Final Repository? What if the Ancient Magic wielder died in the Caverns? Set 5 years after the break in under Hogwarts, the Wizarding World is in shambles. Ranrock is the ruler of the Magical world and wizards haven't been allowed to carry wands for years. Being caught with a wand warrants immediate execution. But not all hope is lost. There's still a group of wizards and witches that refuse to give up. Follow Sebastian and Gracie on their adventure to restore order to the Wizarding World, battle foes, and fight against the undeniable attraction they feel for each other.

Order of Shadows: Completed Words: 128,940

Everything changed that night. Anne was cursed. Sebastian lost the warmth in his eyes when he looked at her. Ominis lost his soft smile. And Séraphine was struggling not to drown in guilt. How do you live with yourself when you're the reason Sebastian was going to lose his twin sister? Everyone was starting to lose hope until a mysterious new Witch with strange magic entered Hogwarts. Hope returned, but Séraphine was still drowning. Something was off about the new Witch. Then an accident happens and suddenly the Shadow Trio is sent over 100 years into the future. Follow Sebastian, Ominis, and Séraphine as they navigate the future while still trying to find a cure for Anne and understand their new roles in a Wizarding World on the brink of War.

The Final Keeper: Completed Words: 145,676

Game-play reenactment with added love interest

You're Losing Me: Completed Words: 70,593

Spicy Enemies to Lovers story featuring Eveline Seabrooke as the youngest Auror of her generation. Top marks in all of her training and what did she get as a result? Patrol duty. Simple cases that a brainless troll could figure out. It wasn't the exciting crime stopping lifestyle she hoped it would be. That is, until she's given a partner by the Ministry of Magic who isn't even a licensed Auror. His past and everything about him screams two things: Mysterious and Dangerous. Follow Eveline on her journey as she uncovers a sinister plot while also trying to figure out just who her partner really is. And why he was chosen to be hers.

The TriAzkaban Tournament: Work In Progress 2/15/25

Good things happened to bad people. Bad things also happened to bad people. Ekaterina made sure of it. At 27 years old, her hands were stained with blood. The blood of murderers and people who committed heinous crimes. At 27, she'd been marked Undesirable No. 1 by the British government for killing the Prime Minister who was known in the Dark Market for considering consent optional. Thrown into Azkaban with a life sentence, the new Prime Minister offers up a golden ticket to the five most dangerous prisoners in Azkaban. The game is easy. Survive the tournament and you win your freedom. Easy, right? But what happens when love and war mix? What happens when Ekaterina will be forced to choose between her life, her heart, and her freedom

Ominis x FMC

At the Beginning: Completed Words: 150,536

One moment she was trying to contain the Final Repository. The next moment, she was standing in the Great Hall. A room full of unfamiliar faces. Unfamiliar Professors. The only one she recognized was Ominis standing beside her. What happened? Where were they? Follow Blair and Ominis as they navigate the same place in a new time with a new enemy. One that is very keen on adding the Heir of Slytherin into his army of Death Eaters. *Characters are aged up because SPICY SCENES and the story will follow the GOF timeline*

The Cruelty of Fate: Completed Words: 63,591

Theresa Cauldwell loved and hated a lot of things, but there was nothing more she hated than the Pureblood enthusiasts who constantly reminded her that she had no place at Hogwarts. On the run from the Muggle world, Theresa only has the School as a safe haven...But when Muggle-born students start dying, Theresa makes an unlikely ally in the Heir of Slytherin: Ominis Gaunt. Follow their adventures together as the two students realize how inauspicious the stars truly are.

Tell Me About Tomorrow: Completed Words: 86,287

Dark Ominis AU. Rosemary was supposed to be excited about her first date with the proclaimed Heir of Slytherin. He was handsome, intelligent, and an incredible wizard. Only... How did her first date turn into a war zone? How did her first date turn into watching sweet, sarcastic Ominis turn into a blood thirsty murderer? Thrown over 100 years into the future, embark on the journey with Rosemary as she learns who her friends are, how to survive a war won by snakes, and most importantly; who her enemies are. Mature Content Warning.

Cause & Effect: Completed Words: 171,673

Stella lived in the shadow of her parent's legacy, but she was okay with that. There was no way she could live a more impressive life than Draco and Hermione Malfoy. She accepted it. They both saved the Wizarding World as teenagers. What she couldn't accept was her mother dying. Minister Hermione Malfoy had been cursed with Dark Magic that was slowly sucking the life out of her. Time was running out and the funeral preparations were already being made to Dad's discontent... But Mum didn't have any fight left in her after three years. At least that's what she thought. Stella stumbles upon some hidden archives her mother dug up that talked about an ancient relic that was known for curing Dark Magic. All she had to do was travel to 1898 and locate the last wizard who wrote about it in his journal. Easy? Sounds like it. What she didn't expect was to get involved with a neurodivergent sociopath who plans to use Stella for bait in order to capture the infamous Muggle killer: Jack the Ripper.... But it's either bend to his will or never have the artifact that could cure her mother. Follow Stella as she learns how to catch a killer, navigates the past, and tries not to notice how attractive her new boss is. Love and crime don't mix... Right?

Love Across the Pond: Completed Words: 121,524

What was it like to have choices? Free will? Amelia was excited to be the next D.A.D.A. Professor of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Who wouldn't want to teach at the elusive school based in Western Massachusetts? Until her past comes back to haunt her and suddenly she's forced into decisions that result in life or death. Luckily, Amelia's mother went to school with Matilda Weasley and is able to arrange a temporary transfer to Hogwarts. Fleeing for her life, Amelia will study as an apprentice to Hogwart's D.A.D.A Professor, Ominis Gaunt. However, she'll soon learn that it's not only her life at stake when her past reaches her. The Heir of Slytherin is on the list too.

The Magic that Binds Us: Work In Progress 2/15/25

Dark Ominis Gaunt Romance Cecelia Lockhart sealed away the Final Repository as a Seventh Year with Ancient Magic. However, sealing the repository came with a high price. One that left her relationship with Ominis in ruins. Five years later, she spends all of her time throwing herself into cases with the resident rake known as Sebastian Sallow. She's able to avoid her feelings for Ominis and what happened that night until two mysterious time travelers show up in London. Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger are desperate to destroy the Final Repository which a goblin from the future finds. Largok was able to harvest the power like Ranrock once did and has enslaved Wizardkind. Draco and Hermione are desperate to enter the Repository and save their future, but they need Cecelia's help. And Ominis Gaunt, resident psychopath who has it out for Cecelia, refuses to help. He hold both the Keeper's wand and clues from Isidora's journal about how to harness the power that he would rather die than give to Cecelia.

Sebastian x Ominis x FMC

Paradise Found: Completed

Beatrice Clarke: Brilliant magi-zoologist and researcher. Her name would be credited in every wizarding textbook for centuries to come and she'd be able to use the money from the American Wizarding Congress to finally liberate herself from a toxic home situation. At least, that's what was supposed to happen. Instead, she finds her research stolen, a wolf in sheep's clothing receiving the generous sum of money which was supposed to be hers, and she finds a letter from her childhood friend, Ominis Gaunt. Magical beasts that are supposed to be extinct are wreaking havoc in Hogwarts and none of the other British magizoologists are able to make sense of it. With no where else to go and not a shilling in her pocket, Beatrice escapes to the highlands of Scotland. Follow Beatrice on her journey as she makes more groundbreaking discoveries. For example, did you know you could fall in love with two people? In different centuries? At the same time?

Dramione

The Fractured Flame: Completed Words: 106,455

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Hermione Granger was the Golden Girl who helped Harry Potter defeat Lord Voldemort. She was celebrated for her achievements and on her way to becoming the Minister for Magic. Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, was a Pureblood Heir who was living each day trying to keep himself and his mother out of Azkaban. Though pardoned with Harry Potter's testimony, the general public was still wary of the Malfoy Heir. After an incident with a cursed object goes awry, Draco and Hermione find themselves stuck in 1943. Follow Draco and Hermione as they try to work together in order to get back to the 21st century.

Academic Affairs: Work In Progress 2/15/25

Facts are things considered to be known or proven true. Take for example; Draco Malfoy. Prat? Known. Brilliant Potions Professor? Proven true. Annoyingly handsome and capable of using every opportunity he had to get on her nerves? Known and proven true. When the Headmaster is forced to early retirement due to a family emergency, the position is open to the rest of the faculty. The Minister, Chief Warlock, and the Director for Wizarding Education will be ranking the staff, and the number one professor will be named Headmaster. She could see it now. Hermione Granger: Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The problem? Draco Malfoy was also vying for the position, if nothing, but to irritate her. Follow both Professors on their academic journey as they try to sabotage each other while also finding out that they might not be so different after all. Fact: There is a thin line between love and hate.

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[inamindfarfaraway]

you said in tags once that you were thinking abt a Charlie and the chocolate factory animated series where the other kids get redeemed?? tell me more??? pls??

Gladly! I’m so happy that you’re interested in this! Sorry this answer took so long. I probably should have posted about my ideas sooner, I’ve been sitting on them for a while. But I only started actually consolidating them into a document after getting this ask and then I got really perfectionistic about making it good and finishing each section before I shared it (I am writing a full Season One outline because God help me). I will share the Chocument in its own post soon! The word count is currently over 25k! So look forward to that!

For now, here’s the show’s premise, backstory and some character notes. As concise as I can be (not very). It’s mostly the story of Season One, the book retelling, that I’m still ironing out.

Many thanks to my mutual @cornfieldsrambles for being my supporter and sounding board on this from the start. You’re the best, Corn.

OKAY SO

Premise:

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory but it's a 2D-animated musical kids’ show called The Chocolate Factory. The foundational twists are that the characters are three-dimensional and the narrative doesn’t always take Wonka’s side. As a result, the tour goes differently. Charlie still wins and the four naughty kids still make mistakes and suffer for them, but this time we actually see them learn; they have redemption arcs and recover from the bad parenting that shaped them. The adults are held more accountable, rather than portraying the kids as innately problematic. Charlie also has more agency, flaws and an arc. By the end of Season One, the Golden Ticket winners all apprentice under Wonka together as a team and start to become friends. My aim is to keep (a charitable, idealistic interpretation of) the spirit of the book intact while applying realistic psychology, dynamic character writing and a deeper, more nuanced approach to morality. 

Major themes: childhood and maturity, parenting, morality, responsibility, creativity.

The original story is so mean-spirited and many retellings escalate that even further. Why not try retelling it kinder and fairer?

Backstory:

It all started with my reblog of this post on the 9th of May, 2023.

The arguments were compelling, and inspired me to imagine a rough AU idea in the tags where the five kids become a team under Violet’s lead.

Corn loved these tags so much that they drew fanart(!!!!! ☺️🥰). Completely unprompted.

Then, after I gave some character design ideas, beginning to see this AU as my own continuity from the start despite the original post being specifically about the 1971 movie:

Their enthusiasm and our delightful DM exchanges are why just another one of my countless tag rambles grew into a large, prolific chocolate plot bunny. Many aspects of those character designs are now outdated, but I still like art style.

I have since reconsidered my dismissal of Charlie - the 2013 musical handles him really well, which inspired me a lot - he will be the protagonist of the series. He's also finally black, as Dahl wanted but his editor forbade! He is my precious little boy. I love him. (Though the show often basically has an ensemble cast, hence the title just being The Chocolate Factory because all the main characters are of similar importance and develop relationships with the factory.)

He and Violet are both foils to Wonka, reflecting the two main sides of his personality, the altruistic artist and the shrewd businessman. Each of the kids has something in common with him, but they have the most. Recognising himself in the naughty kids, having his expectations about how the tour will play out defied, seeing the good in humanity again and getting a support system who force him to deal with issues leads Wonka to improve himself to an extent; he never stops being a amazing, unsettling mad genius with an unconventional moral code, but he gets less cynical and self-righteous about it. I don't want to get into loads of detail here, but I'm trying really hard to do his iconic, captivating personality justice while somewhat deconstructing and then reconstructing it. He also doesn't have a backstory. He just Is. But he can Be a better version of himself.

The Oompa Loompas are fairies! Like, traditional folkloric fey. Creepy They're mostly controlled by the time of the story, because they have a deal/debt arrangement with Wonka and are directing their energy to working for him instead of kidnapping or cursing people, but they will cause problems if they're offended. Wonka Gets them. That should tell you a bit about him. Oh, and their magic has nothing to do with why his products are like that. While they use it for their jobs, the actual chocolate making and most of the factory's technology is all him and he says it's just science.

I'll save most information about the kids for later, but I will say that Augustus Gloop is very different. He's always the simplest of them, even across all the adaptations. Just a cruel fatphobic joke. So I'm pivoting his whole character away from gluttony. He does have issues with food, but they're more symptomatic of deeper problems and related to fatphobia and toxic diet culture's effects on mental health, and they're not his defining trait. His real fatal flaw is envy, and he might be one of the most complex and tragic characters? I just. I have to handle him with care, but my vision for him feels worth existing.

Thanks again! I hope that this taste of my project was a sweet one, and that I reach a place where I can share the Chocument soon (oh my God, is this a real pitch bible? What am I doing?).

[demigod-of-the-agni]

FF7 REBIRTH SPOILERS ft. Some of my thoughts on the Golden Saucer Dates >:))))))

I will proclaim which one is my favourite

warning: i hate dates. therefore all my opinions on the following, and my final verdict, are correct. good day.

Alone

Cloud's lonely gold saucer outing, when he comes across Jessie's picture and he tells her, "Hey, still waiting for that pizza" with the most saddest eyes ever.... be still my weeping heart

Also I love how he acknowledges that the skywheel is a couple's thing, then proceeds to board it anyway 💀 it'd be nice to see the whole thing by yourself though (<- i am an introvert what more can i say)

Tifa

Tifa's little spiel about wanting to make friends always hits me like a tonne of bricks, everything she says is FUEL TO MY STUPID AUs... WOMAN <33333

When they Jessie's picture and Tifa talks about Jessie saved her.... oh... oh my heart. i cannot take this anymore

WHEN THE FIREWORKS GO OFF AND THE COLOURS OF THEIR EYES BRIGHTEN,,, AND THEN HUG JUMPSCARE,,,, AND THEN KISS !!!!!!!! oughhh,,,, it's so good,,,,,,, everything is so perfect about the scene they are just. everything

Aerith

NAHHH THE DISRESPECT MY MAN HAD BY SITTING OPPOSITE TO MY GIRL.... HOW RUDE. Aerith deserved to spin the carriage around until Cloud spits out all the mako in him

RAGH when the laser show had them crashing into each other and they just sit down defeated next to each other.... it was so funny,,,, task failed successfully

WHEN CLOUD REACHED OVER TO HOLD HIS HAND IN AERITH'S.... THAT MAKES THE ENDING HIT SO MUCH HARDER. NO ONE TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN

Yuffie

In my mind Yuffie seems like she's 12 (i know she's 16 or so do NOT come at me) so the date is really just Cloud babysitting her and honestly it went just as I expected: adorably :''3 Yuffie speaking for the both of them, so real of her

"I swear Cloud, it's like you're destined to be surrounded by smoking hot chicks" [strikes a pose] and Cloud laughing like yeah, you're a little silly Yuffie

GIRL WAS DOING JUMPING JACKS WHILE WAITING FOR CLOUD TO HAND OVER THE SKYWHEEL TICKETS AJSHSHSL

WHEN SHE STARTS TALKING ABOUT ZACK... AND THEN SHE CATCHES CLOUD LAUGHING AT HER LATER AND SHE SIH-SIH-HAH'S HIM.... AND HE PLAYS ALONG TOO.... be still my screaming heart,,, the boy is embodying Zack in more ways than one

Barret

"Well, well, I wake baby from his nap?" if this were said to me I would immediately leave and mess up Barret's bed. let's see who gets better sleep after that

Anyways I'm forever in love with how, between the two of them, money jokes are their form of love. like that gets to me you know

BARRET'S "IN-KWEH-DIBLE" WILL FOREVER BE SEARED INTO MY BRAIN BY THE WAY. HE SOUNDS SO DELIGHTED AT SAYING THAT. I'M CHERISH IT FOREVER

Red XIII

"I already have the tickets, but look at me... there's no way I'm getting in by myself" dude look at you HOW DID YOU GET THE TICKETS

Red and Cloud are just having a guy's night, it's just so lit, I love it so much they are just good bros and no I'm not tearing up :''3

The two shaking hands is also so incredibly touching to me... they are just little guys!!! and then the "They ARE soft!" from Cloud,,, perfect timing my guy !!!!

Cait, Vincent, and Cid

ALL THREE OF THEM STANDING OUTSIDE THE DOOR HAD ME CACKLING BECAUSE. THE IMPLICATIONS OF HOW ALL THREE OF THEM DECIDED TO RECRUIT CLOUD INTO THEIR GUY'S NIGHT??? well maybe not all three, Vincent being Vincent was probably coerced into it, and Cid just wanted to tag along. The culprit of this outing was-

Vincent falling asleep is incredibly in character and relatable. return this man to his coffin. two decades of sleeping is not enough.

Cait pulling his hairs out is fucking sending me, poor lad

AND NOW... THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.... WHICH DATE WAS BEST???

Vincent, Cait and Cid. boys' night. it's an automatic win

jk but I loved Clerith's date the most... maybe it is because I follow tragedy and it follows me, but while the Clofi date is Canon, the Clerith date is so tender, and it really signals to me the could-have-been's. and i love the could-have-been's ykyk

okay bye

[madwomansapologist]

it'll be in the sky, it'll be in the sea. it'll grow in war, it'll grown in peace. it'll shine in the battlefield, spread in lonely streets, survive an infinite castle. in every mistake and accomplishments, in every fear and hope, in every need for destruction and blood. love will be where eternity begins: within you, within me.

kento nanami, a hero running out of time

ㅤㅤㅤㅤkena — fools almost too late

the one who got away comes back; so much pining, it’s a forest; coworkers to lovers; "can i be mean for a minute?" x "i'm all ears"; not so unrequired love; touch starved finds praise starved; satoru's official bullies; accidental rosy teenager acquisition; malaysia one-way ticket; spontaneous marriage proposal.

kena tag

selfship moodboard

pinterest board

shared playlist

loving out of clock: sweet dreams

mitsuri and obanai, sacrifices yearning for unconditional love

ㅤㅤㅤㅤobamitsa — when honesty finds a hanging couple

yappers meet listener; hashira chaotic trio; daily love letters (as long as you don't call them that); hey siri: can i consider having dinner together for weeks in a roll as dating?; gift giving as a love language; insecure x jealous x possessive; so much pining, it's a forest-but you have an axe; doomed couple faces honest confession; miscommunication eradicated; three sacrificial lambs learning to live; kagaya is the wedding officiant.

obamitsa tag

selfship moodboard

pinterest board

esmeralda (oc)

shared playlist

sir crocodile, a selfish man defeated on his own game

ㅤㅤㅤㅤdilla — how difficult it is to ignore a heart's desire

alabasta au; slow burn but they are also having sex the while time; logia users fighting the world; starwhat's botanist; menacing acts of hospitality; denial may be more than just a river but crocodile sure is drowning in it; golden hook x silver cane.

dilla tag

selfship moodboard

pinterest board

flora (oc)

shared playlist

first meeting: poker face

liliana wilde, the lonely twin

ㅤㅤㅤㅤthe kind druid — a grieving child

often perceived as naive. she can be easily distracted by people in need, even when it’s clear they might not deserve her help, and has a constant smile on her face. kind words here, warm hugs there. this facet is easily shattered when liliana focus on action, leaving any gentle gestures behind and focusing solely on winning.

the!kind!druid tag

story

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playlist

astarion, wyll and shadowheart falling in love: blossoming alone over you

gale and karlach falling in love: my love mine all mine

lae'zel and halsin falling in love: i love everybody because i love you

orin and "prove who's the real you": doubt comes in

orgy: in the afterglow (of an orgy)

a future with shadowheart: making every second count

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[n0nam3fand0mch1ld]

“They are my oompa loompa’s”

You can’t have catcf without the Oompa Loompa,so here I present my designs for the main two you will see in this at.

They are in the far right with the others (ignore the spoiler for Wonka).

Fun facts and some lore on the characters and designs start now.

Oompa Loompa (main two).

The one in green is sugar and the one in pink is spice.

They both have no specific gender (make their pronouns it).

They before looked like Sanrio characters before I changed the face a bit.

I had no idea for colors for the design (I kinda just did what I liked.)

Before all the face markings and eye designs, they kinda looked like Hazbin hotel’s cannibals.

Their hair is supposed to look like ice cream with chocolate sauce.

I made little W marks on their outfits to show they belong to Wonka.

The Oompa Loompa all have distinct personalities (which will be shown in fan art soon).

These two will be the main one singing the songs (the children demise that is).

In my au, Wonka doesn’t even know that the kids will get hurt or about the songs.

The two were originally gendered but I decided against it (it was kinda weird to gender an Oompa Loompa when they all kinda look the same).

The design ideas for the horns were kinda random (I just didn’t want them to look empty).

Might change design ideas in future (I never thought about colors, I was just thinking about the 1971 one).

Got no neck.

Head cannon V A for Sugar is the one who voiced Amanda (from Amanda the Adventurer).

Head cannon V A for spice is the one who voices the collector (from The owl house,LOVE THE SHOW SO MUCH!!!)

Spice will be the one who grounds sugar (sugar will be the one who is excited to sing about the kids demise.)

For how Wonka found the Oompa Loompa’s:He mixed the DNA an ancient group of fairies with candy (if you question the logic with this let me just remind you that he literally broke all rules of science!But I warm fine with criticism,kinda was confused on how to do this without Wonka enslaving a whole tribe.

Their species is now grown on a tree in the candy garden when an Oompa Loompa wants another on as a child.

Besides Charlie, Sugars favorite kid would be Agustus ( fun to talk about chocolate to) and spice would be Violet (feels bad for the kid and is great at dancing).

They love tap dance.

Inspired of these characters are Nifty (Hazbin hotel) and Izzy and Olly.

They are over 29 years old (yet they sound and look like kids).

They’re relationship is platonic, not really lovers (I’m fine if you ship them tho).

I gave them purple wings.

Sugars outfit is like cotton candy and Spice is like mint chocolate ice cream.

The W earrings are this universe versions of M & M (instead with a W).

[saintobio]

LOST WORLD

“when the end approaches, but the apocalypse is long lived.”

pairing. satoru gojou, reader

genre. angst, post apocalypse au

warnings. unedited, gore, death, zombies infectious diseases

Do you remember what life was before Satoru Gojou?

It was sad. Miserable. Pathetic in every sense. The world had no meaning, and existing felt like a punishment rather than a privilege. The things you were doing had no purpose. They were repetitive, soulless, and depressing. Each time you’d find yourself staring outside of the window, the skies were becoming gloomier. The miasma of decay was getting thicker. There was scarcity in food and water. Yet, there was no option to go outside of your abandoned home when an eerie fog with the acrid smell of rotting flesh and blood were everywhere haunting you.

At one point, rather than trying to survive in a world that no longer welcomed you, you believed it would have been easier to just perish. Die at long last just like everyone else you knew. The people who once had a family, a lover, a pet, and a friend—they used to be people like you. Alive and breathing under your warm skin and fully-functioning set of human organs. But now, they were the opposite of what you once knew. They had become ghastly, tottering creatures looking at you with their frenzied, colorless eyes, and their putrid, saliva-filled mouths. In fact, when a couple of them managed to break into your home, staggering to chase you around the house with the rabid eagerness to masticate on your innards, you thought of finally just letting things be. After all, no one was left. You were probably the only living being in an area full of decomposing, white-blanched corpses. With their wretched appearance and fetid smell, the last bits of humor inside of you wanted to go along and mimic their series of raspy growls. You were dying, anyway. Finally.

You knew you were dying. You anticipated how their disease would soon be inching its way into your flesh.

That, with no resistance, you would let yourself be one of them.

That was your plan. That was… until every single zombie in your vicinity was sniped with a shotgun. You could barely move as bits of flesh, blood, and sinew flew all over the place. Their skulls—busted. Their entrails—falling out. You would have screamed in disgust after seeing maggots crawl out of their eyes, but then your eyes caught sight of the hero who saved the poor damsel in distress. His arctic white hair, electric blue eyes, and porcelain skin. There was no sign of a single disease in his body.

Damn. How could one person shoot a shotgun with such precision and accuracy? But more importantly, how much of a cliche was it for him to show up and be your savior at the brink of your death?

“Satoru Gojou,” he’d easily introduced himself, pulling his makeshift mask down while standing tall behind the army of foul-smelling beasts that he just massacred. What a cool man. What a dream. What a… what a… hold on, wasn’t he too good to be true?

“I must be dead,” you even joked at the time despite your struggle to catch your breath, “There’s no way a random guy would just come up here and save me like this.”

One smirk from him was all it took to completely win you over. “You don’t look dead to me.” And then a hand to help you up. “Come on, we gotta leave this place.”

And so you did. You were brought to a safe haven that you never thought existed. You were acquainted with people who had a beating heart and an uninfected brain. You were given the golden ticket to cohabit with them in a secured camp and an acceptable living condition. Everything was rationed, but you had no right to ask for much in a situation like that. All you could offer was your gratefulness, and every time you saw your godly, angel-faced hero, you could not help but think of how much you owe your living life to him.

So much so that you would think about ways to approach him without becoming a bother. He was your typical popular guy, expected by the others to rescue their lives. You were just one of the many. He had the virtue of a soldier, ready for war just to make sure that his people were safe and sound. Maybe he actually was in the army before, which could explain the reason for his expertise in guns and survival. There was no way for you to know when you barely had the chance to talk to him, and sincerely thank him at the very least, for saving your life when you almost lost it.

But then, he must have heard the same thing from the countless women who followed his tail each time he arrived back in the camp. The ladies would scramble on their feet just to make sure that they were tending to his needs; feeding him warm meals, treating his wounds, making him laugh.

You see, crushing on a stranger was a ridiculous idea, especially in the middle of an apocalyptic world. You kept that thought in your head as you stepped through a pile of mud, cursing under your breath while continuing towards the pathway to the bonfire. No, you didn’t make it there. Because someone had smoothly pulled you by the belt loop, dragging you behind the tree before he revealed his most admiring self.

“S-Satoru,” you stammered without a reason. Or maybe you did have a reason. He was good-looking enough that your thoughts were becoming jumbled. A hot mess, truly, with his mop of white hair and his piercing blue eyes. Not to mention his parted, pink lips and his slightly exposed toned chest.

“You’re really out here pretending I don’t exist, huh?” There was that playful tone and that goddamned attractive smirk. With his hand moving to your lower back and his forearm resting on the trunk of the tree, you almost let out a swoon. “I was waiting for you to approach me.”

You turned your face away a little, only to a certain degree so he wouldn’t notice the heat on your cheeks. “That’s funny ‘cause… since that day, I’ve actually been waiting, too.”

“Hmm?” he tilted his head and deepened his gaze.

“I mean, waiting for an opportunity,” you clarified, releasing an awkward chuckle, “to talk to you and thank you. You’re just always surrounded by people, so…”

He straightened his posture as he pulled away and began nodding his head, as if he was connecting the dots in his head. “You can always walk up to me. Anytime,” he assured, “I’d actually love to know you more.”

You knew what everyone else might be thinking; ‘Seriously? You’re having a love affair in this situation?’

Well, if you were going to meet death, anyway, why should you settle being a miserable, lonely woman?

“You’re a miserable, lonely woman,” spoke one of the survivors in your cabin, Meredith, glaring at you with her arms crossed across your bunker. “That, or you just truly lost it.”

While she was laughing and moving her index finger in circles beside her head, the other survivor was decent enough to shush her, telling her to stop throwing insults towards you. “Quit doing that. She needs time to adjust,” said Shoko Ieiri, “It’s traumatizing out there, you know?”

“Yeah, but she still needs to help us with some errands here! We’re not living here for free. We have duties. Ugh… I’m so sick of cleaning the nasty toilets.”

“She’ll come around. Be patient with her.”

“She’s been here for two months! She can’t just stay in her bunker all day and do nothing!”

“Meredith—”

“Hey, lunatic!” her amber eyes bore into you. “Wake the fuck up and get your ass workin’. If you really wanna survive, you need to do your job.”

You took a deep breath and sighed. “Can I… Can I see Satoru first?”

Meredith let out a groan. “Here we go again.”

“Wh-Why?” you asked, frantically. “I just… I wanna talk to him. I wanna thank him for saving me.”

This time, it was Ieiri who sat at the corner of your bed, patting your back in a soothing motion. “Satoru is…” she hesitated. “He’s not here, Y/N. He never was.”

As if lightning struck your entire body. “What do you mean? What do you—? He was here. He was just talking to me last night!”

“I know, I know.” Ieiri sent you a look of sympathy. Sympathy that you didn’t really ask for. “I understand it’s been a difficult time. It’s been a really traumatizing experience, but trust me, everything’s going to be okay.”

You held onto her arms as tears pooled your eyes. All those voices in your head, the pain in your heart… “S-Stop. What are you saying, Ieiri? He was… He was with me.”

“He’s dead,” she said the very words you refused to hear. “He didn’t survive the first wave of zombies that infested our town.”

“But…” You shook your head in hard refusal. “But he was there, he rescued me.”

“It was Suguru who did,” Ieiri confirmed, reaching what appears to be a bottle of Fanapt pills under your pillow. “Satoru’s not with us anymore. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for your loss.”

[aphroditesmoon]

reverie

jock!jacaerys velaryon x reader (modern au)

summary: He just wants you to be his.

warnings: nsfw, smut (minors dni!!), social anxiety

a/n: today I give you himbo jace. tomorrow? who knows? thank you for 400 followers! <33 ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

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You curse loudly as you are met with Jace Targaryen's leering face behind your locker door when you slam it shut.

"Oh sorry, didn't mean to scare you." You doubted it. The football team was known for being absolutely menaces, the only thing they took seriously was their coach and games.

You release a sigh and shook your head. "No it's fine, do you need something?" His smile appears at your question.

"Not really, just wondering if you're coming to the party at Aegon's tonight, it's to celebrate our big win." If it were anyone else, you'd tell them to go play with their own balls and leave you alone.

But it was Jace. You didn't know him that well, but having being his literature tutor last month for pre trials, you found him much more tolerable than the other guys on his team, a little dense at times, but genuinely trying his best.

"Oh, well, I don't know? I mean I wasn't even at the game-"

"You weren't at the game? Didn't you get the ticket I left in your locker?" He asks frowning and concerned.

"I did! but I had this pop quiz the next morning and needed to study, so I gave it to my friend instead. But thank you for the ticket, really." He nodded understandingly, seeming to calm down.

"ah that makes sense, I tried looking for you in the crowd and I thought you didn't get it when I didn't see- oh! but you know what you could do to make it up to me for missing my game?" he immediately cuts himself off excitedly like a golden retriever.

His smile was infectious and you found yourself mirroring it. "What?"

"If....you came tonight?" He cringed at his words and his eyes looked at yours pleadingly.

You sighed heavily before nodding and almost immediately he hooted out loud scaring off freshmans walking by.

You swear and shove your hand againts his mouth to shut him up. He pulls your hand off and holds it instead of letting go, revealing his never dimming smile. "I promise you, it'll be fun, and I'll be waiting so don't bail on me."

You told him you won't as you flash him one last smile before walking to your class.

°°°

The party was loud. And as the stench of alcohol filled your senses, you almost walk out and drive back home just because. But you promised Jace.

He finds you as soon as you walk in, Shouting your name over the blasting music and pulling you through the sweaty dancing bodies to the pool table.

He hands you a drink thats been by the side of the table as you came, it seems that he has been waiting for you like he said he would.

That warmed your heart.

"I'm glad you're here! This is punch by the way, I know you don't drink." He states. You gift him with a soft smile and thank him for it as you down the punch in one swallow.

You notice how his hand hasn't left yours still and decided you quite like the feeling of his skin on yours, if not for the feeling of safety in this animal barn of drunk humans, then for how soft his hand is.

He introduces you to his cousin Aegon and her sister Helaena, you've seen both before, though Aegon, in your memory, has sat on the bench more than played on the field, not that he ever looked bothered by it, always having fun taunting and making fun of his teammates from the side.

Helaena was undeniably well known. For her high marks in exams and active roll in animal care clubs. You've even dabbled in a bit with donating money for dog shelter funds hosted by her.

They both greeted you kindly, easily slipping in and out of conversations.

"So...you two a thing?" of course this was from Aegon.

Jace was defensive and told him to 'shut you square face up' , still not letting go of your hand and in fact holding it tighter.

You laugh and told him it's fine, calming down the angry chihuahua of a boy next to you.

"We're good friends, I was his tutor for Lit class last month, it seemed that understanding Hamlet wasn't his strong suit."

This fished a smile out of him as he poked you playfully and you pushed him back.

"Oh who can understand that Shakespeare dude? He's always going on and on about graves and apples and shit-"

"I don't think he's talked about apples so far Aegon." Helaena countered swiftly making Jace burst laughing with you.

"Apples? Are you sure you've been reading Hamlet or Snow White? You dumbass."

You choked out laughing and squeezing his shoulder as Aegon swore he's read something about apples in Shakespeare's works.

"Please Jace, you know my brother can't even read children's book, unless it's the picture ones." A voice you didn't recognize speaks behind you. Aemond Targaryen appears, walking to sit by his sister.

"Shut up you ass kisser." Aegon snapped and sulks. You and Helaena giggles at the sight and Jace pulls you to sit by him at the opposite couch, his hand releasing your grasp only to move itself around your waist.

The action made your breath quickens as you struggle to remain composed.

You take Jace's own drink from his hand chugs it. "Alright then, your welcome I guess." He murmurs raising his eyebrows at you.

You grin and apologizes as he waves you off, a hand moving to brush out a strand of hair out of your face.

You immediately look away to distract yourself before your face has a chance to turn red.

Your eyes meets Aemond's gaze who have already been looking at you.

"[name], I think I've seen you before, we have Chemistry together don't we?" He asks, breaking the stare first.

You nodded and give him a smile. "Yeah we do."

He hums as you confirm it, then he points at you and Jace. "You two together? He's your boyfriend?"

"No they're just fucking." Aegon replied before Jace got to.

"We're not-" Jace stutters as you glare at Aegon. "Why don't you go back to your snow white pictures books loser."

Aegon gasped and told you to shove it before pretending to cry on a pillow as Aemond snorted while Helaena genuinely thought her brother was crying.

"We're not dating-or fucking. We're just friends, I tutored him for Lit class last month." You could not keep having this same conversation to be honest.

He nods and smiles softly at you. "So that means you're not seeing anyone then?"

Oh so this was where this was going.

You blinked at him as realization hits you.

"Um, well no-"

"Actually, [name] isn't dating anyone for now because she needs to focus on studying for her college trials exams in November." Jace cuts you off, a little too loud.

You looked at him suprised, you didn't remember telling him about your trials exams.

You shrug off your doubts, assuring yourself you must've forgotten, and turned back to Aemond. "Yeah, he's right." He wasn't, you never had a no dating rule for your trials exams, you simply didn't care for Amy of the dogs I'm your school.

"Oh, well- that's unfortunate." You didn't question what he meant by that as you got up and excused yourself to the bathroom.

You didn't need to pee at all, but here you were sitting in a toilet booth for 3 minutes straight before even thinking of coming out.

You had fun talking to the Targaryens, though at this moment you were reminded of why you'd often avoid parties.

You couldn't stand the alcohol stench making you want to puke, and the loud music making your ears ring until you want cut them off. The sweaty body of people standing and dancing too close to you was definitely not helping either.

You'd suffer through a few more hours at least before you'd left for Jace, but hopefully you won't have to repeat this night.

As you walk back to the poker table, the amount of people there was double than earlier. You stumble back at the unfamiliar faces crowding the table. They were listening and laughing at Jace's story on the day they won the game.

You were sure they had heard this more than a few times, but the girl sitting on your place with her arm linked around his certainly didn't look a bit bored by it.

You have a sudden impulsive urge to pull her by her hair off your seat but of course, you knew better.

You feel a wave of disappointment, and even sadness, take over you, as you reel back from the view and walk to the pantry for a drink.

You decided you'd stay here for while, it was less noise and crowded than other places, and you won't seem much like a lonely loser if you had the excuse of needing to refill your punch.

You were shaken out of your thoughts as Aemond appears with an empty cup in front of you.

"Hey you." he greets, sending you a small smile. You smiled back as you give a small hey.

"What're you doing here instead of sitting with your little boyfriend?" he teases.

"He's not my boyfriend, and I'm refiling my drink." You replied lamely. He of course, could see right through you. "Right, because refilling your drink takes 10 minutes." You crack a smile at his sarcasm and playfully punch his arm as his own grim widens.

"No I just - I just don't like big crowds, it makes me uncomfortable" He hums at your explanation. "yeah me too, but it's more of a 'i don't like people' kind of uncomfortable instead of 'they make me anxious' kind, y'know?" You let out a short laugh at that nodding at him.

He asks you how you got to be Jace's tutor, and you told him about how the teacher paired you as his mentor after seeing him fail continuously because of his football games taking over his time in classes. The two of you talk for a while, you ask him about how close his and Jace's family are, and he indulges you with embarassing childhood stories of him and his siblings.

A particular one about Jace accidentally kneeing aegon on his balls while trying to teach him football really got you. He told you that Jace even offered to have Aegon kick him back.

He did of course, but just for fun, not because he was pissed or anything

He was halfway through the story of how Aegon and Luc once hid Jace's clothes when he was in the shower and they made him chase them through their yard buttnaked as a 12 year old, when you feel a hand on your shoulder, shaking you out of your laughter.

You were suprised by Jace standing behind you. He had a worried expression that quickly turned relieved when you smiled at him.

"There you are, you didn't come back to the table for a while, I got worried." He spoke softly as his hand wrap around your shoulders.

"Oh yeah, there were so many people, so I just sat here for a while, I was just talking with Aemond so don't worry, I'm fine." You reassure him.

As his eyes take in Aemond's presence in front of you, the two stared at eachother for a second before breaking their gaze.

Aemond announces he needs to go make sure no one's ransacked his room to have sex yet and attempt sleep in this havoc and you two said your goodbyes.

You didn't have time to turn to Jace when he pulls you by your arm towards a guest room by the kitchen and closes the door the moment you enter.

At first you thought he was going through one of those irrational male rage moments. But the he immediately turned to you and apologized for grabbing you.

"It's loud as hell outside, and you don't seem to like being around people and all." He explains.

"oh yeah" You were secretly grateful for his thoughtfulness, it was nice to have the noise muffled out.

You get comfortable as you sit crossed leg on the bed and squeals when he jumps on.

He lays on his back and starts rolling towards you until he's next to you and with his back on the bed.

"So, you probably regret coming, don't you?" You frown at him and shook your head.

"I had fun, Jace. I'm glad I got to meet your cousins, Aemond even told me some interesting stories of you when you were kids." You tease wiggling your eyebrows.

He groans and curses his cousin before turning away to his other side, hiding his face from you.

You only laugh, indulging in his humiliation.

He turns back to you, his eyes reading your face.

"What else did you guys talk about?" He asks.

"Oh, nothing interesting, we didn't talk long at all."

"Yet you were gone quite long?" He says it like it's more of a statement.

Before you can say anything, he asks again; "Do you like him?"

His question took you by suprise. Your eyes widen in bewilderment.

"..No? I- why would you think that-"

He gets up and copies your sitting position as you two faces eachother.

"I- I don't know, you came with me, and the. you just, left? And I find you with him, I mean, I'm not like mad, I just- If you like him it's fine-"

"Well I don't." You snapped.

"I did come back to you but you were already getting comfortable with some girl in my seat, of course I'd go somewhere else!" Your outburst has him reaching out to put his hands on your shoulder, an attempt to calm you.

"Some girl? Who- wait, you mean Baela? [name], she's my cousin" He explains gently.

You feel embarrassment slips in as your face reddens. "God's sake how many fucking Targaryens are there in our school, do you guys roam around like a clique or something." He bursts out laughing shaking his head, making you blush harder if it's even possible.

You wait until he finishes laughing, joining him in againts your own will.

When he finally calms down, He looks at you with a glow in his eyes, hard to decipher.

"I don't like anyone besides you."

Your heartbeat quickens.

"I- I know, you'd probably prefer someone, more, smart, better than whatever I am, but you have always been the only person for me. I really, really like you." You could hear how nervous he was in his voice, and your own is stuck on your throat.

He was undoubtedly one of the most kindest, responsible, sweetest person you knew. The type of person to always put your needs over his, the type to make sure you'd get home safe and wouldn't mind wasting his time to assure it.

And the fact that he thought he wasn't good enough for you made you feel that maybe it was you who didn't deserve him.

The silence between you drowned him I'm anxiety. He starts stuttering and apologizing, moving to rise from the bed, and as you awaken from your daze, you pull him back down closes your mouth with his, his soft lips, and cherry tasting tongue, an ecstasy you let yourself revel in.

He moans and pulls you closer and you take the initiative to climb on his lap, placing your legs on each side of his hip. His hand grips your waist the free one holds your face like glass he's afraid to shatter.

You prove his theory wrong when you grind on his crotch, earning a groan. He tightens his hold on your hips snakes his hand from your face to your hair, pulling it back to expose your neck to him.

You let an unholy moan as he bents his head to leave kisses and marks on your throat, sucking at the sensitive spot under your ear. You feel yourself move harder on his growing hardness, craving some sort of friction.

You pull on his hair as he moves lower to the valley of your breast. Releasing his hold on you to rip through the middle off your dress making you gasp.

"This is a new dr-"

"I'll buy you a new one right after" He promises.

Your argument dies on your lips as he lifts you by your ass and lays you on your back.

He curses and you feel him rub himself on your thighs as he stares at the bare state you're in. You feel the urge to cover yourself but he pulls your hand away when they try to move in front of your chest, and pins them on top of your head.

His hold on your hands remains when he starts to kiss down your chest, Licking and kissing your breast before taking a nipple in your mouth. You whine and thrash in his hold as he sucks and licks you in like a baby in hunger. As he moves to give you other tit the same treatment, one of his hand frees yours as it moves down to grasp your wet, red and marked tit. Squeezing and rubbing your wet nipples, torturing it.

He lowers himself until his face is at your level and kisses you hard, a bruising kiss, as his tongue plunges in your mouths to meet yours. He fails to restrains himself from biting your bottom lip, triggering a whine from you when he sucks the tinge of blood from it.

You feel tears well up at your eyes in desperation and need for him to touch you somewhere else.

"Jace please, oh god" You arch your back in pleasure and frustration when you feel him finally release your breast from his mouth. Moving lower and spreading your legs as you watch him, dazed, as he levels his fave with your cunt.

"God you're so fucking beautiful, my sweet girl. All this for me?" He swipes a finger through your fold and you moan erotically.

He wastes no time diving in your pussy, licking you like a cat, tasting you as he holds your thrashing legs apart.

Your hands meet his hair as you pull his fave deeper in your cunt, grinding and riding it with no shame, His name a prayer falling from your lips over and over.

Begging for your release, he takes pity as he plunges two fingers into your weeping core, pushing in and out as you clench tight around it.

He swears at how tight you were, adding a third finger away as you cry out of the fullness.

"If you're this tight on my finger, I wonder how you'd feel around my cock" He breathes out, in awe of how your cunt welcomes his fingers.

His mouth joins his hand as he starts sucking on your clit, switching with licking long stripes on it, making you scream out his name as you grip his roots so hard he might get bald.

You feel your orgasm nearing as he sucks harder on your nerves and thrusts his fingers faster until squelching noise of your wet pussy attacked by his big fingers were heard.

He groans at the sight of your pussy clamping down on his fingers as you cry out in pleasure, squirting out all over his hand, cum splattering some on his face.

He waits until your breath slows down before he likes your cum clean from your pussy and wiping his face with his knuckle and licking that too. Rising over your spent body, he shoves three fingers in your mouth. "Suck." A demand so dominantly said, you would've thought he was a completely different person from the sweet Jace you knew of.

You oblige willingly, tasting yourself on him as he eyes you intensely.

He pulls his fingers out and replaces it with his tongues as he close the gap between you two in a fiery passionate kiss.

You wrap your arms around his neck as his kiss turns softer.

He pulls away gently and a smile broke into his face.

"Does that mean you'll go on date with me?" He whispers as he boops your nose, making you giggle.

"I would love to go on a date with you Jace."

[artmakerproductions]

Kid Wonka & Adult Ticket Winners AU

The premise of this version of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is that the adults are the trouble makers (as they can be sh*tty too, just like kids) and being the absolute GENIUS I am, this AU was made. To quickly recap: Wonka is pretty much the same as his book counterpart, but w/ more childish tendencies, 

Augustus is a selfish adult who cheats his own kids out of their share of food, Violet is a highly entitled Karen stereotype w/ an annoying gum chewing habit, Mike is a grouchy boomer who constantly bad mouths Wonka’s ideas and inventions for “not making sense”, Veruca is a gold digger, a heavy drinker and partier who does nothing but spend spend spend and enjoys her privileged high class life, Charlie is a struggling Millennial w/ a crummy apartment and equally crummy day-job, currently lives w/ his parents and grandparents.Everybody got that? Yes? Good, on we go: 

Augustus Gloop: First up, Augustus Gloop. For him, I used Homer Simpson, Peter Griffin and Willie the Giant as inspiration. He’s selfish, greedy and doesn’t care for others. Only his own needs. Is rather stupid and pushy. Eats out nearly every other day in excess (he’s a cheapskate too). You’d think his kids would be equally as fat too, but no. His father gives them the bare minimum of every meal. He found the golden ticket in his kid’s stash of hidden candy in their rooms while they were at school. He abuses his parental power. Veruca Salt: Here, she is a gold digger. Always on the prowl for obtaining the easy life of luxury. Has had multiple husbands before. She is constantly throwing the wildest of parties, spending hundreds of dollars on: expensive clothes, hairdos, houses, cars, drinks, foods, vacations, everything. If she needs more money, she’ll just call her father up and sweet talk him till he gives in. For Veruca, I’ve decided that she goes out of her way to buy up every last Wonka bar (w/ her father’s money of course) from every store she can find to better her own chances at winning the golden ticket. Her reasoning being so she can go on the tour and attempt to woo him, (which is why she’s dressed the way she is) for his money and fame — only to be utterly disappointed when she finds out that the chocolate maker is but a child. Violet Beauregarde: For Violet, I figured that the best adult equivalent to her original character from the book was none other than the dreaded Karen. She is impatient, highly entitled to her opinion, loud and very obnoxious. She chews gum as an alternative to smoking. She got her ticket after making a fuss in a candy store (which her kids tried in vain to calm her down) and got the Wonka bar as compensation. As luck would have it, her kid found the golden ticket (but she claims later she was the one, but generously gave it to her kids out of the “goodness” of her heart). For this version of Violet, being the Karen she is here, she goes over the limit of family members allowed to be brought on the tour (she brings all three of her kids, again much to their dismay and embarrassment) believing that the great and marvellous Willy Wonka will make an exception just for her (which he begrudgingly does). A joke I just thought of is that in the inventing room, Wonka shows off a candy to act as an alternative to a vaccination shot (cause needles are scary) and for kids w/ anti-vaxxer parents (he doesn’t outright say this exactly, but it’s the general gist of it) and keep them healthy; a sort of alternate version of the everlasting gobstopper being made for children w/ little allowance money. Mike TeaVee: For Mike, since in all versions he and Wonka have this rivalry (mostly because he’s the 2nd longest lasting kid on the tour, so his character has time be developed) which boils down to “kids, don’t question adults”. The current equivalent of that are w/ boomers and millennials/gen Z-iers. So I took that and rolled w/ it. He constantly watches FOX news (like, a lot) always questions Wonka and pesters him throughout the tour. Asking things such as, “How does a kid know anything about running a business?” “If this was run by an adult, there wouldn’t be room for such childish nonsense going on here”, “This place makes no sense”, “You kids these days. Always screwing with what wasn’t broken. Why is everyone so desperate for change?” He’s the kind of fellah who laughs at “Women, am I right?” jokes and other offensive and outdated stuff. (Might as well go all the way and make him a bigot too). Here I’d think he’d watch nothing but FOX news, cooking shows and whatever else the older generation watches. He absolutely loathes new technology and the changing culture and ideologies of the modern era. He’s a total hypocrite and very political too (if you get what I mean). Charlie Bucket: Charlie is mostly the same, but all the responsibilities in his life at the moment (having a job, maintaining his health, balancing his social life, dealing w/ horrible customers at said work, remembering to eat, drink, sleep, etc.) have taken their toll on his spirit. He lives in a crummy apartment w/ his family and is barely able to pay the rent/bills on time. However, through thick and thin, he is at least grateful for what little he has and the company of his family. Unable to imagine a life w/o them. He wins the last golden ticket and goes to the factory on his own (his parents are unable to join him because of their own jobs and caring for his grandparents). He and Wonka grow an almost brotherly bond w/ each other as the tour progresses. Willy Wonka: Here, Wonka is an energetic, goofy and giddy little kid as he is always very eager to show off his newest creations to others (like a kid showing their parents a drawing they made). Like his adult counterpart, he’s a bit of a trickster and knows more than he’s letting on (but is still a kid both at heart and physically). In this storyline, the young Wonka inherited the factory from his father and has been running it for the last few months (or years, haven’t decided yet) since his death. Now, the purpose of the contest isn’t to find an heir. He wants to find someone to be a surrogate parental figure for him (along w/ helping him take care of the factory of course). I’m thinking of a similar situation from the 2005 film where Charlie declines at first because of how out of nowhere the announcement is. He later comes around to it after thinking it over (like in that film), and he and his family move in. His one condition is that he is not to be his parental figure, rather as a family member. - Veruca not interested in listening to Wonka, goes to get herself a squirrel in a semi-drunken state. They retaliate and chase after her. She loses her footing and falls down the garbage chute. - Wonka welcoming the ticket winners (all out of view except for Charlie) to the factory.   - Mike, still unconvinced by Wonka’s inventions, starts up the machine himself. To his surprise and horror, it does work. He gets broken down as a million pieces of pixels to get transported into the TV. - Augustus, having fallen into the chocolate river, gets stuck in the opening of the pipe as he simply is too big. Wonka informs the Oompa Loompas that the suction needs to get cranked up all the way in order to get him out. - The obnoxious and stubborn gum chewing Violet, having been turned into a blueberry, cusses out Wonka that he’ll hear from her lawyers and sue him for everything he has as she is rolled away by the Oompa Loompas to be juiced. ———— The whole irony here is that it’s the kids who are telling the adults to listen to Wonka, but they choose not too because they are the “grown ups” and can do what they want. After each “accident”, the other children are escorted by the Oompa Loompas elsewhere to meet their parents afterwards. 

[rabiakhatun]

Australian Powerball Lottery Facts

Australian Powerball is a popular game in the Land Down Under. Many people frequent it because of the high cash prize that is usually at stake with every draw. Moreover, it is easy to play and there are no complicated rules to follow. Anyone who wants to participate in this game will only have to bet.

If you are unfamiliar with this, here are some facts about it and some simple rules you need to follow before you can start your betting:

Quick facts

This game is played in almost all parts of Australia. In the western part of the country, it is operated by the Lotterywest, while the Golden Casket is responsible for games in Queensland. In the Kingdom of Wales, the New South Wales Lotteries manage the games, and in the south of the country, the South Australia Lotteries Commission takes care of it. All of this allows you to play  파워볼사이트 anywhere in Australia.

The minimum cash prize you can take home is around AU$33 million. This is the initial payout for each draw and increases in subsequent draws if no one wins it on the first play. However, if someone has won for a particular game, the prize money will revert to that original amount in the next draw.

Rules of the game

So how do you play Australian Powerball? Again, these steps are simple and they are not complicated to understand, so read on.

First step: In a series of numbers from 1 to 45, you must choose five regular numbers.

Second step: In another set of 45 numbers, you must choose only one number. This will serve as your Powerball.

Third step: pay your bet. Remember that bets may increase over time, but it will always be at the lowest rate anyone can afford.

Winning this game is easy, and there are two ways to win it. The first is to match three of your regular numbers with the numbers that came up in the draw. The second is to match two of your regular numbers plus your Powerball with the numbers that came up in the final draw.

You can only win a game if you can present your ticket with the winning numbers. Remember that your ticket must be in perfect condition when you claim your prize. Crumpled tickets, as well as those that have been exposed to heat, will not be honored. Be careful not to damage your ticket.

The Lotto Powerball Question: Can You Really Win Powerball?

In life, there are no simple answers to even the most basic questions. Even if we try to pretend that it is possible to answer questions with a simple answer, we discover in the long run that there is nothing easy. So what is the answer to the question can you really win the Powerball?

The truthful answer to this question is that it really depends. Oh, I know how the lotto gurus sell you on the fact that it can only be won if you buy their system. But, that is simply not true. A lotto system alone cannot win you the jackpot. No, unfortunately it will take a combination of three things to crack this multi-million dollar nut.

Now don't get me wrong, a lotto system plays an important role in your winning success. However, on its own, it cannot guarantee a victory. To win, you need three specific techniques.

Luckily, in this article, we'll cover all three to increase your chances of winning by 100.

To win at the game, you need:

Number 1: A desire to focus only on Powerball and Powerball only. Too many people play two or three games of lotto in addition to playing Powerball. This strategy is a lesson in futility, focus and concentration is the key to winning the Powerball. By diversifying your seed capital into two or three different games, you never get to win the game you want to win in the first place. So focus all your money and effort on one game.

Number 2: You must play more than one set of numbers if you want to win this lotto game in your lifetime. My stepfather played the same numbers faithfully for over 20 years and still didn't come close to winning a hundred thousand let alone millions of dollars.

It's so frustrating to watch someone you love constantly play a losing strategy hoping to win only to fail every time the numbers are drawn. The worst part about this story is that he's so adamant and stubborn that he won't even consider changing his numbers. Don't let this tragedy be you!

Number 3: If you're going to earn a sum big of money in 파워볼, you need to invest in a system. Too many people play this game blindly with no chance of winning anything.

Now please pay attention because this is important: the power ball game can be won, it's been proven. In fact, I have a guy on my website who guarantees you'll win 9 out of 10 games you play by following his system.

[sovieshu-simp]

What If #7

The Remarried Empress but it's Idol AU

Idols: Sovieshu, Heinrey, ( others you can add )

Assistants: Baron Lante, McKenna, ( others you can add )

Bodyguards: Kosair, Grand Duke Kaufman, ( others you can add )

Fangirls/boys: Navier, Rashta, Lebetti, and other Lady-in-waiting ( Idk names cuz I forgot but let's say they are her friends ) Duke Ergi. ( others you can add )

[ None of them are reincarnated, only OOC. ]

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Navier and Rashta was invited to go concert they have given tickets by her Friends. After they took a VIP seat where they are very close to concert stage, concert started, the first idol came out then others then Heinrey. Rashta's Friends Started fangirling on Idol Heinrey. The final person Came out is Sovieshu but his gaze focused on Navier then looked at audience and started sing with other idols. Navier was now fallen for Sovieshu. She likes his song. She likes his appearance. She likes his personality. She wants him but can't. Idol and fangirl can never be together. She is really hopeless for him. She would do anything for himhim and in return is his love and care or to become her husband.

Idol Heinrey saw Blonde woman only focus on Sovieshu. He went up to Sovieshu and played along and trying to win her fangirl but what he saw was Navier giving displeased look. Heinrey gave finger hearts to Navier, her friends starts fangirling but Navier ignored him and when she see Sovieshu finally gave Smile and Finger heart to her and went back to stage and show audience. Navier was fangirling on Sovieshu, leaving heinrey shocked and speechless.

*After Le Concert*

Navier and her friends are sent to cafeteria for rest.

(F/n) : So Navi, who is your Bias?

Navier: huh? My bias?

(F/n): Yeah your bias, what I mean is your favorite idol?

Navier: well, then it's Sovieshu.

Rashta: *Sly mode* then tell me what and why do you like him? Hmm?

Navier: *blushes* w-w-wHat? T-then what about yours?!

Rashta got Backfired but still enjoys having conversation with them.

*In the Le Waiting Room behind the concert*

Heinrey: Yo! Sovi! Did you noticed there was one fangirl who was only eye on you for longer?

Sovieshu: Really?

Heinrey: Yes and I tried used my charming on her but didn't worked out. Tell me why is like that?

Sovieshu: it's normal for every fangirl/boy can focused on each idol as they wished.

Heinrey: ...

Sovieshu: ...

Heinrey: Nerd.

Sovieshu: Doofus.

They bicker like dumbass Best Friends. But Sovieshu has found new crush who is fangirl (Navier) wished to get know more about her. He hopefully to meet her again.

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Idol Heinrey's animal symbol: Golden Dog

Idol Sovieshu's animal symbol: Black Cat

(F/n) - Friend's name

[whoacanada]

‘Wishful Thinking‘

Summary: Every NHL champion gets a single brush with ice magic. When Jack takes his first cup with the Falconers, he accidentally undoes the wish that brought him back from the brink of death in 2009, and Bitty becomes hell-bent on lifting the cup himself for a chance to set things right.

A/N: Finally posting some concepts I’ve played around with that aren’t 100% complete massive fics, but still pretty solid, just little things that might be enjoyed. Yet another cup-wish-gone-wrong-au with monkey-paw components. Also inspired by discord convos about canon!Jack meeting an older, veteran NHL!Bitty and having a lot of feelings. Also mentor/father-in-law!Bob trying to help Bitty navigate the NHL. There’s more to this floating around but this is the meat of it

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Bob can sense when it happens. A shift of something monumental that he’s only felt on a handful of occasions his entire life. A quick glance across the ice finds a number of the celebrating Falconers looking around curiously, unsure of the sensation; for so many, it’s their first brush with ice magic. A pleasant novelty. The vets, though, they look to each other.

Bob turns and doesn’t have to look far to find his son, one hand clasped around the cup, the other around Eric Bittle’s waist, smiling from ear to ear. Something about the moment is wrong, but Bob can’t quite determine why as he’s overcome with a wave of nausea. The stadium lights are too bright and he blinks hard, face scrunching, trying to force whatever wrongness he’s feeling out of himself.

Someone’s made a wish.

The moment passes. Bob’s vision clears. There, veiled in a shower of blue and gold confetti, is Eric; alone at center ice, face twisted in confusion as he looks around for the man who only moments earlier had been in his arms.

“You take the cup, you get one real wish,” the decades old, bourbon-lacquered voice of his first coach reminds him. “But only the one. Can be something small, like an empty cab in the rain, or it can be something big. World changing, even. The one thing, the most important thing — ”

“No,” Bob breathes. “Please, no.”

“— You never use your wish on another player.”

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They don’t know exactly what Jack wished for, but the next time Bitty’s blades touch the ice, it’s as if he’s stepped into the body of a new man. No more slurs. No more targeted chirps. He’s just one of the boys.

He plays. He wins. Then, the offers start to come.

NHL teams looking for fast wingers, team players, leadership material; not one of them mentions diversity, or Eric’s status as the first out NCAA hockey captain. No one cares. No one remembers Jack, and no one cares about Eric.

The best and worst case scenarios rolled into one. If this is the reality Jack unknowingly traded his existence for, Bitty has no choice but to walk through the door his partner opened.

Bitty swallows, trying to force the words out on one of his now nightly calls with the man who would have been his father-in-law in another world, if the shared connection between them hadn’t been interred in a Montréal cemetery almost a decade prior.

“I think . . . I think he wished for acceptance.”

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“No one remembers anymore.”

Eric scuffs his skate against this ice, building up a small pile of shavings before scattering them again, focusing on the soft white as if somehow he’ll be able to transport himself bodily to somewhere cool and quiet. Jackson Hole. Banff. Tremblant. Anywhere but here. Anywhen but now.

“Saw Tater last week at a press junket. Blank stares all around. Some days, most days, I wake up and I don’t know how I got here. I can go without thinking of him.”

Weeks. Eric doesn’t say aloud. Months. Those hideous mornings when he wakes up beside a warm body and forgets they aren’t him. They aren’t supposed to be him. Was there ever even a him.

Jack. Eric mouths silently, just to remind himself. His name is Jack.

The details always slip. The universe constantly trying to correct the fallacy of Eric Bittle remembering a man who died before they technically ever met. Faded photographs and corrupted memory cards. Selfies that used to have two people in frame. Vlog posts with cosmic ADR, swapping Jack’s name for someone else’s like a hastily rewritten script. Eventually, even Eric’s memories turn traitor. First times lost to reshoots and post-production magic. Blue eyes are brown. Black hair is blonde. Jack becomes Phillip. Eric’s first love recast. In desperation, he pulls a page from Memento, finds a tattoo parlor and has ‘Jack Laurent Zimmermann’ inked in dark, unmistakable letters on his inner thigh. Adds a cup, the Falconers’ crest, and the date they lost everything. It works well enough until the name fades; there are still days where a hook up will ask why Eric has a championship tattoo for a team he never played with.

Now, all he has is Bob.

“That’s why I’m here.” Bob reminds. “That’s why we talk.”

“But what happens if we don’t.”

Bob’s familiar assurances rumble through the phone. Constant. Refusing to acknowledge the harsh realities of the passing of time. The ever-present doomsday clock moving them both toward disaster — Bob aging, Eric aging out. He’s good, but he isn’t great, and the only offers coming his way are single-season contracts with teams that haven’t sniffed a championship in years. One day very soon, there will be no more chances for Eric to undo what’s been done. No more favors to ask of teammates that have long since forgotten a world where Jack Zimmermann was a college graduate and a rookie MVP. Not just an addict. Not just dead at nineteen.

Eric listens to Bob ramble, asks him to tell him a story, to tell him about the Jack that Eric never really got to know. The Jack he can barely remember. A man that Eric has dedicated his entire life to honoring, to bringing back — from where he cannot fathom — and Bob obliges in a soft tone Eric imagines is not dissimilar from how he must have spoken to his son as a child.

Eric ignores his teammates rushing around him — tossing chirps and gentle insults about his ‘Sugar Daddy’ — and focuses on the accented voice in his ear; grasping desperately at the memory of a man who doesn’t exist. Pretending. Hoping.

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Across the ice, Eric sees Kent Parson watching him. When they lock eyes, the aging star glides toward him, under a guise of one amicable captain greeting another. He’s pushing 37, and while the years of competitive play are starting to show, he’s just as viciously handsome as the day they first met. At least, Eric thinks he is. He can’t imagine a life where Kent Parson strolled onto a college campus and played beer pong at a frat party, but there’s a folder of old photos on Eric’s computer. Jack is in none of them, but there’s one of himself and Kent. Smiling.

Eric can’t recall why the image bothers him so much.

Parson used his wish years ago on something that he’s never bothered to share — and Eric’s far too much a gentleman to ask a man who was once a rival what he wasted his golden ticket on — but now, he’s slowing down, and this is supposed to be his farewell season. Going out with a bang, riding the high of his fifth cup win. He’s worked hard, and he deserves to shove the Penguins back down into obscurity for another season. Deserves it far more than Eric, with his selfish, single-mindedness that’s ruined god knows how many careers in the last decade between his own ruthlessness and Bob’s meddling.

Except. . . this is also likely Eric’s last season. His last chance to undo the great tragedy of his life, and Parson knows it.

“How you feeling, Peaches? You ready?”

Eric hates the nickname in the same way he hates when his father calls him ‘Champ’.

Eric fights his own shame because he wants to be honest, say, ‘No, I’m not ready, I’ll never be ready,’ but Eric can’t ask for what he wants, anymore. He wants the Aces to balk on a power play. He wants Parson to flub a pass and throw the game —  he even knows the man would probably do it, too — but Eric needs to come by a win honestly. They learned the hard way in 2022 when Eric hands were wrapped around the cup, wishing, praying, crying, pleading . . .

Clear eyes, full hearts, or some such bullshit.

Cheaters don’t get wishes.

“I can’t remember, anymore,” Eric admits as they square up across the face-off circle, the resigned terror of an inescapable end creeping upon him like the burn of an old injury ignored for far too long. “Kent. Please.” Parson leans down, rests his stick against the ice, and holds Eric’s gaze as if to say, I’m here. Trust me. Just play.

The puck drops.

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There’s someone watching him, young, handsome with dark hair and the kind of bright blue eyes that scream ‘notice me’ with all of the biological bluntness of neon plumage and a mating dance. The man weaves through the crowd, unnoticed by Eric’s teammates, and comes close enough that Eric can’t help but assume familiarity. He must be a fan, the way he’s flushed and excitable.

Eric’s drunk enough on the moment that he’s happy to indulge his baser instincts. He also literally can’t remember the last time he brought company home and if there’s ever been a night to get laid, it’s this one.

“Crisse, look at you, Bits.”

The man is caught between being awestruck and simply struck, reaching out to touch Eric’s arm but not quite making contact, like his depth perception is the tiniest bit off. He drops Eric’s old nickname so easily, so earnestly, that for a moment Eric thinks they might already know each other — but that’s impossible. Eric would remember someone so handsome, so very much his type.

“Only my friends call me ‘Bitty’.” Eric cautions, raising his half-empty champagne bottle in a mock toast and flashing his best ‘you’re coming home with me tonight’ smile. “But I’m more than happy to to get acquainted with you, Sugar.”

Eric isn’t usually this forward, this unrestrained. Tonight, it doesn’t matter, he’s celebrating: another championship, the end of a career, a life well lived. It’s to be expected. What isn’t expected is how the man’s relieved smile falters; as if Eric’s unbridled joy is somehow misplaced.

“Bitty? It’s me.”

“And ‘me’ is called . . . ?”

On very few occasions in Eric’s life has he been able to witness true devastation first-hand; and those instances were related to deaths, hockey losses, or blackout morning afters.

“Jack.” The man says softly, face slack with surprise. “It’s. . . Jack. Bitty, you know me.”

“If we’ve met before, I’m sorry,” Eric apologizes, hating to see the kid look so defeated. “I meet so many people — ”

Over Jack’s shoulder, Eric catches sight of Bob Zimmermann and waves, delighting in the way Bob’s face lights up when he catches sight of Eric, practically going supernova when he notices Jack as well, crossing the ice like a man possessed; Bob moves to pull them both into a hug but Eric’s new friend holds up a defensive hand and Bob stops mid-gesture.

It’s extremely apparent something is off, and between the reporters, the confetti, the champagne, and the fans, Eric is missing all of the context clues.

“Just won my last cup,” Eric singsongs, gesturing with the bottle between his mentor and the man Eric would very much like to fuck — who look very similar now that Eric can see them side by side. “Everyone’s super excited, right? Yeah? So, what’s going on. Did someone die?”

“No.” Bob says quickly, eyes flicking between Jack and Eric warily. “No. Not . . . that.”

“Severely injured?”

“. . . Non.”

“Okay, then, we should be celebrating!” Eric throws his arms wide and nearly clocks a passing teammate. “No more party pooping, Bobbert. Speaking, this is my new friend, Jack. Jack, Bob, Bob, Jack. Though, I’m getting the feeling you two might know each other. Or might be . . . related.” Eric gasps and smacks his free palm against his forehead. “Oh my god, the Tremblant retreat? Is that where I know you from? Listen, I was fucked up on pain meds that whole weekend, I am so sorry if we’ve already met.”

Despite Eric’s continued attempts at clarifying their shared mystery past, Jack keeps looking at Bob with that same wounded expression and it’s really killing Eric’s buzz.

“Bob.” Eric redirects. “Help me, here. Cutie’s nervous.”

“Eric, this is my, ah, well,” Bob’s smile is so forced, so tense, it looks more like a grimace. “Well, this is my son, Jack.”

There is only one ‘Jack’ Eric has ever known in relation to Bob Zimmermann, and he is not someone to be mentioned in polite conversation.

“Your son?” Eric echoes slowly. “Your son, Jack.”

Bob realizes what Eric’s tiptoeing around and casts a furtive glance toward the younger man, lifting two fingers to his cheek conspiratorially to imply ‘it’s a long story, not meant for public ears’. Eric knows how to play along.

“Wow, okay, did not expect that, but now that you’re saying it, I can one-hundred-percent tell. You have the same, well, everything.”

Eric takes Jack’s hand for an obligatory shake, not missing the way Jack’s features twist up into something caught between flattery and misery, before staring down his pseudo-mentor.

“My question is this, where have you’ve been hiding him — because how long have I know you, Bobby? Shame.”

“I’ve been . . . away.”

Jack’s tone is weighted with context Eric absolutely does not possess, but can definitely read into. Given the age difference and Alicia’s conspicuous lack of attendance this evening, Jack’s definitely a love child from some 90s Zimmergroupie. Or, original Jack didn’t actually OD and Bob spirited away his kid to keep away the prying eyes of the public; but that wouldn’t explain the age difference or the shared name.

Oh, Bobbert.

“Couldn’t wheel him out too soon,” Bob jokes, but Eric can tell the man’s heart isn’t in it, reinforcing Eric’s suspicion.

“Well, I’m happy you did,” Eric says graciously, trying to smooth over the awkwardness. “He’s very handsome, when he isn’t doing this Eeyore impression.”

“Just like his father,” Bob says reflexively —  defensively —  as Jack goes pink. “Eric, will you excuse us for a moment? Back in five minutes, tops.”

Eric offers a gracious wave, gaze lingering on Jack’s retreating back — and backside, bless — watching Bob rest a firm hand on his son’s neck, gripping tightly to lean in and furiously whisper something. As Eric watches, Jack looks back over his shoulder; it’s not the fond glance of a potential paramour. Regret, maybe? Grief, definitely.

He must be as disappointed to be cock-blocked by his father as Eric is.

Across the ice, Kent Parson has rushed Jack, gathering him into a crushing embrace that the younger man returns easily —  burying his face against Parson’s pads; pulling back only when Parson grabs Jack’s shoulders to push him away, taking a long look at him, holding his face between his hands briefly before pulling Jack back into his arms.

They don’t just look like old friends, it’s a reunion of desperation, like the videos his mother sends of soldiers coming home from war, but before Eric can think better of it, a teammate fists a hand in the collar of Eric’s sweater and pulls — away from Bob’s forlorn love child and forgotten first meetings — and the night goes on.  

Bob doesn’t return. Neither does Jack.

Eric doesn’t even notice.

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The Golden/Stylish Trio

Title: The Golden/Stylish Trio

Requested? Yes.

Plot: You are an actress and shoot a project with Alex and Bill and the two of them have a crush on you.

Word count: 1617

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Ever since you were a child, you knew that you wanted to be an actress, and it didn’t matter how many people told you that you shouldn’t dream so high and that you were gonna fail, that just made you want to work more just to prove them wrong. You were constantly told that you wouldn’t have enough work, and that being an actress is stressful and difficult. Of course you knew that, in their own way every job is difficult, but you didn’t mind it because you knew that you would have difficult moments, but you were ready for whatever that world had to throw at you, because at least  that way, you would be doing something you love. You had the support of your immediate family, like your parents in the first place, and so you decided to take a chance and start your path towards making your dreams come true.

At first you had it quite difficult, not really being what the casting agent was looking for, both in terms of character and in your lack of experience. You had sleepless nights thinking about how you were supposed to gather experience when nobody wanted to give you a chance to gain any of it. And you expected this, so it wasn’t a surprise to you, and it just motivated you to do better and go to some classes and stuff, but that doesn’t mean getting rejected so many times didn’t hurt you. There were times where you would feel like the people who told you that you wouldn’t be able to make it were right and that you should just give up and go back home. Your family was alright with you coming back and going to college for something else, but just like your friends, they believed that you could do it and that every beginning is hard, but that doesn’t mean that you won’t succeed. And indeed, with patience, it started happening, you started getting cast.

Of course, you wouldn’t be able to get a lead role right off the bat, but you were getting work as eather a background character, or a very minor character that maybe had one or two lines. And even though it was something small and didn’t mean a lot of camera time, you were still extatic and extremly grateful and happy to even be getting any work at all. Your portfolio was growing, your list of work experience was becoming longer and longer, and a lot of casting agents saw your passion and dedication to acting, to the point where you even got cast as a supporting character in a movie, the so called “best friend trope”, and your lines consisted of pep talks and you were honestly just there to lift up the lead character. But it was the longest time you had spent in front of the camera so far and the most speaking lines you had gotten, so to say you were grateful and excited would be understatements.

You had no idea where all of this was gonna take you, but you were so proud of yourself for not giving up on your dreams. You even sent tickets for that movie to your cousins who didn’t believe you could make it and some of the people who bullied you and said you would never amount to nothing. It wasn’t to spite them, not too much anyway, because you never were a person to hold a grudge or feel good if others are feeling down. You just wanted to tell them that hard work will always pay off and that hard work can beat talent if talent doesn’t work hard. You were getting recognized and it was blowing your mind to be walking down the street and hear people talking about you as you pass them, guessing if you were the girl they had seen in that movie. And it made you smile every time. Eventually you ended up getting an e-mail that changed your life in a drastic way. A huge gig, bigger than any you have had before, with actors that you admired.

You had known Bill Skarsgård from his role as Roman Godfrey in Hemlock Groove, and as the iconic clown, Pennywise, in the most recent IT movies. And when your agent told you that he was gonna be one of your costars, you had to sit down, as your legs felt like they were gonna give out. He always seemed like a truly pleasant person to be around and an actor who really cares about the craft. And his good looks were just a bonus to a very amazing person. And that was the case for your other costar who once again gave you that feeling that you were gonna collapse if you keep standing. The Ivar the Boneless from Vikings, Victor from Outsiders, Alex Høgh Andersen. Alex always had the appeal as a literal ray of sunshine to you and it made your head feel dizzy to be working with them at all, and even when you met them, you couldn’t believe it was true.

Both Bill and Alex found you adorable as you tried not to fangirl around them, and be your cool self, or at least what you thought was cool. Bill had known about you as he had watched one of the movies you were in and he admired the way you put everything you had into your character, so he already knew some things about you, but even with that, you had managed to amaze him beyong belief. To Alex. meeting you was completely new territory, but he was enjoying every second of it, seeing the way every part of you contained the character you were supposed to potray. Even your eyes would show the emotion your character was supposed to be feeling that both men were dangerously close to apologising to you the moment they looked into your eyes as you were filming a scene where you were supposed to have a disagreement or fight.

Both Alex and Bill felt like they were learning a lot from you, as much as you were learning from them. And your vibrant personality, combined with that smile of yours were enough for them to develp crushes on you. It amazed them that neither one of them was able to say anything to you, that when it came to you, they would feel nervous or get tongue tied. When the two of them were talking and you came up, the shock on both of their faces, wide eyed expressions were almost comical as they realised the second they started talking about you that they had crushes on you. They didn’t want to make this a rivalry between them and try to win you over from one or the other. They were gonna leave the choice to you if you ever developped feelings for one of them and the other was gonna support you both. But that didn’t stop them from admiring you constantly and gushing about you in interviews and to each other.

As more time passed, the more the three of you started getting closer, so much so that they put up with the silly nicknames that you gave them and even though Billy and Lexie weren’t their favorite, and they honestly prefered some of your more creative nicknames, or standard “love” or “hun” that you loved calling people who were important to you, they cared about you enough to accept you just the way you were, which meant the world to you. Bill’s brother Gustaf was really glad that his costar from Vikings was friends with his brother, because the cast of the show had become like his second family in a way, and now you were a very dear friend to all of them.

Every interview that you did with these boys was a blast, you would always have fun and if they even sensed that you were feeling uncomfortable with a question or something, the both of them would create a diversion, as you woke up in them the feeling to be protective over you, but not too much that you feel suffocated, but just enough for people to know that you were not someone to mess with, both because of you being a strong and independent woman, and also because you had the two of them who had your back as much you had theirs. You three were truly a great trio, and your friendship was one that you were sure was for the books and that it was gonna last.

Regardless of the fact that their crushes were growing by the day and often times they had to stop themselves from spending entire interviews talking about you, they never forced you into anything, or tried to convince you that one of them was better for you than the other. And their biggest pet peeve was when you didn’t believe in yourself and always claimed that “people were just too kind to you” whenever someone complimented you, because they just wanted you to know that to them you were absolutely amazing and to so many people who were fans of you. But they appreciated that you were kinda using that to keep your humble nature, worried that if you started giving yourself that much credit, you would become vain and too self absorbed. They were thankful that they met you and hoped your friendship lasted a long time, even if nothing more developped from it. You were the Golden Trio, named by the entertainement industry, or the Stylish Trio as fans started calling you after Alex’s post, and you were happy with it.

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SURPRISE @walkxthexmoon !! You wanted either one of aus that I do, but you were always sweet to me and kind, that you get all of it, written, gif and social media au :D <3 I truly hope you like it :)

I appreciate all of you guys and thank you all for your follows, likes, reblogs, I’ll never be able to thank you all enough. Every time I get an e-mail telling me someone followed me, it makes my entire week better and keeps me motivated! So thank you to all of you, I love you all so much, and if people are nice to me I do my damnest to be 10x nicer, because you deserve it back, so this fic took a lot longer to make than I thought, and hopefully it’s a good one and you guys like it, and just once again, I appreaciate all of you <3

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Au where uhhhj. sauces in candyland <3

apologies if you meant a specific media candyland but my first thought was willy wonka so. yknow i guess that's what we're doing here

1. box is the one who owns the factory and is looking for a successor!! instead of the gold tickets being in chocolate bars, they're in little packets of shortbreads shaped like foxes (mimicking the shortbread shaped like scotty dogs :])

2. robop acts as the factories helpers, lots of tiny robots running around to keep the place running!! less music and more good natured heckling from them toward visitors

3. 10 gets stuck in the tv room and gets turned into pixels. tiny idiot (he gets better dw)

4. echo, seam and rosemary all 'lose' to slightly different versions to the original. seam is kicked out because they think it stole the special gum but it's already just blue and didn't actually steal anything. echo falls in the chocolate river because 10 pushed them in. rosemary was adopted by the golden geese because they like her a lot

5. ii think the fun thing here is if both dec and rassel 'win'. gee box why does the au let you have two successors ? it's because they're both actually good people (who stole fizzy lifting drink but shh)

6. at the end the whole place still falls into the void, inexplicably